A Good Catch ~ Part 1
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Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4367
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Summary: You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.
Rating/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, I feel like there's some romance tropes I could tag, but I usually just write smut, so please let me know what silly tropes I have in here đ
A/N: I am having so much fun with this one! I'm doing my best to keep it to 3 parts, so wish me luck đ
Please enjoy this fluffy first chapter!
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âNow Iâm gonna get murdered by pirates,â you grumbled to yourself as the ship crept ever closer. âJust fucking perfect.â
The windless sea was no challenge for the massive pirate ship. All you could do was sit with your pile of fish, jealous of the huge oars guiding the threat to you.Â
Dread loomed as that jolly roger closed the distance, like an animal baring its fangs before it strikes. Crossed blades, and a sinister skull with red stripes over its left eye socket.Â
You didnât pay enough attention to the gossip and wanted posters to remember who was headed your way.Â
Not that it matters. Theyâre pirates.Â
It was too much to hope that theyâd pass you by.Â
A few voices carried over from the deck, until a tall man leaned over the side. His bright, red hair hung still against this stupidly windless sky.Â
âHey, friend,â he called, the sun at your back giving you a glimpse of his wide smile, even from so high above you.Â
âWeâre not friends,â you countered, crossing your arms to keep him from noticing your shaky hands.Â
âI suppose not. You seem like youâre in a spot of trouble though, and weâre happy to help.â
His deep voice sounded so friendly. Genuine. Charming.Â
Heâs just trying to lure me into his trap. Who knows what theyâd do to me on that shipâŠ
âThe sunâs getting pretty low for a small boat to be all the way out here,â he judged, trying to block the glare as he looked down at you. âI donât think weâll be getting much more wind today.â
âThank you, Iâll be fine.â
His pause made your skin itch, wishing he would stop looking at you.Â
âWe can bring your boat with us. Iâm assuming youâre from that village a ways to the west?â
It must have been a trick of your eyes, it couldnât happen so quickly. But you swore the day inched closer to night faster with every second. You watched the light grow golden as it lit up the red haired man, and his pirate ship.
Fuck.
âI refuse to be rescued,â you choked out, nails digging into your arms.Â
âOkay,â he said in an annoyingly teasing tone, âif you insiââ
âIâll pay you for the service! I had a great haul beforeâŠâ
âSounds good to me,â he laughed, deep and hearty. As if he were truly happy.Â
You had thought pirates would seem scarier. Maybe this is worse.
You barely heard his shouts as men started to lower ropes down, prepping to save you.Â
âYou should know Iâm armed,â you yelled up at the back of his head, continuing when he faced you again. âAnyone touches me, and theyâll lose a hand.â
âIâll be on my guard then. Iâve been running out of those.â
You didnât understand, or appreciate his teasing while you waited.Â
~
âWelcome aboard!â
Pirates echoed the red haired manâs welcome, and you assumed he was the captain as the rest busied themselves about. He sat on deck, calm as if he hadnât a care in the world. Now that you were so close, you couldnât help but notice the rippled muscles of his chest and stomach between his mostly open shirt.Â
Besides the cloak over his shoulders, he didnât seem to wear anything that could mark him as captain. Unless his red hair, and three scars over his left eyeâŠÂ
âOh.â
âOh,â he asked, moving to stand beside you.Â
âThe jolly roger,â you pointed to the menacing skull. âYou must be the captain.â
âGood eye,â he leaned in with a smile.Â
His smile should have a completely different word. The sight from your boat was nothing compared to seeing the way this man's lips curled slowly, the left side starting first as it grew, as if he was enjoying the act of smiling itself. And his eyesâŠ
His eyes were way too close to you.Â
âAre you alright?â
Concern broke that smile, and he called for someone to bring water.Â
Your face flushed, hot to the tips of your ears. You realized that you hadnât heard what the pirate had said because you were too busy swooning over his pretty eyes.Â
The water was welcome, and you gulped half of it down, suddenly embarrassed about how fucking fishy you must smell with your dayâs catch beside you.Â
âIs there anything else you need, missâŠâ
Trying to catch your eyes, the pirate leaned toward you. He reached for your shoulder, and you jumped back, spilling water down your chest.
âIâm so sorry, love. I forgot about your warning.â
His soothing voice felt real as he went to a knee in front of you.Â
âI do hope you will spare me my fate, I swear that no one on this boat will forget it again.â
Heâs really too charming. Heâs either the sweetest person in the world, or some sort of demon with powers of seduction.Â
You nodded. It wasnât like you could truly defend yourself anyway. The fear of being at their mercy kept you hyper aware of all the moving bodies around you.
âHow long until weâre at the village?â
The sun was almost gone from the sky now, and you just wanted to be home. To scrub this stupid day away, and pass out.Â
âIt should be about three days from now.â
âThree,â you choked out, dropping the now empty mug of water, which he caught without taking his eyes off of yours.
âWeâve got some business on the other side of the island. We'll be stopping by the village to restock supplies before we head out.â
âYou didnât tell me that,â you snapped, voice louder than you meant it.
He just smirked, tilting his head.
âSorry, love. Would you like us to toss you overboard? I donât think you had many rescuers lined up.â
For some reason, you couldnât get your mouth to remember that these men could kill you as you growled back at him.
âYou didnât rescue me. I paid you for a trip back to the village.â
His lips quirked as if he was fighting not to smile again. He looked down at your haul, fish still flapping in the net.Â
âThat is a really nice haul, miss. Afraid itâs not enough for a direct trip, though.â
Pirates came to take your fish away, and it broke the spell his irritating eyes had on you.
âPlease, save this one! You can have it, just⊠Make sure you cook it well.â
The two men with the net followed your gesture to that fish, assuring you they would obey before taking it away.
âWhyâs that one special?â
The weight of this long ass day hit you, a heavy sigh leaving your lips before you looked back at that pretty captain.Â
âIt was a good catch.â
He huffed a laugh, the clear amusement he got from your words making you simultaneously annoyed, and pleased. You were mentally smacking yourself for that.Â
Donât be attracted to pirates, dumbass.Â
âIâm Shanks. I donât know if you heard me before, butâŠâ
Your skin flushed again, and he seemed to notice, a warm, evil smile slowly forming on his lips.
âWhatâs your name?â
âYou donât need to know it.â
He gave a real laugh then, loud, and infectious. You had to remind yourself that he was laughing at you.
âWhat would you like us to call you then, huh? âFish Girl?â Maybe âFail Boat?â Or how about âDamsel in Distress?â I think I like thatââ
You ripped your hand back as soon as youâd realized what youâd done.
But it was too late.
Your idiotic, suicidal hand had shot out and smacked him, hard, right in the center of that gorgeous chest of his.
The deck roared with laughter while you shook with horror. Shanks had looked down at his chest, and when he lifted his face to yours he looked stunned. If you hadnât just signed your own death warrant, you might have thought his face comical, brows raised high, with his mouth and eyes wide.Â
âGo easy on the girl, captain,â teased a tall man with gray hair, shaking his head at Shanks.
âYeah, come on, captain! What kinda hospitality are you giving, insulting our guest like that?â
A whole group of pirates crowded around him, reprimanding him, and giving him a few gentle punches and shoves.Â
Your mouth hung open. The sight of these pirates being so playfully disrespectful toward their captain didnât fit in your brain. None of this made sense with what pirates were supposed to be like.Â
âFine. Fine! Iâm sorry, missâŠâ
Heâd broken away from his men, leaning toward you with that question.Â
âY/N.â
He hit you with a new grin to outshine all the others, making your breath hitch.
âWhat a beautiful name for a damsel in distress.â
You didnât need to hit him this time, as pirates did the job for you, even throwing things at him from across the deck.Â
Maybe it was the overwhelm, the fatigue. Maybe youâd gone insane.
But laughter built in your stomach, growing through your body, until you were shaking with it. You had your hands on your knees as it took you over, and the pirates around you joined in.Â
How can pirates be laughing and smiling like this with me? How can it be genuine?Â
Amidst the continued roars of his men, Shanks shook his head, gesturing for you to follow him.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âIâll show you.â
Frowning at the back of his head, you followed through the wooden halls until he opened a large door, gesturing for you to go inside.
