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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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omg can i get a matchup

going off of what you put in the rules thingy,, i'm a cancer, bi, and a girl. i'm 5'6 and a little bony 😭 i'm pretty pale and i have red (like a ginger, but darker and closer to brown) dyed hair that goes to about my collar bones. i usually wear somewhat girly clothes when i go out, too. and yknow i like spending all morning getting ready i think it's kinda fun

personality wise i think i'm pretty laid back? in the sense of like i don't get mad or irritated easy. i try to be patient with people. i am super hyper though and i love fucking around and being stupid for giggles. i like to bake and i'll spend all day working on things like cupcakes and cinnamon rolls. i like fancy teas, too. it makes me feel fancy... i like my cats and i like listening to music and dancing and karaoke even though i cant dance or sing.. confidence is key

i don't like people who pester or only talk about one single thing all the time. i don't like being bored and i always need something to do

i don't have any serious boundaries i think? just like i don't want a partner to be too clingy,, i like my personal time alone or with friends. i don't mind pda at all to be honest id be down for almost anything except sex in public 😭

something that's important to me in a relationship is reliability. i want someone i can always lean on if i ever need support

a big no-no??? um idk maybe not being open minded? i want someone who isn't scared to try things

i'm very loyal i'm a relationship even when i shouldn't be and i will always be my s/o's biggest defender and supporter

idk what else to add don't feel like you have to give me cartman i am open to anything and sorry if this is too long or not long enough 😚💕

A/N: oMG HI THERE JENNIEEEE! how's life been treating you? I hope good ^^ Anyways, I have the perfect character for you 😻 AND I ALSO HAVE A HUGE SURPRISE AHEAD LOL Ya wanna see what is the surprise??? 🙀🤨 I bet yes lmao 😼😹

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Omg! Lucky you! You got the offer of 1x2!! 🙀😻

Anyways, Wendy and Stan love your hair, they think that is a very pretty shade of ginger! Also, Wendy loves it the most because if it's dyed then that means that you have to do hair care routines from time to time, and she loves the intimacy of that kind of moment in which you two sit on your soft bed and then she starts brushing your hair carefully while you read a magazine and tell her about your day. Stan likes to join from time to time and while one of them is playing or brushing your hair you paint the nails of the other one <3

They both love your style of clothing! It's pretty obvious that the two of them love feminine girls and your outfits look so cute on you!! (Wendy and you def exchange clothes from time to time lmao)

You like spending all your morning on getting pretty and ready? WENDY LOVES DOING THAT TOO, ARE YOU NOT PREDESTINED??? 💍⛪💕 Stan doesn't really get why you two like to spend that much time in getting ready though... He thinks it's kinda stupid because he is ready in like- 5 minutes or so? But anyways, boys ¿am I right?

It's nice that you are laid back because these two are pretty much the same lol (yeah, Wendy too, she may seem very responsible but that is to keep up with her "little miss perfect" persona, so when she is with you two she relaxes and lets herself be silly and carefree <3).

It's also a good thing that you are patient because as I've said before Wendy is almost always trying to be perfect and to everyone's liking, and sometimes she gets pretty caught up in her "little miss perfect" persona, causing her to come off as rude or mean to both of you sometimes, so you'll have to inhale deeply and take her to a separate room (sometimes with Stan or sometimes without him) and talk her out of it. Also you'll need to be patient with Stan too, this boy is full of flaws when we're talking about behavior, Not really big ones but flaws like he sometimes ignores you and Wendy or either doesn't respond or doesn't continue the conversation because he is too caught up in his own daydreaming... In those cases the better you can do is spend some time with Wendy to give him space and a pair of hours later come to him again to ask him if he's truly okay.

They love your silly behavior! It's really nice to see you laughing at smiling because you soon make them laugh and smile too because of your contagious happiness <3

Ohhh you like baking?? 😧 oMG please let them bake with you! They promise to not make a mess! 🙏🥺 No, but like- seriously, imagine the three of you baking together...

You will hold the recipe book in your hands and recite the ingredients as if it was a poem while Stan takes them out of the fridge! Then the upper half of Wendy will disappear while she searches for the bowls and spoons inside of your big ass cupboard! (srsly, Stan thought she went to Narnia for a sec lmao 💀😂). Then y'all will start cooking togheter and getting yourselves all stained with flour and raw dough <3 So cute!! isn't it??? 💕

mHnM... I feel like Wendy likes tea too! Only that she only knew about two or three kinds of tea, ya know the classical ones, so I think some dates in which Stan doesn't appear because he is playing with the boys (lmao 💀) you two just sit in your room holding that fancy as fuck porcelain cups that your mom told you not to touch and each date drinking different kinds of fancy tea so Wendy can try them. (you, sometime, def tried one of those fancy vainila teas that taste like shit and probably ended up spitting it immediatly to the other's face lol 😂). (You once tried to get Stan to join you in one of your indoor fancy tea dates but when he tried the tea for the first time he made a disgusted expression and started spitting the liquid much to your both entertainment, and since then Stan doesn't go to your fancy tea dates lmaooo 💀).

They both like to sing even when Wendy is the only one who can do it well to your much "jelaousy" (joke). Anyways, Karaoke nights are a must in your relationship even if Stan's songs are always My Chemical Romance or Mother Mother related lol. As for Wendy's... I think they would be more like Mitski or any Pop singer (she has def sang some Spanish pop song and she did it ✨GREAT✨). Your cat is always allowed to give you company on your karaoke nights though <3

None of them are too clingy so I think that your relationship will work just fine! They both are very respectful of your personal space I time and rarely get jealous (well, Stan can get a little jealous sometimes but not to the point of that being a 🚩). They'll let you go out with friends anytime you want and you don't even need to ask permission because it's a sane relationship and they know you love them so there is no need to be insecure or toxic ^^

Wendy is a pretty reliable on person and she is always ready to listen if anything troubles you or if you just need to be protected. (She'll need the same from you at some point of your relationship). You can also relay on Stan if you need it but he is somewhat more awkard, he still tries his best though!!

They aren't scared of trying new things at all! Maybe Wendy can get a little reluctant if she doesn't see it that safe for the three of you but will try and hear your point in case you do consider it to be safe. Stan is up for anything except bumper cars, Idk, I just hc him to be a little wary of them? (I just find funny the thought of him being afraid of those because when he was little he got on one of those and that crazy thing started spinning for 10 minutes or so and now he is horrorified by the thought of getting on one of those again lmaooo 😂).

The thing that you are there to stand up for them warms their heart so much 💕🥹 Even tho Wendy has proved that she can kick asses and stand up for herself she still appreciates it and is willing to do the same for you ^^ Stan though... he really needs someone to stand up for him, not really because he is weak or anything, but because he never does it for himself so you and Wendy have to be there to defend him most of the time <3

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drakenology · 3 years

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Game Over 👾 - Kenma Kozume

gamer!kenma x gamer!reader

summary: kenma works at gamestop and this cutie came in to buy a new game. wonder if she’s single..

author’s note: kenma simps come get yall juice 🥵! we love a gamer boy. hope yall like dis. 🥴

warnings: smut (obviously), softdom!kenma, hair pulling, fluffy stuff, shitty rom-coms and kuroo being a hype man.

Slow days at GameStop were the worst. No one comes in anymore; who the hell still buys disks when you can buy all your games digitally now anyways? Still, it was easy money and something to do over the summer other than sit around and binge play League of Legends all day.

Kenma sighed as he pretended to look busy in front of the manager by fixing the poster wall for the eighth time all shift, mundanity floating through the store as three customers left after just leisurely looking around.

As Kenma’s restocking the playstation game wall he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me do you work here?” A feminine voice asked.

“No. I just wear this fucking uniform shirt because I like it.” Kenma thought to himself before turning his head to face what was possibly the cutest girl he’s ever seen.

Kenma’s not really used to seeing too many girls in the store when he worked so he was a little shocked. But god she was pretty. She was wearing red; one of his favorite colors with these jeans that hugged her legs and thighs so nice he almost choked on his tongue before speaking.

“Uh.. yeah. How can I help you?” He finally responded.

“Hi! Um, I just wanted to know where I can find Fallout 4 for xbox? I’ve been looking everywhere for it and I can’t find it.” She sung. Her voice was like a symphony of everything good in the world. Kenma started to wonder what she’d sound like underneath him while he-

“Yeah. I’ll show you, I had to move them for a while so I could make room for newer games.” Kenma said, leading her towards the wall with all the xbox games were. He reached up high and grabbed the game off rhe top shelf and handed it to her with a meek smile.

“Thanks! I see you’re the only one working so I’ll look around and let you know when I’m ready to checkout.” She said smiling back. Kenma nodded and continued his work slowly so he could stare at her through the shelfs and hangers around the store.

The way she picked up things as she looked at them was adorable; her nose scrunching up as she giggled at the pikachu plushies. Kenma blushed as he watched her look around the store as if it were her first time visiting. She gamed, so it’s not like she’s never been in a gamestop before. But the way she looked at things she liked with fresh eyes was something to ponder on. He had to know her; at least her name.

Anyone who knew Kenma would know he’s not the type to go oogling at some girl and ask for her number, he’s hopelessly shy. But he couldn’t risk not seeing this girl again. As he walked to the counter, he gulped up his reluctance and took a deep breath.

“Hey. Ready when you are.” He said, getting the girl’s attention. She smiled and walked over with her game and a pikachu plushie; of course. She’s so fucking cute.

“Heh. Pikachu?” He teased, hoping he didn’t offend her. She simply laughed and put it on the counter for him to ring up.

“What can I say? I’m 12.” She said, sticking out her tongue with a smirk. Fuck. Kenma gulped again, pathetically blushing right in front of her and hoping she didn’t notice the tint of his cheeks turn bright red. He grabbed her stuff and rang it up, bagging it all nice for her before handing the bag to her.

“Want a receipt?” Kenma asked. She nodded, standing at the counter as she watched him print it out. Shit. The exchange was almost over and he hasn’t even asked her name yet. He had to before it was too late.

“Hey uh.. c-can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Kenma said, looking down at the screen and not into her gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah? What’s wrong, sir?” She asked. Fuck. Sir? Really? What’s she trying to do?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N, why?”

“I-I wanted to know if I could have your number? And like maybe take you out- o-only if you want to I’m not-“

She laughed, and wrote her name and number on the back of the receipt and handed it back to him.

“Call me. I’d love to go out with you. You seem cool.” Y/N said. She squinted her eyes a little to read Kenma’s name tag.

“Ken..ma? Right? I’ll see you around, Kenma.”

And so began his helpless fall for her.

“Yo! Kenma, how’s it going with Y/N? Been a couple months now, right?” Kuroo asked over the discord server. Kenma blushed and looked down at his phone to see that you texted him.

“We’re good. She’s actually coming over in a bit so this will be my last game.” He said, smiling a little at your sweet message.

“Hey, Kenny! I’m on my way over. I’m raiding your kitchen btw I’m hungry 🤤 .”

“Ooooh, Kenma’s ‘bout to get some pussssayyy!” Kuroo teased. Kenma cringed and covered his flustered face as if anyone could see him.

“Shut up. Sh-she and I are taking it slow. I dunno if we’ll even go there today. None of your business anyways, perv!” Kenma explained, nervous about you coming over for the first time like ever.

You two had been on a few dates now, he had even met your roommate and your other friends. You two got so close after that day you had met at the GameStop and he was so grateful he came to work that day instead of calling out to binge play videogames. Kuroo erupted in furious laughter and continued his games with Kenma, enthused about him about finally getting some.

“Gotta hand it to you man, you managed to get yourself a hottie. And a gamer at that. I’m jealous.” Kuroo added, Kenma rolling his eyes.

He knew it too though. Kenma wasn’t necessarily a ladies man so it was a mystery what drew you to him. Still, he’s grateful he could spend his time with you even if you guys weren’t set in stone just yet.

Just as the game wrapped up, he received a call from his new favorite person.

“Hey, Kenma. I’m outside! Lemme in!” You giggle into the phone before the front door flung open, Kenma scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, you. Missed you.” He said into your hair. You smile and hug him back, following his lead inside. His little apartment was so cozy, gamer memorabilia all over the place as it screamed “Kenma”. It was so him. You smile and walk into his bedroom, thinking nothing of it as you gawk at his gaming setup.

“Woah. Didn’t know working at gamestop could get you a $1,000 set up!” You exclaim. Kenma laughed.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you. I game professionally. GameStop is just another way for me to be close to videogames. Discounts are nice too.” He explained.

“So you’re a streamer?”

“Yup. You should watch me sometime. I-If you want.” Kenma said flustered. You smile and hook your arms around his neck and give him a peck on the nose.

You two spent most of the day talking about games and the lastest on manga you were both reading. Everytime you talked to him, he gave you something new to read and you’d talk about it next time you talked about it together.

Soon, you two were cuddling and watching shitty rom-coms; making fun of them became your favorite past time. You chuckle as the female protagonist says something completely cheesy about loving her love interest forever and gag at the kissing scene, Kenma covering his face in second hand embarrassment.

Then he took one look at you, snuggled up against him with your ass poking out against his groin. You were the little spoon, his arms around your waist as you look up at him from time to time to make a comment on the movie. Kenma was in love. But he had no idea how to tell you without scaring you off. What if it’s too soon? What if she doesn’t feel the same?

A cheesy sex scene displayed on the T.V causing you to get a little hot. Sure it was pretty lame but the thought of having sex right now; especially cuddled up with a cute boy, wasn’t too bad of an idea. Kenma’s sweating a little too, his dick growing hard as he realized the girl he really liked was laying in bed with him while watching borderline porn together; his face red as tomatos.

“Shit, I hope she doesn’t feel my dick poking against her. Fuck, she’s just so pretty.. I just wanna-“

“K-Kenma..?” You breath out, wet and face full of embarrassment.

“Yeah?” He said.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but.. I’m h-horny.” You whisper as if someone else was in the room other than you two.

“A-Are you really?” Kenma asked, his dick growing more at the thought of how wet you were under your sweatpants, how hard and perky your nipples were under your bra. Fuck, he had to have you.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why but this scene is.. kinda turning me on.” You said, turning to face him to see his face bright red and eyes full of lust. You gulp, just as hungry as he is.

“Me too.” He said, staring down at your plump lips.

“Yeah?” You ask with seduction coating your tongue unintentionally, licking your lips as you bit down lightly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah.”

Kenma inched closer to your face, you following his lead as your lips finally met; your first kiss. The kiss was heavy, hands exploring and groping each other as you both moan into the kiss.

Clothes are shed and thrown to the side of the bed, Kenma drinking in the sight of your half naked body and savoring it. He pulled you back into the kiss, his tongue searching your mouth as you received him eagerly. You were making out so heavily, foreplay almost wasn’t even needed with how wet you got from his touch and kiss. You became so needy for him, the spot between your legs aching as your heart skipped eight beats.

“Kenma I-“ you said breaking the kiss, interrupted by a feral Kenma.

“No. I-I wanna take my time with you. Don’t rush.” You nod, Kenma grabbing your chin to pull you up to kiss him again.

You gasp, his hands a little cold as he touched your breasts. He groped and squeezed them, playing with your nipples as your squirm to gain friction in your panties.

You’re whining against Kenma’s mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. As Kenma pulled away, he took a brief moment to look down at your body as he climbed on top of you.

“You’re so pretty.” He gushed, causing you to giggle and reach up to move his hair from his face.

“You too. U-Uh I mean, you’re handsome.” You said weakly, aching for something more than just kissing. He smirked at you, like a switch went off in his mind. He wasn’t the sweet and shy Kenma he was a second ago, feral lust changing his demeanor as he took a nipple into his mouth. You moan, your breath shaky as he ghosts his fingers over your panties; him feeling a wet spot on them as he hummed.

“You’re so wet, angel.” He moaned, you surprised at your new nickname. Kenma’s fingers are pulling your panties aside expertly and coating them in your slick in seconds, your moans filling his ears as he prodded them at your entrance. Your breathing becomes uneven as he slids them inside, suckling on your nipple as he looked you in the eyes.

You’re a moaning mess for him, the sounds of the movie playing were drowned out by your pathetic little moans as Kenma fingered you with his slim fingers.

“Hah.. Uuugh, K-Kenmaaa.” You gasp, an orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach. Kenma chuckled, pulling away from your breast to coax you; talking you through the orgasm about to wash over your body as his fingers hooked to find that spot you like.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asks, you unable to answer as you hold his arm for dear life. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes! God, Ah! I’m gonna-“

“I know, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” He cooed, rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your legs nearly jolt closed, the pleasure becoming too much as you boil over.

