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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Fear

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader (Convenience)

Prompts: 12. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.” and 22. “I’m tired…I’m so tired.”

Warnings: Fear toxin, injuries, needles

Word count: 2547

A/N: Finally adding another villain to the series! I am imagining Cillian Murphy as Crane, even if he’s only mentioned in this. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N rubbed at her eyes with her wrist before blinking to try and clear the tiredness that wanted to build up. She turned her attention back to fiddling with the charger’s engine, swearing as her fingers slipped due to the oil coating her hands. She was considering packing in for the night when Bruce’s computer beeped, the noise echoing around the cavernous room as the screen flashing red. It took her tired brain a moment to catch up and realise what it meant.

“Fuck. No.” She grabbed the rag hanging off the side of the bonnet and almost ran to the desk while trying to wipe the oil from her hands. She forced the comm into her ear and switched it on. “Bruce? Bruce what’s wrong?” She pulled up his location and hit the emergency button that would wake Alfred. “Bruce?” She felt herself starting to panic as she once again got no reply. The little red dot on the map showed he was not moving, or at least his panic button was not moving. She did not know if that was a good or bad thing.

“Y/N?” Alfred’s voice came through the comm.

“He pressed his panic button and I can’t get a hold of him.” She said, so quickly she was surprised he caught any of the words. “I’m going out.” She pulled on the coat that Bruce had left on the back of the desk chair before darting over to the shelves that held her various inventions and starting filling the pockets with things she might need.

“Y/N-” Alfred started.

“I can’t leave him there!” She walked back over to the charger and dropped the bonnet.

“It could be a trap.”

“I know.” She said, taking a breath and pulling a ski buff out of the top desk drawer. She slipped it over her head and walked back over to the car. “I’ll keep the comm in and keep you updated, I promise.” She climbed in and gunned the engine.

“Be careful.” Alfred sighed in resignation.

***

“It’s an abandoned warehouse.” Y/N told Alfred as she pulled the charger to a stop outside the building.

“Y/N-”

“Be careful, I know.” She told Alfred as she pulled the ski buff over her mouth and nose and climbed out of the car. She made sure the car keys were secured in the inside pocket of the coat and pulled her hood up. “I didn’t come unarmed, you know.”

She heard Alfred sigh but he did not reply.

She pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket and pulled them on. They did not quite fit right because she had made them to Bruce’s specifications, but she knew the tasers in the fingers would do the job well enough if it came to it.

The outside of the building looked like the one the Joker had kept her in and it took her several minutes to unstick her feet enough to walk forward. The streetlights outside provided just enough light through the cracks in the buildings walls for her to see the basic layout of the room. But she was not as used to this as Bruce and she knew people could be hiding in the shadows and she would not clock them.

She carefully moved further into the building, glancing around in an effort to try and figure out where Bruce might be.

“B?” She whispered, unwilling to use his full name in case someone was listening. “B?”

She heard the movement behind her in time to spin and face whoever it was. But in a flash they had her pinned against the wall. She froze when she found herself face to face with Bruce. Except she could tell he was not entirely… there. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw was locked and his eyes were wide with fear. “B?” She clawed at his arm as it pressed further against her collarbone; hard enough she knew it would bruise. “It’s me, it’s just me.”

He stepped back from her abruptly, causing her to drop to the floor coughing. He fell to his knees in front of her, his whole body shaking, and she pieced together the symptoms.

“Alfred, he’s been dosed. The new drug he’s been investigating..” She leaned forward, intending to rest a hand on Bruce’s arm but he flinched away from her.

“You need to get him back here.”

“Okay.” She turned her attention back to Bruce and pushed herself to her knees. “B, you’ve been drugged. We need to get you home. I don’t know what you’re seeing, but B, it’s not real.” She pulled the gloves off and stuffed them into her pocket before reaching out to him again. He flinched, but not as much as before and she was able to rest her hand on his arm. He let out a pained noise from the back of his throat as she moved into his space and cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb along it like she always did so he knew it was her. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.”

He leaned into her touch before his hands locked on her hips and he pulled her flush against him. The cowl dug into her neck as he buried his face in her shoulder. She gave him a minute, running her fingers over the exposed skin of his neck and face that she could reach.

“B, we gotta go.” She tried to pull away to stand, but his arms locked around her. “B, I can’t help you until we get somewhere safe.”

He took several deep breaths, as if to steel himself, before he stood, keeping her flush against him.

“It’s okay. We’re both okay.” She repeated over and over as she led him out of the warehouse and to the car. She made sure he was inside before speaking to Alfred again. “We’re on our way back.”

“I’ll get everything ready.”

***

Alfred was waiting when Y/N pulled the charger back into the station. She ripped her door open and ran around to Bruce’s side. His entire body was still shaking, his eyes screwed shut. He flinched away from her as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s me, it’s just me.” She assured him as she moved her hands to free the cowl from where it was attached to the suit. She pulled it away, letting a cascade and black stained tears free to run down his cheeks.

“I need a blood sample.” Alfred said, looking at Bruce with worry clear on his face. “He had the antidote mostly synthesised, he just needed a fresh sample.”

She nodded and moved her attention to Bruce’s arm. She unclasped the gauntlet and pulled it off before doing the same for the rest of the plates on his arm. “Alfred’s going to take some blood, but you’re safe. I promise, I’m right here.” She rolled his sleeve up and moved to the side so Alfred could collect insert the needle and collect the sample he needed.

Alfred walked over to Bruce’s bio lab and Y/N turned her attention back to Bruce. “Do you think you can get up for me? I need to get you out of the suit.”

He kept his eyes screwed shut, but he let her pull him out of the car. He swayed unsteadily once he was standing and she pulled his arm over her shoulder as they made their way to the sofa. She stripped the suit from him, piece by piece, before she let him sit down.

“Alfred?” She called as she walked over to the desk to grab the make-up wipes.

“It’s forty percent done.” He replied.

“Y/N?” Bruce said her name almost like a sob.

“I’m right here.” She rushed back over and took his face in her hands, rubbing her thumb along his jaw. That seemed to relax him slightly but the tears did not stop. She gently wiped the make-up from around his eyes before wiping away the black streaks that had run down his neck.

When she was finished, she balled up the wipes and tossed them into the bin before sitting down on the sofa next to him. He curled into her almost immediately, burying his face in her neck and taking deep breaths as he pulled her flush against him. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her lips against his forehead.

“Alfred’s nearly got it. I just need you to hang on a little longer.”

“Keep talking, please.” He whispered into her skin.

“Dick’s getting ready for his gymnastics competition next week. Grace keeps trying to imitate him which means me and Alfred have to have an eye on her at all times. I took a video, I’ll show you later.” She smiled softly. “I think Dick has finally let go about his parents killer and helping you. I know he’s not going to forget, I don’t expect him to. But at least I think he now understands why he can’t help you at twelve. And I’ve got a few years to get used to the idea of him going out with you, and to figure out even more ways to keep you both safe. Starting with gas masks of some form to stop this happening again.” She glanced back to find Alfred still waiting for the machine to finish synthesising the antidote, so she carried on talking.

“Lucius Fox keeps calling and leaving messages with Alfred. It’s mainly invites to go and tour the R and D department, but he also says he has some projects that he thinks might interest me. And I don’t know what to do. It’s been nearly nine years since I worked in the industry and I don’t know how much has changed. Probably not the best time to be bringing this up, but I don’t know what else to talk about.”

“It’s done.” Alfred said walking over to them. “I think we’d be better getting him into bed before we administer it.”

“Okay.” She said, standing and pulling Bruce up with her.

It took them much longer than usual to get Bruce upstairs because he still would not open his eyes. But eventually they managed to get him into bed and Alfred injected him with the antidote.

“I have no idea how long it will take to work. I’ll keep the children occupied for the day, it’s been a while since we’ve been to the park.”

“Thank you.” She said as Alfred walked out.

Bruce had curled up on his side under the duvet. She climbed into bed behind him, exhaustion settling in her bones, and pressed herself up against his back. She wrapped her arm around him and buried her face between his shoulder blades, the tightness in her chest easing as he reached up and threaded his fingers with hers.

***

Bruce was in and out of consciousness for the next day and a half. Y/N and Alfred took shifts staying with him in case anything happened, but he mainly just slept and mumbled incoherent sentences.

“Is he okay?”

Y/N looked up from her book to find Dick stood in the doorway, her fingers still running through Bruce’s hair as he had fallen back to sleep with his head in her lap. “I thought you were getting lunch?”

“I finished. Alfred asked if you wanted anything?” Dick walked over and sat on the end of the bed.

“I’m okay.” She smiled softly at him. “Bruce is going to be as well.”

Dick nodded and stared at is hands. “He got hit with that new drug, didn’t he? The one you were both working on stopping?”

“Yeah. But he had almost synthesised the antidote and Alfred was able to finish it.” She glanced down at Bruce. “When he’s better, he can take the antidote to Gordon and the Enterprises should be able to start mass producing and distributing it. Hopefully Bruce and Gordon will be able to catch the guy before he changes up the formula.” She smiled. “How’s training for your competition going?”

His face lit up. “Great! I’m almost ready! Actually, I was going to practice this afternoon.”

“You better get going then.” She watched him with a smile as he bounded out of the room.

“When’s his competition?”

She almost jumped out of her skin as Bruce chuckled and pushed himself up to sit against the headboard next to her.

“How long have you been awake?” She stared at him.

“Not long.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “How long have I been out?”

“You got dosed about forty hours ago, Alfred estimates, and you’ve been in and out since we gave you the antidote about thirty six hours ago.” She told him, watching the way his face fell.

“That’s longer than I expected.”

“Alfred thinks he exposed you to a bigger does than the others. He’s kept a blood sample for you to analyse. But that can wait until later, how do you feel?”

“Tired…I’m so tired. I feel worse than I did after we had Grace and I started falling asleep at crime scenes.” He gave her a small smile as she turned her whole body to face him. The movement shifted her loose t-shirt, exposing her collarbone, and his eyes dropped to the bruises forming there. Before she could stop him, he reached out a hand to move her shirt to get a closer look.

“Bruce-”

“Did I do that?” He pinched his eyebrows together and she could tell he was trying to remember what had happened.

“It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t recognise me.” She said as he shot her a look. “You were terrified and I startled you. I was wearing your big coat and a buff, Bruce you didn’t know it was me. And I’m fine, they’re just bruises.”

“I’m sorry.” He sat back and tipped his head back against the wall, screwing his eyes shut.

“What did you see?” She asked quietly, shifting into his side and resting her head on his shoulder.

His arm wrapped around her automatically as he sighed. “I don’t really remember, it was all over the place. He called himself the Scarecrow. Had a mask like the one the other victims mentioned.”

“The antidote is ready, anyway. I thought you could take it to Gordon and then the Enterprises could offer to distribute?” She stared at her fingers, twisting her engagement ring around.

“That’s a good idea. Not tonight though, I don’t think I can walk.” He gave her a half smile which she returned. “You should go for it.”

“Go for what?” She asked.

“Lucius’ offer to tour the R and D department and help out on some projects.” He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers. “You’d be good at it. Even if you’ve been out of the industry, you’ve had plenty of practice.”

She laughed softly. “If that’s what you want to call it. You can remember everything I said?”

“Most of it, it’s clearer than everything else.” He said with a smile.

“Okay then, I’ll call Lucius back. And Dick’s competition is next Thursday afternoon.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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joe9cool · 6 months

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Here you go anon, hope you like it.

Sara , AnnSophie, and Ally Kendricks were blinded by all of the photographers and the fans' camera flashes. Despite Taylor and some of the Chiefs wags Sneaking into the restaurant before hand word had gotten out that the group was at the restaurant. So of course security needed to escort the Chargers ladies into the high end establishment that was shut down for the night.

Dressed to the nines in their Saturday night best the trio made their way into the restaurant. Immediately, Sara was pulled into a hug by Taylor.

The two were good acquainted, Sara mentioned being a fan when she was up and coming and Taylor sent her a PR package for the Lover album and then they passed by at Award shows, sharing a friendly chat and a rowdy night at an after party. However once it was revealed Taylor was seeing the Chiefs tight end the singer reached out to Sara about football and navigating being a WAG. Which Sara was flattered but confused by. Even though she loved Taylor and always had pleasant experiences with her, she never thought they'd become friends.

Once the girls were introduced to everyone on the Chiefs side (Brittany Mahomes, and Gracie Hunt)

Brittany gave off a over niceness, and Sara knew the rep that the QB's wife had given herself over the years. But the girls were not here to start drama or act like they were in high-school.They just wanted to have a good night over cocktails and dinner.

"Where are you guys sitting?" Taylor asked as she took a sip of her wine." Sara looked at AnnSophie and Ally, who shrugged. "Well Justin's older brother, his manager, and his friend from Eugene are arriving tomorrow, we are probably going to be in the crowd-"

"Absolutely not, I may not have been to too many football games, but they are insane. Travis and I insist you all join us in the suites." Taylor smiled and Brittany perked up. "Oh my god you guys should come out and pregame with us at Travis place! We can all get ready together!"

Sara smiled. "Thank you guys, but I have to meet my group before they come by."

The rest of the night everyone relaxed with a few glasses, and everyone had settled in like they were old friends, and the media outlets and fans were eating up every update, even the group photo they all took together.

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It was after the game, and Sara and the group immediately flew back to Los Angeles. While being in the suite with all of them was fun, it did get tiring trying not to sulk while everyone around you was celebrating.

Now home, she was messaging Taylor back and forth and made plans to hang out since Taylor wanted to meet her cats. "You guys are famous." She told Eugene and Nova.

The door opened, startling Sara. Justin walked inside and set his bag down. He was in tears. Slowly, she approached him. "Baby I'm so sorry."

"I'm tired, I just want to eat and go to bed." She nodded and began to take out the other night's leftovers. She began to heat them up. "We're all proud of you. Even Taylor said she was impressed with your play."

He shook his head. "You really think I care what she thinks?" He snapped. Sara backed off. So it was moody tonight. She picked at her food before putting it away.

Sara was ready for bed so she just went under the covers. After a while she felt Justin next to her, eventually pulling her to him. "I'm sorry." He muttered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"I know, baby." She turned to face him. Kissing him she muttered. "Things will get better I promise." He nodded and the dam broke. The tears falling "Oh baby." She gathered him in her arms and he was sobbing."

There were no words she could say that could reassure him. She knew that, but damn she could be there for him in whatever way possible.

Finally after a bit he fell asleep and Sara was about to doze off until her phone lit up on the nightstand next to her. She saw it was a message from Mitch.

He has his phone off, but please let him know we are so proud of him.