He rolled his eyes when you hesitated, before going in first.Â
The large room was tiled, with lockers and showers, and there he stood in the center, grinning like a creep.
âIâll pass,â you deadpanned, backing out the door.
âCome on, fish girl,â he taunted, âyou stink, and I think youâll be easier to clean than the blankets youâll sleep in tonight.â
Blood rushing to your face again, your mouth opened and closed as anger and embarrassment fought to take over.
Shanks laughed again, but tried to stifle it.Â
âSorry, youâre just,â he motioned to his lips, mimicking your movements. âYouâre a fish girl.â
âShut up,â you seethed, leaning toward him. âIâm not taking a shower on a pirate ship when anyone canââ
âIâll guard the door for you, okay,â he assured, finally seeming to take something seriously. âIâll make sure no one comes in.â
Now his stupid smile was soft, small, and sweet. You hated it.
âOh right,â you scoffed, âlike I'd trust a pirate captain. Whoâs gonna stop you from coming in?â
âWhat makes you think this pirate captain would even want to come in here, huh?â
âFuck you,â you breathed, turning to leave.
He was so fast. You jumped back as he blocked the door. He saw your wide eyes, and moved out of the doorway so he wouldnât block your exit, but he still leaned close.
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Really, okay? I promise I will sit right outside this door, and not let a single person come inside until youâre done. Thereâs fresh clothes for you over there too. Whatever you need.â
A very fine trembling worked its way around your body as you studied him. It seemed like such a bad idea to trust him.Â
But you were exhausted.Â
âYouâll sit in front of the door?â
He straightened up, a look of relief brightening that serious face.
âI will.â
âWill you wear a blindfold?â
âIf thatâs what it takes,â he agreed with a smirk.
âAnd let me tie your hands behind your back?â
Shanks sucked his teeth as he leaned back. You had a second of fear as he started taking his clothes off.
But all he removed was his heavy cloak, revealing that he was missing his left arm.Â
Guilt hit you, apologies about to pour out, but he held his palm out.Â
âAfraid I canât do that, but I promise Iâll do the rest. Is that alright, Y/N?â
~
This is really nice soap.
Still on edge, your body started to relax a bit with the delicious smelling soap on your skin.Â
But every time you felt a moment of relaxation, youâd remember the pirate on the other side of the door.Â
âYouâve gotta make it tighter, sweetie. Otherwise it wonât work.â
That fucking sentence kept tearing through your brain. The way heâd run his fingers across yours while you adjusted the cloth to blindfold him. The way his hair and skin had felt and smelled as you moved it into place. The way heâd rasped those words while he grabbed your wrist to guide you, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting his fingers trail down your skin.Â
The way you had let him touch you without arguing. His fingers had taken advantage of the moment, but it had felt almost electric to let him.
âFuck,â you muttered to yourself.
âY/N, is everything alright?â
âUh, yeah. Thank you.â
How did he hear that over the shower?
~
âWhat the hell is this?â
âSorry, love, I'm afraid I can't see what youâ ow, hold on!â
You definitely had a few red hairs between your fingers after ripping his blindfold off.Â
The pirate captain got to his feet to meet your eyes, and fucking snorted.
âWhat is wrong with you,â you fumed, tossing the blindfold at his face.
The fact that he caught it before it hit him only pissed you off more.
âThere has to be something else I can wear,â you demanded, pulling at the frilly lavender dress he stuck you with. You looked like some creepy porcelain doll.
His face was going as red as his hair as he tried not to laugh.
âIâm sorry, no oneâsâ we donât have anyone your size,â he choked out, clearing his throat before continuing. âWe have a few more dresses like this, though. They were supposed to be a gift for a princess, so you should feel honored!â
âFuck you.â
His lips were fucking quivering as he fought his laughter. His eyes flicked down to your clenched fists, and he relented.
âRight, sorry, okay! You can have some of my clothes, youâll just have to roll them up, alright?â
Very judgmentally looking him up and down, you raised your brows at him.
âDo you have any shirts that actually button up all the way? Or do you expect me to let my tits hang out like yours.â
Shanks cackled then, catching himself on the wall, his eyes even tearing up a little.Â
You kicked yourself for saying something so sexual in front of a fucking pirate.
âYouâre a funny one, fish girl,â he teased between hiccupped laughs, âbut you definitely look like a damsel in that dress.â
You kicked the pirate for being such a dick.Â
âFuck, sorry,â he huffed, wincing as he rubbed his shin where youâd kicked it.Â
âFollow me. I definitely wanna get you outta that dressâ I mean into different clothes,â he almost yelled, warding off a slap with his arm. âSo you stop hurting me!â
Practically boiling with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and fear, you let yourself be guided along. The lantern lit halls were roomier than you would have expected, and you could hear the distant voices of the crew.Â
âHere we go,â he said gently, opening another large door. He went in first again, and you entered what had to be his quarters.
Of course. Weâre getting his clothes.Â
It was full of rich, dark woods, red blankets, a desk that seemed to have more bottles of alcohol than anything work related on it, and a delightful, almost spicy scent filling the air.Â
The room was a bit messy, and you felt out of place standing there in that frilly dress while he dug through his wardrobe, tossing clothes to the ground as he searched.
âHere, love, how about these?â
âDo you have a belt?â
~
Managing to roll, buckle, and tuck at his clothes, you were mostly satisfied as you checked the mirror.
Even with all the buttons done up, you still had to tie his shirt to keep your chest from popping out like his does.Â
âYou almost finished? The partyâs starâŠâ
Those pretty eyes brightened when you opened the door. His little smirk made you frown, and he held his hand up.
âYou were right, Y/N. This definitely suits you better.â
He offered that hand to you, and even in the warm glow of the lanterns, you could see scars, callouses, and thick veins that made your breath hitch for a moment.Â
Your hand had almost reached his when he pulled away.
âAlmost forgot,â he teased, his voice somehow lower than normal as he stepped out of the doorway for you. âIâll lose my only hand if I touch you, right?â
âIâŠâ
âWell, I definitely wonât risk that.â
He stepped further back, letting you follow him into the hallway.Â
Your brain seemed to stutter, unable to join the moment as it flew through conflicting emotions.Â
Like why it upset you that he wouldnât risk it.Â
Shanks moved in close, his spicy scent filling your lungs as you looked up at him.Â
âJust let me know if that ever changes.â
He turned away after a subtle wink that made your brain short circuit.Â
âYou cominâ? Iâm hungry.â
Still barefoot without your fishy shoes, you chased that red hair down the hallway.
He really is some sort of seduction demon.
~
âHey, girly. Is this jackass treating you alright?â
âThis is how you talk about your captain?â
The older man with long, gray hair ignored Shanksâ protests as he looked you over.
âYou should be more worried about him,â you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at the captain.
âHa, Iâm sure youâre right.â
He grinned down at you, before motioning toward the fire.Â
âCome on, the foodâs almost done.â
The crew had found a remote beach, and set up camp. Their camp supplies seemed to be mostly alcohol.Â
Shanks had said they had business here, and that theyâd go to the village in about three days.
What kind of business are pirates getting up to on my island?
The thought was pushed aside as Shanks called for you. Most of the pirates were holding their plates, or using boulders or crates while they ate. Captain Shanks had a dingy little table by the fire, and was waving you over.Â
âCome on, love. Letâs eat, and find out why that fish of yours is so special.â
The day's events hit you again, but you joined him in a mismatched chair, and grabbed a fork.Â
It smelled good.
âHere,â Shanks demanded, shoving a mug of some kind of alcohol into your hand, before standing and lifting his own to address the crew. âHereâs to our luck! We found an unlucky fisherwoman, and now weâve got good eats. To Y/N!â
The sheer volume of their enthusiasm made your eyes go wide as you faked a sip.
âSo tell me, fish girl,â he leaned toward you, the small table not leaving much space between you. âWhy is this fish so special?â
Ignoring him, you focused on your plate. The way it looked and smelled was perfect, but you had to know.