“Yeahhhh baby. Good girl.” He mumbled, rubbing your clit slowly to help ride out your peak, leaving soft kisses on your forehead to soothe you.

You let out a deep sigh, warn out from fingering alone. No one has ever made you feel this good using just his hands. Imagine what he can do to you with his dick.

“Bend over, baby.” Kenma said, motioning for you to turn over on the bed by tapping your outer thigh. You blink dumbly at him, your high still lingering as you flip yourself over on the bed and lay flat.

“Ass up.” He demanded, striking your ass with just enough power to snap you out of your finger-dumb trance. You yelp and arch your back, bringing your ass closer to him as he grabbed your hips.

Kenma stayed still for a while and marveled at your ass bent over for him, rubbing your ass with his big hands and smacking it every so often. He bit his lip, mumbling fuck under his breath as he teased his dick against your already worn out pussy.

You turn to look back at him, lust in your eyes and a face Kenma would never forget.

“F-fuck me. Please Ken, I n-need you.” You beg, tearing up at the feeling of Kenma’s smooth dick brushing up against your sensitive clit.

“Say no more, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.” He hissed, nearly shoving himself inside. You gasp, the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously forcing a guttural moan from your chest.

Kenma started his pace hard yet slow, making sure you felt every inch; every vein of his dick, giving it his all as he ripped your noises from your mouth.

You’re panting, unable to keep up with him as you grip onto the sheets. You shoved your face into his pillows, screams uncontrollably leaving your lips as Kenma started brutally pounding into your poor pussy.

“Uhhnnn! I-I love you Kenma!” You shout, biting down on the pillow as you feel your chest get hot in embarrassment. God, why did you have to say love? Surely he doesn’t feel the same just yet.

“Fuck, I love you too, Y/N. Hah, I wanted to say that to you for so long.” Kenma admits, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you up to him as he hummed sweet praised into your ear as he fucked you stupid. You sob, relieved he felt the same way.

The ultimate exchange of love between two people emerged as he threw you back onto the bed and raised on leg up onto the bed to gain a better angle on that sweet spot of yours causing you to shriek and clench around him as you come close to cumming. Suddenly, the searing hot pleasure stops as Kenma pulled out of you. You whine, your entire body shuddering from the extreme loss.

“Get up. I want you over my desk.” Kenma said, pulling you off the bed by your arm. He was being so rough with you right now you almost thought you were fucking a completely different person; Kenma the shy and awkward gamer boy transformed into the sexiest Dom you’d ever been with.

Your legs wobble as you stood bent over his desk and gaming set up, your naked chest pressed against the cold wood as you wait for him to fuck you again. Kenma prodding himself at your entrance and leaned down close to your ear, sliding himself inside you once more with a grunt.

“You feel so good, you know that? Ugh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He huffed, you answering with a whine. He’s plowing you into his desk before you can respond properly, your hands glued onto the sides of it for dear life. Sooner than late, your orgasm is knocking at your door. Tears bubble in your eyes as you cry out for Kenma.

“C-C-Can I cum now? P-please godd let me cum Ken, ahhah!” You babble, almost unable to hold yourself back for much longer as he pummeled you nice and hard.

“G’head, baby. Cum nice and hard for me.” Kenma granted, giving your ass a hard smack to make you clench around his dick harder as you came. It was amazing. It was like a volcano erupted inside you, loud moans and sobs filling the room as your chest heaved in and out.

Kenma ruts into you one last time and pulls out swiftly, stroking his dick to release himself onto your ass as you sigh from the loss. You both stand still for a while, Kenma staring down at your coating ass cheeks and you at your fucked out reflection of his monitor. You feel him step away, too drunk off your orgasm to even care what he’s doing as he cleans you up and leads you back to bed.

“I dunno where I threw your shirt so I’m just gonna grab one of mine, okay?” Kenma says, rubbing small circles into your back. You nod, eyes closed as you hum into the pillow in comfort.

You tried not to doze off as Kenma dressed you in some clothes of his that you were totally going to steal, his scent coating the fabric of his t-shirt. After a little while, Kenma’s in bed with you lacing his body with yours as he stroked your back to soothe you to sleep.

“Can I sleep over?” You ask cutely. Kenma smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Duh.” He said. You giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent as you start to doze off.

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Did you mean that? What you said when we were... you know.” You ask, unsure. Kenma grabbed your chin and turned you to face him.

“Of course. I-I uh..” He paused. “I knew loved you the day I met you, Y/N.”

You tear up, pulling him up to kiss you.

“Same.” You say, holding him impossibly closer.

“So does this mean we’re-“ Kenma’s interrupted by the sound of you falling fast asleep, small snores driving Kenma into cuteness overload. He sighs, kissing your forehead as you slept on his chest.

Moments like these are truly ones to cherish.

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yoongiboongipoongi · 3 years

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pretty boy

warnings: sub idol, dom reader, pegging, cursing, brief mentions of toxic masculinity, size kink?

synopsis: taeyong is feeling insecure about his femininity, so you decided to show him the love and appreciation he deserves

here’s another random fic. imo theres not enough sub!idol fanfics without mommy kinks so i decided to make this. this is actually kinda weird cause i usually HATE writing fluff. but this is so fucking fluffy it makes me cringe. UNEDITED

“what’s wrong yongie?” you questioned, staring at your boyfriend’s somber expression as you climbed in bed to his side.

“nothing,” he covers his face in the blanket, making you pout in confusion.

“there’s nothing you wanna talk about, pretty boy?”

“don’t call me that!” he raises his voice slightly, which surprises you. you usually called him cute little nicknames like pretty boy or baby, but for some reason today he reacted negatively.

“why? i always call you that,”

“j-just, it’s just,” he sighs before continuing in a small delicate voice

“my friends were making fun of me saying i was a girl. they said i looked and acted like a girl,”

“what’s wrong with that, hm?” you caressed his cheek. “there’s nothing wrong with guys being feminine. people who make fun of you for that are not your real friends. i think you’re adorable the way you are. “ you left wet smooches all over his face, making him giggle.

“wait... do you think im pretty?” taeyong hesitated before asking. you let out a grin.

“of course! you’re the prettiest,” taeyong blushed at your affection. you put your arm around his small waist to bring him closer. taeyong’s face got even redder the moment you pulled him. he never wanted to admit it, but he loved the way your arms fit around him so well. he enjoyed feeling of being small and in your protective arms. holding him tightly and closely in your arms always made him feel fuzzy inside.

you continued with your kisses, trailing down from his cheek, all the way down to his collarbone. (can yall tell i have a thing for neck kisses-)

the mood was becoming more heated, starting from sweet compliments to shoving your tongue down his throat. you passionately kissed taeyong’s soft lips. taeyong was beginning to feel overwhelmed from the amount of pleasure simply coming from your roughness.

you disconnected your lips from his, making taeyong let out a little whimper of disappointment, but he quickly cuts himself off with a tiny moan as you start leaving hickies on his neck.

“fuck me p-please” he speaks in a tiny voice, looking down in embarrassment.

“alright, you want to pick out a strap for me?” you pointed to the closet. he eagerly nods and waddles to the closet to pick one out. the one he chose had a double dildo, meaning that both of you would be penetrated and pleasured. you smiled at his choice.

he climbed back and the bed and waited patiently on his knees. once you had the strap on, you removed your shirt. as you threw your shirt to the floor you caught a glimpse of taeyong staring at you in awe with his big puppy eyes. you giggled, “get in position baby”

he took off his pants and kept his oversized hoodie on, then layed on his back with his legs up. you inserted your lubed fingers into his hole, making him yelp in surprise.

“gotta loosen up your tight hole babe,”

“feels good,” he covers his face with his hood as he moans in pleasure.

you positioned the strap and slowly entered him, letting out a low groan.

“p-please! faster, faster!” the two of you moaned in pleasure. he held a tight grip on your hand, which was something he always did ever since you started pegging him. it was a tiny intimate thing he enjoyed doing. you had your right hand interlocked with his and the left holding his leg up. you moaned as you pounded into him, creating friction with the dildo inside you.

taeyong let out whimpers as he was approaching his high.

“ ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum,” he gripped your hand even tighter.

“you can cum whenever,” he let out of sigh of relief and pleasure as he released.

you left a peck on his cheek as you slowly removed the strap from him, making taeyong feel a little weird at the emptiness of his hole. you followed the usual steps for aftercare, which includes cleaning the both of you up and getting dressed. you carefully wiped taeyong’s body.

“thank you,” he shyly grinned. you both giggled in content as you started spooning him, enjoying each other’s warmth.

“yongie, you’re perfect the way you are, alright? those men are just a bunch of bitches,”

“b-bitches? hehe” he nods in agreement.

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it is super late and im writing this without being fully awake so im probably going to hate this when i wake up. but anyways, if you enjoyed it, leave a note or reblog! i would appreciate it <3 have a nice day hoes

#nct smut #smut #kpop smut #sub!idol #sub nct #sub!nct #sub!taeyong #sub taeyong #sub!nct smut #sub nct smut #sub!idol smut #dom!reader

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angelthebedsheet · 3 years

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If you’re ok with it, could you do Hawks, Todoroki, Shinsou, Bakugo and Kaminari with a black support engineer s/o with big curly hair and stretched ears? Maybe she wears gauges with their hero theme? Just some cute fluff!

a/n: oooooh bitch okayyyyy!! i like that! hawks my lil bird bitch ✋🏽🥺

your quirk! super brain.

what is it? you have the ability to memorize things easily, piece complex puzzles together, make great strategies. you essentially are a megamind. you are incredibly smart invention-wise. you are skilled in support hero work so you are one of the go to’s for hero modifications, suits and basic designs.

hero name? hakim: the tinker hero

why the name hakim? from what i searched up it has arabic and african significance and it’s one of the 99 names based on the attributes of Allah. the two famous bearers of this name were hakim ajmal khan, the india physician and hakim muhammad saeed, a pakistani medical researcher. if i got any of this wrong please message me so i can fix this! i want to stay as respectful as possible as i love to include names that hold a message!

i might have to split this into two parts bc this gets long!! i just assumed reader is fem presenting bc you can use feminine pronouns and not be a girl like me. also disclaimer i only take 4 characters at a time per request but i dont think at the time of this request i had finalized my requirements in my masterlist so IMMA LET IT SLIDE. sorry this is late as SHIT. lets get it!

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Hawks

okay we all know he’s a lil shit

and we all know how he be

you are working on your next commission piece in your studio when your window opens

you can only sigh

“what happened kei.”

“now birdie dont get mad now okay”

“what did you do.”

“i may have.... broke my visor and destroyed my jacket?”

how the fuck do you do that.

“what.”

“ahahah...”

boot to the face

when you two were first dating

which was back in hs

you helped him figure out how his hero costume would be along with how they would sit comfortably on his wings

i mean i love the idea of you roasting him while measuring him

“where’s your fuckin DRIP kei.”

“y/n PLEASE. i came here to get a new costume not get slandered”

“well you jus gon have to deal with it sugar, especially when you look like a mess.”

he had definitely bought you so many gauges that have little red feathers hanging from it

or simply his initials hanging from it to the point where you just wear one of his feathers around your neck

marking his territory and making sure you are safe

protective and trendy!

i hc that he has alot of bird like tendencies so you probably have to stop him from stealing the lil shiny things you have

your nuts and bolts allat

“keigo put my bolt down”

“but its so SHINY”

“NO.”

cue keigo’s WHINING

sometimes he just sits on his stool you put for him and play with your ears

like he’ll stare at them and ask you questions

“do they hurt?”

“kei im trying to focus”

“like they’re all stretched how long did they take?”

or he’ll bounce your curls

you’re just polishing a piece of hero gear

here comes kei silently sitting on his stool and gently grabbing a strand of your hair

pulling it down then you hear a quiet

“boing”

i hc that kei has adhd, has lil tic and has to fidget

(can you tell i self project onto majority of them)

(i mean hawks’ quirk must be IMMACULATE for fidgeting 😫👌🏽👌🏽)

(its dead his fault why i have a pretty bird tic)

and one day

“kei baby, here.” you said as you handed him a box. he cocked his head slightly as he looked at it. “what is this, dove?” he asked as he took the box. “well, i made you something to help with your fidgets.” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. his wings puffed out as he smiled. he opened the box and gasped. you watched as his eyes brightened while he took out the keychain fidget toy. it has multiple sides to it. metal rings connected by two hoops, red, white and beige plastic bangs that were at the ends with two small red feathers at the chains. you watched as he bit his lips and tried not to cause a big reaction. “do you like it, pretty bird?” you asked. he nodded and pulled you into a hug. “thank you so much, baby.” he said into your shoulder. “and you can hook it onto your pants. cute, right?” you said as you gently rubbed his back. “yep, i’m cuddling the fuck outta you. lets go.” he said as he let you go and sweeped you up into his arms. you squealed with a giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran to the bedroom.

Todoroki Shouto

yall are in hs okay no time skips lmao

todoroki loves EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

i mean he has so many sneaky pics of you working on your projects

oil on the cheek, gloves, goggles

straight up working in your zone

he will post on his story sometimes like

“look at my s/o”

“they’re working hard”

dry ass cute shit yk?

he carries scrunchies and glass cleaners 24/7

you take your projects on the go so he’ll just take out a scrunchie and neatly pull them curls back into a pineapple

my mans lowkey was struggling at first bc DAMN

CURLS BE FIGHTIN HIM

love the idea of todoroki watching youtube tutorials bc he’s TIRED of getting his ass BEAT by them

he kinda gets a lil grossed out when you take out your gauges and your earlobe kinda just dangles

like earrings in? cool asf

them out? my mans fold like a lawn chair. he looks away or makes a stink face

“are they in?”

“yes they’re in you lil baby. you can try attempted murder but you can’t look at stretched earlobes?”

“shut UP”

he does internally swoon when you put in gauges that match his hair colour

like you love him that much? okay i see

he’s amazed by how you work

sometimes he’ll just stand behind you like a lil sibling in the door way

“mom said it’s my turn on the xbox.”

(not at how me and todoroki are both the youngest siblings)

when you saw his first hero costume you busted out LAUGHING

that day you roasted todoroki to the point where he left

“janitor looking ass. my nigga where you goin? a space adventure? scary ass.”

“😐 are you done.”

“space jam headass, lookin like a g.i joe action figure. terminator lookin ass.”

“alright im leaving”

“no wait come back andjajdjsba”

i hc that todoroki has panic and anxiety attacks and things like that

so you made him a little sumn sumn for his anxiety

“candy, look here for a second?” you called out, making todoroki hum and look up from his notebook. “what happened?” he asked as he cocked his head slightly. “made you something.” you said as you handed him a small box. his eyes light up as he gently took the box. “really? are you sure?” he questioned. you only nodded with a smile as you placed your pencil behind your ear. you watched as he carefully opened the box. he pulled out a tan clicker toy and smiled confused. “what’s this, bub?” he questioned as he placed the box down. “a fidget toy i made for you that can help with your anxiety. it can help ground you when you feel overwhelmed? hopefully? oh! it also has a music box feature.” you said as you pointed at the back of the toy. he silently turned the toy around and you leaned over and pressed a button that played a music box version of a pearl by mitski. you watched as his shoulders loosened up at the sound of his favorite song. he placed the toy down while he tried to hold his smile back. he sighed and smiled widely. “thank you, i love it, bubba.” he said sweetly. “i’m glad you like it.” you whispered. “may i kiss you?” he asked. you simply nodded before he gently cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. you pulled him into a hug.

#x black reader #x female reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha x poc!reader #todoroki shouto x reader #hawks x reader #shinsou x reader #kaminari x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x reader

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quickspinner · 3 years

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Not Exactly a Loophole (but he'll take it)

Luka's got a crush on one of his regulars, but there's just one problem. His mom may not be big on rules, but when it comes to her bar Nanarchy's, the few she has are nonnegotiable--including the rule that employees are not allowed to ask out patrons. With Juleka also pining for a cute customer, Luka's determined to find a loophole...but the universe seems to have its own plans.

Rating: T (mostly for language)

This one is a belated birthday gift, but not for me--for the lovely @mamanabeille! It was meant to be a meet cute featuring EMT Marinette, but bartender Luka kinda stole the spotlight, so it didn’t quite come out like I intended, but I hope you all (and especially MA!) enjoy it anyway!