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sawdusst · 9 months

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The Rainmaker Heist Chapter 5 (Coroika Pirate AU)

Sorry about the late update again, I realized I messed up on a thing and I had to restart the whole thing ;-;; I was very indecisive about what I wanted to happen in this chapter because I also didn't expect the poll to turn out the way that it did ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

But it's all good :D I improvised and uhhh-- yeah :" I hope you guys like it! :]

For anyone new to the AU, here's the main thread for previous chapters + background info on the characters!

TW// Violence , I guess (?)

Word count: ~2,012 (I did some editing on my phone so idk how much exactly)

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[Decline Hivemind’s Offer]

“I think we’ll have to pass on that offer,” Gloves said with a nervous laugh, “I don’t think we’ll need any help getting the Rainmaker… thank you for the offer though.”

Hivemind’s smile faded almost instantly. He huffed, folding his arms across his chest. “I see, I understand.” Hivemind replied with a smile, “Well, that really is a shame, you know. I was kind of hoping we could work together somehow... oh well."

“I’m sorry,” Gloves said awkwardly, “Hey, I mean, we could still be friends— I think that’ll be cool! It’s just that—”

“Friends, right,” Hivemind interrupted, then shrugged with nonchalance, “I guess that’ll be one way to describe it.”

Hivemind laughed, before turning away from the ship’s railing. As he turned to leave, the rest of his crew stood up— each of them with a weapon in their hands. Hivemind glanced over his shoulder, looking Gloves in the eye.

“Sink their ship and bring the crew to me,” he muttered.

“Crap, we’re outnumbered,” Half Rim said as he took a hesitant step back. “Do you think we could—”

Half Rim was cut off when a splat bomb flew towards their ship and landed on the deck. Gloves flinched, running over to it. He picked it up and threw it overboard. There was a small burst of pale ink in the tossing seas below. Gloves sighed a breath of relief, then looked over at the rest of his crew.

“Clips! Straps! Get us out of here!” Gloves ordered. From a holster on his belt, Gloves pulled out a pair of dualies, “Half Rim and I will—”

There was a loud boom that rang through the air. Gloves jumped up as a splash of blue ink landed at his feet. He looked up to see an octoling with a charger aimed at him from the other ship. Gloves dashed out of the way as the charger fired a couple more shots.

Half Rim quickly picked up his splatterscope that was leaning against a couple of crates. He turned around. “Captain, leave the charger to me. You take care of the others trying to get on our ship.”

Gloves nodded as an inkling leapt onto their ship. A splattershot in their hands, they dashed forward. Gloves dodged to the side, barely missing the splattershot’s volley of ink. Gloves raised both of the dualies, splatting the inkling quickly. Gloves turned around to see a splat roller hanging above his head.

Another inkling with a splat roller swiftly swung the roller at Gloves, flinging a volley of pale blue ink at him. Gloves rolled to the side and fired back at them. With a couple hits, the inkling was splatted in a burst of pale blue ink. A few more jumped across, all of them carrying a weapon in their hands. Gloves dashed forward, rolling forward and raising both of the dualies. He splatted two more inklings. The ship rocked back and forth on the tossing waves as it began to drift away.

As the ship drifted away, grappling hooks were thrown— punching through the hardwood ship and pulling them closer.

“Captain!” Half Rim exclaimed, firing a shot from the splatterscope, “We have a problem, we can’t get away. We need someone to cut those ropes!”

Half Rim quickly ducked as a burst bomb flew over his head. He glanced over his shoulder. “Someone cut the ropes! We need to get out of here!”

“I’m on it!” Straps responded.

Gloves dodge rolled to the side, splatting another pair of inklings. He paused, sensing someone creeping up behind him.

“Give it up, Captain.”

Gloves turned around to see the pointed end of a Kensa Charger between his eyes. Gloves took a hesitant step back.

“Your crew is vastly outnumbered, you’ve held up well so far— but you’re going to fall apart easily,” Hivemind said, lowering the sniper, “Just take a look around, your ship’s almost entirely painted. You have an awfully small crew, I doubted they would have put up much of a fight.”

“What are you talking about? My crew’s holding up just fine—”

“Listen, Gloves,” Hivemind cut him off, “It really isn’t anything personal. Your crew’s so small in numbers, I figured this’ll be an easy win. So I hope you understand that I couldn’t just let you get away like that. I really did want to be friends, in fact you could’ve even joined my crew.”

The loud snap of a rope echoed through the air. Gloves took a hesitant step backwards.

“If you surrender now, maybe you could come out of this unscathed,” Hivemind suggested with a shrug. “It’s your choice, Gloves.”

“Never,” Gloves scowled, then pointed to Hivemind with one of his dualies. “And it’s Captain Gloves to you.”

Hivemind frowned. He jumped back, raising the charger aiming it towards Gloves. Gloves dashed to the side as a splash of blue ink hit the side railings. He rolled forward, aiming the dualies at Hivemind. Just as he was about to fire, another inkling with a roller ran in front.

“Shoot!” Gloves cursed as the roller slammed into the ground.

A shockwave of ink splashed Gloves, knocking him backwards. Gloves hit the hardwood floors. He winced, staggering to his feet. He looked up as another roller was raised above his head. Gloves rolled to the side, turning around and splatting the other inkling.

He heard the whirring of the charger and another shot was fired. Gloves stumbled out of the way. He looked around, running over to a couple of crates and ducking behind them for cover. Gloves took a second to brush himself off, before standing up again.

He turned around to see Hivemind aiming up towards the helm where Clips stood.

“Clips! Look out!”

Clips ducked as a shot was fired above her head. She sighed a breath of relief. She quickly picked up a splattershot next to her.

“Don’t worry about Hivemind!” Gloves ordered, “Leave him to me, you focus on getting us out of here!”

Clips nodded. She hurried away from the helm to help Straps with cutting the ropes. Gloves sprinted towards Hivemind, twirling both dualies in his hand. He lunged towards Hivemind, ready to splat him.

Suddenly, Gloves saw a colorful circle around his feet. A bright green circle with little rectangles coming off the side of it.

“Uh oh,” Gloves whispered.

He looked up in the air to see a volley of pale blue tenta-missiles flying towards him. Gloves jumped out of the way as they crashed into their ship. Half Rim also dashed out of the way, raising the splatterscope and hitting the octoling who fired them. Gloves then looked back over at Hivemind, who seemed to have his back turned.

“Oops, didn’t mean to do that,” Hivemind said with a smile, “Sorry Captain, but I did warn you… it’s still not too late to give u—”

Gloves quickly made a dash forward, twirling the dualies in his hand and lunging towards Hivemind. In an instant, Hivemind spun around. Gloves’ eyes widened with shock as Hivemind swiped the pointed end of the charger towards him. The sharp end of the Kensa Charger slashed Gloves across the face. Green ink splattered on Hivemind’s face as Gloves fell to the ground.

A loud shot rang through the air. Hivemind was suddenly splatted from a shot of green ink to the head. Gloves fell onto the hardwood floors, more green ink splashing on his face. He looked up to see where the shot came from.

“You talk too much,” Half Rim mumbled, lowering the splatterscope.

Their ship was already a safe distance away from Hivemind’s. Straps quickly cut the last of the ropes, running over to fix the sails.

“Captain, we’ve shaken most of them!” Clips said, “We should be getting away in no time at all. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” Gloves replied as he stood back up. He wiped some of the ink off his face, “Doesn’t hurt at all.”

The last few of Hivemind’s crew were splatted. Gloves looked around their ship, covered in a mix of green and pale blue. As the waves below grew more and more, it pushed their ship further away. It seems like their ship moved a bit faster. Hivemind’s ship in the distance grew smaller and smaller.

Gloves sighed a breath of relief as he collapsed back onto the deck. He laid on his back and stared up at the night sky. “Is everyone okay?”

The rest of his crew nodded. For the most part, they were stained with pale blue ink and a couple minor bumps. Half Rim marched over and hauled Gloves back to his feet, “Let’s get the scratch on your face taken care of first.”

Gloves got a bandage on his cheek. He sighed a breath of relief.

“So much for having it ‘handled in a cool way’,” Clips mumbled sarcastically.

“Hey! I had it handled— for the first half,” Gloves retorted, “How was I supposed to know Hivemind was planning on capturing all of us?”

“Uh huh,” Straps chimed in, “You’re lucky we managed to get out of that mess.”

“I’m exhausted,” Half Rim muttered, “I think we’ve all had a long day, we should just head to bed.”

Gloves laughed to himself as Half Rim left. Then, he looked over at Straps and Clips. “You two should head to bed too. We could talk about the Rainmaker in the morning! I’ll just steer and keep an eye on everything.”

“Are you sure?”

Gloves nodded, walking over to the helm. He lit a small lantern, setting it next to him. “You guys get some sleep, I’ll wake you if I need anything.”

Clips and Straps exchanged a look. They both walked below deck, leaving Gloves alone at the helm. Once everyone had left, Gloves pulled a crate over to the helm and sat down. He set the lantern next to him and took out Army’s manual from his pocket.

He flipped through a few more pages, until he found the chapter on the Rainmaker. He looked at the scribbled handwriting, reading from where he left off.

The Rainmaker is also not easy to access. Even if you were in possession of it, there is still a protective bubble around it that has a deadly explosion if you stand too close to it.

Because it’s so destructive, it’s mostly used in cases of emergencies or just as a trophy. I like to think of it as a scarecrow. Sometimes pirate crews will have a fake Rainmaker on the bows of their ships in order to scare others.

It’s easy to tell if a Rainmaker is a fake or not. Fake Rainmakers will never shoot. They will not have any weight to store ink nor will they have any way of firing it. The real Rainmaker has a chute/tunnel in its mouth where the ink is fired from.

Gloves turned the page, realizing the entry was unfinished. There were a few pages that were ripped out right after the Rainmaker’s chapter.

“Huh, that’s weird,” Gloves said to himself, “I don’t remember that being there before—”

Gloves looked around. The ship seemed to be drifting along in the sea with no specific direction. He sighed to himself, looking back down at the manual and stuffing it in his pocket.

It was a calm night, there was a light breeze hitting the sails while the ship aimlessly drifted. Gloves stood at the helm, leaning on the ship’s wheel boredly. In the far distance, however, there was a dim light coming from a nearby island. Gloves picked up a telescope and looked through it.

The bare outlines of an island were slowly starting to come into view. Gloves perked up with interest, but then looked over at his crew.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we stopped at land for a bit, but we've barely been at sea," Gloves thought to himself.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you so much for reading if you've made it this far, I really appreciate the support <33

Have a nice day/night!

#coroika #coroika pirate au #gloves coroika #splatoon #the fight scene was so fun to write but a bit of a pain to plan lmao #initially i wasnt going to do it but i didnt really have any other options since Hivemind probably won't come back for a while

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corpsedaydream · 4 years

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Hi! Thank you for writing for Corpse!

Anyway, how about scenario when after some stressing things (like going for groceries or medical treatment etc) corpse came home just to see s/o in his hoodie that just too big for her?? Fluff and all??

Thank you again and sorry for bad eng :D

thank u for reading them cutie!! 🖤

oof this is a cute idea, here we go

update: this turned out longer than i planned, but i’m not mad about it! hope u enjoy

word count: 1.3k

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cold hands, warm neck

You had no idea what time it was when you awoke. You’d been spending your time off at your boyfriends house and after four days of trying your best to match his sleep schedule - not wanting to miss out on any moments with him - it finally caught up to you and you had crashed hard.

The night before, Corpse told his friends he was taking a quick bathroom break from streaming, except it wasn’t a bathroom break, you hadn’t replied to any of his messages he’d sent you while he was in there and he was getting a little worried. He was surprised to hear no noise around the house. Usually when he opened his office door for the past few days, he’d hear you watching something quietly from the couch, or facetiming one of your friends, or laughing at something on your phone. He’d gotten so used to it that when it was dead silent, the anxiety started to build ever so slightly.

The living room and kitchen showed up empty, and as he turned around, he caught that his bedroom door was opened.

“(Y/N),” Corpse called your name as he began walking closer, but you didn’t respond and his anxiety grew.

“Baby?” He tried again, reaching the doorway and looking in and that’s when he saw you and relief flooded through him.

He had gotten used to you staying awake with him these past couple of days, but he knew himself you couldn’t keep that up the whole time you were there. In reality, he was expecting a moment like this to happen.

You were deep asleep, not moving an inch and chest moving so slowly but rhythmically to signal how peaceful you were. There were telltale signs that you unintentionally fell asleep. You were still atop his covers, and he’d come to learn you loved to be curled up under a duvet. Your hair was still up in it’s scrunchie and he’d come to learn you slept with it out or you woke up a little grumpy because of the headache it caused. Your water bottle was leaning against your arm and he’d come to learn you always placed it on the floor before sleeping, you’d told him about the few times when you woke up freezing after they’d leak. Your phone was still half in your hand, but it was dead, signalling that you were probably scrolling through Tiktok or Twitter and fell asleep doing so.

He took a moment to look over you, he wanted to remember this picture in his mind, before he went into action to make sure you were sleeping how he knew you preferred.

First he removed your water bottle, second he grabbed your phone and plugged it on charge for you before placing it on his bedside table. Next came the actions he was worried would wake you.

With gentle hands, he pulled the scrunchie from your hair, allowing your hair to sprawl over his pillow and next he went to work with trying to get the covers out from under you and over you, instead.

It seemed Corpse really underestimated just how deep asleep you were, because you didn’t stir once through this process. If he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that had selfishly wished you had woken up, just so he could kiss you and hold you for a moment to tell you good night and hear your sleepy voice. But he knew you needed this, he couldn’t expect you to keep up with his sleeping pattern. So he settled with leaving a gentle peck against your forehead and whispering a quiet “sweet dreams, baby,” before going back to his stream.

You were somewhat delirious when you did finally wake up. After a few nights of barely sleeping to catching up on all those missed hours in one night, you couldn’t even be sure what day it was.

“Corpse?” Even your voice was a little croaky, laced with sleep. You rubbed your hands over your eyes before spotting your phone on charge. Slow hands grabbed it, unplugging the charger seeing that it was now on 100% before looking to see if Corpse had messaged you anything. And sure enough, you discovered he had gone out, but he promised to be home soon. Something you didn’t doubt, knowing he didn’t enjoy being out of his place.

Whilst waiting, you took a shower but when you got out, it was seemingly a lot colder today.

Did I even pack anything warm? You wondered to yourself, Corpse lived somewhere it rarely became cold and you were left empty handed when looking through your own belongings for a hoodie. Then you spotted a hoodie of Corpses sitting on the end of his bed and without thinking twice, you slipped the black article of clothing over your body. It made you miss him, it felt right to be wearing his clothes, but it made you want his arms around you, too.

You decided on waiting for him on the couch, it was close to the front door and you had just spent well enough hours in his bed.