He watched your movements, following along as you pierced into the flesh, bringing the first bite to your lips.Â
It was perfect. Whoever had cooked it had treated it right. The tender meat and the subtle flavor were given just the amount of spice to balance it out.
It would have sold well. After all it took to get it, you were grateful that it didnât go to waste, and tasting it yourself was wonderful.
Even if you were sharing it with a pirate.
âThis is incredible, Y/N. You really are a fish girl.â
Letting out a sigh, you dug in, trying to enjoy the meal that had put you in this situation. The night was filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and endless calls for cheers, the clanging of metal mugs like the shifting heartbeat of this joyful crew.
âSo, I had someone take a look at your boat, in case we could help fix it.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with my boat,â you spat out, wishing you could have enjoyed your meal in peace. Without this too fucking handsome and annoying pirate captain.
Shanks tapped his fingers on the table, a smirk playing at his lips.Â
âThat was the report,â he said softly, the teasing tone building slowly in his voice. âThey did say that one of the oars is missing.â
âThanks for the report,â you grumbled, watching the fire now.
âCome on, just tell me what happened. Howâd you get stranded out there?â
âItâs none of your business.â
Your face felt hot, the fire not close enough for the burning in your skin.Â
âConsider it payment then. For my clothes, and for my company,â he taunted, his voice dipping low.Â
âI could do without the latter.â
âYou wound me, sweet damsel.â
He put his hand to his heart, chuckling at your frown before chugging whatever was in his mug.
âIt was a really good catch,â you mumbled, giving in. He scooted even closer to you, excitement in those lovely eyes, mixing with the light of the fire.
Shanks kept that beautiful mouth shut, just tilting his head toward yours as he waited.
âMy grandma used to talk about her best catch. That was it,â you said flatly, gesturing to your empty plate. âShe made me promise that if I ever caught a fish like that, I had to eat it myself, eat it with friends.â
âDonât waste a fish like that on berry, sugar. Itâs a gift.â
He raised his mug as you mimicked your grandmaâs voice, and you brought yours up with a sigh, still just pretending to drink.
âIâm honored, then. Your grandma was right, that fish was amazing.â
Memories of her seemed to join you at the table, bittersweet, and heavier than youâd like.Â
âSorry, Y/N. You, uh⊠You doing okay?â
âIâm fine,â you coughed, a hint of anger back in your voice as you fought against the prickling in your eyes.
âWell,â he drawled out, extending the word for way too long, âyou still didnât tell me how you got stranded out there with nothing but the perfect fish.â
Groaning, you put your forehead on the dingy table and blurted it out, as if you could make it not true if you said it fast enough.Â
âI caught the fish. I saw what it was. It started to slip through my hands. I knew itâd sell well, so I didnât want to lose it. I ended up tripping over one of the oars. I should have let it go, I could have grabbed the oar if Iâd seen it slipping. But I was greedy. I wanted to sell that stupid fish instead of eating it, and now grandmaâs probably cussing at me from the afterlife.â
Shanks at least had the decency to shove his knuckles between his teeth before he started laughing.Â
âOh, fuck you,â you huffed, standing to leave the captainâs dingy table.
âWait, please,â he called, catching your fingers in his, and pulling you back toward him. Only to drop your hand as if heâd been burned when you met his eyes.
âFuck, Iâm sorry, Y/N. I didnât meanââ
Whatever you might have said was lost in a wave of too many things at once. Humiliation over the whole thing, fear that these pirates could still hurt you, especially if you fell asleep, and the burning in your stupid cheeks because this gorgeous asshole held your hand.Â
What the fuck is wrong with me today?
The moon was mostly full, so there was plenty of light on the sand as you walked away from the camp. They were so fucking noisy, but the ocean beckoned for you to sit, gentle waves like your grandmotherâs sweet voice.Â
When she wasnât giving me shit, you thought with a laugh, digging your toes in the sand.Â
âThe ocean makes me feel better too.â
His deep voice annoyed you more than it startled you.Â
Shanks sat beside you, but not too close.
Ignoring him did not make him go away.Â
âWhat do you want?â
âI wanna make your shitty day better. How can I do that?â
âTake me home.â
âThree days on that one, love. Anything more immediate?â
Your plan to stay up all night was already failing, exhaustion dragging you down.
His eyes were so soft under the moon, the hint of a smile brightening his face.
âI donât want to sleep out in the open with everyone. Is there somewhere⊠safe where I can sleep?â
Shanks nodded, looking down as he cleared his throat.Â
âOf course, let me take you now.â
The ship itself seemed to be sleeping, so quiet with only a handful of crew watching it as the rest camped on the island.Â
Red hair under lantern light guided you through those wood paneled halls again, until he led you to the guest quarters.Â
âHereâs the key, and youâre welcome to shove this chair under the door knob as well. Breakfast will be at the beach in the morning,â he laughed, running his fingers through his hair. âItâll probably be the afternoon depending on the hangovers, but youâ Are you alright?â
He knelt at your feet, looking you over as you slumped onto the bed.
âHow long were you out there today? Have you been drinking water? Are youâŠâ
This charming pirate stopped himself from touching your forehead, and some insane, fatigued part of you reached out, grabbing his hand with both of yours.Â
âI lied,â you confessed, voice quiet and close, his pretty eyes on your lips. âI canât cut your hand off. Iâm not armed.â
The slow smile he gave you now was your favorite, somehow making the light in his eyes shine brighter. Your hands reluctantly let go of him as he shifted, but instead of moving away, Shanks touched his calloused fingers to your cheek.Â
âYour secretâs safe with me, sweetheart.â
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a/n: I am obsessed with these two now. What the heck. I need Shanks to make fun of me like that đ
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Ok so I just read your âBad Ideaâ smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?
combining with request #2: Hey đ§đ»ââïž this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward đ
, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)
a weekâs isolation - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader
summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, itâs pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.
word count:Â 3,878
tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!
a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i havenât written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)
âDOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?â FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the manâs speech, but at the sound of the words âhighly dangerousâ and âdo not go near itâ, his interest had been inevitably piqued.
Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didnât feel like getting caught staring again.
A chorus of yesâs and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!
âI need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,â Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. âThor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. Weâre only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness itâs pollen without... well, killing ourselves.â
âWhy canât Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?â Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, âI feel like that should be discussed.â
âThe issue with that, Barton, is that itâs pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, itâs very different,â Banner explained. âThe pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We donât know how to kill this virus, so itâs harder to manage than normal pollen.â
Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.
âY/N? You have a question?â
âThe pollen isnât spreading into the compound, is it?â you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. âShould I be worried?â
âNo, weâve done our very best to contain it,â Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. âAs long as you all stay away from the lab, youâll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. Iâd even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.â
âItâs not that extreme, is it?â Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. âI mean, hazmat suits? Câmon, Banner, whatâs the big fuss?â
âThe big fuss?â Banner gave a dry scoff. âThe big fuss, Cap, is that if youâre exposed to the pollen, itâll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that youâll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!â
A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.
âWe get it,â Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. âStay away from big, scary plant.â
Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.
âThey get it,â Stark said. âWeâll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.â
All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.
âInteresting, huh?â she commented. âWonder what they do with them in Asgard.â
âSâprobably like a drug,â Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girlsâ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. âNo doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.â
âI thought Asgardians were immune to it?â you said. Pietro paused.
âWell, maybe if they take a lot of it, itâs like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,â Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. âWhat? Just a hypothesis.â
âDonât be so crude,â Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietroâs lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. âLetâs just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.â
âI wanna see it,â Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. âIâm curious now, yâknow? I mean, whatâs a sex plant supposed to even look like?â
âCuriosity killed the cat, Pietro,â you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.
âBut satisfaction brought it back,â he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.
âIâm going to find Vis,â she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. âIâm tired of this plant talk.â
âYour loss,â Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. âYou canât tell me youâre not just the tiniest bit curious.â
âOf course Iâm curious,â you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. âBut, itâs not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.â
âYeah, well,â Pietro shrugged. âMaybe Iâll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.â
You sent him a look and sighed, âJust donât be stupid.â
Pietro gave a toothy grin. âOh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?â
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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, youâd wake up way before he did, and heâd find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreauâs Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.