The bar was nearly empty the first time she walked in, but Luka was sure he would have noticed her in the craziest crowd. She paused in her approach to the bar when she saw him, but when Luka gave her a friendly smile and simply asked what he could get her, she came the rest of the way over and slid onto a stool, ordering her drink in a quiet, hesitant voice, pulling out her wallet..

“I thought Juleka was working tonight,” she said as he took her card and opened a tab for her.

“She will be.” He glanced at the clock. “In about an hour.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “An—“ She frowned, pulling out her phone, and then something seemed to click and she folded her arms, pouting, as he set up to mix her drink. Luka felt like pouting, too, over the fact that Juleka had seen her first. She was really cute.

“They told me the wrong time,” she grumbled. “Because they thought I would be late. Which means I nearly killed myself getting home to change and get back here for nothing .”

“Not for nothing,” Luka said easily. “Juleka’ll be here in an hour. We’re not busy, I don’t mind if you camp out. You look amazing, I’m sure she wouldn’t want to miss you.”

She looked a little confused for a moment, and then her eyes went round and she touched her fingertips to her soft red mouth. “Oh, n-no, I’m not, uh—I mean I don’t um—“

Luka winked at her. “It’s okay, I won’t tell her anything.”

“Rose!” she squeaked, waving her hands so frantically that Luka instinctively slid her drink out of the way. “I’m friends with Rose! She wanted to come while Juleka was working, and I had a—a bad experience at the bar I used to go to, and she said that kind of thing doesn’t happen here, and a bunch of us were supposed to meet up so Rose could fli—TALK! To Juleka and the rest of us could have a drink and hang out in peace but they gave me the wrong time because I’m late for everything, but for once I’m not late and now I’m stuck here with you and—“ She slapped a hand over her mouth and looked so horrified that Luka could only laugh.

“Well, Rose is right, we don’t allow any kind of disrespectful behavior here, my mom’s very strict about it. She values Nanarchy ’s reputation as a safe space and she’s very particular about it. I promise you, being her son wouldn’t excuse me from an ass-kicking if I was inappropriate with you, or stood by while anyone else was, so feel free to hang out and wait for your friends.” He picked up another glass, flipped it in his hand before scooping it full of ice, and then he filled it with water and set it in front of his reluctant customer. “My name’s Luka, just let me know if you need anything.”

He lingered long enough for her to smile tentatively back at him, and then busied himself far enough away from her that she wouldn’t feel crowded, setting up the wells and making sure everything was stocked and topped off before the rush started.

Marinette nursed her drink and pouted, annoyed with her friends for wasting her time this way. Sure, she was always late, but her job was demanding and she wasn’t always in control of when she was able to leave. She couldn’t just ditch Adrien to handle it all, that would be mean. As it was, she’d been late leaving her shift today, and she had scrambled home to get home and get herself presentable and get here in time.

Then she walked in, triumphantly on time and not even in her work clothes, and those losers she called friends weren’t even here! And then she got all confused and tongue-tied and practically preemptively accused the cute bartender of harassment, even though in two minutes of conversation she could tell that he wasn’t anything like that guy that ran Graham’s and—

She groaned quietly and dropped her head on her arms.

Luka didn’t look back at her, but there was a slight quirk of his lips and the tiniest motion of his head in her direction that said he knew she was watching him. He set the two handful of beers he had just picked up on the bar in front of him and dipped a hand in his back pocket, coming out with a bottle opener spinning on one finger. He flicked the caps off the bottles in quick succession and then with another twirl, the bottle opener went back to his pocket like a six-shooter into a cowboy’s holster in some old western. Marinette giggled, and only then did he tilt his head in her direction and wink.

Marinette squeaked and buried her suddenly red face back in her arms. She was pretty sure she heard a low chuckle from down the bar.

Juleka walked in about forty-five minutes later. She took one look at Luka and asked, “What happened?”

“Hmm?” Luka looked up at her from where he was slicing limes.

“That’s the dumbest grin I’ve ever seen on your face,” Juleka commented as she tied her apron on. “And that’s saying a lot. What gives?”

“Nothing,” Luka said, resisting the temptation to squirt her with lime juice. It was too early in the evening to escalate that far. “I’m just in a good mood.”

Juleka’s eyebrows raised. “You’re always in a good mood. You don’t always grin like a dope.” Luka opened his mouth to say something rude when they were both distracted by a surprisingly strong but very feminine voice carrying the length of the bar.

“Luka!” Both of them looked down the bar to the pretty dark-haired lady waving at him (and wincing slightly as she realized how loud she’d been), and Luka’s grin grew wider as he waved a hand to acknowledge her.

“I’ll get it,” Juleka said as he reached for a towel to clean his hands.

Luka took a step back to block her from getting around him. “Oh no you don’t. She’s my customer.”

Juleka blinked at him in surprise and then smirked. “Oh. I see.”

“You see nothing,” Luka told her, tossing the towel at her face as he made a beeline down the bar. “Back off. You can serve their table later, but while she’s at the bar, she’s mine.”

“Never knew you were so possessive,” Juleka muttered, moving the towel aside with two fingers and dropping it into the dirty bin with a gesture of distaste.

“Laugh it up, I’m gonna get you back soon,” Luka called back, and turned to his customer. “Doing all right? What can I get for you?” he asked, smiling as he leaned his hands on the bar in front of her.

“My friends are almost here,” she said, setting her phone on the bar where he could see the message chain. “I was going to go ahead and order for them if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Luka said, looking at the list of drinks. When he was sure he had the order, he leaned back and smiled at her. “You can go find a table if you want, I’ll get the drinks ready and have Juleka bring them to you.” He winked, and she giggled.

“That would be perfect. And...thanks, Luka,” she smiled, blushing a little, and he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. “My name’s Marinette, by the way. Which...you actually probably knew, because you opened my tab, um...”

“I did,” he grinned, and began setting up glasses on the bar top. “But it’s nice to hear it from you.” Marinette gathered her things slowly; she’d spread out across the bar as she’d waited, with pens and a small notebook and a set of index cards with neat notes scattered across her part of the bar.

Luka pulled his mind to the task, picking up a jigger and flipping it in his hand. Realizing that Marinette was still watching him, he poured some liquor and then gave the jigger a flip around his hand as he made eye contact with Marinette. He had to chuckle when her eyes widened slightly and her face flamed up red. She forgot all about picking up her things as she watched him mix the drinks, and he struggled not to show off too much, amused at her fascination. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing, and began picking her things up haphazardly. She reached for a pen, but knocked it with her fingers, sending it spinning off the back of the bar.

“Oh, I’m so sorry—” she exclaimed just as Luka’s hand snapped out and caught it before it could fall to the floor. Fortunately he hadn’t been holding anything liquid at the time, and he hastily picked up the shaker he’d dropped on the bar and set it back upright before handing Marinette her pen back.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly. “No big, Marinette. Relax.”

She was staring at him, her blue eyes round, and slowly she took the pen back from him. “Thanks,” she whispered, and shrank a little, tucking the last few things in her purse.

“My pleasure,” Luka smiled. “Seriously, Marinette, you’re here to unwind. Don’t sweat the small stuff, okay? No pressure here. Just take your time.” He flipped a shaker up over his shoulder and caught it behind his back, and Marinette put her chin in her fist and pouted again.

“How do you do that?” she asked enviously. “I’m such a klutz when I’m not focusing.”

“Practice,” Luka shrugged. “I’ve been working here since I was old enough to be behind the bar, so. It’s not really anything special, but it makes pretty girls smile, so…” He grinned at her, and then motioned behind her. “Table six is the quietest, over there by the wall. I’ll have the rest of these done in just a minute, and—”

“Marinette!” someone squealed from the door and Luka chuckled.

“—And there’s your friends,” he said, as Marinette turned and waved.

She turned back and gave him a smile that nearly knocked him off his feet. “Thanks a bunch, Luka, really. You’ve been great.”

“Any time,” he barely managed to answer, and had to swallow quickly afterwards. He mixed the rest of the drinks on autopilot, his eyes darting back to Marinette as she and her friends settled at their table. He saw the petite blond with her raise her hand and wiggle her fingers, and a quick glance down the bar showed him Juleka standing as if she had been hit in the back of the head with a board, a faint rosy color tinting her pale cheeks.

Luka grinned and loaded the cocktails on a tray before carrying them down to her. “These are for six,” he told her, and she looked at him stupidly. Luka smirked. “You know that saying about people who live in glass houses?” he grinned, nudging her arm before he headed back to the next customer waving for his attention. “Don’t drop anything,” he called back, and heard Juleka snort.

***

Girls Night was no longer the trial that it used to be. Marinette loved everything about Nanarcy’s . Their aesthetic was cool and unique, their atmosphere was fun and chaotic in a controlled way, their live music nights were amazing, and they didn’t overpour, so everybody was only as drunk as they wanted to be at the end of the night.

And their bartenders were hot. Rose was head over heels for the quiet, dark-haired Juleka, and Marinette was pretty well smitten by the kind, gentle man with the shaggy hair and the soft eyes, who never seemed to take offense no matter how many times she put her foot in her mouth. She’d never been as early as she had that first day, but she did rush just a little to beat the girls there, so that she could sit and talk to Luka for a bit before the rush hit.

He was just so nice , and easy to talk to, and perceptive, and she always relaxed after a few minutes in his company.

Unfortunately Marinette couldn’t be early all the time, and the girls were already at their table and there was already a crowd at the bar before she arrived.

She stood on her tiptoes, looking over the crowd, and saw Luka about the same time he saw her. He flashed her a broad grin that set butterflies wild in her stomach. She gave him a small wave and then formed her fingers into a d, their sign that she was the designated driver tonight. She saw him nod, and started working her way through the crowd to the bar.

Luka picked up his napkin and did that funny flick with his fingers that sent it spinning onto the bar right in front of her. Marinette really wanted to know how he did that, but his hand moved so fast she couldn’t follow it no matter how many times she watched him. She saw him chuckle at her pout as he flipped a tumbler in his hand, filled it with ice and soda water, and then set it on the napkin. “Good to see you, Marinette,” was all he had time to say, but his warm, smooth voice still made her melt a little on the inside.

She lingered at the bar for just a moment, watching him joke and banter as he flipped and spun bottles and tumblers and shakers, dropping them to catch behind his back, his movements all smooth and practiced. He’d told her once that what he did wasn’t actually that hard, but it still looked like magic to her. It had surprised her at first; he’d struck her as a quiet, laid-back kind of guy, not someone who enjoyed crowds and attention—but then she’d seen him play with the band one night, and understood. Luka might be quiet on his own, but in front of an audience, he was a performer, and if she’d thought what he did behind the bar was impressive, seeing him on stage with his guitar was, well...breathtaking.

For all that flash, though, it was watching him shake a drink that made her go weak, eyes glued to the lines of his arms and the slight smirk on his face. Marinette picked up her soda and headed back to the girls’ table before she could embarrass herself by swooning on the bar. The girls gave her knowing looks when she arrived, but other than the smirks, they left her mercifully alone about her increasingly obvious crush.

Marinette felt fortunate that Rose was more fun to tease (and safer; Rose didn’t flail and knock over drinks when she got flustered). Rose blushed and denied and then gave herself away by sighing dreamily as she looked at the tall girl behind the bar. Marinette couldn’t help covering a snicker with her hand, though as her gaze followed Rose’s, her traitorous eyes snapped straight to Luka.

He seemed to be in some kind of one-up contest with his sister, the grin on his face positively wicked as he balanced a cocktail on a bar spoon on his forearm—which required to him to keep his arm flexed in a way that made the normally subtle swell of muscles along his arm much more obvious. Marinette groaned and leaned on Rose, who was peeking through her fingertips and trying not to squeal as Juleka rolled her eyes and set up a row of glasses in front of the bar. Twirling a bottle in each hand, Juleka smirked at Luka. Luka was good, but Juleka obviously outmatched him in this context. She was herself beautiful and elegant, with her hair tied back in a thick braid and perfectly done makeup that highlighted her fine bone structure. Her features were a little rounder than Luka’s sharp angles, and she was tall and slender without being as lanky as Luka. The pair of them together were unfairly attractive.

Juleka’s motions at the bar were fluid and graceful, without any wasted movement, and she was fast . She filled the cocktails on the bar in front of her, mixing them up first and then stacking the shakers to pour all four glasses at once. Then she turned to Luka, plucked the glass off of his spoon with a lifted eyebrow, and set it on her tray, swinging it up onto her shoulder. Luka made a laughing gesture that was clearly I surrender , and Juleka smirked as she went around the side of the bar.

“She’s so beautiful,” Rose swooned into Marinette’s side, and Marinette smiled, bumping her shoulder into Rose, who just flopped in the other direction to drape herself over Mylene and sigh some more. Marinette gave her friend an affectionate look, and then tried to school her expression as Juleka appeared at their table, setting cocktails in front of them with practiced ease and a quiet, “Welcome back,” with a subtle smile. Her eyes, though a different color, were as intense as Luka’s, and Marinette thought they stayed focused on Rose for a beat longer than the others. Then Juleka’s gaze flicked to Marinette’s drink and her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Refill?” she asked.

“No thank you,” Marinette said automatically, and Juleka nodded. Those amber eyes flicked back to Rose as she set the last cocktail down in front of her. “Enjoy,” was all she said, but there was a subtle quirk of a smile to her lips, and Marinette could feel Rose freezing like a deer in the headlights at her side. Then Juleka was gone again, her heavy braid swinging behind her, before Rose could even think of anything to say back.

“Ooh,” Rose moaned, frustrated, grabbing her drink.

“Next time,” Mylene said consolingly, patting Rose’s arm. “It’s busy here tonight. I’m sure she’ll be back when there’s more time to chat.”

That was true, Marinette thought, but still...they’d been coming here for weeks and things didn’t seem to be going anywhere. She’d thought Juleka was interested but maybe…

“You know what, I’ve changed my mind,” she said, picking up her glass and sliding out of her seat. “I think I do want a refill.”

“It just tastes better when Luka serves it,” Alix snickered, and Marinette pretended not to hear her as she made her way to the bar. She needed some answers, and maybe it was time to try the direct approach.

Luka was hopeless, he knew, watching Marinette’s table out of the corner of his eye even as he teased Juleka. He didn’t care if it made sense or not; he was crazy into the girl, and her mere presence made him feel more alive.

Juleka snatched his cocktail and Luka had to move quickly to catch the bar spoon and dump it in the bin. He waved Juleka off with a laugh and glanced back at the table again where Marinette was consoling her little blond friend, who was clearly suffering after Juleka’s display. That only made him grin wider.

Luka allowed himself one lovesick sigh. Marinette was so beautiful, and he loved the way she put so much individuality into the way she dressed, and the contours of the muscles in her arms as she waved them about, talking with her hands. She was funny, and she was sweet, and she was smart , and every time she came in he entertained fantasies of quitting on the spot, confessing his love, and running off with Marinette in the rain (he wasn’t sure why it was always raining in his fantasies, but it seemed to fit her for some reason). His mom would probably forgive him. Eventually.

Juleka would kill him though, and besides, he liked his job and he got to see Marinette almost every week. And...maybe he was a little bit chicken. Just a tiny bit. There was every chance that instead of falling into his arms and agreeing to run away with him, Marinette would be startled and freaked out and run away without him, and then he’d be out of a job with a broken heart in the bargain. Just because she liked joking around with him, and watching him (because he definitely didn’t miss her eyes on him, with as often as his were on her), didn’t mean she was interested in the reality of dating him—especially if he were suddenly jobless.

So the fantasies would stay just that for now.

Ugh, sometimes he really wanted to...hug his mother in a bone-crushing but loving way and tell her that for someone so hung up on freedom, her rules were a righteous pain in his ass.

That would probably get him fired too. If you fire me, I’ll have to come live back at home with you , he mentally argued with his imaginary mother, but it didn’t work any better in his imagination than it would have in real life.

Unfortunately Juleka didn’t seem to be having any better luck than he did. Luka had a half-formed plan to call in a favor so he could get Juleka cut early, so that she could run into Rose on her way out and get around Anarka’s rules that way, when he was startled out of his thoughts by someone calling his name.

Luka was moving down the bar to smile at Marinette before he’d even fully processed that she was calling him, but the crease between her brows made him hesitate slightly.

“Juleka didn’t get you a refill?” he asked, but Marinette shook her head.

“I told her I didn’t need one, and then I changed my mind.” She set her glass on the table and nudged it towards him. “Also...well, I want to ask you something.” She shifted uncomfortably, and Luka swallowed as if that would keep the sudden butterflies in his stomach confined there.