It wasn’t long before you heard the locks of his front door being switched opened and instantly the smile grew on your face as your heart fluttered with excitement. You’d spent almost every minute with him since being here, so the time spent sleeping and him going out felt long.

You watched him as he walked in the front door. He hadn’t noticed you at first. And you could see why in his face, he was distracted, stressed from the task that really took a toll on him and you wished he’d woken you up so you could’ve gone with him or even for him.

“Hi.” You greeted your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” You caught him off guard, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as he made a little a stumble and dropped the bag that was in his hand. “You’re awak- is that mine?” He quickly cut himself off, his eyes landing on you and dropping down to look over the familiar black hoodie that completely engulfed you in the most heart warming way.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t bring anything warm.” You spoke, lifting your arms as you spoke and looking at the material that was so baggy all over you, but so comfortable. “I should’ve asked, sorry.” You apologised but all he could focus on was how perfect you looked. So cozy but also fresh and well rested after the deep sleep you had.

“No, no. It’s okay. I love it.” He assured you and you began blushing, placing your hands that were completely covered by the sleeves over your face.

“Corpse, stop.”

“I’m serious, you don’t know how much better this has made me feel.” He told you honestly, and that’s when you brought your hands down from your face and instead opened your arms to him.

“Come here.” You told him simply and he didn’t waste a second before he accepted the invitation and embraced you fully.

Your body automatically moved back to lay against the arm of the couch as he joined you by resting on top of you. You jumped slightly as his arms rounded you and his cool hands slid under the hoodie, his touch wanting to feel your bare skin.

“Sorry baby, you’re just so warm.” Corpse told you before leaving a kiss against your neck and resting his head there. “Every part of you, too.” Even his nose felt cold as he nuzzled it against where he’d just left the kiss.

“Why are you so cold?” You asked between laughs, bringing your own arms around him, too, wanting to be as close as possible.

“I had to go outside.” He sighed and his reply took the humour out of your words.

“Are you okay?” You didn’t hesitate to ask him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head against you. “Don’t wanna talk about it right now. Just want to be with you.”

“Okay.”

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Love Me The Way I Am- Book 1

Chapter 13

Pairings: Maxwell x Harley (MC), Drake x Liam (kind of)

Book: TRR Book 2

Synopsis- After King Liam proposes to Madeleine, Harley and Maxwell grow closer while they attempt to uncover who’s behind her blackmail. Maxwell is hiding a medical condition he’s kept secret for most of his life. Due to his father constantly berating Maxwell during his youth, he believes no one will ever love him.. until Harley comes along and he dares to hope.

A/N- This somewhat follows along with the events in TRR Book 2. I have removed/added certain events to go along with my story! Harley Hughes is my character who is based loosely off of Riley. The other characters belong to PB.

Warnings- language, drinking, sensuality, some NSFW

18+ only

Word count- 2,560

Catch up here

Chapter Warnings- coma, medical emergency (this chapter is a little heavy)

*this is the second to last chapter of book 1

Harley awoke the next morning with her head leaning back against the plastic covered couch in Maxwell's hospital room. She looked around, and her heart broke again as the events from the previous day washed over her. She stood up and looked at Maxwell. “Come on Max..” She touched his cheek. “You have to wake up today, ok?”

Bertrand walked into the room but wouldn't make eye contact with her. “Harley, why don't you go back to the hotel and get a shower and let me stay with him for a while.”

“I don't wanna leave him..” She frowned.

“I won't leave his side, I promise. I will let you know if anything changes.”

Harley took a cab back to the hotel and took the world's fastest shower, letting her hair air dry so it would be curly like Maxwell liked. She threw on some jeans and a beige sweater, grabbed her phone charger, and headed back to the hospital. She paused before she entered his room- there was a King's Guard posted outside of his door, and she heard some familiar voices inside.

“Oh dear.. He looks so.. so..” Hana choked up.

“Don't worry Hana,” Liam said softly. “I'm sure they are doing everything they can for him. I spoke to the physician outside and they are hopeful that he will recover soon.”

Harley walked into the room, and they all looked over at her. Don't cry, don't cry..

“Oh Harley!” Hana sobbed as she ran over and embraced her. That was all it took for the tears to start. Liam, and even Drake wrapped their arms around her. After a moment, Harley wiped her tears and said, “Um the nurse said you can talk to him. They think he can hear you.”

Drake put his hand on Maxwell's shoulder. “Look Beaumont you better wake up soon. I want my favorite pain in the ass back here to keep Hughes company.” He smiled sadly at her, “She needs you.”

Harley smiled through the tears. “Oh you marshmallow.”

Liam and Hana spoke to Maxwell for a moment, then Bertrand entered the room. “I appreciate you all leaving the tour and coming by.”

“Of course, Bertrand.” Liam said. “Maxwell is our friend.. You all are.” Liam looked at Harley with regret, “Unfortunately I have to be back by tomorrow for a meeting, but-”

“It's fine Liam. Thank you guys for coming. I really needed this.” Harley hugged him.

“But I'm not going anywhere!” Hana said as she grabbed her hands. “We can have a sleepover in the hospital room tonight.” she smiled.

Bertrand spoke up, “That's really not necessary. I am more than capable of looking after my brother-”

“Bertrand, I know. But you need a break too. Let us stay here tonight and you go get some rest or do whatever you have to do.” Harley said.

“Well.. if you're sure. I do have some documents that I need to fill out and send to the bank.”

“We got this. I'll keep you updated ok?”

“Alright then.” Bertrand crossed the room to leave, but turned back to Maxwell. “I'll be back tomorrow little brother. You better be awake by then.” He smiled at him sadly and left the room.

“I don't have to go back with Liam. I can stay too.” Drake shrugged.

Harley was so touched. Aww Drake.

“That's ok. You guys go ahead. We’ll have a girls night here.” Hana winked.

They all hugged goodbye and Liam and Drake went on their way. Hana and Harley spent the day in Maxwell's room, talking to the nurses, doctors, and each other. At dinner time, they ordered Chinese takeout and ate on the couch in his room.

“It doesn't feel right to just carry on like this with him laying there unconscious.” Harley frowned as she picked at her food.

“I know it doesn't. You feel like you should be suffering too. That's how it is when something happens to someone you love.” Hana smiled sadly. “So I've been doing some research and it says that a person in a coma can respond to your voice, smell, touch, and even some of their favorite music.”

“Ya I read something like that too.” Harley took a small bite of her noodles. She didn't have an appetite.

Hana smiled mischievously, “So let's play him some music! You know how much he loves to dance!”

“Hana, we can't go blasting club music in the ICU!”

“We don't have to blast it. Just have a quiet dance party!”

Harley laughed, “My god, who are you?!”

Hana took out her phone and searched for club music and started swaying back and forth.

Harley looked over at Maxwell and smiled. “You see what you're missing out on right now? Hana is about to drop it like it's hot in the hospital for you.”

Harley stood up and started swaying slowly to the music.

Hana smirked, “Come on, I know you can do better than that! I've seen you dance before! Shake that booty girl!”

Harley laughed and danced over to Hana, rolling her hips and twerking. Hana started trying to copy her and soon they were both laughing loudly and dancing to the music.

“What is going on in here!?” An older stern looking nurse burst into the room, taking in the scene.

They froze. Hana spoke up, “Um, well we were just.. Um.. dancing. “

“To help him recover!” Harley stood up straight.

“Right! To help him recover. See we read that-”

“I don't care why! It is eleven pm, and you two are acting like you're on the dance floor at a disco. Now please quiet down, or I will have to ask you to leave.” The nurse scolded them and walked out.

They stared at each other and giggled. “Wow I feel like I'm in grade school again,” Harley sat back down on the couch.

“But it made you feel better before we got in trouble didn't it?”

“Yes Hana.. it actually really did.” Harley smiled at her. “You're the best.”

The next evening Hana flew back to Ireland, and once again Harley was alone with her thoughts. She sat on the couch in his hospital room, and closed her eyes as images of Maxwell flooded her brain. She could still feel his lips against hers; could still see the way his blue eyes looked at her that night with so much adoration. She could still hear his voice. ‘Harley, you're so perfect. I've wanted to kiss you every day since the day I met you.’ She choked out a sob. What if I never get to kiss him again? The thought was too much to bear. She opened her eyes and noticed Bertrand was looking at her strangely.

“Oh, I didn't realize you had gotten back.”

He cleared his throat, “Yes. I ate some dinner and decided it was your turn to have a night off.”

“Oh no, I don't want to leave him.”

“Harley, you haven't left his side for more than an hour since we got here. Please go back to the hotel and get a proper night's rest. You can come back in the morning. You know I will call you if there are any developments.”

Harley sighed and looked at Maxwell. “Fine. But I'll be back here as soon as the sun comes up in the morning.”

She leaned down and told Maxwell goodbye, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “I'll see you tomorrow ok?” She whispered in his ear so that Bertrand couldn't hear. “I love you.”

Once Harley got back to the hotel and showered, she decided it was time to do some research. She was going to learn everything she could about Type 1 diabetes. She stayed up as late as she could, passing out at 3 am while looking at her phone. She forgot her charger back at the hospital and her cell phone battery died, causing her to miss the call from Bertrand.

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Maxwell awoke groggily. He slowly moved his head back and forth and frowned. He tried to open his eyes but they felt heavy. He couldn't move his arms or legs. He heard a faint beeping and some noise in the distance. What is going on? Did I drink too much last night? Maxwell finally opened his eyes but everything looked blurry. He was in a room he didn’t recognize and there were people talking in the hallway. He tried to sit up but got dizzy. He saw there was an IV in his arm and felt a blood pressure cuff on his leg tighten. Oh fuck.

He went in and out of consciousness for the next two hours. The next time he woke up he saw two nurses looking down at him. “It's ok honey, I'm just gonna stick your finger to check your sugar. Do you know where you are?”

“Uhh..”

His eyes focused and he saw Bertrand looking down at him in tears. “Maxwell! I'm so relieved that you're awake! I've been so worried about you and-” Then, the world went dark again. The next time he gained consciousness he felt a hand on his.

“Harley?”

“No, brother, I'm afraid not.” Bertrand smiled at him sadly.

Maxwell shook his head trying to clear the fog and blinked several times. His eyes felt so tired. “What's.. going on..?” His voice was hoarse.

“You've been in a coma for the past four days.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. “What?!”

Bertrand held a cup of water out to him, “Here, let me help you take a drink.”

Maxwell pushed his hand back weakly and shook his head. “What happened?”

He listened in horror as Bertrand explained everything. “Harley was the one who found you unconscious in your hotel room. She called 911, rode in the ambulance, and has been here practically the entire time. The only reason she's not here now is because I had to force her to go back to the hotel room to sleep.”

Maxwell felt horrible as he pictured Harley finding him like that. I can't believe I did that to her. She doesn't deserve that. God, I'm such an idiot.

An hour later, the doctor came in and gave Maxwell a thorough checkup. He spoke to him and Bertrand for a long time. Maxwell would need to stay at least a few more days so they could monitor him and check his cognitive state. Maxwell nodded absentmindedly and once the doctor left he turned to Bertrand. “Do I have brain damage or something?!” He said with a look of panic.

“No, no! Didn't you hear what the physician said? He doesn't think you do, but wants to observe you for a few days to make sure. You were unconscious much longer than most people who go into a diabetic coma..” Bertrand said with a worried look on his face.

“Wow, Maxwell Beaumont the fuck up.. Can't even recover from a coma properly.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Maxwell. That is not what I was insinuating. I was simply asking if you were listening to the physician.”

Maxwell sighed, “I guess I tuned him out or something thinking about my fucking brain not working properly.”

“Well you certainly seem like yourself, using that language.” Bertrand shook his head.

Bertrand tried to call Harley for the fifth time and it went straight to voicemail.

“Maxwell.. There is something I need to discuss with you.. If you're feeling up to it. “

“Shoot.” He scooped up some of the soggy mystery food they gave him for breakfast, and took a bite.

“Have you and Harley become.. romantically involved?”

Maxwell paled. How did he find out? His eyes widened in shock and he chewed while he bought himself some time to think. What should I say? How much does he know? Shit, shit, shit.. He swallowed and looked down.

“Well then. Your silence says it all.” Bertrand said emotionlessly. “That, and the fact that your heart monitor is beeping double time..”

“Look Bertrand, I didn't mean for it to happen. I-”

Bertrand shook his head. “Stop. I don't want to have an argument with you after you wake up from a coma. I'm going to step out and get some of that.. dishwater they call coffee. Apparently no one in this country drinks tea.”

Bertrand stopped at the door and turned back. “I love you brother. I really do.”

“I know. Love you too bro.” Maxwell laid back down and closed his eyes. He was exhausted.

Once Bertrand got to the cafeteria, he decided to call the hotel and have them ring Harley's room. It was 7 am. He assumed she must have passed out from exhaustion and wasn't hearing her cell phone.

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Harley awoke to a loud ring. “What the fuck?” She grabbed her cellphone and realized it obviously wasn't coming from there because it was dead. The landline! Oh shit, Maxwell!

“What, what?! What happened?!” She answered the phone in a panic.

“He's awake.”

Harley got dressed as quickly as she could and took a taxi to the hospital. She could have run there the way she was feeling. She saw Bertrand in the hallway outside of Maxwell’s room talking on his phone. He hung up when he saw her approaching and said, “He's asleep right now. But you can go in so he can see you when he wakes up. He has been asking for you.”

Harley was so nervous, her hands were shaking. She approached his bed quietly, then pulled up a chair next to him and grabbed his hand. She just sat and watched him breathe for a moment, so thankful that he was ok. He's so handsome. Maxwell stirred and her heart sped up. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her; that same dazzling smile that he gave her the first time she saw him. She smiled back at him with tears in her eyes. She didn't know what she was going to say until it came out of her mouth.

“I LOVE YOU!” She slapped a hand over her mouth.

Maxwell's eyes widened and his mouth hung open. “Harley..” He held out his arms and she fell into them. She hugged him tightly as tears ran down her cheeks.

He smiled and rubbed her back soothingly, “Do you.. really mean that?”

“Yes.”

Maxwell sighed happily. “Wow. You don't know how happy that makes me.”

Harley sat back and looked into his eyes. “You don't know how happy you make me! I was so scared! I thought I was never going to get to tell you how I feel and I just couldn't go another minute without saying it. I know it probably seems rushed to you and I totally understand that-”

“I love you too.” He tenderly touched her cheek.

“You love me?” She said incredulously as her heart fluttered.

“So much, Harley.”

“Oh my god.” She grabbed his face and pulled him into a sweet kiss then buried her face in his neck. “God, Maxwell, I've never been so happy in my life. I love you so, so much.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too, Harley Quinn.”

Harley laughed through her tears. She had never been happier to be called that.