âBuna dimineata,â Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/Nâs empty chair. âI presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.â
âWhere is she?â Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.
âI poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,â Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. âI sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that sheâs been quarantined to her room.â
âQuarantined?â Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, âWhat for?â
Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietroâs.
âIt seems that the laboratory and Y/Nâs room share an air vent,â he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. âThey sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk itâs planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/Nâs room.â
âThe pollen,â Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. âO, la naiba...â
âSo itâs just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,â Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasnât supposed to. âWhich means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.â
Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldnât help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you.Â
âPietro,â Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. âDo not try and see her. We donât know how much pollen is still in that room.â
Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasnât too bad.
And it wasnât. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you.Â
One evening, Pietro couldnât sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused.Â
Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldnât imagine being isolated for so long.
By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.
The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. âHey, dragÄ...â
âPietro?â you asked from inside. âYou shouldnât...â you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. âYou shouldnât be near here...â
âI know,â he said. âBut I wanted to see you.â
âBanner says it might be contagious,â you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. âI donât want you to catch it.â
âItâs been over a week,â Pietro rolled his eyes. âI doubt itâs still airborne. Most viruses donât last in the air for that long.â
âI guess,â you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.
You were a sight to see, thatâs for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that werenât were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed.Â
Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.
âYou canât be in here!â you shrilled. âYouâll catch it!â
You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.
âItâs okay,â he said. âIâm, like, superhuman. I think Iâll be okay. Letâs go get some water.â
You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.
You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything.Â
âCâmon, dragÄ,â Pietro laughed at you. âItâs okay. I feel fine. Youâre not going to get me sick.â
âWe donât know that,â you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. âI need to sit down...â
âAll right,â Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. âYou okay?â
âNone of the medicines work,â you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. âI just gets worse.â
âWhat does?â Pietro asked curiously. âWhatâs the issue? Nauseous? Headache?â
âErm,â you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. âHard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... itâs... itâs kind of odd...â
Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.
âHow so?â Pietro asked.
âI donât really know,â you mumbled. âBanner said itâs got these, like... coitus pheromones? I donât really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.â
It was Pietroâs turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didnât know. You were supposed to be the smart one.
âY/N... you donât remember what it means?â he asked carefully. You shook your head.
âDo you?â you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. âWhatâs it mean?â
âIt means sex, Y/N,â he told you slowly. âIf Banner says itâs got âcoitus pheromonesâ, that means itâs like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about beforeâŠâ
He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.
âGreat,â you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.
âSânot like you didnât know what it did,â he said honestly. âYouâve been feeling like this for more than a week, youâve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?â
You gave a dry chuckle. âYeah.â
Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. âI could help you. If you wanted me to.â
You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. âOnly if you want...â
âI canât ask you to do that,â you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips.Â
âYouâre not,â Pietro said simply. âIâm asking you if you want me to help you.â
âI...â you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. âOf course I want you to.â
âWell...â Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.
âWell, what?â you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snailâs pace.
âCan I?â he asked softly. âHelp you?â
You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.
âYes.â
You couldâve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didnât bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.
He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.
âYâknow these gotta go, right?â he asked rhetorically.Â
âMmhm,â you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.
Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietroâs favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.
Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.
âThese also have to go. As much as I like âem,â he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit.Â
âOkay,â you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.
âCan I keep these?â he asked. You kicked him with your foot.
âCreep,â you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. âCan you please just...â
âJust do what?â
You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.
âWhat was that?â He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. âWhat do you want?â
âEverything,â you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.
âWell, I donât have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"
And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.
âChrist, Piet,â you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.
Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietroâs hair. Pietroâs eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.
Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. âClose, huh?â
âUh-huh,â was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. âUh-huh.â
âCâmon, dragÄ,â he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. âGive it to me.â
Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.
When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.
âFeel better?â he asked casually. You paused.
âYeah,â you said in shock. âI actually do.â
âTold you,â he smirked. You smiled at him.
âThanks.â
âOf course,â he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. âWouldâve done it even without the pollen, yâknow.â
âYeah?â you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. âIâll have to take you up on that, then.â
--
translation:
âBuna dimineata.â - Good morning
âO, la naiba.â - Oh, damn it.
âDragÄ.â - Darling, Sweetheart, Love
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Pairing(s): Jacob Black x Swan!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan
Warnings: wolf imprinting, scenting, makeout, agedup!jacob, hurt&comfort, one night stands, changed it a little bit from the prompt, renee being a crap mom, sorry i tend to write her in a negative light but i have never been able to stand her character đ
, plus i have my own unresolved mommy issues lol đ
, mention of alcohol consumption, reader smokes, unprotected sex just imagine reader being on birth control, flings, virgin!jacob, losing that v card, kinda bitchy reader?
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Stepping one foot out of your taxi, you finally take in the sight of the Cullen residence. Just to make sure, you double check the address that was on the wedding invitation.
Yup, this was the place.
Already there's festive laughter streaming out of the house. Some people lingered on the large wrap-around porch, talking amongst one another.
You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was.
And a wedding in your mind was the most absurd thing to waste one's money on. Especially one as extravagant as this one. You surmise that the Cullens obviously were the ones to foot the wedding bill. Neither Charlie nor Renee would have the funds to put together a glittery wonderland like this one.
Readjusting the skirt of your dress, you walk up the steps, bombarded by the loud music and chatter. You were already regretting going through with it when you weave through the throng of people in the house. Unfamiliar faces that stare at you in your trek to find Renee. Though really you just wanted to fist a few drinks into you first. Your mom wouldn't be happy if you got drunk so early. It would definitely lighten your mood, but you shake off any thoughts of libations.
After asking around, you learn she's upstairs helping the bride get ready.
Fine paintings were displayed on the wall as you take one step at a time. They look to be originals too. Not that you knew much about art. The paintings were beautiful regardless. Everything about the Cullen house was meticulously perfect. A wonder how your clumsy sister was marrying into this atmosphere.
You follow a gaggle of female voices to a closed bedroom door. When you knock, a short pixie of a girl opens it with startling gold eyes. "You must be Bella's sister!" She's open and inviting, tugging you by the arm inside of the room.
Renee calls over to you, delighted at your presence. "You made it!" She throws her arms around you, suffocating your nose with her strong perfume. Like with most of your family, you were never close to Renee. The moment you were accepted into a university away from her, you leapt on the opportunity and never looked back.
She steers you to where Bella is standing in front of a floor length mirror that reflects her image. Her wedding gown was sleek and not as terrible as you first imagined it to be. When was the last time you'd seen her? Probably not since your own senior year in Arizona.
Her dark eyes round at your appearance, definitely not expecting you to be there.
"Hey Bella. Congratulations." Your lips quirk up in a small smile that hides your desire to not be there. This is what you had to do in front of your family. Put on a mask and pretend you were happy to see them. You felt awkward in that room, knowing your interaction was being watched by the pixie girl, your mom and an unknown blonde woman who was drop dead gorgeous.
Her thin lips part in a struggle to gather any useful words. "Th-Thanks." It was clear she didn't really know how to act around you either.
You shoot an anxious look to your mom as if to say 'See, I did what you wanted me to do now let me free.' Ridiculous how you still looked to her for any guidance even though she would offer you none. Renee merely sighs and nods her head toward the door.
Relief makes the warmth in your face cool down as you give Bella an awkward wave goodbye before hightailing it out and back down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Your claustrophobia starting to get the best of you as you desperately try to elbow your way to the backyard for some fresh air. It was so stuffy in there. The lack of fresh air flow was really starting to get to you.
That's when you bump into someone- well honestly you thought it was a wall by how sturdy and hard the person's body was. Wobbling backwards, you're grateful that at least the body you bumped into had faster reflexes than you. A large, tan hand grips at your wrist to pull you back up and stabilize your posture.
You stare up into a handsome face with penetrating dark eyes. His jaw slackens, whatever he was going to say. Pure shock ripples across his face.
"S-sorry about that." You apologize and brush off his hand, or at least try to. His grip on your wrist is incredibly strong. Furrowing your brows you look back up to him. "Um, excuse me. . ."