“Anything,” he said glibly, with a smile that showed no trace of his nervousness. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, it’s just...do you think…” She glanced up at him shyly, and looked down, cheeks pinking.

Luka leaned his elbows on the counter and lowered his head, cocking it slightly to show he was listening. His fingers laced together and squeezed tight in front of him.

“Does Juleka like Rose?” Marinette asked, glancing nervously back at their table.

Luka blinked. “Ah…”

“Before you answer,” Marinette said quickly, turning back to him. “It’s just that Rose really, really likes Juleka, but Juleka hasn’t...well she does flirt some, but Rose isn’t sure, and...I just don’t want to be encouraging her to pursue something hopeless, so I’d really appreciate it if you’d tell me now if Juleka’s not interested in her. I won’t say anything to Rose, not directly, I just...if it’s not going to happen, I can maybe get her to—”

“It’s not hopeless,” Luka interrupted, trying not to laugh, though whether at his own stupidity or Rose and Juleka’s, he wasn’t sure. “It’s definitely not hopeless. The only thing hopeless is my poor little sister.”

“Oh,” Marinette breathed, and then smiled. “Okay then. I’ll tell Rose not to give up?”

“Definitely not,” Luka confirmed, straightening. “But we’re not allowed to ask out customers, so she’s either got to catch Juleka on off hours or make the first move herself. Mom’s a real stickler about it. I’d get in less trouble for being high on the job than hitting on a customer.”

“Oh,” Marinette’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I see. I...I guess that makes sense. And Rose hasn’t wanted to be creepy if Juleka was just…” She blushed, surprisingly intensely. “You know, being nice because it’s her job.”

Luka snorted. “Juleka’s not nice.”

Something hit the back of his head and Luka straightened to find Juleka glaring at him. “What are you saying about me, jerk?” she demanded, and Luka rolled his eyes, looking back at Marinette.

“See?” he grinned.

“Shut up and move,” Juleka grunted, shoving his arm until he stepped aside for her to get by.

“Someone’s in a mood,” he called after her, and she turned her back to the bar and flipped him off where only he could see.

“Rude,” he chuckled, and focused back on Marinette. “Look, I can’t speak for her, but as her brother...I don’t think your friend has anything to worry about, yeah?”

Marinette gave him a dazzling smile. “Thanks Luka. I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you,” he grinned automatically.

“Send us another round for the table when you get a chance?”

“Sure. I’ll have Jules drop it off.” He winked at her, and her smile got even brighter.

“Perfect.” She gave a happy little bounce before she hopped off the stool and went back to the table. Luka watched her go, and saw her look back at him over her shoulder. He sighed.

“Dumbass,” he said to himself, shaking his head as he turned away to get their drinks ready.

Well, at least Juleka would be happy. If Rose still felt weird about asking her out, he could still try and get Juleka cut early the next weekend. Victor was always asking for more hours, surely he’d do Luka a favor if it meant weekend night tips…

Not that that helped Luka any. He looked back towards Marinette’s table and sighed.

Well, he’d get his own chance eventually—or he’d make one, if he had to.

***

“I’m missing girl’s night,” Marinette huffed, throwing herself behind the wheel. She was missing seeing Luka, she thought petulantly. Her one night a week to see him and she was missing it because Adrien had said something stupid to the person resonsible for their schedules, and she was his partner, so she was guilty by association.

“I said I was sorry,” Adrien sighed, hauling himself up into the passenger side of the ambulance.”

“Say it again,” Marinette grumbled.

Adrien groaned, slumping into his seat. “I promise that I have never in my life been more sorry than I am at this moment, facing this whole shift with you in this mood.”

Marinette glared at him, but the radio called their attention.

Their first few calls were simple enough, but the next one made Marinette suck in her breath sharply.

“What?” Adrien asked, looking at her.

“That’s my girls’ night bar,” Marinette breathed. “26-year-old male…it could be Luka...”

Adrien raised an eyebrow at her. “You want to pass it on?” he asked, not unkindly.

Marinette shook her head. “Nobody else is even close. Let’s go, but you take lead if it’s—if it’s someone I know.”

“It’s probably not,” Adrien reassured her, flipping on the lights and sirens.

Marinette made a noncommittal noise, trying to ignore the cold weight that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Adrien put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed—and then braced himself as Marinette pulled out into traffic.

When they walked into the bar, they had to shove their way through the crowd that had formed in a ring being kept back by a man and a woman wearing shirts that identified them as security.

“Marinette!” Rose cried, waving at her with one hand, and for an instant, Marinette froze.

Luka was sitting in a chair, looking dazed. He kept trying to get up, but Juleka shoved him back down with one hand. Rose was pressing a blood-stained towel to his head.

“Oh no,” Marinette murmured. Adrien squeezed her arm, and then moved past her, his stride purposeful. Marinette pulled herself together and followed, pressing her lips together. This was her job, after all, and she was good at it. It was just another call, and Luka would be fine.

Luka was confused as hell, and his brain didn’t quite feel connected to his body. He was vaguely aware that his head hurt, but he couldn’t seem to make sense of what was going on. He’d woken up on the floor, and then he’d nearly fallen when he tried to stand, and Juleka had shoved him into a chair and fluttered over him, alternately swearing at him and sounding at the edge of tears, and Luka still had no idea what was going on.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You’re a fucking idiot, that’s what happened,” snapped Juleka. “We have bouncers for a reason , dumbass.”

“Bouncers?” Luka asked, bewildered. He blinked, trying to focus and clear the fog from his mind. The room didn’t seem to want to be still. It wasn’t spinning, exactly, just tilted to the left slightly. A flash of white crossed his vision and he focused on it for a moment, and then blinked again, still confused and sure he couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing. “Marinette?”

“Hey, Luka,” she smiled, leaning over him.

Luka grinned. “Hi.” Then he frowned. “Thought you were working tonight.”

“I am working,” Marinette said gently, pulling something out of her breast pocket, and Luka vaguely registered that the white he had seen was some kind of uniform shirt. Then he jumped slightly and blinked as she shone a light in his eyes. “He lost consciousness?” she asked, but then Luka was distracted from Marinette as someone else took his arm. He blinked down at a blond man that had knelt next to his chair and was pulling... stuff out of a bag beside him.

“Yes,” Rose confirmed from somewhere behind him.

“Luka, was it?” the blond man asked. “I’m Adrien. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Kentucky sunrise,” Luka muttered. “Told Jules to keep an eye on the guy, he seemed shady.”

“He was shady,” Juleka said, fingers squeezing on his shoulder. “He got nasty and I told him to leave, and he grabbed me, and then this idiot jumped the bar to come get involved and—it’s kind of a blur after that, but he got Luka in the head with a glass or a bottle or something.”

“Where’s the guy now?” Marinette asked.

“Ivan’s got him in the back, waiting for the cops.”

Luka tried to follow the conversation, but he couldn’t seem to concentrate for very long. Adrien started asking him questions, and Luka’s world greyed out a bit as he tried to focus enough to give the right answer. They seemed like really dumb questions, and Adrien kept touching Luka’s head where it hurt. Luka tried to push his hands away, but Marinette caught Luka’s hand and squeezed it tight. Luka looked back at her, focusing on the cool blue of her eyes. She asked him something, but he didn’t quite catch it.

Fuck, he was tired. He just wanted to get somewhere quiet and dark and less peopled and go to sleep.

Marinette’s hand on his cheek brought him back to reality a bit. She was frowning. “Luka, do you feel sick?”

“No,” Luka sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “Just tired.”

“Luka,” Marinette said sharply, and he opened his eyes again. “Don’t go to sleep, okay?”

Luka whined, but tried to keep his eyes open. He leaned his head on Juleka’s stomach, and felt her hand stroke gently through his hair. He must really be messed up, he thought with mild amusement, for Jules to be that gentle.

“I think we better take him in for evaluation,” Marinette said to...someone. “He’s definitely got a concussion, and that head lac needs stitches.”

“Agreed,” said Adrien, and Luka began to lose the battle to stay awake. “Come on, stay with us.” Someone squeezed Luka’s arm, and Luka struggled to open his eyes again.

Luka lost track of what was going on after that, moving mechanically when someone asked him to and just trying to stay awake. The only thing he really registered was Marinette leaning over him in the back of the ambulance, stroking his hair back from his face and looking at him with such softness that his breath caught even through his fog. “I’ll drive,” she said. “Take care of him for me.”

Luka was confused until Marinette disappeared from his side and Adrien settled in next to him instead, a faintly amused look on his face. “She must really like you,” Adrien commented under his breath. “She hates to give up the action and drive.”

Luka smiled weakly.

***

The hospital was a confused sequence of waiting rooms and big noisy machines, but as they sat through it all, Luka began to regain some focus and clarity, and by the time they came to tell him that he was fine, he pretty much was, aside from the throbbing in his head where they’d stitched the wound closed and the anesthetic was wearing off.

“We’re going to keep you the rest of the night for observation,” the ER doctor told him, “But unless there’s any sudden changes, you should be good to go tomorrow. Just take it easy for the next few days.”

Luka didn’t bother to argue since the night was mostly gone anyway. All he really cared about was getting to a bed, now that they had cleared him to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Juleka was sitting next to his bed.

“Hey, dummy,” she said, when he turned his head to look at her.

“Hey,” he sighed. “Can I go home yet?”

Juleka snorted. “Knowing hospitals, it’ll take all day just to fill out the paperwork to get you out of here.

Luka made a face. “Probably true, actually.” He sighed and laid his head back, lolling it over to look at her. “Tell me you at least got a date out of it.”

Juleka blushed, and dropped her gaze, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. “She’s a nurse at this hospital, do you know?” Juleka mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. “She stayed with me the whole time they had you doing all those tests. We’re...having dinner tonight when she gets off work.”

“Awesome,” Luka grinned, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

Juleka took a moment to collect herself, and then she lifted her head and grinned at him. “Now it’s your turn.”

“God I wanna marry that girl,” Luka groaned, smiling dreamily. “Gorgeous and smart and funny and a badass. This is it. I’m totally gone for her, Jules.”

Luka didn’t need to see Juleka’s smirk, he could hear it in her voice. “What else is new?” she snorted.

Another memory surfaced and he grimaced. “I’m not sure puking all over her partner in the back of her ambulance made the kind of impression I was hoping for.”

“Don’t worry,” a male voice chuckled. “You’re not the first, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”

Luka and Juleka both looked towards the door. Marinette and her golden-haired partner were standing there in clean uniforms. Luka felt a sudden flutter in his stomach. The EMT uniform didn’t do much for her, compared to her usual perfectly tailored clothes, but...she looked strong and confident and in charge, and it was definitely doing things for him. Her hair was tied back and pinned up, but that just made her beautiful eyes more prominent, and the same smile tilted her sweet lips.

He suddenly remembered what he and Jules had been talking about. Oh God, did she hear him? Luka swallowed nervously.

Marinette gave him a little wave, her shoulders hunched slightly. “I hope you don’t mind that we stopped by,” she said shyly. “I— We just wanted to see how you were doing.”

Adrien grinned broadly, clearly amused, and Juleka began to snicker. She leaned over and whispered to Luka, “Your heart monitor’s going crazy, dumbass.” Then she kissed his forehead. “Call me when they’re ready to let you out of here.” She walked away from the bed, and Luka realized too late that she was planning to leave him there with Marinette.

He registered about that time that the monitor behind him was indeed beeping frantically and felt himself flush. He fiddled with the clip on his finger, but if he took it off the nurses would come charging in, so he took some deep breaths, trying to get himself under control as Juleka stopped to exchange a quiet word and a hug with Marinette, with a quick handshake for Adrien.

Adrien and Marinette approached the bed and Luka reached up self-consciously to smooth his hair before remembering the bandage on his head. He extended his hand towards Adrien instead.

“Hey, man, I really am sorry for throwing up all over you,” Luka told Adrien. “I swear, I didn’t know it was coming.”

Adrien smiled ruefully as he shook Luka’s hand. “I’m used to it. Sometimes I think I have a target on my chest.”

“Serves you right for always wearing such expensive shoes,” Marinette huffed.

“They’re comfy!” Adrien protested.

Luka chuckled and looked at Marinette, taking in the uniform and trying to recalibrate his mental image of her to include this new information. It wasn’t as hard as it seemed like it should have been; she’d always had that something about her that said she could do anything, and she was certainly fit enough to be hauling people around, and the impulse to help people fit in with her sweet nature.

He really hadn’t thought he could fall any harder, but looking at her now—staring at her, he realized abruptly—he accepted that this hole was a lot deeper than he’d realized.

Marinette leaned over the side of his bed and reached toward his hair. “May I?” she asked, and at Luka’s nod, she parted his hair to peek under his bandage at the stitches. She was close enough that Luka could smell the faintest hint of sweet vanilla even past all the medical smells. The monitor began to beep warningly again and Luka thought he saw the corner of her mouth twitch. Her fingers skimmed his cheek as she lowered her hands. “It looks good. You probably won’t even notice it with your hair covering it.”

“Thanks,” Luka said stupidly, not really sure how one was supposed to react to a compliment on how well one’s head was sewn back together.

“How do you feel?” she asked, straightening a little.

“Not too bad,” Luka shrugged. “Still have a headache, but it’s much better.”

Marinette frowned. “What are they giving you for pain?” She looked at the board in his room without waiting for him to answer, and gave a slight sigh. “Well, that should fade soon, hopefully. As long as your imaging came back normal—” Luka nodded. “—it should just be a question of paperwork.” She laid her hand over his and squeezed. “You should be back behind the bar in no time. No more fights though, okay? You scared me, when we got the call for your address.”

“Sorry.” Luka gave her a lopsided smile. “Can’t say I wasn’t wishing to see you, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Marinette giggled, her eyes darting away and her teeth catching her lip for a moment before she looked back at him, a bright smile slowly growing across her face. For a moment they just stared at each other. Adrien raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets, wandering back across the room.

Luka barely noticed. Marinette was looking at him and he had never seen her eyes so soft before. Except—except that one moment when she’d been leaning over him on the gurney, and she’d promised him he was going to be okay, and then she’d looked up at Adrien and said take care of him for me…

He was so transfixed by her eyes that he didn’t react to her leaning over the bed until he felt her hand on his chest and her breath on his face, and then he only had time to gasp and close his eyes as her lips found and caressed his in a soft and tender kiss. He leaned into it as much as he dared, and managed to move his mouth to kiss her back, electric thrills moving through him.

He followed her when she pulled back, and opened his eyes to stare at her in wonder as her lips left his.

“I’m dying,” he said flatly. “I’m dying and no one wants to tell me, is that it?”

Marinette giggled. “No more than everyone else.” Then she actually blushed and looked down. “I’ve maybe been thinking about doing that for a while now.” She glanced up through her lashes and a truly wicked smile slowly spread. “And trust me, when you actually are going to die, you’ll know it.”

Luka’s attempt at a reply became a strangled noise at the back of his throat.

There was a quiet cough from the other side of the room, where Adrien was turning red attempting to hold in his laughter. “I’m getting the feeling you didn’t actually need a wingman here,” he said.

“Take a walk, Adrien,” Marinette said in a warning tone, and leaned in to kiss Luka again. Luka moved to meet her, lips parting eagerly as he buried the hand not covered in wires in her hair, only vaguely aware of Adrien’s gusty sigh and the sound of the door opening and closing, or the rapidly accelerating beep of his heart rate monitor again.

Somewhere in the haze Luka realized he wasn’t on shift, and anyway Marinette had kissed him first, and Anarka’s rules didn’t matter anymore.

“Hey,” he mumbled in between kisses. “Want to—mm—get coffee sometime? After they let me out of here.”

“I’d love to,” Marinette sighed, and kissed him again. She giggled. “You should have told me about that stupid rule sooner. All this time, I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.” She pulled back and blinked for a moment, and bit her lip. “Um. I should probably tell you that I told my boss you’re my boyfriend.” She shrugged. “If I start dating you after you’ve been my patient, it’s weird, but if we were dating before that, then it’s just unfortunate coincidence, so…”

“I’m cool with that,” Luka said quickly. “Very cool.” They grinned like fools at each other for a moment, and then moved to kiss again.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door, and a nurse poked her head in. “Mr. Couffaine? We’ve been getting an alarm from your monitor—” She paused, taking in Marinette’s wrecked hair and two blushing faces. “Oh.”

Marinette giggled, hiding her face in his shoulder, and Luka groaned. “How much do I need to bribe you to turn that damn thing off for the next f—” he glanced at Marinette. “Ten minutes?”