#choices fanfic #trr fanfic #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #choices trr #the royal romance #hana lee #bertrand beaumont #drake walker #liam rys #cordonia #harley hughes #love me the way i am #lmtwia

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✾D.K- Movie Night☼✶

Master list

FEM!reader

Words: 3880

Warnings/kinks: thighs, thigh-job, oral

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x reader

Summary: You invite Denki over for a movie, but your thighs are distracting

===NSFW under the cut===

It wasn't like Denki's crush on you was a secret, in fact basically everyone knew; but still, it shouldn't've shocked you when Mina gave you screenshots of him practically confessing his love for you.

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Y/n I'm dying here😖 He won't stop gushing about you

Y/n: Wait is this real??

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Duh!

Y/n: I may or may not be blushing 😳 I like him too, but don't tell! I'll do it soon enough

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: I'm in need for some entertainment Any ideas on how to fluster him? I want to see him all giddy and nervous lmao 🌸

You looked up from your bed to your paused movie and started to think. Hmm.. that could work.. but how..? Your cheeks flushed harder at the thought of making him nervous; he was just so cute!

Y/n: I have the perfect plan. You know that textbook I lent you? Get Kami to return it to me Once I send the signal I need to prepare >:)

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Omg the suspense!! I can't wait!

You got all the confidence you needed when you read his messages to Mina. He liked you, and there was no denying it now. You gathered your snacks into bowls, and rearranged your fairy lights over your bed. Since you already were ready to watch a movie, you only had to make a few adjustments before setting the plan into motion.

You took a moment to change into something a little more revealing, but not at all suggestive. A T-shirt and shorts. You made sure they were shaved/groomed to your liking, and you did the same for your arms. A few candles were lit, and the light was dim.

"Kamiiii~~" Mina yelled from across the room.

"What?" Denki replied, half expecting a phone charger to be thrown at him.

"Can you pretty please give this book to y/n? I have to do something, and apparently she needs it," Mina flashed puppy eyes at him, and Denki grinned.

"An excuse to go to y/n's room?" He buzzed. "I'd go even if you needed me to return a bread crumb!"

"Aw thanks Denki-kun!" She smiled, passing him the hefty book.

Denki practically skipped to your dorm in excitement. He hadn't been able to have a good look at what your room was like when the Best Room Contest was going on. Would it match your personality? Or completely clash? What colour were your walls? What did your bed look like?

His heart fluttered as he came closer to his destination. He nervously clicked the second floor button in the elevator, and urged the thing to move faster. C'mon! He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you!

The elevator's ding rattled in his head as he rushed out of it, speed walking down the hall. Y/n, y/n... y/n! Here we are.

Denki took a deep breath, smoothing out his shirt and shaking out his arms. Here we go. He raised his fist and gently knocked on your door. He heard your feet shuffle to the door, and he felt light headed. You would be in your lounging clothes, no uniform.

"Oh hey Kami!" You greeted with a smile, "what brings you here?"

"U-uh," he stuttered. If it weren't for the shorts peaking under your oversized T-shirt, he would've thought you had nothing else on, "Mina said you needed this."

"Thanks!" You replied, gingerly taking the book from his hands. "It's the perfect height."

"..perfect height?" Denki asked, peeking into your room as you walked back to your bed.

"Yep! It's a great laptop stand," you grinned, placing it under the device, "I was just about to watch a movie, care to join?"

Denki froze, mouth half agape. A movie? With you? Alone? In your room? He felt like he was dreaming.

"Well?" You inquired.

"Y-yes!" Denki almost screamed, "I just gotta- I'm gonna grab a fluffy blanket!"

"Ok!" You giggled as he left your room in a hurry.

Denki didn't waste time on the elevator, and ran down the stairs two steps at a time. He crossed the common area in a hurry, causing several people to question him.

"Fluffy blanket!" Was all he replied before he barged into his room and grabbed what he was looking for. He also grabbed his phone so he could update his friends on his current situation.

Denki⚡️: Holy fuck it's happening

Tape man: Did you finally ask her out

Denki⚡️: Nope She invited me in her room to watch a movie

Tape man: We all know how that turns out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kiri☄️: Good luck, man! I was wondering why you needed a blanket lol

Denki put his phone in his pocket, and rushed back to the common area with his fluffy yellow blanket him his arms.

"What's with the pillow?" Mina giggled.

"Blanket!" Denki corrected. "Y/n invited me to watch a movie in her room and the panic hasn't quite set in yet."

He heard laughing as he ran for the elevator, too tuckered out to take the stairs again. His stomach jolted in excitement as the elevator lifted him upwards. Oh fuck this was actually happening. Denki rushed down the hall to your door, and knocked.

"Come in!" Your muffled voice said.

You took in Denki's appearance as he walked into your room. Even with the lights dimmed, you could see his flushed cheeks. In his arms was a blanket, one you assumed he was hoping to share with you.

"C'mon!" You said, patting the spot beside you.

"O-on your bed?" Kaminari questioned.

"Where else?" You giggled. Denki looked extremely nervous as he sat down, some centimetres away from you. "You can come closer y'know."

"O-ok," Denki stuttered, inching towards you, "so, what are we watching?"

"I'm not sure actually. I was hoping maybe an anime or something," you replied, clicking through all the suggestions on Netflix.

God, please marry me. Denki thought, eyeing your thighs as you said that. They looked so kissable... grab-able... suffocating his face-able...

"This one?" You asked him, pointing to a movie.

"S-sure," Kaminari replied, only half aware of what you were saying. His eyes were glued on your thighs, and you could see his fingers twitching to touch them.

"So are you gonna share that big-ass blanket or not?" You said, tugging at the yellow fabric that was in his lap.

"Y-yeAh," Denki cracked, uncrumpling the blanket, and handing you a corner.

You made sure to slide your fingers over his as you took the side from his hands. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed nervously. You slid the fluffy fabric over your shoulders and scooted closer to Kami.

"I have snacks," you said, pulling over a few bowls of chips and whatever else. You placed the popcorn between the two of you for easier access.

To be honest, Denki wasn't paying attention to the movie in the slightest, all he was doing was thinking about you; how close you were to him. How he was sharing a blanket with you. How your hands touched his occasionally when he grabbed popcorn. His mind was spinning, and he couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves, (probably both).

Denki looked down at the bowl when he noticed no more popcorn was left. He silently took the bowl off the bed and onto the floor. His heart rate thumped unevenly as he realized that there was no border between you and him. He scooted over a tiny bit, hoping you would do the same.

Your hand reached for another handful of popcorn, but instead got a handful of Kaminari's thigh.

"Ah~" Kami groaned. He slapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You panicked, pretending not to notice the delicious noise that came out of his mouth. "Popcorn all gone?"

"Y-yeah," Kaminari stuttered, "I j-just put it on the floor if that's alright, heh."

"Yeah that's fine," you replied, going back to the movie.

If Denki wasn't flushed red already, he certainly was now. His whole body felt hot, and where you grasped his thigh was scorching. He gulped as he strained to keep his composure... but he failed to do so as you leaned against him, shoulders touching. His hopes to stay at least semi-hard crashed, his dick starting to twitch to life. He shoved the hand furthest from you in his sweatpants pocket, and adjusted himself. What would you think of him if you found out he had a hard-on just from you touching him? He didn't want to find out. He pushed sinful thoughts to the back of his head, urging himself to focus on the movie. He needed to go soft, and quick.

That plan also failed, because for some reason he chose a coming of age movie. Honestly, he didn't really even remember picking a movie; that wasn't what he was here for. A heated make-out session was plastered on the laptop screen, and his breath hitched as he realized the actress looked similar to you. Same h/l, h/c hair, same skin colour, same body type... god he felt like he was loosing it. The various differences between you and the actor kept him sane; different nose, different skin type... it reassured him that, no, you weren't making out with some dude, and you were right here beside him.

"The actress looks a lot like you," Kaminari said from out of the blue.

"..and you chose exactly now to tell me that? While their making out?" You laughed, nudging him with your elbow.

"Uh, well. It took me awhile to figure out why she was so familiar," Kaminari blushed. You saw his hands fist the fabric of his pants, his knuckles almost white.

"Kami-kun.. you ok?" You asked, reaching over for his hand. "You seem stressed, is the movie making you uncomfortable?"

"Ah- n-no, it's not that... I-it's, well," Denki struggled to form words, "it's just awkward watching this with you so close."

"It's not like it's porn," you shrugged, and Kami's breath hitched. "But damn, there sure is a lot of nudity..."

"Uh- I didn't know that would, uh, I didn't really look at the description of the movie, heh heh," Kaminari said nervously.

"It's whatever. It's a great show besides that," you popped a candy into your mouth.

Your hand was still on his as you continued to watch the movie. Denki's vision was fuzzy with nervousness, and he wondered if he should pull his hand away. No, he decided. He liked how comforting it felt, even though he was currently rock-hard and raving to go. Denki's head moved the slightest bit towards you, trying to catch a glance of your beautiful face. He almost screamed when he noticed that the side of you thigh was pressed against his.

Hot. Oh god, he felt so hot all over.

You had to stifle a smile as you heard Kaminari continuously whimper; it was so quiet you had to strain to hear. Was he even aware he was doing that? You almost didn't notice the credits rolling on the screen, too caught up in giddy excitement. You unwrapped a lollipop and put it in your mouth, hands reaching for the laptop.

"Hah~" Kaminari whispered behind you. Oh yeah, you thought, your shorts were basically boy-short panties.

"That was fun!" You cheered, closing the device and picking up candy wrappers.

"Y-yeah," Kami gulped, afraid to get up. He folded his fluffy blanket, and carefully held it in front of his crotch, trying not to grind against it.

"Well, you can stay for the night if you want. I don't know about you, but I'm pooped," you said, stretching your arms up, exposing your thighs.

"Oh my god I want to fuck your thighs so bad," Denki said dreamily, and then immediately smacked a hand over his mouth.

His eyes were wide with horror, and he would have collapsed if he wasn't sitting down. Your face looked shocked as you processed what he said. Oh shit, he wanted to perish. Vanish from the earth and never be seen again.

"I-I, Wow, I can't believe I said that out loud. Please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment," Denki said as calmly as he could muster, quickly standing up and walking awkwardly towards your door.

"Wait, Kami," you said, grabbing his wrist as he reached for the doorknob.

Yup. This is it. This is where he dies. This is where you fucking murder him in cold blood, right here, right now.

"At least give me a kiss before you leave," you said, looking at him with pleading eyes. The stick on your lollipop had fallen off of the candy, and the sweet treat was still in your mouth.

"Y-you're serious?!" Kaminari sputtered, dropping his blanket in surprise.

"Mmhm," you mumbled, pulling him a little closer to you. His erection was painfully obvious, but he didn't seem to care.

Kaminari reached for your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. They were a little sweaty, but that didn't bother you. The look in his eyes was remarkable, and you felt courage flow through you. Your soft lips met his, and you exchanged a few kisses before you deepened it. You slipped your tongue across his lip, and he eagerly opened up.

Denki moaned at the sweetness of your tongue, sucking on it to get all of the flavour. He squeaked as he felt something weird enter his mouth. Oh. Oh. That was the piece of candy you were sucking on. Holy fuck. Denki groaned deeply, swishing the sweet in his mouth before giving it back to you.

You pulled away, saliva covering your lips. You heave for breath and gleamed at Kaminari, "that was hot."

"Hhngg," was the only response you heard from him.

"You ok, Kami?" You asked, giving his wrist a slight squeeze.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "M' just trying not to cum my pants right now."

"How about I take these shorts off so you can come between my thighs," you teased, already shimming out of your short-shorts.

"EH?!" Denki roared, and you saw his hair buzz with electricity.

"Just don't electrocute me, Buzzy," you said, stepping a few inches away, playfully throwing in the nickname.

You bit your cheek as Kami started to play with the strings on his pants, "actually? Like, really?!"

"Stop saying stupid shit and come here," you grabbed his forearm, pulling him closer to you. "Let's get these sweatpants off, shall we?"

You slowly pulled at the strings, leaving sensual touches to his pelvis. Denki looked as though he had just entered heaven, his eyes were shining dreamily, and a dumb smile was plastered on his face. His pants fell to the ground, and you snorted at his lighting bolt patterned briefs. You ghosted a hand over his length, and Denki shivered in anticipation.

"Can I- please?" Kaminari struggled, his hands slowly reaching over to you.

"Of course, baby," you murmured, lifting your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your undergarments.

As soon as the magic words left your lips, he was all over you. It was like he had to touch every inch of you. You loved the way he firmly gripped your hips, and the way he kissed you. It felt just right. Denki nervously pulled off his underwear, now only in a shirt. You didn't hesitate to gently grip his cock, relishing the whimper he made. You stroked him a few times before reaching over to your dresser, pumping a little lotion on your palm.

You looked at Denki as you rubbed the lotion on the inside of your thighs, you grabbed another dollop and rubbed that in as well. You ended up pushing him against a wall, your hands on his chest, and lips on his. You dropped one of your hands down to Denki's twitching cock, and swiftly inserted it between your thighs, directly under your vulva. You moaned with him as he took ahold of your hips and pulled you closer to him, jerking out his hips in the process.

"Fuck. Holy fuck, t-thank you so much y/n!" Denki cried, leaning his head back. He stuck out his hips, and helped you grind against him.

"So, how long have you been wanting to do this for?" You inquired, nibbling at his earlobe.

"Ah~ so goddamn long," Denki murmured.

The feeling of his dick pressed firmly under your heat sent waves of pleasure up your body, and you took one hand off the wall to cup your breast. You sighed and looked at Kaminari, his face was flushed, and you were sure the blush travelled down to his chest.

"Hah~~" Denki moaned, "I'm so close. Pl-ease."

The way your thighs clamped around his dick made his head spin, it was so much better than he ever imagined it would be. Your panties were wet against his cock, and he groaned deeply at the fact that holy shit this was actually happening. Denki would smell your arousal, (something he didn't really expect to have a strong smell), and he got dizzy all over again.

"'Please'?" You questioned, giving small sucks to his jaw.

"Can I come? I-I just don't want to finish between your legs and then you freak out, that would be bad. A-and I wasn't sure if—" Denki got cut off with a kiss.

"Go ahead, baby. Go on and come undone for me," you whispered in his ear.

Denki let out a strangled groan, mumbling out 'fuck' and 'you're so perfect'. His hold on you gripped harder, leading you back and forth on his cock. Your pride swelled as you felt a wet, sticky substance run down the back of your thighs. Denki shuttered once he was finished, and whined when he gently pushed you off.

"Fuck, so good," Denki said in a daze, his eyes practically glazed over.

You reached between your legs, scooping up some of his semen with your fingers. You brought them to your mouth, and sucked on them, making sure to clean off all of the salty substance

"Oh my god," Denki muttered as he watched you. He was getting hard again.