He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in. "Sorry. Sorry." His fingers reluctantly release your wrist, hovering over your skin until you pull your hand back to your chest. Cute and towering over you, you feel the anxiousness in your chest from the crowd subside. He doesn't move. Instead he introduces himself with a shallow breath. "I'm Jacob Black."
"Oh, Jacob Black. That name sounds familiar." You reply and give him your own name.
"You're Bella's sister." Jacob states but his voice still held a bit of confusion.
You awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." The intense way he's looking at you has you slightly uneasy. "How do you know Bella?"
"We. . ." he clears his throat, finally averting his gaze from you. "We're friends. I live on the reservation. Charlie and my dad are best friends."
Trying to remember your childhood with Charlie, nothing comes up. When your parents split, initially you lived with him. But being a small kid alone at night while he was working wasn't really ideal. After a while it was decided that you should be with Renee and Bella. It must have seemed like the best option. Honestly you were screwed with either parent.
"Since you've been in the loop," from your peripheral you notice a waiter carrying around a tray of drinks (thank god they were serving alcohol before the ceremony) "what is Bella's fiancee like?"
That sours his face. Jacob doesn't bother to try and hide his dislike for this guy that was marrying your sister. His lips squirm but he couldn't conjure any positive words. "He's. . . well, I don't trust him."
"Why? Does he mistreat her?"
"Well-"
"Oh!" You smile when you connect the dots. "You like Bella, don't you?"
He's slightly loud now. "No!! No, I-I don't like her. I mean, I did, but not anymore, obviously."
Was it obvious though? The way he was yammering on made it all too obvious that he still had feelings for her. You watch him suffer, occasionally taking a sip of your champagne. When he winds himself out, he mutters one more apology. Jacob's face a beet red. You just chuckle.
"No need to apologize. Guess it was my bad. I don't know much about Bella. We've never been close. I was just curious."
Around you, the flow of guests was starting to congregate to the backyard. "I think it's time." You take one more sip and set aside your champagne flute.
At the reception, you again find yourself outside on the front porch. Her husband (and his family) were quite honestly the most beautiful people you'd ever set your gaze on. And they seemed to genuinely love Bella. You just hope that her marriage lasts longer than any of Renee's.
Next to you on the front step was another cocktail. Your fingers were occupied with holding up your cigarette. Watching the slow dance of the smoke curling upward. It was a beautiful evening, you'd give them that.
Having said hello to Charlie a few minutes ago, all of your duties here were over. You'd stay in the little rinky dink motel that Forks has tonight then head back to your actual home.
Snuffing out the stubby remnants of your cigarette, you toss back the rest of your drink and fish your phone out of your jacket pocket.
You're about to call a taxi before you hear the creaking of the porch's floorboards behind you. Twisting around to see Jacob Black leaning against the wooden column. "Heading out so soon?"
All honesty, he was cute. A year or two younger than you, Jacob was like a giant in comparison to Bella's now husband. More muscular too.
"Yeah. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow." You won't tell him just how eager you were to return even if that meant you had to work. Anything was better than be surrounded by strangers. "I have a motel room for the night though. Gonna call a taxi."
"I can give you a ride, if you want. It'll probably take a taxi time to get up here." Jacob looks down the narrow, winding road that was the only one to lead up to the Cullen estate.
"Really?"
There's a ripple of relief in his gaze and the spreading of his smile. "Of course. You wanna go now?"
Arching a brow, you look around him to the front door where inside was the warmth of celebration. "You don't want to stay?"
His nose scrunches up. "Nah. There's nothing left for me in there."
Weird way to put it but you shrug it off and follow Jacob to a little red Volkswagen car that, while being on the older side of vehicles, appeared to be well maintained. Definitely didn't match any of the other fancy looking cars lining the Cullen's driveway. You're surprised they didn't hire a valet.
Pure magic the way Jacob maneuvers his car around all of the others without hitting any of them. Watching it made you nervous so you'd squeezed your eyes tight, listening to Jacob chuckle.
A good thing about Forks was that it wasn't a big town. And the motel was the only local one in the town.
"I appreciate this. Can I give you money for gas?" You lean back into the worn cushions of the seat.
"Don't worry about it." He just waves you off. The lightness in his voice doesn't match the anxious drumming of his fingers against the wheel. You frown at the behavior, tucking it away in the back of your mind. Your nature was to be untrustworthy of people. Especially those you've just met.
"Why did you go to Bella's wedding?"
"Because she invited me. And. . . as much as I hate him, Bella's still my friend."
That was sweet but the ceremony must have been a dagger in his heart, another reminder that the girl he loved could never be his.
'Why did you go to her wedding? You looked like the whole thing was actual torture." Jacob turns your question against yourself. "You even said that you aren't close with Bella."
"Obligation. My mother paid for a plane ticket to come to the wedding without my knowledge. Really laid that guilt heavy when she said the ticket was expensive." You roll your eyes when you remembered that phone call. "And I guess it's the least I can do as the older sister. Just show up."
A lull in conversation settles until Jacob brings up "So you probably won't be coming back any time soon. . . That's a shame. . ."
You shrug. "There really isn't a reason for me to stay. My life isn't here."
The drinks you previously consumed were beginning to make your tummy warm and your morals. . . well, loose. You start really taking in Jacob's side profile, his defined cheekbones and full lips. The muscles that are roped in his neck. Were you really entertaining the idea of sleeping with Bella's sloppy seconds?
You bite your bottom lip, fighting against the ache you feel between your legs. It had been a while since you'd last had a good rutting. But you felt that this guy, no matter how sexy he appeared, was a virgin. That was something you didn't want to deal with. You wanted a man who knew what he was doing.
Reigning in your drunk horniness, you turn your head to stare back out the window. No, you definitely didn't want to have another reason to come back here.
Quiet the rest of the way to the motel, you watch the neon sign grow closer as Jacob pulled into the pebbly parking lot. You stretch and grab your bag from between your feet.
"Thanks again for the ride. Are you sure you don't want any money for gas?"
Why did he look like a sad puppy?
"Like I said, it's alright. But. . . Can I get your number instead?"
You feel your brows shoot up and you know you must have a ridiculous expression. "My number? What for?"
His cheeks tinge with warmth as Jacob peels his eyes away from you. Yup, definitely a virgin.
"I'd. . . I'd like to get to know you." Was all he could mumble out.
Damn he was making it too easy for you.
An impish curl to your lips. "You can still get to know me. Want to come inside for a little bit?" The implication was too obvious that even Jacob was able to catch on your meaning.
Poor thing is stammering, conflicted with saying yes but the sweet part of him wanted to reject your offer. You really didn't think he would agree but enjoyed the shock he got from your words.
Letting him sit in the car perplexed, you open the car door and bid him goodnight.
It only took a second before you heard footsteps right behind you. You felt his body heat at your back when you open your motel room door. The lights were still on, the way you left them, at least casting a warm glow over the meager furniture in the room. You set your bag down on the chair and finally turn around to face Jacob.
He's blushing terribly, unable to hide his nerves and you take pity on him.
"You can sit down, ya know." you chuckle and he obediently sits on the edge. "You said you wanted to get to know me more, right?" Crouching down, you open the mini fridge that the motel offered. Having already stashed away some items you bought at the liquor store. Fingers crack open the can.
Jacob's gaze fires something inside of you. His blush was intense but it didn't compare to the heat in his eyes. A small blush of your own actually tinges your face. "Yeah. I did. Like what's your favorite color or your favorite food?" His smile would flood any girl's panties.
You hide your giggle by taking a sip from your can. "Hmm, those are real stumpers." The more the both of you joked around, the more tension that leaves Jacob's frame. Sitting next to him he's now comfortable enough to scoot closer to you so that your bodies are pressed together.
In a rather sneaky way, Jacob had stolen your can of beer and was drinking from it too. Well, now you couldn't have him driving back home tonight with a good conscious.
And just as the alcohol was starting to warm him too, his hands grew bold and traveled from resting on your thigh to your waist and higher until you were pressed against his chest. Jacob's kiss overflows with passion and lust that completely takes your breath away. He's definitely kissed before, that much was certain.
His skin nearly scalds under your fingers as they find themselves gripping the soft cotton material of his button up.