The nurse rolled her eyes, but winked at them. “Just remember you’re supposed to be taking it easy,” she admonished, crossing the room and unplugging the monitor from the wall. “If anyone asks, you’re in the bathroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” Luka grinned as the nurse shut the door behind her, pulling Marinette back in.

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heximagines · 3 years

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I was wondering if I could request Severen X Fem!Reader? Severen is walking down the street and hears yelling. He comes across reader getting robbed in an alleyway and goes to help her. What he doesn’t realize is that she’s a vampire and she bites the offender and drains him of his blood before throwing his body to the ground and Severen is like “Woah that’s kinda hot” whether it ends in fluff or smut is up to you! I really love your work and thank you for taking the time to read this! If this makes you uncomfortable in anyway feel free to delete it :)

Whew! This one took me a hot minute. I’m sorry for the wait. I had a lil bout of writer’s block but I finally worked though it. I hope you like this! I really miss going to shows and stuff so I kind of threw some of that in here to help get myself going. The basement venue I mention in here actually existed in Austin in the 80s, so if anyone who reads this is into punk you should see if you can fin d out where I’m talking about. ;)

PART 2

Severen loved when their travels brought them to places like Austin. The crowded city streets surged with life and music seemed to pour out of every little crevice. He itched to dace around and cause some mayhem but he was hunting alone tonight, the others choosing to do their own thing, so he needed to exercise just a little more caution than usual. His eyes scanned endlessly searching for his next meal but everyone seemed to either be in a crowd or looked just plain unappetizing. He paused at the mouth of an alleyway to light a cigarette, back pressed against the brick wall of what appeared to be a bookstore. Just then his sharp ears picked up on a sound. It was almost drowned out by crashing drums that came from fuck knows where and the chatter of the streets but he was sure of it. Severen lowered his lighter and slid into the alleyway, the drumming grew louder but the rest of the city dimmed to background noise. He focused his sharp hearing just enough for him to make out what he was looking for. A feminine voice rose just barely above the din making him lean in. “You’re making a big mista-” “Shut the fuck up bitch! I told you to drop the bag.” Severen ducked beside a dumpster and peered farther down the alley. If it weren’t for that loud mouth and his uncanny hearing Severen would have passed right by but now you had his attention. He could see you just past the light, pressed against a wall by a large man with a gun. A frown tugged at his lips. He might not be the most gentlemanly guy around but Severen certainly wasn’t about to stand by while a pretty girl got robbed. Besides he couldn’t turn down such an easy meal. He watched as you unslung your bag and tossed it carelessly into the ground with a bored expression. “It sure is a shame, handsome guy like you robbing a pretty lady like me? I could’ve taken you out to dinner. I’m starving ya know.” You tilted your head to the side and now a little smirk quirked your lip. “I said shut up!” But despite the man’s words Severen watched his eyes traveled from where his gun was pressed at your navel up your stomach, over the swell of your breasts, and finally to your full lips. He let the barrel follow his gaze upwards, pressing it to your throat and making you tilt your chin upwards. Severen could feel himself salivating at the sight of your exposed throat. Finally he stood upright ready to intervene, he’d done enough watching, he wanted action. But before he could do anything your eyes fluttered over his direction. He waited for your scream for help but it didn’t come. You only grinned and winked at him. “I like to eat alone anyway. I’m kind of a glutton.” Severen had a feeling you weren’t talking to the man in front of you. Finally you grabbed your would be attacker’s wrist in a bone crushing grip and twisted hard. A loud wet snap sounded down the alleyway followed by an agonized scream, a scream that was muffled by the loud music that filled the small space. The robber dropped his gun and you yanked him down, breaking eye contact with Severen to bite into your meal. You wrapped the man in your arms and held him close as his movements slowed then stopped completely. Severen watched you drain every last drop of life from him before dropping the now useless copse to the ground. You took a beep breath a licked your stained lips with a little laugh.

“God damn...” Severen couldn’t keep the words tucked in his mouth, he was utterly fascinated. He rarely got to meet other vampires outside of his little family but when he did it sparked his curiosity. But before he could say a word you were scooping up your bag and wiping the gore from your face with the sleeve of your jacket. He watched as your form retreated farther down the pathway. You stopped at a door and pulled it open, the loud music he’d been hearing was now amplified and pouring out of what he realized was the basement of the bookstore. You look back at him and raise an eyebrow as if asking if he was coming. That was all he needed, he hurried after you and slipped into the doorway beside you. “Y/n.” You held a hand out for him to shake. With a crooked grin Severen held your hand gently in his own and brought it up to his lips for a kiss. “Severen.” You roll your eyes but laugh despite yourself. Locking your fingers with his you pull Severen deeper into the basement. He found himself surrounded by punks with foot long mohawks and metalheads with hair down to their asses. At the front of the basement a band was ripping through a fast paced song with deep vocals. You pulled Severen through the sweat slicked crowd and to the front where you began to dance around recklessly. He let a loud laugh rip though him as you locked arms with a girl who’s head was shaved down to the scalp and danced around in circles slamming into the people around you. When you released the girl you’d been dancing with she spun off into the crowd and you surged forward to grab Severen by the lapel of his leather. You effortlessly pulled him him into the fray of the pit. That was all the coaxing he needed before scooping you up into his arms, whooping and hollering. You held onto his neck with one arm and let your feet kick out at the crowd around you as he danced around, your other arm reached up to touch the ceiling of the basement, making sure you didn’t hit your head. You and Severen danced like that though the whole set before the music finally came to a a screeching end. You laughed and grabbed your new friend by the arm, pulling him off to the corner of the room.

You placed your hands on his chest and pressed gently, encouraging him to lean on a support beam. “I haven’t seen you around. I’m guessing you’re not from here.” You pulled away to dig though your bag but your eyes stayed locked to his, looking up through your lashes. Severen rubbed the back of his neck, feeling almost insecure under your gaze. “I travel a lot. Only come though here a few nights every couple a years or so.” You hummed as you pulled out a flask. You popped it open and pressed it to Severen’s lips. “Go on drink up.” He took it from you and tilted the contents into his mouth. When he realized what it was Severen snorted a short laugh and sputtered on the mixture of blood and whiskey you’d handed him, making you giggle. He was pretty cute. “Traveling makes sense. Makes it harder to get caught huh? That’s why I stay in the city. There’s a lot of people sometimes they end up missing or just get found dead.” You shrug. “You mean like the guy you just left out there?” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the door. You give another short shrug. “Eh, punks don’t call cops. And besides when everyone leaves they go around the other side of the alley. The owners don’t want anyone to see a bunch of people sneaking out of the basement. No one will notice him in the dark and I can get rid of him later.” He chewed on that thought. He supposed it was reasonable enough and it seemed like you knew what you were doing. Severen wanted to ask you more but your attention was pulled away by the call of your name. You turned your head to see the bald girl you’d been dancing with earlier waving you over. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Severen never really considered that the entertainment value of humans could extend past terrorizing them, but you didn’t just prey on humans you coexisted. Some were friends. Some were food. He wasn’t sure how you decided which was which but didn’t really get the chance to ask before the next band started and you demanded he dance with you some more and drink more from your flask. He supposed all of his questions could wait. Right now he just wanted to have fun with you while he could. So he fell into the ebb of the show. Dancing and screaming along to the music, to short quiet moments with you, to meeting your friends and carrying on a normal conversation as best he could, back to dancing and screaming. His attempts at socialization started off awkward at first. Severen wasn’t used to talking to humans as people. But after watching how you interacted with everyone he eventually fell into that too. Finally the show came to an end and the number of people dwindled. You bid your friends goodnight and told them to get home safe before leading Severen back out of the hot basement. As you said everyone who was still lingering stayed within the yellow circle of light that illuminated the doorway or trickled farther down the alley to the road behind the bookshop. You and Severen hung back until finally it was quiet and everyone was gone. “Just a sec, let me take care of this.” You moved to grab your earlier meal by the arms and drag him over to a dumpster. Severen hurried ahead to flipped the lid of the dumpster up before helping you lift him up and throwing him in the trash. “Ugh thanks, I hate that part.” “Yeah, usually we just burn all ours.” You bite your lip and look down at your feet. “We huh?” Severen straightened up, he’d been much more invested in trying to get to know you he realized you really didn’t know anything about him at all. “My family. I travel with my family.” Your lips turned down in a thoughtful frown. The one who’d turned you wasn’t what you’d call family. But something like that must be nice. People to look out for you, who really understood you. “And I suppose you probably have to get back to them huh? You said you only stay a few nights right?” You didn’t want him to leave now. You didn’t want to be alone. “Well I can’t go nowhere if it’s gonna make you frown.” His calloused hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb running along your soft skin. “Besides I just got here a few hours ago. They won’t leave without me unless I stay gone for a few days.” Your eyes find their way back up to Severen’s and a little smile spreads across your face. You lean up on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck. “Well in that case, you wanna come back to my place?” His hands drop down to your lower back pulling you flush against his body. “You just lead the way, sweet pea.”

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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👉👈 if you wrote the whole I just delivered a baby feel my hands interaction from Will's perspective I would love you forever

okay, i specifically had to read this scene again and let me tell you, i high key cringed because i just remembered how kinda bad the ending of blood of olympus was alskjskfdkfsd

anyway, i hope you love me forever because i will definitely be granting your wish. thanks for the prompt, and i hope you like this!

and, as always: i usually do minimal editing on these, so please don’t judge my writing too much alskjjlkdf

Will will admit, the morning has been quite an adventure in itself.

It started when his cabin awoke with the cries of a distressed Clarisse, who slammed open the door of the Apollo cabin at exactly 3:43 AM and screamed at the top of her lungs, while also banging pots and pans, “THE BABY IS COMING! THE BABY IS COMING! William Andrew Solace, GET your ass over here!”

In all his life, Will’s cured lots of sicknesses and injuries. But never has he had to take care of a woman giving birth.

All in all, he thinks he did pretty well. Save for the almost-fainting part of the birth, he got the baby delivered perfectly healthy and relatively easily (although he’s sure Mellie would disagree), and Coach Hedge was there to even see it.

After handing over the child, the exhausted son of Apollo, savoring the sweetness of the new family’s moment, smiles and excuses himself. He's sure he is going to pass out any moment from both tiredness and excitement, and he is ready to recount all of the past two and a half hours to Cecil and Lou Ellen.

He steps out of the infirmary, surprised by how much lighter the sky has become. The sun rises, spreading its golden glow over the camp, and he has to shield his eyes from the brightness. Despite the beauty, though, there’s a dread that’s settled over the camp, a nervous electricity that has demigods buzzing left and right.

Demigods trudge to Half-Blood Hill, decorated with armor over their bodies. Will frowns, his own heart thudding faster. He can’t quite believe there’s another war about to happen, in just a little bit, after just barely surviving one last summer.

With a jolt, Will remembers the lives lost, the people who’ve slipped from his grasp in the last battle. His face burns with the shame of losing them, of failing them. Why couldn’t I have done better? he scolds himself.

With the prospective battle, he feels an even larger weight on his shoulders, the mass of stress crushing him. He feels as if he is Atlas, carrying the bulk of the universe on his body, doomed to serve this job for the rest of eternity.

The pressure of tears and anger presses against his throat, threatening to let loose. He swallows, trying to suppress it, but he can feel himself failing at doing so; his body shudders, his fists clench. He wants to drop to his knees and sob right here, right now. He’s so useless to everyone here. He’s failed so many people. How many will he fail today?

A voice calls his name from the distance, and for a second, Will stops thinking about all the horrors he’s seen. He turns his head in the direction that he heard the voice, but he can’t seem to find it. He frowns.

“Psst!” the voice calls again, and this time Will realizes it is clearly feminine. He swivels his head to the bushes in front of him, and almost screams when he sees eyes peering at him through the leaves.

For a second, he doesn’t recognize the faces that stare back at him. Only after he rubs his eyes does he realize that it’s Lou Ellen and Cecil. A shaky smile wavers on his lips. “Hey, guys. What are you doing?”

The two wrestle out of the bushes, shoving twigs aside. They rush over to the son of Apollo, excitement plastered over their faces. “Wanna help us scout the enemy?” Lou Ellen asks, her voice rising with enthusiasm. A mischievous sparkle twinkles in her eyes. “I’m practicing my Mist-controlling powers, and I think I’m getting pretty good.”

Will looks at Cecil, who nods in encouragement. “Come on, dude. You’ve been in the infirmary all day. I’m sure delivering a baby is probably more exciting than us, but...” He shrugs, and a sadness envelops his face. “I guess we just don’t know how much longer we have. Don’t you wanna spend it together?”

Will’s heart clutches and his skin prickles with goosebumps. He looks at his two friends, people he’s known for so long. He realizes that Cecil’s right; they don’t know how much longer they have with each other. The realization hits Will right where it hurts.

Taking a deep breath, he nods. “Alright, I could use a break. Let’s do it.”

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Fifteen minutes later, Will, Cecil, and Lou Ellen are clad in black clothing, giggling in the bushes on the outskirts of camp. They watch the enemy wander around, setting up their equipment, shouting to one another. Peering at them, a spark of confusion consumes Will. They look like normal demigods; why are they warring, anyway? Who decided on this? Why can’t they just get along, share their similar stories? The entire thing is pretty pointless and sad, Will thinks, since they could have been friends. But instead, the two camps decided only on warring, setting their differences first and foremost.

It’s a little disheartening, to say the least. Will knows that this is the nature of humankind, that people tend to only see differences. But they are demigods; aren’t they a little above humans? Shouldn’t they know better?

But even then, they still have humanity in them. And as ugly as humanity can be, it’s still humanity. This is what humans are like. People must learn to accept. Will only sighs at this thought.

As he mulls this thought over, Will, Cecil, and Lou Ellen skitter over to Thalia’s pine tree, hoping to get a better view of the Roman demigods. Their faces brighten under the rising sun, illuminating their faces. The warmth seeps through Will’s skin, sinking into his bones. He want to keep that warmth there, absorb the light. He’s afraid of the darkness that might come after the war.

As they reach the tree, Will almost stops in astonishment. Because standing righ there, in a ridiculously bright Hawaiian T-shrit and black jeans, a Stygian sword at his side, stands Nico di Angelo. Will almost trips over himself.

For a second, Will stumbles. What on earth is he doing here? Didn’t he leave camp? Didn’t he go rogue? Didn’t he leave Will here, in the very same place, on a morning much like this one, just a year ago?

Cecil and Lou Ellen stop with him, confusion spilling over their features. “What’s wrong?” Cecil asks, nudging Will. “Dude, we’re in the light. Let’s go.”

Will only shakes his head in response and hurries over to the son of Hades, a strange feeling sparking in his blood. Is it resentment? Is it relief? He’s not quite sure. All he knows is that he never thought he’d see Nico again, and especially not dressed like that.

When Will reaches him, the son of Hades doesn’t seem to notice he’s right there. His dark eyes are also focused on the Roman demigods, peering over them, oozing hatred.

“Nico?” Will whispers, his voice quiet in the morning. Lou Ellen and Cecil crouch by Will, peering over at him in surprise.

Nico whirls suddenly, a look of fear in his eyes. He snaps his sword in their direction, just barely missing Will. The son of Apollo stumbles a bit, trying to jump past it.

The son of Hades’ eyes focus, clearing up as he stares at the three demigods. His face betrays a series of emotions: first confusion, then shock, and finally irritation. He opens his mouth to speak, but Will snaps first. Gesturing to the sword, he hisses, “Put that down! What are you doing here?”

Nico blinks, surprise written over his face. Then he shakes his head and frowns at Will. “Me?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing. “What are you doing here? Getting yourselves killed?”

Will’s blood boils with Nico’s tone. Their first time meeting in over a year, and that’s how he’s going to talk to Will? The son of Apollo scowls. “Hey, we’re scouting the enemy.” Spreading his palms, he assures, “We took precautions.”

A dark eyebrow rises on Nico’s face, a look of doubt painting his face. “You dressed in black with the sun coming up. You painted your face but didn’t cover that mop of blond hair. You might as well be waving a yellow flag.” He rolls his eyes.

Will’s face feels warm, the heat of humiliation coursing through his nerves. “Lou Ellen wrapped some Mist around us, too.”

The two looked over at the girl, whose eyes were widened in surprise. Suddenly put on spot, her own face turns as red as Will’s. She greets Nico and tells him that the demigod next to her is Cecil, a son of Hermes.