"Clean up for me?" You said, spreading your legs and bending over a little bit, exposing your cum-covered thighs. You didn't hear a response, and you worried that you'd maybe gone too far.

Denki was drooling at the wonderful sight, and got on his knees. His hands ran up and down your legs before he took an experimental lick. It wasn't the worst, but still unfavourable. Right now, he didn't care what it tasted like. Because he was licking your thighs and the bottom of your ass, and that's all that mattered right now. Denki took care to graze his teeth on your skin every so often, eliciting a sweet moan from you.

"All done," he mumbled into your leg, giving it one more kiss before pulling away, still on his knees.

You turned around, and Denki's eyes nearly fell out of his head; you took off your bra, and your breasts were amazing. He was frozen, but let you strip off his T-shirt, too afraid that he would wake up in his bed, and this was all a dream.

"You look so good like that, Denki," you mused, admiring his disheveled hair and messy face. You glanced down and saw that he was hard again— classic Kami, "I'm so horny, baby. Touch me~"

Denki's shaky hands felt their way up your legs, and gripped onto your underwear's waistband. He looked up at you as he pulled them down to your ankles, careful to slip them off. They were covered in your slick, and it took him a whole lot of self-control to not lick them. He had the whole meal in front of him anyway. Denki curiously slid his fingers through your folds, breath catching at your sigh.

You turned so that your back was against the wall, and spread your legs enough so that Kaminari had full-view of your flower. His tongue stuck out, and drool practically dripped down his chin. He slowly crawled towards you, reaching his neck out so he could have a sweet taste of your goodness. You reached down and pulled at his hair, guiding him to where he was scared to go.

"This is really ok?" Denki said dreamily, his gaze hypnotized on your pussy.

"Yep, dig in, Buzzy," you said, biting your lip.

Kaminari lurched forward, hands clamped on your thighs, and stuck his face between your legs. You assumed he had little to no experience, so you guided him with your sweet voice, and pulling him off if he did something you didn't like.

"So good," Denki moaned on your pussy, drunk on your taste. He rubbed his tongue just right on your clit, and you groaned. He did it again, and began to nibble and suck on your sensitive pearl. Kaminari's cock was leaking pre-cum, but he refused to give himself attention. He was receiving so much pleasure by just making you feel good.

"Denki~" you moaned, gripping his hair harder and pulling him closer, grinding against his face.

"Mmfff-" Denki struggled, tingles travelling through his body. The way you said his name practically has him coming.

"So close- don't you dare stop!" Your back arched, and your eyes closed.

He didn't plan on that. He needed you to finish on his tongue, he was desperate for your pleasure. Denki felt your vulva twitch in his mouth, and he tried harder. You were so close. He needed you to feel good. You had made him feel so good just moments before.

"Right- there-!" You gasped, legs shaking through Denki's grip. He continued his pace, though struggling to breathe; he didn't care, he needed you to finish.

When the grip on Kaminari's scalp softened and fell away, he pulled back, choking for air, "oh my fuck you taste so good~"

"Thank you, Buzzy," you smiled at him. "You're the best."

The two of you admired each other for a moment, before Denki coughed awkwardly, "sorry about the floor."

You glanced down and noticed that Kaminari had managed to cum without the help of anything touching him. Classic Kami.

"Heh, that's kinda embarrassing," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'll clean that up."

You watched Denki clean the floor as you cleaned yourself, using baby wipes on your legs to get rid of the cum remanence. You threw on your robe and told Kami you'd be a few minutes.

When you came back in, all cleaned up, Denki was sitting on your bed with his boxers on, "I was hoping that I-I could stay over?"

"Absolutely," you grinned, flopping on the bed. Denki wrapped his yellow blanket around your body, and you cuddled into him.

"So I'm assuming you like me back, then?" Denki mumbled into your neck.

"Mmhm," you sighed, "I have for awhile now."

"Damn. We could've been doing this earlier!"

"Oi, shut up and cuddle me. I'm all tuckered out."

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undyingskies · 3 years

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Just Fine

Request: yes; “hii, could you maybe write an owen imagine where fans take pictures of his gf kissing a guy on the street so there is rumors and of course owen's pissed, but she was actually filming a scene so everything was fake please”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy, I have a decent amount of requests I am working through! As well as a two part fic for Owen, they are going to take some time so if you requested please be patient with me! I promise I am working on them!

Warning: None

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Your show, Charmed, season 3 was renewed at the same time as season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms. Which means you and your boyfriend Owen were both incredibly busy filming in two different time zones. You guys tried your best to talk when you were free and keep each other updated with what was going on in your shows, but it got more difficult as time went on.

You loved your boyfriend and you missed him but between your two schedules you felt like you were putting more effort in talking to him than he was you. You guys actually haven’t talked in a few days and you were the last one to text and call him.

You get he was busy, you were too, but it still felt like he wasn’t putting even a little effort into trying to talk to you.

So here you are today, reading lines sitting in your makeup chair getting ready for today’s scenes. This season they introduced a new character to play your love interest and today was the big scene between the two of you.

You were nervous, really nervous. Charmed was your first ever show that you booked and so far you’ve had no love interest so you didn’t have scenes like the one today. You were a professional and you knew you could do it but still you were nervous. It would be nice to tell your boyfriend about it, Owen is usually really good at calming your nerves but he just seems to be ignoring you.

“Y/N it’s your time to shine, let’s go!” You hear Tami your director yell.

You sigh at her words, stand up and shake your hands at your side; before you walk onto the street for your scene.

You think to yourself, you’ve got this, it’s only one scene. You’ve done plenty of other scenes in the past that have made you nervous before so it’s okay. It’s just why did this one feel different?

“Alright, you guys ready?” You hear Tami yell again.

Both you and Jake, your love interest, nod yes and get in your places.

“Okay, awesome. We’re gonna take it from the spot where you guys are talking about how you feel and you’re walking to Lily’s apartment” Tami tells the two of you.

She walks back to the camera and sits in her chair. Everyone on set quiets down as the lights flash, and you see her hands counting down from three to one.

Then one hits, that’s your cue.

“You know Steven, you really didn’t have to walk me back to my apartment.” You tell him and turn to smile at him, placing a hand on his arm.

“I know Lily, you can totally handle yourself but it was an excuse to spend more time with you.” He tells you.

You respond with a smile. The two of your characters walking through the street making small talk with one another.

Until the two of you reach the destination of where your two characters were going. This is when it’s gonna happen, just take a deep breath and it’ll be okay.

You stop and turn to look at Jake, who’s character is Steven. You grab one of his hands and say,

“Well thanks again Steven, I appreciate it. I liked having the extra time with you too.”

He smiles back at you and takes a step towards you. He places a hand on your cheek and you lean into it slightly.

“Me too.” He whispers out. You both just look at each other smiling and that’s when he leans in. The two of yours lips meeting for a kiss.

You two stay standing with your lips interlocked for a few more seconds until you hear Tami yell, “Cut.” At her words the two of you step apart.

“That was great the two of you really, perfect! Could have not gone better!” She tells the both of you. You send her a small smile.

You think to yourself that really wasn’t that bad, your nerves no longer getting the best of you. You grab your things and make your way to your trailer; it was a long morning and a nap wouldn’t hurt.

Upon making it to your trailer, you fling yourself onto the bed you have in there. Almost immediately falling asleep, face first in your pillows, letting slumber take over you.

You have no idea how long you had been asleep for but the constant buzzing of your phone on your bed besides you wakes you up.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you reach over to grab your phone. You squint at the sudden bright light from your phone reading the few messages you have. One catches your attention first. It’s from Owen, it reads.

“You should really check twitter. Thanks.”

You think to yourself that’s a lot of periods and does not seem good. You can’t help but panic a little that’s not a normal text from Owen, especially after not talking for a few days.

You close the message app and quickly open the twitter app. It doesn’t take long in your scrolling for you to stumble upon what seems to have upset your boyfriend.

It was pictures of you and Jake kissing in front of the building. The photos don’t show the cast or crew filming the scene, it really is just the two of you. Your heart picks up at the sight of the photo, it doesn’t look good. How did someone get this photo and how did it blow up so fast? You think to yourself, right now that doesn’t matter though. Owen is what matters.

You quickly call Owen wanting to explain to him the reality behind it. Your phone rings twice then it gets sent to voicemail. You scrunch your eyebrows and call him again, voicemail again. You call again and again, and then finally you get an answer.

“What do you want Y/N?” You hear Owen snap at you.

“I wanted to call you to explain what that photo was as I can only assume that’s why you’re so upset.” You tell him, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Oh what you could only assume is what I’m upset by?? I actually loved seeing photos of MY girlfriend kissing another guy. It was actually really great getting to see that and hear about it from Charlie.” Owen snaps again.

“You don’t have to be so rude about it Owen, it’s not what it looks like. That’s Jake, not some random guy! It was for-“ He cuts you off.

“Oh great to know it wasn’t some random guy. You know what I really don’t feel like talking to you right now. I’ve got to go.” He says quickly trying to get you off the phone fast.

“You better stop that Joyner and listen to me for one second.” The tone of your voice making him stop his movements to end the call. He doesn’t say anything so you take that as your cue.

“First of all that’s Jake, my co-star, and that was a scene for our show. He is playing my character’s love interest actually.” Your frustration building as you take to him. “And you would know that if you took any time to actually talk to me instead of ignoring me for days on end. You don’t put any effort into this like I do, I know what’s going on in your scenes. I bet you could not tell me one thing that’s going on in mine!”

Your met with silence.

“Ya that’s what I thought Owen, so you know what goodbye, have fun learning about my show through the internet.” You tell him before you hang up, not letting him get another word in.

Tears slip from your eyes as you gather your things to go home. You checked the time and it was 6 PM. Your nap was a lot longer than you thought but you could go home now, they told you if they didn’t get you by 5, they wouldn’t need you for the rest of the day.

Tears continue to cloud your vision as you drive through the streets of LA to your apartment. You have music playing quietly during your drive hoping it would help calm you down but the tears still fall.

You feel bad, guilty even. If you were in Owen’s shoes and saw photos like that on the internet with no context you would be just as mad and hurt by it. You shouldn’t have reacted that way, you should have stayed calm but he didn’t give you the time to explain. Your hurt from not talking to him for days and feeling like he was ignoring you just built up and took over.

Once you reach your apartment you quickly shuffle into the building and into your unit. You didn’t want to be far from your bed much longer, the comfort of it calling you. You quickly strip from your clothes and into you pajamas, which was just underwear and one of Owen’s shirts.

You crawl into bed and check your phone one last time, nothing. No notifications, absolutely nothing. You lock it and put it on its charger. You settle into your pillows and pull the sheets over you, covering half of your face, letting sleep take over you and a few more tears slipping from your eyes.

You don’t know how long you were asleep for but a loud banging woke up you, déjà vu. The pounds don’t stop as you turn over and check the time on your phone. It read 6:02 AM. A lot earlier than you would have liked to be woken up.

You stretch and pull your shirt down to cover your thighs. You let your feet lead you to the door where the banging continued. You open the door not even thinking twice, getting ready to yell at whoever decided it was a good time to wake you up this early.

You stop dead in your tracks, the words lost in your throat, your mouth just hanging open slightly. Your face to face with Owen.

He doesn’t say a word, he just pushes past you to get into your apartment. Your left standing at your door alone, still shocked and confused.

“You know it’s probably a good idea to close the door Y/N, especially with the whole no pants thing going on.” Owen says facing you.

You blush slightly at his words, closing the door and tugging the shirt down hoping it would cover more of your skin. It’s not like it’s nothing he’s seen before but his gaze on you right now, left you feeling vulnerable.

“What are you doing here O?” You ask him, walking into the living room and going to sit on your couch. Owen follows your lead.

It’s so quiet, and the atmosphere around the two of you is awkward. It was never like this between you and Owen, neither of you liked it very much.

Owen sits next to you, leaving space between the two of you so he could turn to face you, putting one of his legs on the couch.

“Soooo...” You trail off hoping to start some type of conversation, anything was better than the silence.

“I didn’t like the way we left off on that conversation, both of us obviously hurt and it didn’t feel like something that should have been fixed over the phone.” He tells you, one of his hands grabbing onto yours. “I jumped on the first plane after that phone call, I needed to see you.”

“I-okay...” You say, taking your hand from his to rub your eyes and yawning. The mix of exhaustion and confusion not helping you put together words. You place your hand on his again.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I should have given you a chance to explain or even say something before I got so frustrated. I should have let you talk before trying to hang up on you immediately. I just, it was really hard seeing those photos and knowing nothing.” He tells you, leaning forward a little more. He’s able to catch your gaze.

“No I know, I’m sorry too O. I know I overreacted a bit just yelling and hanging up on you. It was just you called and yelled without giving me a chance to really speak, and that was the first time we’ve spoken in days. I let my own frustration get to me.” You tell him.

“If it was the other way around, I would reacted similarly too. I don’t even want to think how I would feel seeing a photo of you kissing a girl with no context.”

Owen lets go of your hand to push some hair out of your face. He lets his hand cup your cheek after.

“I think we both were upset and instead of talking it out we just took it out on each other instead.” You nod your head agreeing with him.

“You know I’ve missed you love, it’s not easy being so far away.”

“I know Owen, that’s why I was so upset. I feel like whenever I have the chance I’m facetiming you or texting you just to give us some time to be together in some way, but it never felt reciprocated. I know you’re busy, you know out of anyone, I understand that. But baby, I stopped trying and we didn’t talk for 4 days before yesterday.” You’re able to get all of that out without tears falling and you feel proud of yourself.

Owen’s looking at you as you tell him those things. He sees you gulping a little harder and the glaze over your eyes, he knows you’re trying not to cry. He still has his hand cupping your cheek.

“I know Y/N, I want you to know how sorry I am about that. We’re both busy but it’s not okay that I but you on the back burner just because I know you understand. It just work has gotten extra busy it feels like lately and then I’m exhausted, I know that’s not a good excuse but it was never my intention to make you feel not important or like I don’t care about what you have going on.” The tears finally slip from your eyes. His fingers brushing them away as they fall.

He pulls you closer and into his chest to hold you. It breaks his heart seeing you like this and knowing it was because of him.

“I get it O; I miss you so much and sometimes it gets super hard. All I wanted to do was tell you about what was happening in my scenes this week, especially because I was so nervous to do it.”

“I miss you too and completely understand that. You know how much I love to hear about what you’ve got going on in your scenes, especially this week’s scene I would have liked to know that one.” He tells you with a small laugh as his hands rub your back. You lean back a little and leave a small slap on his chest, a small chuckle leaving you as well.

“Trust me I would have liked you knowing what was going on too. I would have liked that a lot more than you finding out over the internet.” You tell him.