This was a new Jacob that you hadn't seen. Was he keeping this part hidden deep down all along?
Hot hands hike up the hem of your dress, impatient to rove the skin of your upper thighs. He palms the soft, squishy flesh of the insides of your thighs before pausing near the elastic band of your panties. He's groaning to himself, knowing what lay beyond the flimsy fabric. Just to verify for yourself, you grind yourself against the tent of his pants. Jacob shivers and given your unvoiced permission, his fingers pull aside your underwear.
His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, lips nipping at the juncture of your jaw. It makes your head tilt back to give him more access. Jacob growls in appreciation, thick fingers playing with your wet pussy lips. You squirm, wanting him inside of you but he was strong and kept you at bay. If this was indeed his first time then Jacob was in no rush. Like he wanted to memorize through the touch of his fingers each intimate part of you.
Nose nuzzling the soft skin of your throat, inhaling deeply. A finger grazes over your swollen clit making you jump from the sudden contact. Your little whine just makes his cock harder. Jacob chokes on his own moan and glides over your clit again.
Most men wouldn't even know where the clit is. Especially virgins. Jacob seemed to find it right away and liked how this small button of nerves could send you into a spasming fit.
As much as you want to regain control, your head is swimming from the attention he's giving your body. Eager hands and lips.
Jacob becomes slack jawed when he finally inserts a finger past your sopping folds. "Oh fuck"
He keeps whispering 'fuck fuck fuck' as his finger slides in and out, helped by your pooling arousal coating it. Your mewling is cut short though and turns into a cry of dismay when he removes his hand completely to examine his glistening digits. Bringing it up his lips, he sniffs it and you swear a dark possessiveness seizes his expression. Jacob licks his fingers and thumb clean.
While he's distracted, you scramble to fling your clothes off; skin burning up with desire. When you look back at him, his eyes are now glued to your naked form.
"Come on. You're turn." You grin and lean back against the pillows on the bed.
So obedient, Jacob nearly rips his shirt to shreds. The buttons were but an obstacle to him now.
Boy were you delighted to see his sculpted body. His abs and cum gutters that were oh so prominent. And once his pants were removed-
How was this guy still a virgin??
You've been with your share of men, but none of them had a cock as thick as a beer can. Damn near hypnotized watching it as he crawls on the bed and slots himself in between your open legs. Something animalistic on his face as he grabs your legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Going by pure instinct, the bulb of Jacob's cock is dragged along your begging slit, experimentally bullying the tip inside.
Once he had the tip in, he snaps his hips harshly, piercing you and stretching out the walls of your pussy with his thick cock.
Now you're the one chanting 'fuck fuck fuck' repeatedly as he gives you no time to adjust. Now that he's inside of you, Jacob can't help but devour you entirely. Fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds onto you tightly. The tight squeeze your pussy offered his cock was driving him inside so that he mercilessly pounded into you. You enjoy every second, every ram his cock tip dealt your cervix. It was impossible for a virgin to fuck you this good and this dumb but there you were just a screaming mess. Absolutely no thoughts in your head, only focusing on the stretch the width of his cock gives you.
You try your best to buck against him, to reciprocate every pleasure he gave you but it was laborious to keep up with him. So you just let him use you as a fuck doll.
You wanted to be fucked into oblivion.
Jacob had a rude awakening the following morning, not just due to the slight headache that was ringing in his brain, but because when he reached over for the warm body he thought was next to him there was only cold bed sheets.
He peels his eyes open to find the bed completely empty besides himself. There was a piece of paper with black inked writing. It had an apology. You were running late to your flight and apologized.
But no number.
Staring at it for a moment, Jacob sighs, running a hand over his face. He just couldn't believe what he'd done last night. Worse was you'd left no number.
Really, he couldn't help himself once he'd imprinted on you. That was sealing the fate of the night. Especially when he smelled your arousal. Fuck, he was just hoping to be invited to stay with you. Though he didn't quite believe it at first when you'd offered him to come inside your room. He would've done anything in the moment to stay a little longer with you.
The alcohol wasn't what really urged him on once he got going, it was the wolf in him. To claim and. . . Jacob blushes to admit it, but to breed too. All instinctual, of course. He wasn't ready for kids and clearly you weren't either. But that's what his wolf was howling at him to do.
It was embarrassing to admit that at the end of the day, his wolf really did control him.
He runs away from his own thoughts by reading your note again, overly focusing on the lack of number. Anxious thoughts sweep him up in a smashing wave.
Pressure upon his chest makes him feel like he can't breathe. Repressing the urge to shapeshift into a stronger form that would allow him to really express the anguish he was feeling. It hurt when Bella rejected him. The hurt had stayed with him up until he'd spotted you.
He thought it cruel kismet that you turned out to be Bella's sister. Who would blame him though? No one has seen you in Forks since you were small. And Bella never spoke of you either. To him, you'd only been an urban legend with only a handful of pictures as shaky evidence.
This explains everything though. Why he was drawn to Bella. She would eventually lead him to who he really belonged with. You.
The animal in him gnashes it's teeth together, growling for it's imprintee, it's mate.
If only Jacob knew.
Find her.
Find her.
Find her.
A constant bark in his mind until he leapt from the bed and got dressed. He couldn't silence it until he obeyed. Finding his cellphone drained of battery. Jacob curses his past self for not charging it prior to the wedding. He'd have to wait to call Bella and hopefully she would answer on her honeymoon.
You frown at the unknown number that had your phone ringing. Since you were at work, you ignore it.
At first.
Four more calls sets you at your limit until you excuse yourself and go into the hall to answer it. "Hello?"
"You're a piece of work, you know that?! Showing up to my wedding without speaking to me for years?!"
"You invited me! And mom made me!" You snap, knowing who it was. Bella. What was she doing calling you? She was supposed to be on her honeymoon with her perfect husband. Renee must have given her your number. "What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from work?"
"How could you do that to Jacob? You fuck him a-and then just leave without anything?!" You remember that stutter from childhood. It always got worse when Bella was upset.
Grinding your molars, you make sure to lower your voice so you weren't heard from your coworkers. "I left a note explaining that I would be late to my flight."
You hear her derisive scoff "But no contact information! Was he just a fling to you? A-A boy toy?!!"
The laugh left you before you could stop it.
"You think this is funny?!"
Cackling now, you have to take a deep breath to settle yourself. "Oh my god I don't think I've heard anyone say that in years!"
That adds heat to her tone. "You can't use people like that!!"
"I didn't use him. For god's sake Bella, we had a good time and that was that. I told him I didn't have anything left in Forks. Gave him plenty of opportunities to leave. I didn't force-"
"He-he REALLY likes you. And you just tossed him aside! That night meant more to him than you could possibly know!"
Maybe you should have been more considerate. But your jaded side was strong, having been fucked over by guys one too many times before. Some of them virgins too. Fuck you didn't want to say Bella was right.
"He can't be that upset that I dashed without leaving him a number. We hardly know each other. He'll find someone else now that he has the confidence that he could even get a girl."
Bella goes silent for a moment. You hear soft whispers in the background, most likely Edward. She returns to you with a frustrated huff. "Look, just- please call him or better yet go see him. I've never expected much from you, but you have to see him again. Please."
This was the only thing she's really asked for from you.
You called him when you got home, heavily apologizing because it was most possibly the best sex of your life if you were being completely honest. And he deserved an explanation on why you'd left without giving him your number. "It wasn't anything you did, really. I'm just kinda a shitty person. I'm really sorry. . . I should've been more empathetic. I remember when I lost my virginity-"
"Oh god. Th-that's not the reason why I wanted your number. I didn't just want to screw you. I. . ." You listen to him gulp. Jacob takes a deep breath. On the other end, unbeknownst to you, was Jacob pacing back and forth at a rest stop near where your city was in. He'd never meant for it to sound like he was tattling to Bella and butt-hurt. All he asked was for your number before she countered demanding a reason why. He was completely honest with her. She blew up at him over the phone to the point he had to hold his cellphone at arm's length. Bella hung up immediately once she was done. Probably to call you. Apparently she hadn't told you about the whole wolves and imprinting thing.