A moment of hesitation burns between the four demigods, waiting for the next move. Nico’s eyes switch over the three of them, deciding what to do, testing how great they are. Will puffs out his chest, a look of determination in his eyes. You know me, he wants to say. Don’t play this way.

Finally, Nico kneels and asks about Coach Hedge and his arrival at camp, whether he got here safely. Despite his irritation earlier, Will allows a smile to come over his face at the mention of the satyr. Lou Ellen giggles, and Will nudges her, though a bout of elation envelops him, too. He smiles at Nico, assuring him that the satyr is fine.

Nico asks about the child, a look of momentary excitement passing over his face. The smile on Will’s face widens despite himself, elated to talk about the new baby. “He’s fine, too,” Will promises. “A very cute little satyr boy.” His skin crawls again, but this time with the memory of the birth. He’d never seen such terrifying yet beautiful scenes in his life. A shudder echoes through him. “But I delivered it,” informs the son of Apollo, grimacing. “Have you ever delivered a baby?”

Nico frowns, a look of confusion and disgust rolling over his face. “Um, no.”

Will shrugs and tells him that he just needed the fresh air; the mission with Lou Ellen and Cecil would help him. A grin takes over his face again as he announces, “My hands are still shaking.” He holds out his palms and blinks at them. “See?”

Without thinking, Will takes Nico’s hand. In hindsight, he probably should have considered how Nico would react, and how strange this interaction might be after not seeing each other in months, but he isn’t quite thinking. With the baby’s birth, the potential battle, and with Nico’s sudden appearance, can anyone blame him for feeling frenzied and dazed, with having practically no brain functionality at such an early time in the morning?

A buzz echoes through Will’s palms, electrifying his nerves. His bones resonate, hum, emanate energy. He isn’t sure why this is happening; it’s as if being with Nico again, feeling his fingers in his, he’s unlocked something. For a second, Will sees and feels and hears nothing but the son of Hades. But then, just a split second later, he feels it: a cold, empty darkness, seeping from Nico’s hands. Will’s not sure anyone can quite feel darkness, so this is quite the strange interaction for him. He feels void, alone, as if no one is around. He almost pulls away when Nico does it first.

“Whatever,” he grumbles. “We don’t have time for chitchat. The Romans are attacking at dawn, and I’ve got to-”

Will frowns, but what else did he expect? Of course Nico’s going to want to move straight ahead. A buzz of annoyance echoes in him. He doesn’t like that he’s talking to them as if they don’t understand the seriousness of the situation. Before Nico can continue, he snaps back, explaining that they know what’s going on. He raises an eyebrow at Nico. “But if you’re planning to shadow-travel to that command tent, forget it.”

A look of rage passes over Nico, darkness roiling in his irises. “Excuse me?” he growls, eyes glaring. Will feels that he’s pushed too far, too much, but he stands his ground. Nico just got back to camp; he’s not going to risk his life just for this.

Will holds his chin high. With a look of determination, and as much bravery as he can master in front of the son of Hades, he informs him that Coach Hedge was very descriptive in his warnings of Nico and his shadow-travelling. “You can’t try that again.”

Nico’s jaw clamps hard, anger pouring in bouts. He watches Will daringly, as if saying, Watch me. “I just did try it again, Solace. I’m fine.”

Will almost scoffs. If that darkness he felt just moments ago was any indication, the son of Hades is not fine. Rage boils over in Will’s body; why can’t he just understand that maybe there are people here who actually care that he doesn’t risk himself again? Why is he always the one to put himself in danger?

And yet, he feels a connection to Nico. He knows what it’s like to want to push yourself to the extreme, especially if it means that you save the ones you love. And for this reason, he finds himself even more irritated in Nico. If they’re so alike, then Will finds him just as equally annoying as he finds himself.

He rambles to Nico about how he can feel the darkness oozing from him, the risk he’d be making if he makes that jump one more time. As he does, he watches the son of Hades raise his eyebrow, not surprised, as if he knows what this jump could mean. With a jolt, Will realizes that maybe that’s what Nico wants - to not exist anymore. Red hot tears push against his throat, but he grounds himself. “You are not shadow-traveling. Doctor’s orders.”

Nico opens his mouth and starts streaming excuses about the Romans, but Will won’t have it. He’s not losing Nico after only just now seeing him again. The son of Apollo assures Nico that they’ll take care of them, that it’ll be fine. Lou Ellen even has the Mist to control; they don’t need Nico risking his life.

Nico looks as though he wants to argue, say something, but he chooses wisely to keep his lips sealed. Instead, he stares at Will, dark eyes bearing into blue ones. There’s a depth to them, Will realizes. It’s as if he’s seen terrible, dark things. He looks shattered; broken; cracked. Will’s body relaxes with pity, with remorse, but he stands his ground.

Will’s been begging the gods for Nico to come back for months. He left with barely an explanation, leaving Will at the summit of Half-Blood Hill so many months ago, wallowing in his confusion. He won’t let Nico escape his grasp again, not when he’s only now returned.

A fiery hot tension stretches between the boys as they stare each other down. Will knows Cecil and Lou Ellen are watching them, surprised. The boys hold each other in this strange staring competition, trying to get the other to relent.

But Will’s stubborn, just like Nico is. There will only be one winner in this battle.

Will won’t let Nico slip away again.

Nico sighs in exasperation, throwing his hands up. “Whatever,” he grumbles, and a wave of white hot elation washes over Will. Relief consumes him. He won’t be shadow-traveling, Will thinks, relaxation taking over his body.

Nico continues glaring at Will, but the son of Apollo doesn’t even care. Nico juts his chin forward, and dark wisps of hair fall into his eyes, fluttering over the dark brown irises. “You’ll follow my lead.”

Will smiles, relishing the win of the silent argument. He spreads his hands in a placating gesture. “Fine. Just don’t ask me to deliver any more satyr babies, and we’ll get along great.”

#wow that took me like an hour and a half to write whoops #anon tag #asks #fic prompts #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #heroes of olympus #hoo #blood of olympus #boo #solangelo fanfic #solangelo fic #nico x will #will x nico #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #riordanverse fic

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vkookjamz · 4 years

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⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

Eyes now widened, you gripped the arm rest on your left. Your ears stood up, becoming stiffened along with your tail twitching in alert.

Who said that- What said that?? That definitely wasn't your conscience- It sounded- familiar, but your mind couldn't seem to come up with anything to pair the voice to.

The voice was feminine, deep and smooth it sounded almost like a mother's who was singing their child a lullaby.

But deep down in the pit of your stomach you just had a feeling it was instead masking a siren. Who's sweet sound would slowly lure you into its trap leading to your ultimate demise.

'I will awaken' 'do not fear what you are that's their job' Who is going to wake up and why would people be afraid?

You felt your head get dizzy and your body heat up. You felt as if you were about to pass out until it spoke again.

Calm yourself.

That's rich, how exactly were you supposed to do that when you're pretty sure you've gone mad.

'you're not crazy y/n- just close your eyes, take a nap, you're probably just tired and hungry that's all'

You spoke to yourself, repeating affirmations inside your mind until you heard it once again.

ha..

Growing irritated at whatever this was, you heard the eerily seducing tone giggle softly, causing you to let a snarl form on your face as you growled under your breath.

Oh come on now it's laughing at you?? How the hell was this possible- one second you're just staring at the moon on your way to dinner with the boys and now you've completely lost your shit?

Dear child, I am you. You are me.

'what are you talking about- I'm me..'

"Uh baby girl? we're here" Jungkook rubbed your back softly, tilting his head as he scanned his eyes over you.

Inhaling a deep breath from your nose, your eyes snapped open glancing around the car you saw the other members lazily unbuckling their seatbelts.

They all were getting up with slight groans and happy sighs while putting on their masks and coats, preparing to enter the restaurant you all were currently in the parking lot of.

Shaking your head you frowned your brows together confused. Had you been asleep? Was what you experienced a dream?

You didn't remember falling asleep- just looking at the moon, then everything got quiet, then the voice. Your eyes never closed, you know they didn't.

Looking back at Jungkook you blinked a few times to focus then nodded quickly. "Ah- yes I'm sorry Appa- I spaced out I guess"

He chuckled giving you a cute side smile, shaking his head he quickly threw his own coat over your shoulders, helping you out of the car and reaching down to hold your hand, knitting his fingers together with yours.

"It's alright baby, now that you had a little snooze during the drive I'm sure you should be plenty hungry yeah?" he ruffled the top of your head closing his door.

"I-I- slept..?" you frowned looking up at him, your grip on his hand tightening. Jungkook nodded looking back at you with pursed lips letting out a small laugh. "Yeah the moment we got in the car you looked out the window for a moment then passed out- I was worried at first but Namjoon-Hyung said you were probably just exhausted since- you know, first time being a human and we did a lot"

So you had fallen asleep..

Maybe what you heard was just you having a dream, after all Namjoon was right, you had done a lot since you were in your new form.

And one time when Hoseok woke up to take out the trash in the middle of the night, he swears he heard racoons talking to him- but we all thought he was just too tired and his mind was playing tricks on him. Maybe it was the same with you?

"Yah come on you two! Tae is starving!" Jimin spoke with a chuckle as he jogged down to walk beside the two of you. Wrapping an arm around both yours and Jungkook's neck.

You smiled with a nod, looking between him and Jungkook then facing the doors of the restaurant as you all approached it. Hopefully dinner would put you at ease.

~Time Skippy~

After you all had entered the restaurant, you noticed there wasn't too many people inside, which was equally good and bad.

Good because that meant you wouldn't have any trouble finding a table, or have to wait to long for your food, but bad because with no people around, the boys wouldn't have to hide their crackhead selves as they ate.

And when they ate, they would be at the peak of their crackhead energy. It was embarrassing at times but you loved it regardless- so okay maybe it wasn't BAD, just them being themselves.

"Yah where is the meat- I need meat" Namjoon spoke scrunching his nose up at the sight of the many lobsters on their table.

Taking a large bite of his own lobster Jungkook hummed singing with his cheeks stuffed. "I need you meat~"

"Jungkook please don't be like Jimin and start singing memes-"

"To be fair Hyung, you ordered a ridiculous amount of lobster-" Yoongi pointed out taking a swig of his wine.

"Oh so you want me to ask the waiter to take yours back?" Jin raised his brows eyeing the second oldest.

Yoongi pursed his lips grabbing his plate and pulled it closer to himself. "....No"

"Exactly, now hush and eat like Taehyung, he hasn't said a word since he sat down so that means he's eating well~" Jin praised continuing to eat his own plate of food.

Taehyung's head poked up, his cheeks filled with his noodles as he held a fork with meat attached to it in one hand and his other dipping into his bowl of soup.

"Wah you're eating like a pig- slow down or you'll choke-" Hoseok chuckled shaking his head as he took a small bite of his own food.

Jimin merely smirked at Hoseok's comment as Taehyung pouted then scrunched his nose to frown as he proceeded to eat. You on the other hand where just sitting watching all of the males as they joked and ate, you hadn't even touched your salmon.

"Princess you're not eating are you alright?" Yoongi nodded over to you from across his spot at the table, your ears perked from under your beanie and you nodded with a small sweet smile.

"Ah yeah uncle Yoongs, I'm just watching you all- it kinda entertains me more than eating I guess" you chuckled as you picked up your fork, beginning to dig into your meal.

"Ahh, you know- this actually reminds me of our very first meal together you know? The night Jungkook-ah brought you home and we all ate ramen in the dorms" Namjoon smiled revealing his dimples at you, as the waiter came placing his well waited for steak in front of him.

Jungkook's eyes brightened as he licked his lips nodding at the other. "Yeah Hyungs sent me out in the middle of the night to get them food when I could've been kidnapped"

"Oh shut up you muscle pig you're too heavy for anyone to kidnap" Jimin laughed leaning back in his chair, his sweet smile causing you to giggle as you looked back at a slightly offended Jungkook.

"Yah I was fifteen! you never know!" Jungkook huffed. You patted his hand gently nuzzling your head against his shoulder with a purr.

"Actually- I don't remember much of that night- what was all of your reactions when you first saw me..?" you blushed sitting up as you took a bite of your food nervously.

Everyone seemed to smile to themselves after your question, which made you a little uneasy and worried- but you were still curious.

"Well, I opened the door for Jungkook so I of course was the first to see you- but then Jungkook told me to 'sHuT uP' so I had to hold in my excitement" Jimin nodded giving a little glare to Jungkook who sat across from him.

Taehyung raised his hand and sat up clearing his throat as he took a sip of his Pepsi with a hum. "Well I was next to see you, since me and Jungkookie shared a room at that time, and he looked really excited and very fond over you so I was happy you made him happy"

You smiled pursing your lips as you looked up to Jungkook who was blushing a bit. "Then I was happy because I remember when you first saw me you pounced on me and made Kookie jealous" Tae laughed causing you to choke widening your eyes at his words.

You forgot when you were a young kitten you had a slight crush on him-

"Anyways- uh, uncle Hobi what about you?" you laughed a bit nervously as you felt the slight tension in Jungkook's body at Tae's words.

"Ahhh, when I saw you the first time I was actually even more excited than Jungkook- I was prepared to beg him to let me help take care of you but he wanted that job all to himself- I guess he wanted you to understand you belonged to him" Hoseok smiled with his mouth closed as he ruffled your head with his hand carefully.

"Yeah plus when our manager found out we had you in the dorm and that Jungkook had brought you he kinda made sure Jungkook was the one doing all your caretaking since he didn't want all of us getting side tracked when we were still in the process of debuting" Jin nodded cupping both of his cheeks as he rested his elbows on the table watching you.

"But when I saw you, you were automatically one of my children as well, it's just my instinct to be the 'eomma' of you all" he smiled winking at you as you giggled in return.

"I don't think I ever told you this Jungkook-ah- but actually our manager at that time made it up to me wether or not we would keep y/n or not-" Namjoon mentioned at Jungkook who raised his brows.

"Really Hyung? what made you say yes?- I mean I'm glad you did but- you know-" Jungkook questioned.

"Well when I saw y/n she was very tiny- and like Taehyung, I saw she made you really happy and she kinda helped you open up more with us since you were pretty shy" Namjoon replied as he gave a reassuring smile towards the younger.

"Thanks Hyung.." Jungkook smiled bowing his head once as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

You purred pleased, becoming soft at all of their answers before you let your eyes fall to Yoongi.

"And you uncle Yoongs..?" you asked tilting your head, blinking once curiously since the older male had stayed pretty quiet the entire time.

Everyone seemed to stare at him awaiting his response, since of course he wasn't known for sharing his own feelings too often.

"Actually, I love animals so I was happy with you" Yoongi shrugged, his small answer making you pout a bit along with everyone else around the table, which he noticed.

"Aish alright alright, I thought you were really cute and I would baby you when you were a kitten and sometimes I'd have Jungkook almost get a heart attack because I'd sometimes take you to have naps with me in my office after I'd finish writing music because you helped me sleep" Yoongi sighed running a hand through his hair.

You smiled blushing as your tail twitched pleased at his words, everyone seemed to have loved you from the beginning. Most people wouldn't be so accepting of animals especially in their circumstances at that time.

As everyone proceeded to laugh and praise Yoongi for his answer, you kept your smile letting yourself slip into your own thoughts.

You saw how far they all had come from where they had started. Their company was basically nothing when they started their group, they didn't eat some nights yet they worked their asses off practicing hours on end. And through it all they had and cared for you, loved you, and basically raised you as they grew up themselves. It amazed you that from how much they've accomplished, still they are so genuine to themselves as well as with their feelings towards you. Even now that you've almost completely changed into an entirely different person, they still accept you like they did the very first day.

Finally you managed to snap yourself back to reality, looking back up to Yoongi who sighed with a smirk as he looked at everyone.

"Alright, who's getting the check"

A/n: I hope this isn't too sappy-

-ⓙ

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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Common Sense; Ashton Irwin.

description: in which he absolutely simps for you even though he’s a world-renowned rockstar.

a/n: listen to common sense by joshua bassett while reading this ¡

Ashton groaned, tossing his phone across the room towards his unmade bed. It landed with a bounce before another ding of his ringtone announced itself. He squeezed his eyes shut, pursed his lips, and fought his feet. Instead of running to his phone, he walked out of his bedroom and towards the rest of the gathering.

He stretched his thumbs as if they were legs having just ran a marathon. They were stuck in a bent position for too long, erasing and retyping messages that he felt were things he’d never even say in real life. He was the member known for being most flirtatious, good at sweet talking girls and bringing them home for less than 12 hours.

But then he met you.