“It did get you here though, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.” You offer him with a laugh, him reciprocating.

“Oh whatever Y/L/N.” He says before leaning in to give you a kiss. Your lips meeting his, you melt into the kiss. Oh how you’ve missed your boyfriend and the feeling of his lips on yours.

You smile as the two of you break apart.

“We good now?” He asks you.

“Yes, we’re good now.” You tell him with a smile.

“Also I promise no more ignoring and I will put more effort in. I wanna know what you’ve got going on, that way I can pretend I’m here with you and the distance doesn’t seem so bad.”

You lean into his chest at his words, his arms wrapping around you and squeezes your hips.

“As long as we’re both in this together O, it’ll all be just fine.”

His lips meet yours for another sweet kiss. You lay happily in each other’s arms for the next few hours until you had to go to set. You leave for set Owen in tow, hand in yours, as you update him on everything you’ve got going on and answering all his questions. Both of you happier than ever.

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ickymichi · 3 years

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

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✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they��re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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#🎸.my band #🤍.satori #tendou fic #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou headcanon #tendou smut #tendou x y/n #haikyuu tendou

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thequeenxofhearts · 3 years

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“Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”

Jason Todd x Reader | One-Shot

Summary: Jason is worried when Y/N doesn’t come home from work. Follow up to “Close your eyes...you’re safe now.”

“Just keep an eye out for her…thanks Damian.”

Jason hung up the phone and began pacing the living room again. Y/N was supposed to have been home a few hours ago but when she did not return home, Jason called her phone.

There was no answer.

He rang a few more times, and there was still no answer.

He called Bruce but no criminal activity came up on the Bat computer, and Bruce admitted that he had not gotten around to putting a tracker in Y/N so he couldn’t find her.

“I suggest you stay home in case she turns up. Tim’s on patrol tonight, I’ll send Damian out with him to look for her.” Bruce said, “Don’t worry Jason, she’ll turn up.”

But worrying was all Jason did.

The last few days he had noticed that Y/N had not been herself. He wondered if maybe she was having a hard time at work…she had not been the same since the Joker attacked her workplace a while ago.

But he knew she wanted to get back to work, she had had a lot of time off but he wondered if eventually she got sick of being at home and being bored and wanted to go to work.

But he knew she would not have gone if she really didn’t want to.

Then he began to remember specific things that had been happening recently, she was not that interested in watching the TV as she used to be, she was struggling to get into the books that were stacked on the shelves.

She was eating less than usual, and she spent more time in the shower than she normally did.

His phone lit up. He grabbed it, hoping it would be a message from Y/N, or about her. But it was just a stupid app update notification.

He saw his battery was running low, so he went into the bedroom to get the charger.

As he opened the door, he noticed the curtains were still open. Giving him the view of the city outside. And how it was getting darker outside. He looked at his watch; 6:41PM

He felt his stomach drop.

She had never been this late home without telling him where she was, and what time she thought she would be back.

He was getting more and more worried.

His phone vibrated in his hand, it was Tim’s number, “Tim?”

“I’m sorry Jay, I can’t find her. I searched the park and most other placed where I know she’s been, but a lot of stores are closing for the night. I doubt she’d be in one of them.”

Jason ran his hand through his hair, “Where is she?” He muttered.

“Jason, it’s starting to rain.” Tim’s voice was filled with sorrow.

Jason went to the window. Tim was right, rain began spitting onto the window, and it started getting heavier.

“I’ll keep looking for her Jay, I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thanks Timmy.”

He hung up, and just as he did, Damian called, but he basically told Jason what Tim had just told him.

So, Jason called Bruce, “I need to be out there looking for her, Bruce.”

“Jason you need to be home in case sh-”

“In case she turns up, I know! But I’m no good to her worrying at home, am I?” Jason exclaimed.

“I’ll keep an eye on the computer, if anything comes up I’ll send the boys to check it out. I’ll keep you updated Jason.” And with that, he hung up.

Jason leant against the wall and slid to the ground.

He brought his legs up to his chest and buried his face in his hands.

Maybe Bruce was right, maybe he should stay home in case Y/N comes back. But he didn’t know where else to look for her, both Damian and Tim couldn’t find her. He didn’t know what to do.

He thought about everything he had done when he realised Y/N had come home; he’d called her several times and tried to remember the conversation they’d had before she left for work this morning, but he couldn’t remember her saying she was going anywhere.

But he knew that sometimes after work, she would go across to the bookstore opposite her workplace, but she would not be there for hours, maybe half an hour at the most.

At four o’clock, he called her workplace, but they said she left one-thirty. Normally it would have been two o’clock, but it was quiet, and she seemed tired, so they let her go early. It was then that he called Bruce and told him what had happened.

He was angry at himself for not going to look for her.

He wasn’t angry with her for not coming home, he thought maybe she needed sometime to herself and didn’t think to tell him, but now that neither Bruce, Damian or, Tim could find her, he was more and more worried.

He looked at the photograph of the two of them on the bedside cabinet. He remembered where and when it was taken; the apartment he was in right now, two years ago when they moved in.

Previously they had been living in Y/N’s old apartment, but it was too small for all of them. It was ok when they first started dating as Jason was living in the old Ace Chemicals factory, and he was just spending nights with her. But nights turned into weekends, and he eventually moved it.

But the small apartment just wasn’t big enough for the both of them, so they moved into this current apartment together two years ago.

Jason eventually told Y/N about his alias, and about his family, but it didn’t bother her as much as he thought it would; much to his relief.

She worried about him, he knew that, and she tried to stay awake when he was on patrol at night, but most of the time she fell asleep. Jason once joked, telling her it was her job to keep the bed warm for him.

He smiled at the memory, and then tears stung his eyes, “God I hope you’re ok.” He muttered.

A few seconds later, he heard the front door opening. He quickly got to his feet and ran to the kitchen. Y/N had just closed the front door behind her.

She had gotten caught in the rain, her coat was wet, and her hair. Her face was wet, but he knew she had been crying.

“Y/N!” Jason exclaimed, he ran to her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and he heard her quietly sobbing on his chest. “Where have you been?” He asked, peeling her coat off, and hanging it on the back of one of the chairs next to the heater.

He held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, “Y/N?”

“I’m sorry.” She muttered, but Jason held her again.

He took her over to the sofa and wrapped a blanket around her before pulling her down with him on the sofa.

All she had said was, “I had a bad day.”

Jason brushed her wet hair out of her face, kissing her forehead again. “It’s ok now.” He whispered.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

She shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You’ll feel better.”

“I dunno Jay. I feel like everything in my head is all jumbled, and I don’t know what to do.”

Jason sighed, “Go take a shower, I don’t want you getting a cold. When you’re finished we’ll talk, alright?” He smiled sweetly; Y/N nodded.

“You’re not mad?” She asked.

“No, I’m not mad at you.” He replied.

Y/N went to the en suite bathroom, she closed the door behind her and a few seconds later Jason heard the shower coming on.

He was so relieved that she was home safely, but he had another problem to sort out.

He called Bruce and told him she was home safe.

“I’m glad she’s ok Jason, I told you she would come home. Where was she?”

“I don’t know, she’s taking a shower but when she’s finished, I’ll find out.”

“I’ll call the boys and let them know she’s home.” And Bruce hung up.

Jason opened one of the kitchen cupboards, and he pulled out the bottle of whisky he and Y/N had been saving ‘in case of emergencies’

He grabbed two whisky glasses and poured a little drop into each glass.

He went back to the couch and picked up his phone. Whilst he still a little bit of power in it, he called Domino’s Pizza and ordered pizza for them both, he knew she liked the garlic dough balls so he ordered them as well.

He went to the bedroom to charge his phone up, and while he was in there, he thought he would grab Y/N’s pyjamas, some underwear, and some thick socks for her. He put them on the radiator, so they were warm for her when she put them on.

He heard the shower turning off and about five minutes after that, she came out of the bedroom, wearing the pyjamas that he had put on the radiator for her.

Jason opened his arms and she fell onto the sofa next to him, and snuggled against his warm body. He wrapped the blanket around her and reached for her glass of whisky on the coffee table.

She took it gratefully.

“Are we gonna talk now?” He asked gently. After taking a sip of the whisky, she nodded.

“What’s the matter then?” He asked, stroking her hair.

“I don’t know.”

“You haven’t been yourself since you went back to work.” Jason commented, and she nodded, “I think that’s it.”

“You think you went back too soon?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think I wanted to go back at all.”

Jason kissed the top of her head, “Why did you go back?”

She sighed, “I didn’t want to be at home all the time…and I didn’t want you to think that I couldn’t handle it.”

“If you weren’t ready to go back, you didn’t have to. Doesn’t matter what I think, my love.” He held her tighter, and firmly pressed his lips to her head again.

“Go in tomorrow with your resignation. Take some time off and when you’re ready, look for another job.”

“That’s easier said than done, it’s gonna take ages to find another job.” Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“I dunno I heard a certain billionaire is hiring at Wayne Enterprises.” Jason smirked, Y/N smiled.

Jason smiled, “Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?” He squeezed her tightly, kissing her forehead again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied.

There was a knock at the door.

“Dinners here!” Jason exclaimed.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, as Jason opened the door, she saw the Domino’s Pizza delivery guy standing at the door with 3 boxes. Jason gave him the money and returned to the couch with the boxes.

“I ordered your favourite; something cheesy and spicey, with stuffed crust and dough balls.” He winked; Y/N smiled again. “Thanks Jay.”

“My pleasure, babe.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #robin #red robin #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #my otp #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #mentions of domino's pizza

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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You should totally write more for Han Lue! I read the request and it was awesome 😍 Maybe you could write something about Han kissing the reader for the first time 😍

Oh my god!! I’m so so sorry it took so so long to write this!! I honestly forgot I had it in my drafts. I literally started writing it, then I was stuck doing work. Then I forgot about. I’m so sorry. I apologiz for taking so long! I hope you like this. 🥺🥺❤️

Y/n was getting ready for the race today. She wasn’t necessarily drag racing tonight, but was prepared just in case. She grabbed the keys to her black and white 1960 Chevrolet Chevelle ss twin turbo. And then her bag. Then she made her way to the strip where the race was.

Han walked around the drag race. Looking at a few muscle cars and talking to a few people he knew. He knew who was when he heard the purr of her engine. He knew who it was, they’ve know each other for years.

She pulled her black and white chevelle right next to Doms charger. As she got out everyone around was looking at her chevelle.

“Y/n! Where have you been?!” Dom came over giving her a huge bear hug.

“Out of town visiting some family back home.” Y/n explained, a big smile plastered on her face.

“Well it’s been too long since I’ve seen you last!” She smirked as she smack his shoulder playfully. “Well you could’ve called or something. I would’ve answered.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“Are you racing?” He asked pointing at her updated car. “Maybe, I just fixed the engine to a twin turbo big block, so.” She trailed off as Dom nodded.

“Well, I think you should. You like a good challenge.” Han said as he walked up to his friends.

“Are you racing?” Y/n asked Han as he wrapped her into a hug.

“Maybe, you wanna go race me?” He challenged her with a smirk. “What’re we racing for?” She challenged back. He just looked at her thinking of what he should say.

When he stayed quiet she answered for him.

“How ‘bout we find out at the end of the race.” He nodded. The two got into their cars and went to the start line.

She pulled her black and white chevelle next to hans black and orange 1997 Mazda RX-7 FD.

“Ready?”

Y/n revved her engine nodding to the woman ahead of her. Han doing the same thing as he looked at Y/n who seemed determined to when.

“Go!” Y/n sped off with a jolt. Pushing the muscle car into the gear needed.

She hummed along to the song which was playing in her car radio. Mumbling out a few words when the choirs played.

She looked in her review seeing Han slowly reaching her. She smiled as he got right beside her. Looking at her as he continued driving side-by-side. She watched as his hand moved over to his NOS switch. She watched him go ahead of her, but for long. Turning the NOS on in her car she went even faster.

She could see the line of people right where the end was at. She was right behind Han. She passed him just in time to cross the line before him.

She smiled as she slowly rolled to a stop.

“I won, what’s my prize?” Y/n asked as she walked over to the man.

He smiled as he walked over to her.

He placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her into a loving, passionate kiss. He would think she would pull back as soon as he pulled her into the kiss, yet she didn’t. She let him kiss her.

“That’s my prize?” She asked with a smirk.

“Go on a date with me?” He asked as he looked down at her.

She nodded giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “You got yourself a deal.” She whispered against his lips. The two ignoring the whoops and whistles from the friends and family surrounding them.

“It’s about damn time!” Dom said with a smile.

“Yes it is.” Han nodded his arms around Y/ns waist.

#fast and the furious tokyo drift #hans #fast and the furious x reader #reader x han #han x reader #sean boswell #dom toretto x reader #dom x letty #mia toretto #mia toretto x brian o’connor #reader insert #requested #answered request

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eleanorbloom · 3 years

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Adore You (Bryce x MC) 🍋🍋🍋

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 23. Dry Humping | Breasts Worship | Frottage (Mods, I know I’m late, please forgive me 😭😭😭)

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! This is my official last kinktober fic. I have still a few half written but I’ll post them some other time. I actually no need a fest to write and post smut at this point 🤣 so I hope you don’t mind if I tag you in smut fics in the future. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore, just let me know!

I swear, I SWEAR I DIDN’T COPY BRYCE WORDS FROM LAST CHAPTER. I had this fic sleeping for two weeks, but I didn’t have the inpo to finish this until a couple of days.

A/N 2: Nikka, whether you read this on Tumblr or AO3, I hope you don’t mind. That’s all I have to say.

A/N3: This fic follows the events of Eighth Deadly Sin, my first kinkntober fic.

Taglist: @romewritingshop @utterlyinevitable @starrystarrytrouble @lahellacute @lahamseiroshoe @princesslahela @hermosaofraleighcarrera @choicesficwriterscreations @lucy-268 @interobanginyourmom @bratzlahela @mercury84choices @openheartfanfics

I hope you enjoy it!

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The chatting of June and Baz was the first thing she heard when the doors slid open. “Hey, you okay?” Baz said looking at Eleanor from head to toes, her cheeks rosy and her face somewhat shimmering against the artificial light hanging over her head.

“Yeah, why?” She knew why, but she had to play the dumb. Luckily, it would work out with him.

“You’re all blushed.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me the pager found you at the other end of the building. I hate when that happens.”

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed even more. Not even the light pace and the quick stop to the bathroom to alleviate the heat on her face had been enough.

What could she say? ‘Oh, no, it’s just that I gave my boyfriend a massive blowjob in a supply closet, don’t worry, it’ll pass?’ Hell no.

“Actually yeah, I was heading to the E.R.”