Using what scent was left on his shirt, he'd strapped his shorts and shirt to his leg and shifted to his wolf to track you down. It may have been extreme, but by the time he'd gotten Bella to answer her phone he was already at his wit's end. He knew he may have come off as a creep by doing this. This was an itch he desperately needed to satisfy. The wolf in him demands to know where you'd gone.
He couldn't say that to you. That would make him sound downright demented.
"I would just really like to know you. For real. Not just your favorite color or food. I want to know that too, but I want to really know you." God did he sound lame? Jacob thought what he just said was totally lame.
"You sure? You may not like what you find." There's a hint of sadness.
"I'm positive."
Setting up another date, you put down your phone with a tender smile. Maybe. . . Maybe this wouldn't be like all the other times. He sounded sincere. And no one else has gone to the trouble of getting your number from anyone.
You just hope you weren't making a big mistake.
Grabbing your cigarette and lighter, you head outside onto your small porch.
You put it between your lips while your thumb fumbles with the lighter's sparkwheel. A crunching sound a few feet away from you makes you pause. The cigarette falls from your lips as you stare into large brown eyes stare at you from a break of trees. Russet fur was highlighted by the street light that was near. You didn't think wolves were capable of growing to such a size. This thing was gargantuan.
There's not an air of danger around it. The wolf merely wags it's tail, snout shaping into what you could only describe as a grin before it pads back off into the night.
You smile to yourself. "Wow."
It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
Perhaps a good omen.
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Get down tonight
Pairing: Negan x f!Reader x Joel Miller
Summary: You spot Negan and Joel watching you on the dancefloor and decide to have a little fun.
Warnings: smut, reader is a bit drunk but fully invested in this little banter, making out, praise kink, semi-public fingering, finger sucking, mentions of threesome (f/m/m)
Author's note: Well, I can't help myself with these two. Why do they make me feel so damn horny all the time? đ
And those matching gifs on top of that. Enjoy reading. đ
The bass travels through your body, electrifing every nerve ending, making you sway to the beat of the music. Drink in hand, you lose yourself, eyes closed, cheeks heated from the alcohol and atmosphere of the club.
When the song changes, you open your eyes again, instantly feeling the gaze of someone on you. Your eyes scan the people surrounding you, but only when you look farther towards one of the booths, you see him, or better, them. Handsome, older, both drinking you in from afar.
Heart fluttering wildly, you bite your lip, swaying your hips, raising your drink.
They briefly look at each other before raising their beers too, taking some gulps before their eyes are fixed on you again.
The buzz of the alcohol makes you bold, dancing a bit more suggestively, giving them a show, searching for their reactions from time to time. One of them smirks openly, pursing his lips in amusement, while the other drinks you in with a hardened gaze, hand twitching in his lap.
Arousel spreads through your body, the liquid heat between your legs definitely ruining your panties.
You've never done something like this before. Well yes, you've definitely flirted with men at bars or in clubs, danced with them, kissed one or two. Though this time, you risk it all, driven by liquid courage and all-consuming desire. With one last look into their eyes, you point your head into the direction of one of the dark corridors, wink at them and turn around.
As the music grows duller, your heartbeat picks up its pace, hands sweaty. You lean against the wall at the end of the corridor, a door to one of the staff rooms to your right. There is no one around but you, until you hear footsteps approaching you. This is stupid, you think for a second, definitely a way those horror movies start, but your mind feels blissfully light, your body electric.
Both men stop some feet away from you, giving you a chance to take them in from head to toe despite the your dimly lit surroundings. One of them, the one with the smirk still plastered over his face, wears a fitted white tshirt and blue jeans, accentuating his toned arms and long legs. His eyes sparkle with mischief and from this distance you can make out his gorgeous dimples peaking through his trimmed beard. The other, stern but handsome, wears a plaited shirt and some dark trousers, broad shoulders making you bite your lip. He drinks you in with brown eyes, his slightly curly hair framing his face nicely, also sporting a trimmed beard and moustache. Gulping nervously, you take another sip from your drink for some extra courage.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" the one with the dimples asks, voice smooth and deep, making your knees go weak.
You tell them your name, asking for theirs in return.
"I'm Negan, this is Joel," Negan explains, head pointed towards his buddy with the plaited shirt. "Must say, you definitely have some lady-sized balls on you to make us follow you here."
"Maybe," you answer, lips curled into a smile, eyes drifting to Joel, then back to Negan. "Want to come feel for yourself?"
Negan lets out a deep laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "That mouth on you."
He takes some calculated steps into your direction and you hold in your breath in anticipation.
Negan takes the drink from your hands, kneeling down to place it on the ground next to you. When he looks up at you, you bite your lower lip, pulse quickening with him being so close.
He grins up at you when is fingers carefully trace your naked calves, up, up, up until his hands disappear under the flowy material of your dress. He rises then, towering over you, hands still anchorend on your flesh, pulling your dress up on their way towards your ass.
"I fucking like what I feel so far," he teases. The heat radiating from him makes your head spin.
His lips ghost over your neck while his hands knead the flesh of your ass, one of them travelling to the front of your panties, gently cupping your clothed pussy.
You jump at his touch, heat rising up your body while arousel pools between your legs. Hands flying to his shoulders, you moan out loud when his fingers trace your lower lips through your panties, grinding your center into his hand while your eyes flutter shut.
"No balls, but a damn wet pussy, baby," Negan muses, rubbing over you with more pressure. "That all for us?"
Nodding, you moan again when Negan pulls your panties aside, his fingers gliding through your wet folds.
"Words, darlin'. Want to hear what you need." Your eyes fly open, meeting Joel's dark gaze over Negan's shoulder. He casually leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed in front of him.
"Need to come, please," you whimper.
"So polite, damn," Negan breaths against your ear. "Keep looking at him, eyes open."
Before you can answer, Negan sinks one thick finger into you just to withdraw it and circle your clit with the right amount of pressure to make your knees go weak. He finds a dizzying rhythm, coaxing little moans out of you.
All the while you try your best to keep your eyes open and locked with Joel's, being watched definitely makes your blood boil with pleasure. And not only that, it's the way he looks at you, those brown eyes and stoic face, as if he tries his best not to pounce at you and swallow you whole.
When Negan finally enters you with two of his digits and sets a faster pace, heel of his palm deliciously smacking up against your wet folds, you nearly scream.
"Shh, don't want anyone to see you like this, wouldn't you?" Negan whispers against your lips, kissing you passionately to shut you up.
When his lips leave yours, you look over his shoulder again, panting. "You just wanna watch, Joel?" you ask him while Negan fucks you with his fingers.
Joel doesn't answer right away. He pushes himself off the wall, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while he closes the gap between you both and him.
"Sure don't", he says, voice rumbling in his chest.
Negan moves his body to make room for Joel without retreating his fingers or slowing his movements. It's as if they know this kind of depraved dance already. And hell, who are you to judge?
Your right hand leaves Negan's shoulder to find leverage on Joel, letting him comes face to face with you. His left hand tangles into your hair. The kiss that follows drives the air out of your lunges. His tongue coaxes your mouth open and while he moves his mouth against you, Negan whispers into your ear.
"Such a bad little girl, ain't you? So desperate to come that it doesn't matter who's giving it to you."
You gasp for air when Joel pulls away. Moan after moan spills from your lips, Negan's fingers fucking you so good you can't even form a coherent thought.
"I think you should shut her up, Negan", Joel says.
"Yeah, I definitely should." he grins down at you mischieviously. He retreats his fingers from your pussy, making you whimper in protest. You want to talk back, but Negan is faster.
"Open up", he adds and you obey. His fingers, coated in your juices, enter you mouth. The palm of his hand rests against your chin, taking full control of your mouth. You shouldn't like this, you really shouldn't but your pussy clenches around nothing, eyes rolling back.
"Fucking shit, will you look at that? She likes having her mouth stuffed," Negan comments lowly, moving his fingers experimentally.
Eyes travelling between Negan and Joel, you grind your hips forward, searching friction, anything really, to lessen the ache between your legs. You can feel your sticky wetness there, can smell yourself on Negan's fingers which are now fucking your mouth.