You had self respect, as well as respect for every other person. You wouldn’t let anyone call you honey, baby, or theirs. When talking to other people, you were kind. If you had to lie with a smile though they were annoying you, you let it happen. It wasn’t that you had a shield or wall of heartbreaks up, no. You just gave respect to others and expected the same in return. Sure, you’d been heartbroken because of it.

But Ashton was different. He wasn’t used to girls using full sentences on text message, or demanding to voice call for long conversations that twisted into FaceTiming over cups of coffee. He’d even read a book that you recommended, starting listening to a new artist that was softer than anything he even played. When you asked, he’d get on his knees and beg for more.

It did not go unnoticed by the rest of the band- and their girlfriends.

“Where’s your phone? You managed to get the glue off your fingertips?” Michael laughed over the rim of a beer bottle.

Crystal nudged him with her elbow, “Mikey! Be nice to him. I think its cute.”

“Oh, so cute! Have you seen Love, Actually yet, Ash?” Calum shot him a wink.

Luke laughed loudly at this, earning a similar shove from Sierra. “Oh, cmon, if you guys acted like this, I’m sure you’d get laid twice as much as you do now.”

Luke and Michael froze, sharing a look that was wide eyed and hopeful. Crystal lay her head on Michaels shoulder, “Yes, get in touch with your feminine side.”

Luke jutted open his mouth to protest. Sierra interrupted him by shutting his jaw and patting his cheek, “Its more than wearing eyeshadow and pink shirts. Its accepting the fact that being on the same level with a girl isn’t weak. Or that reading or watching feminine novels or movies doesn’t make you girly. You’re appreciating our culture, the things that we enjoy even though everybody can, despite their gender.”

Ashton, who had been leaning against the door, took a seat next to Calum. “She’d get along with you two really well,” he chuckled lightly.

Crystal sat up in her seat, “Have you two hung at all recently?”

“No, not since I met her two months ago.”

Luke even guffawed at this, “And you’re simping this much?”

Sierra glared at his words, “I think its sweet. The anticipation is building for the two of you. But, I also think its a little sad, Ash.”

The room laughed at this. Ashton nodded with a defeated grin, “It is. She lives, like, fifteen minutes from here. But she’s always busy with work or school. And when she’s free, I’m out of town or busy with work myself.”

“I’d imagine she’s not so busy on a Saturday like tonight,” Crystals eyes lit up.

“She usually works Saturdays, but,” he slowly stood from his spot, excitement welling up in his chest, “I could call her.”

Cheers erupted from the couches, Luke and Calum hooting a thumping cheer as Ashton retraced his steps to his bedroom. He picked up his phone and took a seat on the edge of his bed. A missed call and two text messages sat stacked on his lock screen.

Both from you.

They were from only six minutes ago, so he called back quickly, disregarding the messages. Surely there was hope if you were texting him. That meant you weren’t busy with customers or work in general.

“Hey!” You chirped from your bedroom, sweats and sweatshirts adoring your freezing figure. “Sorry if I bothered you.”

Ash scoffed, playing with the zipper on his jacket, “Not even. I’m sorry I didn’t get your call. I was chatting with the band, their girlfriends. They decided it was crash Ashtons Saturday night.”

“Oh, please, you enjoy the company. I’m sure you even got to brag about your new houseplant.”

“Courtesy of your suggestion.”

You practically cried with adoration, “You’re welcome.” You cleared your throat before reminding yourself of what you wanted to ask, “So, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, but we can plan another day.”

“No!” Ashton jumped from his seat, pacing the room in his socks. Static electricity rose through his body from the carpet, but it dissipated when he set a hand on his hip. “No, what I meant was, I was calling you to see if you weren’t working. If you wanted to come over.”

“I’m actually off for the next week two days. I had a temperature this morning, but I’m better now. But, my boss is very strict,” You rolled your eyes, although thankful for the break.

“Great! Ill send you my address?” Ashtons upper lip began to sweat with anxious energy, face flushed with blush red heat.

“Be there in fifteen. Wait-“ You heard static as Ashton refocused the phone on his ear. “I’m off tomorrow, so should I-“

“Pack a bag. See you soon.”

For the next twenty minutes, Ashton paced the area in front of his door, chattering back and forth with his band mates. Sierra and Crystal were bugging him with all kinds of questions about you. His hands kept tugging at his black hair, the light brown roots barely peeking out of his head.

You stepped onto his front porch with zero hesitation, a puff of air emitting from your lips when you settled on your heels. You raised a fist and rapped your knuckles against the wooden oak of his front door.

The door pulled opened quickly, his handsome face lighting up with his eyes tilted down to meet your own. You grinned up at him as your fingers fumbled with the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I am just so taken back because I forgot how pretty you were. Like, you’re gorgeous on the phone, but, like, right now I can see your features much better, and you are gorgeous,” he mumbled through his rambles.

You giggled, nose scrunching, “Hello, Ash.”

His arms were open because of his nonstop gesturing, so you took it as an invitation and stepped into them for a hug. He gasped, quietly, but you felt his chest collapse against your own. He held your waist so delicately, it made your heart sputter over its own steps.

“You smell good,” you inhaled, fingers dancing across his shoulders. “Is it the stuff you told me about?”

He pulled back, allowing you to walk into his house. He closed the door and stopped beside you in the parlor. “It is. Funny you remembered.”

“I have a good memory,” you shrugged, eyes rolling in a gentle manner. “Can I take my shoes off?”

The boys, Sierra, and Crystal were dead silent in the living room, leaning over their own breath as you kicked off your shoes and lined them up against the others perfectly. Ashton took the bag off of your shoulder and set it on the bench above the shoulders.

“Oh, thanks,” you grinned up at him, watching his hands shove into his pockets, feet rock from heel to toe. “Ash?”

“Hm?” He met your eyes, his own slightly alarmed with anxiety.

You pulled his hand from the aforementioned pocket, wrapped tour fingers together, and held onto his bicep with your other hand. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”

His lips perked up, dimples deepening. “That’s why I’m nervous.”

“I’m nervous, too,” you admitted, tooth piercing your bottom lip.

He laughed lightly at this, “You? Nervous? Cmon, you’re always so confident.”

“It’s easy to be that way when you’re not actually in real life. I mean, I’m still kinda hitting myself for saying you smell good.”

Ashton grabbed your other hand, “Let’s cut to the chase for each other, okay?”

“Please?” you shrugged.

“We both like each other. Like, in a romantic way?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Irwin,” you poked at his hip.

He squirmed away, “Okay, proving my point.”

You giggled, which he adored the sound of. “If we both have those feelings, which we already knew of, there’s no need to be scared. We just needed to lay down the line and walk it.”

“How poetic,” Ashton leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

You shivered at the touch before your shoulder squared, “Now let’s go meet those friends who are not so secretly spying.”

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin x you #ashton irwin x reader #calm 5 seconds of summer #5sos fam #5sos x you #5sos x reader #5sos fanfic

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 4 years

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Seeing Shadowstriker contents on my dash had me all heart eyes for days! [fanself] Though, may I request SFW and NSFW HCs of Shadowstriker with fem bot S/O? Bonus: if the S/O is an Autobot for enemies to lovers theme. 👀

You my good bitch, can ABSOLUTELY have the angry queen. Good fucking tastes in my inbox tonight.

SFW!!;

Shadowstriker is VERY self conscious about her looks. She doesn't like taking pictures with you, but enough prompting will make her willing.

Is AWFUL at fancy dinner dates. She thinks she's being jipped by small portions, and tried to fight the chef.

She's banned from a few places. Apparently people don't appreciate female self expression (stabbing. She stabbed them).

She has to convince herself often that you’re worth the issues. Not YOU as you, you as being an autobot. She struggles with the notion of liking the enemy. Sometimes she just lashes at you for the guilt.

She's very prideful. She gets chronic pains, and whenever you express concern, she returns it with anger. You'd have to have a long relationship with her in order for her to fully believe you mean it.

What REALLY convinced her wasn't just your pretty face. It was the fact that you're quite the sharpshooter. She respects a girl who knows her way around a trigger ;).

Girl is STRONG. She can lift you over her shoulder at a moment's notice. Sometimes she'd take you prisoner. Like, you especially. For no reason.

She's very good at keeping secrets. In fact, no one knows about you two. Well except Soundwave. But he's not only a homie, he's dating an Autobot too, he gets it.

Sometimes you and her double date with Soundwave and Hot Rod. You four get into so much mischief, it's honestly cute.

Soundwave and Shadowstriker agree to do the double date because guess what?? They're weirdos, they dunno how to date. They really learn from you and Hot Rod. Cool as they are, they're also kinda losers in their own right. But, you love them anyway.

Her favorite snack is stuff like taki’s (i feel like EVERY angry bitch I've ever known enjoys this snack).

She loves training with you. She’s a big of a show off with her weight training.

NSFW!!;

She's also SO new to fragging, alongside relationships. Even before her accident, she wasn't exactly approachable. All her old buddies would get hit on, but she naturally has a glare on her face; she's used to scaring most away.

Having said that, she's interested in it completely. While her sex drive is medium, she's definitely interested.

Despite her interests however, she struggles getting into it. She thinks you're SO pretty and cute. A real fem mechs would start fights over. Not her.

You REALLY need to get her trust before you touch her like that. One night stands or first date fucks are a huge no no.

Let's say she's comfortable. Let's say you got her in just the right mood, and she's ready. Let's not kid ourselves, she's a total bottom.

Listen, I'm not saying she can't top, but we've seen how sweet and tender she can be; bitch loves being taken care of. If she’s comfy, she’d absolutely let you suck her spike.

She likes her valve played with, same as any other fem, but she has a preference for her spike. If you’re into it, she really loves seeing herself bulge in your throat.

She pegs you HELLA good. Seriously, she's got stamina, force, and unless you’re uncomfortable, she refuses to let you get away from her.

Her spike isn't too long, but it's fairly on the thick side, so she’s a stretcher.

She’s on the butch side, but she’s REALLY into feminine fems. Aka, fems with cute paint jobs, fems who giggle a lot, the whole thing (she’s also into chicks with leggings or skirts. She wouldn't be caught dead in one, but she always glances at really cute fems).

She WILL let you eat out her valve if you ask sweetly enough. I’d be careful though, if you make her feel good enough, she’ll essentially have you in a choke hold with her legs. Worth it though, trust me.

She totally has a tongue piercing. I’m saying this because it only adds to how good she is at eating YOUR pussy. Let me tell you, she makes all the effort you put into her worth it.

She’s monogamous in a relationship sense, but when it comes to fucking? How can she say no to all your cute friends?

Don’t pull some dominance shit on her. She isn't offended by it, but bitch suplexed a running muscle car, you have no chance. She’ll finger the hell out of you for trying though.

A little secret spot that no one knows about, is her lips. If you kiss them or toy with them enough, she gets so squirmy. Honestly murderous intent aside, she’s a hella cutie.

Secretly LOVES being called stuff like cutie or baby. She hates it, but when a cute fem leaves lipstick marks on her lips and calls her something cute, she kinda loses it.

If you beg enough, you can have ANYTHING tbh. You once said pouted your lips and complained that someone took the last bag of snacks. She took this as an excuse to try to shank Bumblebee the next day. She pretty much finds excuses to stab for you.

#asks #lemon #shadowstriker #loves a cutie and all of ya'll are cuties so #yall getting pegged tonight

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tuffduff · 4 years

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Shopping For A Girlfriend (Steven Adler x Reader)

Pairing: fluffy Steven x Reader

Words: 1,772

Request: @the--blackdahlia “Hi! I was just wondering if you would possibly write a steven adler fic. Just fluff lol. Writers choice :)”

A/N: Decided to do a little meet-cute scenario here :) Stevie is just a ball of sunshine and I adore him. Thanks for requesting him, hope you all like it!

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker ❤️

Steven wandered into the little corner drugstore and immediately stopped in his tracks. Why had he volunteered for this job? He had no idea where to even start to look for what he needed.

He picked the first aisle, but that proved fruitless—just makeup products, razors, deodorant, shaving cream—not what he was sent in to retrieve. He stopped walking again and scratched his head, looking around helplessly, hoping one of the store employees would walk by. It wasn’t likely; it was almost midnight and he was pretty sure he was the only one in the 24-hour mart besides the one employee forced to man the register. All he had for company was the pop music playing faintly.

Steven suddenly heard steps behind him and turned, growing hopeful as his eyes landed on you, inspecting nail polish. Your hair, shiny and healthy, was hiding your face from his and you were dressed in an oversized shirt that nearly swallowed you whole with short shorts barely peeking out from underneath. He approached you quickly before he lost his chance.

“Hey, could you help me out?” His words had come out too loud; you jumped and appeared startled at the sight of him. Instinctively, he stuck his hands up. “I’m sorry!” He laughed, smiling as you placed a hand to your chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“…It’s okay.” You gave a hesitant smile back. Your voice was soft and melodic, and your face—now visible—was, to his surprise, very appealing. All of your features formed a very complimentary complexion, but your eyes, taking him in with a mixture of curiosity and hesitancy, were the most beautiful color he had ever seen. He hadn’t even realized you had spoken.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He apologized quickly, feeling himself smile before blurting out, “you’re just really beautiful.”

For a moment you were speechless, and he found himself getting a thrill out of the grin that graced your features; he had a feeling you were hiding a beautiful smile. He felt an extra touch of pride at the slight pink tone to your cheeks. “Oh! Um, well thanks. But uh, you were asking for my help…?” Suddenly, he remembered his task.

“Oh yeah! Thanks, yeah, I was wondering if you knew where I could find a pregnancy test?” Immediately, your smile shrank a bit.

“…Oh, um, yeah. I think I know where you could find that.” He didn’t like the sudden shift in mood.

“It’s not for me!” He explained quickly, laughing a bit to himself; maybe you thought he was an idiot.

“No, of course not.” You replied, and he was still unable to figure out the source of the disappointment dripping into your tone. “Here, should be down this aisle.” Steven followed behind you down the aisle full of feminine products and condoms, watching you stop and bend over to look at the items on the shelf. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering, but he would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t finding you more and more attractive by the second. “This should do the trick.” You told him, placing a box into his hands.

“You’re amazing! Thanks a bunch!” You only gave him a half-smile and nodded a little.

“Sure…well, good luck with everything.” Steven frowned a little, tilting his head.

“What do ya mean? I told you it’s not for me.” He said. You chuckled a little.

“Of course not, obviously. But I mean, your girlfriend…or wife.” You mumbled, looking down. Steven blinked for a moment before he started laughing.

“Oh, I see what you mean! No, it’s not like that; see, one of my best friends is in the car outside with his girlfriend—well, not really girlfriend; that’s why this would be sort of a problem if she were pregnant. It’s a funny store really—the condom broke. She’s actually probably not, but she kinda got upset right before she was gonna come in, so I just volunteered to get it and didn’t realize I had no clue where to find it. So, you really turned out to be an angel sent to help me out.” He found himself rambling, smiling more and more as your smile returned.

“Oh…” You murmured in embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Don’t be!” He reassured you, unable to stop himself from reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder. He felt an odd flutter of something stirring in his stomach when your cheeks turned pink again. “Hey, I never even got your name.”

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled. “God, I wish I were wearing something different; I look like a mess right now.”

“I can’t imagine you getting any better.” At this point, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he found you to be very beautiful. Never had he seen a more natural beauty in someone before, apparent in your every action.

“You’re just saying that.” You replied, eyes narrowed playfully at him, though your pink cheeks still gave you away.

“Nope, honest! You distracted me from the moment we met.” He smiled at the sound of your laughter. “Hey, Y/N, if I could ask another favor…” he murmured, looking down at the pregnancy test in his hands. “I’m thinking I need a couple more things.”

You helped Steven find the rest of his impromptu list; prenatal vitamins and a bag of gummy bears. “Just in case, you know. I’m not going to assume what she’s going to do if she actually is pregnant, but…just in case. And who doesn’t like gummy bears?” You smiled at him and nodded.

“That’s…really sweet of you. You must be a great friend.” You replied, to which he shrugged despite the fact that your praise had him glowing.

“I try, I mean, I believe in doing good by the people you love, you know? What you give, you get back in the end.” Steven realized to himself the longer he stared at you, the more he voluntarily would have loved to spend the rest of his night doing so. “So, Y/N, you know why I’m here so late, what brings you in here?”

“Well, not really a reason at all.” You admitted. “I actually told myself I was gonna head to bed early tonight, I’ve just been exhausted lately from everything, and yet…here I am.”