‘They’re fucking diagnosticians, I bet June already knows what I was into. Baz would never, he’s too oblivious, and Ethan… I don’t know if his mind will go directly to the gutter just because I’m blushed. Oh, the hell with it, no one has caught me in anything.’

Eleanor tried to move on by taking a seat beside Baz and asking for an update on the case they’ve been trying to diagnose the whole day. A few seconds later, Ethan walked towards the table and informed her of the last results as he started to cross out some theories written over the whiteboard.

The rest of the day went in a blur trying to discard some other theories, until, finally, Baz came up with the final idea.

Once her shift was over, she changed her scrubs for a gray wool skirt with a green mint sweater, put her black jacket on, grabbed her bag, and after a few minutes of walking under the snow, she took the train towards Bryce’s apartment.

The delicious smell floating around the apartment invaded her nostrils the moment Keiki opened the door. “Hey Ella, glad I get to see you!”

“Hey Keiki, me too.” Eleanor gave her a quick hug before the younger Lahela returned to the table and placed three glasses and three napkins in their usual spots.

Eleanor took a few steps to the couch to set her bag there when she noticed Keiki’s backpack was set there too, but completely full as if it was ready for a trip or something. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m staying over at a friend’s house tonight. We have a physics test tomorrow and she asked me to help her study, she couldn’t handle some topics.”

“Awww, and as the future astronomer of the family, of course you’ll use your star power to help her. That’s really nice of you.”

“She has been really sweet with me since the beginning, one of the few that didn’t judge me for my parents.” She shrugged and gave Eleanor a shy smile. “And I actually enjoy teaching physics, so…”

“I’m glad you have friends here, Keiki.”

Eleanor smiled at her before sauntering to the kitchen where Bryce was turning off the griller. He was wearing a pine green hoodie with dark jeans. His normal winter outfit at home. “Hey, love. This smells fantastic” She took him by the hips and lean on his tiptoes to kiss him. He smooched back sweetly.

“Hey, gorgeous. And I bet it’s tasting even better” He winked.

“Look at you, four months ago you didn’t even know how to cook pasta and now, all confident as if it was an appendectomy.”

“What can I say? I’m talented and I put everything in me when I’m interested in something.”

“Of course you do, Goldie.” She patted him on his head, teasingly.

Bryce chuckled and without prior notice, he bent down her face and licked her cheek wet and long.

“Bryce!” She giggled. “What the fuck?!” Eleanor brought a hand over her cheek to dry the trail of saliva Bryce had left.

“If I’m gonna be a Goldie to you, I have to be in full mode, don’t you think?” He leaned again, but this time Eleanor moved as a reflex. However, Bryce was faster, so he managed to cup her head with both hands. But he only leaned to brush his lips over her earlobe before whispering, “And once Keiki’s gone, I’ll do it everywhere, so get used to it.”

She gulped and a shiver went down her spine and ended between her tights. Yes, just that simple words, that sole thought left her all wet. She had been imagining to be alone with Bryce in his room every spare time she found that afternoon. But alone in his apartment? Hell, no.

Karma was definitely manifesting.

He gave her a smug grin at her reaction before turning around and grab a spoon from the drawer.

After shaking off the sinful thoughts off her head, she strolled to his side, to help him serve the dinner: grilled beef with rice and vegetables.

Half an hour later, Eleanor was doing the dishes, when Keiki’s cellphone rang.

“Okay, Nikka’s mother is here to pick me up, I’m leaving!” Keiki pocketed her cellphone in her jacket and then flung her backpack over her shoulder in one swift motion. “Bye Ella, nice to see you!” She blew her a kiss fast as she was approaching the door.

“You too, Keiki, have a nice study session and I hope you ace that test tomorrow.”

“Thank you! Bye bro!”

“You have everything you need with you? Phone charger, pajamas, pads, wallet, money, EarPods, books, pencils, pencil case?”

“Bryce! Stop messing. I have everything with me.”

“Well, I may not be your father, but I have to do the usual questions adults do to teenagers when they make sleepovers.”

“Oh, and you’re an adult? I would’ve never guessed.” She snorted before getting out of the apartment.

Eleanor chuckled from the kitchen, “I love that kid.”

“You don’t miss a moment, do you?” He said as he saw Eleanor placing the last plate on the dish dryer, and then walked towards her to wrap his arms around her hips, pressing his body flush to hers.

“You don’t miss a moment when we’re alone, do you?” She teased her hands over his and turning her head to one side so Bryce could kiss her cheek.

“I’ve been wishing to be alone with you here for months, so, no, I won’t miss a single second.” He kissed down to her jaw, to finally rest his lips on the crook of her neck for a couple of seconds, until finally went up to her earlobe, sucking it playfully. His hands slid up to her waist, ribcage until he reached her breasts. “At last. I’ve been imagining them in my hands since you left the supply closet.”

Eleanor lolled her head back, resting it over his shoulder, not doing even the slightest effort to dissimulate the pleasure his hands were provoking in her.

There was no need.

“What else have you been imagining?”

“Well, for starters, getting rid of all your clothes until I have you completely naked over me.” Bryce sank a hand under her sweater and blouse and Eleanor felt his soft warm skin gripping her. Then his hand traveled up her chest, his fingers teasingly percolating under the fabric of her bra.

“Fuck”, she sighed. “And what do you want me naked for?”

“I want you naked so I can touch your tits and pinching them, kissing them, sucking them, hard, so hard, just as you like…” A soft moan escaped her mouth, and then, a whimper died in her throat when he pulled the lace down and pinched one nipple with his thumb and index. “And I touch you… and I suck you until you cum, until you shake over me…”

Bryce was about to tug her sweater out when a noise at the door startled them. The only thing he reacted to do, was pulling his hands out of her clothes, and place them in her hips.

And of course, to perform his best nonchalant face.

“Sorry, tomorrow I have p.e. and forgot my snickers!” Keiki said in a hurry, running to Bryce’s room, where she had all her clothes and shoes.

Bryce feigned to be really focused on only kissing Eleanor on the cheek. “God… this kid… I asked her if she had everything”, he complained loudly like they weren’t doing anything sinful before she got in. They walked to the hallway, Bryce not freeing Eleanor a single inch from his body, always wrapping her from the back, and somehow both managing the blush.

“Dude, give her some space” The girl teased, with her snickers on one hand before disappearing behind the door.

Bryce waited only a couple of seconds before sinking his hands under Eleanor’s shirt again, and whispered sultrily against her ear: “Now, where were we?”

“Let’s check that she goes this time, okay?” Eleanor untangled herself from Bryce’s arms and walked toward the living room window and looked down. After a minute, Keiki ran toward a SUV, where she got in. Seconds later, the car turned around the corner and disappeared.

Completely sure no one would interrupt them, Eleanor turned around and smiled at him “Now, where were we?” She repeated, before pouncing over Bryce and kissing him passionately. As the exchange escalated quickly into desperate bites for their bodies, none of them couldn’t help the ragged breaths and soft moans escaping from their throats.

Bryce, finally, at last, could tug her shirt and sweater off, only leaving her with her indigo bra. The same happened with her skirt, and the only thing that was left was her black pantyhose. “I can help you with that,” She said peeling herself from the delicate fabric.

When she looked up again to resume the kiss, she found her boyfriend already contemplating. There was something soft beyond all that hunger and desire. “You’re always so stunning, babe.”

“And you are beautiful and hot, and sexy, and I need to see more of you.” She purred, sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled hips tensing at her touch. She grabbed the hem of his Henley, and pulled it off, exposing his broad and muscled chest, smooth and warm, radiating the most exquisite heat that always characterizes him. That makes him the best hugger in the world. “Mmmmh yes.”

“I thought I was the one who wanted you naked.”

“I didn’t have the chance to tell my fantasy. And my fantasy is feeling your skin and all your heat against mine.”

"You can't resist my body, eh?" He gloated while Eleanor was unbuckling his jeans and tugging them down his ankles.

"No, I can't. Clothes are definitely a nuisance if it’s on you.”

Bryce took two steps to get rid of them and circled his arms around the small of her back. "What, would you want me naked all day if you could?"

“Should be in the ten commandments.”

“I really am nothing but a piece of meat to you, eh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I ate you out so good this afternoon.” She pouted and gave him a knowing smirk.

Bryce bit his lip, fascinated. “In that case, I demand you’re my piece of meat tonight.”

“Bon Appetit, then, mon amour” And she captured her lips in his, thirsty, before circling her arms around his neck. Bryce lifted her up in one motion and carried her to the couch, where he sat down carefully, and Eleanor shifted her legs so they could straddle him.

They kissed passionately, fervently, voraciously. Being alone in the department was being such a turn on, more than they could’ve imagined. It was like all the passion, the longing and desire bottled up in all those months, were finally uncorking with every touch, every breath, every moan. “God, I feel like I’m gonna fuck you in so many ways, and everywhere…” He breathed, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw.

“Except for Keiki’s bed, right?”

“Yeah, except that, that’s sacred.”

She chuckled, “Thank god you have some common sense.”

He continued pressing his lips now against her neck, sucking deeply when he reached her clavicle.

“Bryce, how many times I have to tell you… fuck”, his hands gripping her breasts roughly stopped her, the pressure on her skin making her anticipation grow inside her. After a few seconds, he moved both hands to her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor impatiently.

He didn’t wait a second before sucking her nipple with her mouth and pinching the other with his fingers.

She sighed.

“All fucking afternoon imagining your tits in my mouth, sucking them hard... And finally…” When he sucked the other nipple, Eleanor moaned and started to buck her hips.

“Holy shit, baby”

God. His hot breath against her sensitive skin, his expert and quick movements against her buds made her pleasure invade every fiber of her body.

Then, Bryce sank a hand in her underwear and grabbed her butt, but he stopped after a few seconds. “Baby, you’re not as I imagined you.” He whispered sultry, hooking the hem of her underwear with her thumb.

“I can fix that very quickly” She assured, and then stood up in front of him, both breasts wet and shiny with his saliva, and her nipples red and erected in his direction.

Eleanor took both sides of his lacy indigo underwear down, and now was standing completely naked in front of him. “That’s better?”

Bryce leaned to her and slid his hands to her sides, his eyes roaming her body from her toes, up her curvy and rounded tights, and stopping in her hipbones, where he kissed them softly and ceremoniously at each side. Then a trail of kisses following up her waist, breasts, and chest. Eleanor straddled him again, so he continued on her shoulders, neck until he reached her chin and stopped. “My love, you are… god, I think words are not enough this time.” His voice was husky and low. Intimate. His gaze intense and transparent. Breathtaking. It made her heart skip a beat the way he was looking at her. And the way he was calling her.

There were a few times when Bryce would use the words my love. It’s not that Eleanor wasn’t his love, but he only used those when he was completely and perfectly and incandescently in love. Enamored. Bewitched. Like a golden retriever trained only to love and worship her.

Just like now.

“Then show me”

“I will.”

She pressed her lips against his impatiently. She was burning inside, and she knew the fabric of his boxer was already wet with her arousal.

He kissed down her chest again, hands roaming all over her body while his tongue was licking her nipple. “Fuck, yes” She whimpered, rubbing her nub against his crotch, finding some relief, but the desire was too much. The sensations, overwhelming. His soft touch on her skin, tracing the curves of her back, gripping her ass, pressing her hips while his mouth was sucking her breast hard was mind-blowing. She was dizzy, she lost all focus, there were so many places when she was feeling pleasure, and above all that pleasure, she could feel the love, every touch, every studied move he was doing, not only to please her and make her come, but to show her how much he loved her.

He was adoring her.

“Bryce… Bryce…” She moaned “Ohhh, fuck”

Then he parted a little from her, took both breasts with his hands, and brought them as close as he could and began to lick them alternately and quickly like he had two ice cream cones and was tasting one at a time.

“Bryce, baby, you’re amazing.” She cried, sensing her folds almost painfully swollen, and her climax near.

“I told you I’d make you cum this way”

“And I believed the very second you told me so.”

Bryce brought a hand to her waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing her against his tights, her sex tickling, craving for touch, but she needed to reach that so wanted orgasm only with her tits. She knew Bryce would do it amazingly.

He brought the tip of his tongue back to her nipple and Eleanor brought both hands to his head, forcing him to stay there for a while. “Ohh baby I’m so close.”

He frantically slid the tip of his tongue into one nipple, then the other, and when he determined which was the one that caused her the most pleasure, he simply asked to confirm. "You prefer this one, right?" He whispered sucking her right breast, and Eleanor nodded with a small voice.

“Yes…”

Bryce continued to grab both breasts, but he slid his tongue down her right nipple and stayed there, waiting for her release.

“Come on, my love, I’ve got you.” He whispered while his thumbs were drawing circles in her swollen and reddened nipples. “Cum over me, babe.”

He sucked and licked her again, and again until he felt her hips move convulsively and her head lolled back, moaning hard. “Bryce, oh my god, yes!” feeling all her body electrified.

Then, she cupped his head with both hands, pulling his hair to rest her forehead against his. Her body warm with pleasure, and dizzy with sensations still coursing through her body.

Without noticing his intentions, she suddenly felt his thumb rubbing her folds and drawing circles over her clit. “Bryce, what the fuck”, she protested husky, her hips bucking as reflex.

He ignored her and kept moving his fingers, and every now and then sinking his fingers between her folds. “Come on, baby, I know you can do this”, he incited.

And she started to moan again, desperately, her legs shaking. And then, her whole body. The desire killing her slowly.

That was a whole new orgasm, different sensations, and he knew. He perfectly knew she could give him another.

She kissed her frantically, moaning hard, her body convulsing over him.

“Yes, baby, give it to me, you’re just as I imagined you.”

He had two fingers inside her, and his thumb rubbing her clit. His hand all wet with her arousal, just as he wanted.

“You’re insane, you know that?” She said laboriously.

“You like me insane, you love me insane”

“Yes, babe, and please never change.”

Hard kiss again and he brought his two wet fingers to his sensitive spot and drew circles until she came screaming against his mouth “Fuck, fuck, FUCK, BRYCE!” while all her body was shuddering and her tiptoes curved furiously.

Her words drew the smugest and most satisfactory smile Bryce had felt in a long time.

He only stopped moving his fingers until he obtained the last drop of her orgasm, when she became quiet for a moment and then collapsed to one side of the coach, her breath ragging and his skin damp with lustful sweat.

It took her more than usual to catch her breath.

“Are you okay babe?” He asked after a minute, leaning onto her.

“Yeah, I’m great, more than great, actually.”

“Good enough to give me a third?”

“Fuck, yes”

Bryce stood up and lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the kitchen counter.

“And you’re telling me I am the insane here.”

Eleanor sank a hand under his evidently wet boxers, and stroke his hardened cock.

“What can I say? You inspire me”

She directed her length to her core, and stared at Bryce, waiting for him to do the rest. He complied instantly.