“Did it hurt?” Steven asked with a grin, watching your face grow blank with confusion.

“Did what hurt?”

“When you fell from heaven?” You groaned at his words, the both of your laughter combining together. “C’mon—it’s a sign! Clearly we were supposed to meet and you were meant to help me out.”

“Is that all I was meant to do?” You asked hopefully, crossing your arms behind your back and biting your lip. He wasn’t expecting the heavy wave of butterflies that hit him, he didn’t know feelings could just grow like that. But that was that, he was sure he had fallen in love with you.

“I hope not.” He replied quickly. “Do you want to go out sometime?” The both of you were dragging your steps as you headed towards the register, reluctant to let your time together end.

“I’d love that.” You replied with a bright grin and Steven thought he was going to float away, just like in the cartoons.

“Sir, are you paying cash or credit card?” The clerk asked him, popping his dream bubble. He turned his attention back to the lady, digging in his pocket.

“Cash…” He trailed off when he realized the total was more than the cash Slash had given him for the pregnancy test before he came into the store. He didn’t have any more money on him, they weren’t yet making much at their small gigs. “Uh…” he chuckled awkwardly. “This is embarrassing, I’ve only got enough for the test. I’ll just, put the other things back.” He was surprised when your hand stopped his from taking away the other two items.

“I’ve got it.” You told him, already opening your wallet.

“Oh no, Y/N, I could never let you do that.” You shook your head at him and smiled.

“We should do good by other people, you’re right. Let me?” He smiled and finally nodded. If he wasn’t sure before he definitely was now; he was head over heels for you.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise! You’re amazing, Y/N!” He gushed as the both of you walked out of the store.

“Don’t mention it, I don’t mind. But if you want to do something to pay me back…here.” He grew confused when you stopped him from walking and turned him away from you. “Give me the receipt?” Suddenly, he could feel you using his back as a writing surface before handing him the receipt. There was a smiley face and a heart, your name, and your number. “Call me.”

“I definitely will, and don’t be surprised if it’s tonight.” You shook your head at him and giggled.

“Steven, geez, what took you so long? You only had to get one thing!” Slash hollered over at him from where he sat in the car. You peered towards the car curiously, smiling and giving him a lingering touch to his shoulder.

“You should probably go, I’ll be hearing from you soon, okay?” You said, giving him a little wave.

“Totally, I promise! Be careful, okay? Have a good night!” He called, waving back and watching your every step, ignoring Slash honking like he didn’t hear it.

“Did you get lost?” Slash asked when Steven rejoined him in the car.

“Yeah.” He laughed. “But I found it!” He passed the bag to Denise, Slash’s friend. Her face lit up when she looked in the bag.

“You got me gummy bears? Thank you, Steven! Oh…and prenatal vitamins. That’s so nice.” He couldn’t tell from her tone if the purchase was a good thing or not, but that wasn’t exactly his business.

“Just in case, it’s okay if you don’t use them! Or if you don’t have to. Y/N bought them!”

“Who’s Y/N?” Slash asked in confusion. “And where’s my gummy bears…” he muttered, flashing Steven a grin as he laughed.

“Oh, this girl I met in the store—she actually helped me find everything. She’s great, she’s got the prettiest smile—”

“Fuck, Stevie, you were supposed to get one thing and you came out with a girlfriend!” Slash shook his head, laughing a little.

“Hey! Not yet, she isn’t.” He defended himself, but couldn’t keep from smiling, already itching to get to the nearest phone. “But I think she will be.”

#steven adler #steven adler imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine

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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one with the terrible first date

Hi! So if you were wondering I was thinking of structuring the page like the stories with ‘the one with...’ being in chronological order. Obviously it’s totally fine to dip in & out whenever & to whichever story but I’ll refer back to events or things that happened in previous pieces. However, if you guys had specific requests whether they’re about one of the ‘the one with...’ stories or just in general I was thinking of doing some blurbs or mini one shots potentially connected to one of the stories if you just dropped me a message of what you were thinking. I hope this makes sense!

Anyway, enjoy this disastrous first date :) xx

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word count: 2.8k

Ever since the party 10 days ago Harry and I had been in contact almost nonstop. We’d only spent a matter of hours chatting that night, but I felt like I’d managed to gain some sort of understanding of him as a person in that time; whilst I was kind of right about that, in the days we’d been texting and sharing the occasional phone call, I was starting to realise what a genuinely kind-hearted guy he really was.

Each call or initiating message from him always started asking about me: how I was, how my day had been, what I was going to be doing the next day. Somehow he also managed to shift the focus off himself to me, making me feel like not only did he really care about the answers to these queries, but that I was the centre of his attention.

Therefore, when one Tuesday evening (after a particularly boring day trawling through a couple of scripts sent to me by my agent) Harry asked if I wanted to ‘go out sometime over the weekend’ I felt an eruption of butterflies in my tummy and a stupidly big grin take over my features.

‘yeah, that’d be cool :)’ I replied, trying to vastly underplay the amount of ‘cool’ it would be.

‘great :D’ He responded, ‘what are you doing saturday night? would you maybe wanna come round mine?’

‘that sounds like fun, do you want me to bring anything? we could have a movie night or something’ I texted back, already starting to feel slightly overcome with excitement as my hands felt a little sweaty as they tightly grasped my phone.

‘you let me worry about everything! send me your address and i’ll pick you up at 6:30, just bring yourself and your beautiful face ;)’

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“What are you gonna wear, then?” Saoirse questioned, leaning back against my headboard with her legs crossed out in front of her. I stood with my hands clamped to my hips, nearly half my wardrobe strewn out across the floor as I’d panicked earlier to find something to wear Saturday.

“Well, that’s the million pound question, isn’t it?” I huffed, pushing my hair out of my face as I inspected the various items of clothing cluttering up my bedroom carpet. “I don’t actually know what we’re doing so how am I supposed to know what to wear!”

Saoirse let out a little laugh as she swung her legs off the bed, pushing herself away from the mattress to stand beside me. “Okay, no need to get stressy. We’ve got the rest of the evening and all of tomorrow if we need it so just calm down.” She soothed, gently placing her hands on my arms as she guided me to take a seat on the bed. “What about this?” She questioned, leaning down and retrieving an emerald green knitted jumper from the pile and holding it up to her chest. “You could wear it with a skirt, or some trousers, jeans maybe. It would look really cute. Brings out your eyes.” Her words seemed to flow like a stream of conscious, her mind running away with her as she chucked it onto the bed beside me. I gathered it, holding it on my lap. It was my favourite jumper, but did it really shout first date?

“Those jeans are nice.” I spoke, leaning over the little rail at the end of my bed and pointing down to a blue pair of jeans. Saoirse glanced up at me, her eyebrows pulled together. “Um, no.” Was all she responded with.

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“Right, so you’re both going to the cinema and then having some food?” My aunt, Rose, confirmed, hands submerged in the sink as she washed up the dishes. I nodded tentatively. I’d lived with her long enough for her to see straight through me and now exactly when I was lying; thus I hoped if I kept my speech to a bare minimum I may be able to get away with it. “Alright, well I hope you and Saoirse have a nice time, say hello to her for me.” Rose smiled, glancing at me before returning to her task. I released a silent breath before leaving the kitchen, going to the front door.

At 6:28 I wanted to be at the front of the drive to avoid anyone from the house seeing Harry picking me up. As far as they knew, Saoirse and I were having a friend date and that’s all they needed to know.

“Bye!” I shouted behind me as I pulled the door closed, zipped up my blue puffer jacket and ran down the two porch steps and stood at the end of the drive. With my hands stuffed in my pockets to protect me from the late winter chill, I tried to shield my face as best I could in the top of my jacket.

I’d barely been standing there five minutes before a car slowed in front of me, the passenger window lowering and a head popping out over the passenger seat. I bent my knees a little to allow me to see inside the car.

“Hiya! Sorry I’m a little late. I think it’s the universe’s law that if you’re going somewhere for a certain time, every single red light has to hit you first.” Harry chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for the handle of the driver’s door.

“It’s fine! Don’t worry.” I giggled, reaching for the handle of the passenger door. “Only like two-”

“Wait!” Harry squawked, shooting out of the car at the speed of light and running round in time to gently bat my hand away from the handle. “That’s my job.” He grinned, pulling open the door and gesturing with his hand for me to get in. I blushed a deep crimson. Fingers crossed he couldn’t see as I nipped into the car.

“Thank you.” I spoke shyly as he himself got back into the driver’s seat. He shot me a smirk as he started the car again.

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I let m’lady open a door for herself?” Harry joked, adopting a both accent as he drove away from the front of my house. The butterflies that had been dancing away inside my tummy since Tuesday suddenly became a frenzied explosion at his words; how on earth was I supposed to come with him saying things like this the rest of the night?

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Harry’s little apartment was warm an cozy - a needed escape from the frosty outside. It was small and quaint, but what more could you expect of a 17 year old, really?

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Harry spoke, flicking on the light to illuminate a modestly decorated studio flat. He closed the door, removing his coat as he gestured to take mine too.

“Thank you.” I repeated in the same tone as before, shimmying out of my jacket.

“So I made us dinner, and we can watch something afterwards if you still wanted to. But let me just put the food back in the oven to warm it up, yeah?” He smiled, his hand ghosting over the the bottom of my back as a way to guide me through the flat.

“It already smells really nice in here.” I complimented, breathing in the aromas of the food he’d obviously prepared earlier.

“Ye haven’t tried it yet.” Harry jested with a little laugh. “But thanks, it’s one of my mum’s recipes I think. She told me it would be a good thing to make for a first date.” He explained, placing two covered dishes into the oven and turning it on.

“Can I ask what it is, or is it a surprise?” I questioned, attempting to glance under the foil before the oven was promptly closed.

“Oi, no it’s a surprise!” He interjected, quickly moving his body in front of the oven. There was only a matter of inches between our faces, causing (for the second but most certainly not the last time) a blush to sweep my cheeks. “Right let’s see what film we can start while we wait for that to heat up.” His voice was far softer than usual, his eyes momentarily darting between mine and my lips.

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I sat on his little sofa, flicking through the little booklet of DVDs he had stored.

“When In Rome?” I questioned with a little laugh. “What’s a guy like you doing with a film like that?” I teased, looking up at him as he stood in front of the telly, hands holding the remote.

“Heyyy,” Harry laughed, voice a little whiney. “I can be in touch with my feminine side, you know. I actually quite enjoy the odd RomCom.” He said, taking a seat next to me, his knee grazing the side of my jean covered leg.

“Sorry.” I giggled, continuing to flick through the pages. “Just never put you down for someone like that.” I shrugged.

“Oh? Then what kinda person did you put me down for then?” He smirked, leaning back into the sofa, his head propped in his hand as he elbow rested on the back of the cushion.

“I don’t really know, maybe like every other teenage boy: too cool for this, and too busy with girls for that.” My words were intended as a joke, but there was a little part of me that perhaps thought there was some truth in it.

“No, no, no, definitely not.” Harry shook his head and sending his curls in every which direction, sitting up straighter. “My mother taught me to respect women, taught me to be kind to others and that you’re never too good for anything.” He said. A smile formed on my lips. He really was a true gentleman, wasn’t he?

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“And then it just kinda went from there.” Harry summarised, sipping from the glass bottle of coke. “Just went on there as myself but I think it’s pretty cool I’ve come out in a band. Who knows, could be the next Beatles.” He laughed. “Nah, we may get somewhere but nothing like them. They’re legends.”

Before I could reply, my nose scrunched in displeasure at the new waft of smells assaulting my nostrils. “What’s tha-” The shrill beeping noise of the fire alarm cut me off.

“Shit!” Harry shouted, leaping up from the sofa and dashing towards the oven. As he wrenched open the oven door, a pillow of smoke tumbled out, causing him to cover his mouth and nose with his elbow as he attempted to turn off any heat source making the situation worse. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” He chanted to himself, grabbing the oven gloves and pulling the two dishes out of the oven, placing them on the side and pulling of the foil covering. “Well that looks delicious.” He sarcastically observed, standing to the side as I walked up next to him. The food was entirely black, charred beyond belief.

“Oh my god, Harry.” I pursed my lips together to prevent the laugh that was attempting to escape. “I’m sorry. I thought it was gonna be really nice.” I cleared my throat, wafting the air around with my hand.

“You can laugh.” Harry spoke with a grin, bumping his hip into mine playfully. This seemed to unleash the giggles that had been hiding in my throat. “I just wanted to impress you.” He quietly whined. I slowly calmed down, holding out my arms in a offered hug. He pushed the oven gloves off his hands, walking towards me and wrapping his arms around my wait as mine encircled the back of his neck.

“You don’t need to try and impress me, Harry.” I spoke quietly, my lips near his ear. “I wanted to come on this date because I like you, not because I think you’re the next Jamie Oliver.”

“Well I clearly showed that’s not in the near future, didn’t I!” He chuckled, his chest rumbling a little against mine.

“Let’s just order a pizza or something, yeah?” I offered, pulling away enough to see his face before he eagerly nodded.

“You go sit down, I’ll get you another coke and I’ll order the pizza.” He smiled, quickly stealing a kiss from my cheek before he released me. “Anything in particular you want?”

“Honestly anything, just not mushrooms.” I replied, turning around and taking my place on the sofa once more.

“No mushrooms? Are you like 5?” He joked, shooting me a wink as he picked up the phone to order the replacement food. I just giggled, shaking my head at him.

He quickly ordered the pizza, going to the fridge and retrieving another bottle of coke. “Here ye go. Thanks for not freaking out about the food.” He smiled, getting a bottle opener to remove the top before walking in the direction of the sofa. What he hadn’t foreseen was that, in his panic to get to the oven only moments before, he’d managed to move the edge of the carpet into a folded position.

“Har-” I began but before anything else could leave my lips his sock covered toes connected with the dislodged carpet. His eyes widened in shock as he tripped forward towards the sofa, his hands going out to protect his fall, the bottle of coke flying forwards and spilling all over me. I shot up from the sofa, gasping at the sudden event.

“Oh my god! Oh my- Fuck, Y/N I’m so so so so sorry!” He panicked, jumping to his feet and approaching me with his hands held out to do something, yet he didn’t know what to do.

“Um... it’s okay... uh do you have a towel or something before it goes everywhere?” I asked, looking down at my soaking jeans and the darkened material of the bottom half of my green jumper.

“Uh, of course, yeah, let me just grab one.” Harry quickly ran off into the bathroom, coming back a second later with a towel. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. God this is terrible.” He muttered the second part of his sentence, handing me the towel as he stared at me. I wrapped it around myself, trying to soak up any of the liquid it could. “Here, let me get you something to change into. Can’t be sat there in those now.”

“Harry, it’s fine, honest-”

“No! I’ve been a twat, one sec.” Again he dashed off, coming back a moment later with a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

“Thanks, Harry.” I gave me a reassuring smile as I took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change. As I closed the door I could see him sat on the dry part of the sofa, head in hands. Poor boy. I looked at myself in the mirror, silently laughing to myself. This was certainly not how I was expecting tonight to go!

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“God I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” Harry spoke, both our bellies now full with pizza as he walked with me to the door, grabbing both our jackets. I giggled at him as I put my jacket back on.

“Seriously, Harry, don’t worry about it. I’m literally the clumsiest person ever. It could have happened to anyone.” I replied.

“Really, the clumsiest?”

“Okay,” I laughed. “The second clumsiest.” I jested, gently poking him with my elbow. “But you could do something to make it up.” I shyly added, avoiding eye contact. I could see his head snap in my direction.

“Anything! Yes, what is it?” He asked, stepping a little closer, but still remaining respectful with at least a few feet between us.

“You could give me a goodnight kiss.” I looked at his face, watching as his features seemed to light up.

“You still want to kiss me after I burned the food and tried to drown you in coke?” He asked, tone somewhat hopeful as he closed a little more of the space between us. I simply nodded my head, a little smile curving my lips.

Harry’s grin remained prominent, his hands gentle as that came onto my waist, removing all the distance that was left between us. The intensity of his stare I had felt at the party was back, but I didn’t really have time to process it before we were both slowly leaning in to one another.

His lips slowly pressed against my lips. The warmth of his skin against mine and the way neither of our mouths were entirely closed due to the fact we couldn’t stop grinning sent shivers shooting across my skin. His right hand left my waist, moving to cup my left cheek. My arms went around his middle, a sigh of pleasure leaving my lips as he pulled away, just enough to put a small amount of space between us so he could look me in the eye.

I think I could get used to that.

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