“I’m gonna ask this Nikka kid to invite Keiki more often.”

“Mmm, yes...” She squirmed as Bryce began to thrust her slowly. “Seconded.”

Both kept enjoying the rare solitude until, hours later, both collapsed on the bed, destroyed. And shower sex was still pending for tomorrow.

Eleanor couldn’t walk properly in two days and no one could erase the smug grin over Bryce’s face for the next three days.

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Yes that line that Eleanor said, I did copy it from yesterday’s chapter 😂

Thank you for reading!

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Time and Time Again (Part 1) 1930′s Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Prologue TBC in Part 2

Summary: An accident that should have killed you has instead left you stranded decades in the past with no apparent way to get home. You are saved and offered assistance by Kai Chisaki, a charming young man at the head of a powerful yakuza organization, who oddly enough believes your story. But Kai seems to have more on his mind concerning you than simply lending a helping hand, and as the days turn into weeks, you begin to wonder if he’s ever going to let you leave.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Warnings and tags will be updated as the chapters progress.

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME!

Frigid and stiff.

Those were just a few of the words that came to you as your eyes began to flutter open, the slight facial movement causing the splitting pain in your head to become the forefront notice of your mind. The rest of your body was sore and stiff as well, but your head was where the pain was the worst. You were wet, your clothes drenched, the cloth water logged and heavy as you tried to push yourself up. It hurt to move, but at least it didn’t feel like anything was broken or dislocated, that was a plus in your book.

Gingerly turning your head to look around, it took your brain a few moments to process and catch up with the events of what happened before you woke up in this state. It all came rushing back to you at once, the walk, finding the old path that led to the cliff and then the sudden breaking of the ground under your feet as you screamed and fell over the ledge. You tried to recall if you remembered hitting the water, but the rest up until now was blank, meaning you must have passed out during the fall. Your vision was blurry and your brain felt like mush, but even those handicaps didn’t get in the way of you determining that this place was nowhere near the spot you originally fell from. From what you could recall of the spot where you were before, one side of the river had been right up against the cliff wall that you had fallen from, you still had no idea how you survived a fall like that, and the other was along a rocky shore and a forest. Now though, the waters of the river were much calmer and the stretch of water was flanked on either side by sand and thick forest, the current having likely carried you quite a ways down before you washed up on this little shore.

On pure instinct, you reached into your still zipped up pocket for your phone, along with its accompanying solar powered charger and were amazed to find that the expensive waterproof/shock absorbent case had done its job and protected the delicate tech device’s. It turned on just fine and there wasn’t a scratch on it, but it was telling you that you had no service, so you would still need to find some sort of civilization or an area near a cell tower before you could get help.

“This is bad.” You said to yourself as you finally stood up on shaky legs. The movement caused your already splitting head to pound even harder and when you pulled your hand away from your temple, you were unsurprised to find that what you’d been hoping was just water running down your face was actually blood. “And it just keeps getting better and better.” You groaned, internally chastising yourself for not having brought a little first aid pack just in case and vowing to do so from now on no matter what.

Looking around, it was impossible to tell where you were or how far down the river had carried you, but you figured that your best option would be to follow the flow of the water and hope that it would eventually lead you to some place you could get help from.

As you slowly began making your way along the bank of the river, it didn’t take you long to realize that the sun was beginning to set already and what very little warmth the day had to offer was quickly disappearing as the sun sunk lower and lower behind the mountains. Your clothes were still saturated with water and you were so cold that it physically hurt to move, it was impossible not to focus on it when every move you made brought the reminder to the forefront of your mind as the bitter cold material clung to your body and made you shiver to the point that your teeth were chattering uncontrollably. If you didn’t find help soon, it was likely you wouldn’t make it to see the morning. If the exhaustion didn’t make you keel over first, then the next option you’d have to take a guess at would be hypothermia setting in, but you needed to keep going, you had to find someone to help you or you were a goner.

So, despite how painfully cold you were, you did what you could to ignore it, along with the throbbing ache in your head and pushed on further into the darkening forest.

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Something was wrong...

It was pitch black out and it took about two hours of near painful and freezing walking, but you did eventually manage to find a road. There was a distinct lack of streetlights though and if it weren’t for the headlights of the occasional passing car, you may have missed it entirely, but that wasn’t what was bothering you, not entirely at least.

No, what you were finding odd were the types of cars that were passing you.

Oldsmobile was the word that came to mind when you managed to get a decent look at them. Every single one looked like they were brand new, like they were from the turn of the century or something straight out of a period piece style movie. Not that there were many cars out and about, but of the few that had passed by, not a single one seemed to be a newer model. It made you wonder if there had been some kind of event going on nearby, like a car show or something similar, but that didn’t explain why every car driving by looked like it was from a different era.

However, the model of the cars wasn’t your biggest concern right now, what was truly your greatest dilemma was that none of them were stopping to help you. You had tried to flag down every single one that passed and they all either just kept going or outright picked up speed. Your cell phone still wasn’t picking up a signal either and by this point, what little bit of adrenaline you had been running on before was now gone and you could feel the stress and fatigue finally starting to hit you. Walking was becoming increasingly difficult and with every meager step you took, you could feel your head pounding harder and harder. All you wanted to do was pass out and sleep for days, but doing that here would more than likely mean a death sentence.

Tears brought on by both fear and frustration began to roll down your cheeks as you took another painful step, your knees locking up and almost buckling under your weight. A broken sob escaped and that one sob led to more and more following in its path as you stumbled down the darkened roadside.

“Please… someone help…”

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“I want this leak taken care of by morning Hari, the last thing we need right now is the police sniffing around where they’re not wanted.”

“Understood Sir, I’ll inform Rappa that he’ll need to pay them a visit tonight.” The driver of the sleek black Packard replied, his gaze briefly shifting to his rear-view mirror to make eye contact with the handsome golden eyed male in the spacious back seat.

“No. Rappa’s too messy and we need this handled quietly and efficiently, but it still needs to send a message to anyone looking to capitalize on our name and turf that this kind of behavior won’t be overlooked.” The man’s gloved fingers tapped against his knee in thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion. “Send Nemoto instead. Tell him to make it look like a generic hit, like another organization was icing out their competition. Execution style should look standard enough.”

“I’ll handle it as soon as we get back.” Hari replied. “It’s late, but is there anything else you wish for me to handle before tom- what the hell?” Hari’s voice trailed off as he spotted something, or rather someone, walking along the roadside as he slowly drove by. It was too dark to make out the features while in a moving vehicle, but whoever it was, they were far too shapely to be a man as far as he could tell.

Kai heard the way Hari’s sentence had trailed off and he glanced in the same direction his lieutenant’s gaze was briefly focused as he continued to drive and watch the roadway. It took a moment for his eyes to spot what had caught his attention but when he did, he was rather surprised.

Walking along the side of the road was a strangely dressed woman. It was hard to tell what she really looked like in the brief moment that the headlights had hit her, but she appeared to be in trouble. She had her arms wrapped around herself as she shivered from the cold mountain air and it looked as if she was soaking wet, not a good combination in these kinds of open elements. Normally Kai wouldn’t have cared about some nobody, but this was an isolated mountain road miles and miles away from any towns or people and she didn’t appear to be prepared to handle this kind of terrain or temperature. Her clothes, while strange looking and not normal for a woman, seemed to be ill equipped for being out here and her shivering posture only added to that conclusion.

As a young child, Kai had been abandoned and left for dead on the streets, surviving on nothing more than his wits and determination to stay alive. This was how his life had stayed for a good number of years, but that all changed one summer when he’d met the man that helped forge him into who he was today, the man that took him in and raised him up to be strong and confident, the man who gave him everything.

Pops.

Pops had found him on the streets and gave him life again, had fed and clothed him, hired all the best tutors to teach him how to read and write as well as an assortment of other curriculum's, had treated him as if he were his own son. And one of the most important lessons that Pops instilled in him was to always treat a woman with a certain amount of respect and dignity, to be a gentleman. Kai took everything Pops taught him very seriously, and that included this. So while Kai himself wasn’t some paragon of virtue or that good of a person by any stretch of the word, seeing a cold and lost young woman alone on an empty mountain road, he couldn’t help but flash back to all those lessons and feel the need to help her. Though his curiosity over her strange clothing and wanting to know what exactly she was doing out here definitely played a part in deciding his next decision.

“Hari, pull over.” Kai ordered, his tone firm and commanding.

Hari did as he was told without question, the moment he had seen the woman he knew that this was more than likely going to happen. Kai was nowhere near being a model citizen, but he wasn’t a complete monster like most believed him to be, his acts of kindness were simply very selective and few and far between. In many ways, Kai’s anger was like an irritable cat having its fur stroked in the wrong direction; if one played by Kai’s rules and did everything as he expected, then he would remain content, if one didn’t play the game by Kai’s standards… well then they better pray that his claws were the worst of their punishment.

Kai told Hari to stay put in the car and to keep it running as he stepped out to look towards the young woman who was now illuminated by the headlights. She was a tiny little thing already, but the way she was shivering and huddled in on herself made her look even smaller. She was half soaked to the bone, desperately in need of a bath and beat up as well, he could already see the dried blood that coated the right side of her head and long (h/c) hair as well as other numerous little cuts and scrapes that were littered across her face and bare hands. Cleaned up she would be quite the beautiful young woman all things considered. He was definitely right about her clothes though, they were some of the oddest garments he had ever seen on a woman. From the damp black coat that looked like it was more for appearance than practicality, to the provocative skintight trousers and fitted leather boots that both concealed her body and showed it off, it was a far cry from the usual long skirts, baggy pants and pressed blouses that most women wore, but still very flattering on her.

But it wasn’t until she lifted her head to meet his gaze that he truly became captivated.

It was her eyes, they were big and (e/c) and they were staring at him as if he was an oasis in a vast desert, as if he was her god given solace and it left a strange feeling chorusing through him. The best way he could describe it is by remembering a time from his childhood, when he was still very little and his aversion to all things filthy had not quite set in as strongly yet, when he had fallen out of a tree he had climbed. He remembers how it had seemed as if time slowed down around him as he plummeted down towards the ground, how he felt weightless and it left a tickling sensation in his stomach right before he impacted with the ground. It was a rush and his desire to find out who this woman was was even more consuming now than it was a few seconds ago.

“Are you alright Miss?” He asked smoothly, trying his best to sound as cordial as possible so as not to spook her. “You appear to be injured.”

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a vehicle had stopped for you and a seemingly handsome young man stepped out to ask if you needed assistance. Your head was pounding and your vision was so blurry though that all you could tell about him was that he had short dark hair and was dressed in a stylish dark suit with a slight vintage look to it and a black dust mask that covered his face from the nose down.

“I-I had an accident…” Your voice sounded hoarse and weak when you spoke and it took everything you had to stay standing upright as you wobbled on your feet. “Fell in the river while… while on a walk.”

Well that explained why you looked half drowned, Kai thought, his concern rising when he saw the way you were swaying from side to side. Just as he was about to speak again, you beat him to it, but what you said left him confused since he had no clue as to what you were speaking of.

“Pardon me Miss, but what did you say?” He calmly inquired.

You shook your head, trying to clear away the cloudy haze and black spots from your vision as you fought to get the words out through your dry mouth. “My-My cell phone is acting weird, can’t-can’t get a signal… could I borrow yours?”

Cell phone? What was that?

Kai knew what a telephone was, they were still relatively new though and very expensive. But he had never heard of a cell phone before, and what was that you had said about a signal? This was becoming more and more intriguing by the second. Were you speaking of something real or were you merely hallucinating and babbling nonsense?

“I am afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about Miss. I’ve never heard of a cell phone before, but if you have someone you’d like to get in contact with, you’re more than welcome to use the telephone I have back at my home.” He gestured towards the still running car, fully expecting a heartfelt thank you and for you to get in without further questions, what he got instead was not at all what he had been expecting.

His head shot up when he heard you scoff and a rough, humorless chuckle fall from your pretty mouth. “That-That’s just great…” You mumbled sarcastically, just loud enough for him to hear. “First car to stop and help and it’s some jackass wanting to play fucking mind games with me.” You looked him in the eye, you gaze hard and unflinching. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll take my chances with walking. The last thing I need right now is help from some asshole who just wants to fuck with my head.” You spat bitterly and began to make your way past him to continue on down the road, but stopped when your movement brought on a sudden dizzy spell and before you knew it, you were slumping to the ground as dead weight, your vision going completely black as you quickly lost conscience. Your anger and frustration had cleared your head for only a moment, but just as quickly as the clarity had come, it was gone again, and it took your waking mind right along with it.

If he was a more sensitive man, Kai may have been appalled and shocked at the way you had just spoken to him. Most women who met him saw his wealth in the way he dressed and carried himself and most threw themselves at him in an effort to gain his attention, some succeeded, some were cast aside, but what they all had in common was a more conniving way of going about it. They were flirty, trying to sway his opinion of them by stroking his ego with pretty words and coy smiles, and it had become boring. When he was younger, he had taken women to bed only to avoid being looked down on by his peers and other members of the organization, and while he had made sure the ones he chose had greatly enjoyed themselves, he himself had never gotten much more than a weak release out of those moments.

But you didn’t appear to notice or care about his appearance or the visible signs of his wealth. Instead, you simply ignored him as if he was just some random nobody you had met on the street, even going so far as to speak to him in a disrespectful tone and use crass, unladylike language on top of it. He knew he should be feeling slighted and angered by your lack of respect, but instead, all he felt was elated and proud. You were already a pretty little mystery that he wanted to solve, but now you were proving yourself to be a challenge for him to conquer and break.

But before he could do that, he needed to find a way to get you back to the compound and under his care and supervision. You were obviously hurt, disoriented, and lost, so his fist order of business was seeing to it that you got proper care and were back on your feet first and foremost, that would give him time to plan out how best to go about this new pet project of his.

Luckily you passed out before making it too far and he quickly ordered Hari to get you into the backseat of the Packard, to which his lieutenant did without question. A spare blanket from the trunk was draped over your small frame and as he took his place in the passenger seat up front, he reached back and placed his still gloved hand against your forehead and even through the material he could feel that you were burning up with a nasty fever. Once back at home, he would need to have Dr. Takani take a look at you after the maids gave you a bath and changed your clothes. It wouldn’t be right to let his new little curiosity become too ill after all.

He had found you and now you were his responsibility to care for. He was a man that took pride and care in all his possessions, and already you were becoming his new favorite. He didn’t know a thing about you, not even your name, but that was part of it, finding out everything he could about you was going to be half the fun of it.

“Where would you like to go Kai?” He heard Hari ask, but he never took his eyes off of you beautiful face as he replied.

“We’re going home.”

Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed, I was too excited to post it and didn't do a whole lot of editing besides a quick once over. lol

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