"Don't worry, darlin', I've got you", Joel mumbles. When his fingers, two at first, sink themselves into your waiting hole, you gasp and moan around Negan's fingers. They both fuck you mindless, wetness coating Joel's hand the harder he drives his digits into you. Adding a third finger, he curls them just right and you splutter around Negan's digits, the stretch nearly too much.
The club, the music from afar, other people who could potentially see you like this, it all doesn't matter, is nearly forgotten. Your legs begin to shake, the pleasure rising higher and higher, your fingers sinking into their arms, surely hard enough to bruise.
"Shit, you look so damn hot like this. Let it happen, sweet thing," Negan praises, shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. You gag around them but are distracted by Joel who presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing in tight motions. Your eyes find his and you begin to tremble, your orgasm rushing through your body, leaving you shaking and moaning around Negan's fingers. Joel fucks you through it, spreading your wetness all over your thighs and his hand.
"That's it, good girl", Joel says, slowing his fingers.
"Hot damn, messy little thing." Negan grins at you proudly while retreating his fingers from your mouth. Salvia drips down your chin and his fingers and without another word, he licks his fingers clean.
Transfixed with the view, you jump a little when Joel's fingers also leave you. You watch him inspect his glistening hand, also licking your juices off his fingers, savouring your taste.
"Thank you", you whisper blissfully, still glued to the spot. "You wanna take this somewhere more private so I can return the favor?"
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Hi! I was hoping to request something with Vash where heâs in love with the reader but is too afraid to confess until suddenly the reader is badly hurt and Vash is potentially about to lose them forever??? I just love confessions in the middle of some kind of angst đ
I love your writing so much, keep up the amazing work!
in a moment's notice - vash x reader
wc; 716
warnings; angst, near death experience
note; writing this gave me many feelings ;-;
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it was all just a freak accident.
a stray bullet, one hell of a mistake.
you were supposed to be hiding, just as you had promised you'd do whenever a fight breaks out. you were supposed to be far away, waiting for vash to come find you when everything died down.
yet there you were, eyes wide as you clutch your stomach and gasp out his name. vash's words get caught in his throat as you drop to your knees, red seeping through your top at an alarming rate. he hurried to your side, laying you down gently as he helped apply pressure to your wound with his hand over yours.
"you â (name), what â" vash couldn't find the words as he looked to meryl desperately.
"vash," you said softly, drawing his gaze back to you. you gave him a soft smile, reaching up and wiping at the hot tears that rolled down his cheeks.
"no, no, no, don't," vash choked out, the hand on your wound shaking as his other hand cradled the back of your head. "y-you're going to be fine, (name). everything's gonna be â" he took a deep breath, " â gonna be fine. just hold on, okay?"
your smile became one of pity, already having accepted your fate. the world around you was silenced, save for vash's quiet sniffling.
"it's not your fault, vash," you murmured, cupping his cheek and rubbing his cheekbone tenderly with your thumb. "i'm sorry i broke our promise."
"stop talking like that," vash begged, pressing his forehead to yours. "please, (name). i â i can't lose you. this life. . . i need you with me. just hold on, we'll get you help."
you sighed at his desperation, his need for optimism trying to shine through despite the dire situation. vash's tears dripped from his face to yours as his body shook with silent sobs.
"vash â"
"please don't go, (name)," vash interrupted. "i love you. i can't imagine going through this life without you. i beg of you, stay with me."
you couldn't tell if it was the blood loss or the confession that was just dropped on you but time seemed to come to a halt. you stared off, completely losing focus. the next thing you know, vash is being pulled off you and you're being carted off somewhere. with your mind reeling, the world around you goes dark.
you come to hours later, finding yourself propped up in a soft bed and surrounded by your friends. meryl and vash both perked up when they noticed you stir, vash at your side in the blink of an eye. you looked up at him with a tired smile, his desperate confession ever present in your mind.
"um." you cleared your throat, looking to meryl, nicholas, and roberto. "can you guys give us a minute, please?"
while nick and roberto nodded and left as soon as you asked, meryl looked between you and vash before her eyebrows shot up and she nodded slowly, following the other two and closing the door behind her.
"i'm so glad you're okay," vash blurted out instantly, kneeling at your bedside. "i was so scared i lost you â"
" â you love me?"
vash stopped, slack jawed and a red tint to his cheeks as he stumbled over his words. he looked sheepish, as if he didn't expect his words to be thrown back at him.
"i â well, i mean," vash mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah, i'll admit the execution of that confession wasn't my finest work but i meant every word."
you smiled, reaching out and grabbing his hand. you brought his knuckles to your lips and gave a gentle kiss, then turned his hand over and kissed his palm. vash watched you with wide eyes, swallowing loudly as his whole face turned a deep shade of red.
"you've no idea how i've longed to hear those words," you admitted with a grin. "though i would've preferred my near death not to be the reason you confessed, i'm glad to have heard them nonetheless."
vash chuckled nervously, moving his hand up to the back of your neck as he moved closer to you. you could sense the nerves and closed the gap between you two, gripping the collar of his jacket as your lips met.
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1000 followers gift, part 4: morning dove reshade and teeny tots collection part 2! [download - sfs | mf folder]
it's finally here: the final gift for my 1000 followers weekend! and it's a two in one deal!
over the last year i have come to realise that i really like making two things: reshades, and toddler stuff. it's so satisfying watching the environment my sims are in, and the whole mood of the game, change with the click and drag of a few buttons. also, toddlers are really cute and there isn't nearly enough stuff out there for them.
part 4 has two things: my second reshade preset ever, morning dove, as well as my first every clothing conversions--and for toddlers too! i have received many, many questions about what reshade preset i use, so this is it!
update 10-4-23: fixed issue with weird squares/rectangles on ep05 dress holiday and ep05 vest bowtie, please redownload and replace the original meshes!
credits
@kindlespice for the dove 2.0 preset i used as a base for morning dove!
ea/maxis for the original meshes & textures of the toddler formalwear
@skittlessims for helping me with all of the errors and confusion i encountered while converting the clothing, and also for just being an amazing friend and mentor in general. love ya anna đ
for more info, on both the downloads and the future of this blog, please keep reading đ
part 4a: morning dove
previews feature all effects except fog, artistic vignette, & chromatic abberation. these effects however are present in most of my cc posts, so if you look at my previews i believe you can see them đ
if you've been following my builds/gameplay for awhile, then you probably recognise this preset. i use it in almost every screenshot of mine, and many people have asked for it, so here it finally is! it is based on @kindlespice's dove 2.0 preset but with a lot of tweaking to make it more versatile in ts2.
this preset comes with a number of different shortcuts to enable/disable certain effects:
Alt + 4 -> mxao
Alt + 6 -> adaptive fog + canvas fog
Shift + 2 -> ring dof and gdof
Alt + 5 -> artistic vignette
Alt + 7 -> marty mcfly dof
Alt + 8 -> chromatic abberration
Alt + 9 -> directional anti-aliasing
the basic goal of morning dove is a preset that looks good in any style--maxis match, realistic, or clay!
part 4b: teeny tots part 2
this particular download just makes me very happy. i love ts2 toddlers, they'll always be the best in the franchise in my eyes, and just look at those happy lil faces! also, milo stylo is being milo stylo and looking so damn cute. there never seems to be enough toddler formalwear (imo) so it just makes me really happy that i was able to make my own.
these are my first ever clothing conversions, i did my best but they're not perfect, so there may be clipping and gaps especially around the shoulders of gp11 dress flower. i apologise for this, i really tried but didn't manage to fix it đ
EP05 Dress Holiday
- PU only, 14 colors, casual & formal, 3.7k polys [swatch]
- paired with @skittlessims' base game mary-jane shoes from their lunar dressđ
GP11 Bowtie Shirt
- PU only, 10 colors, casual & formal, 3.8k polys [swatch]
- paired with base game sneakers taken from @lucilla-sims' ep11 suspenders đ
GP11 Dress Flower
- PU only, 10 colors, casual & formal, 5.3k polys [swatch]
- paired with @skittlessims' base game mary-jane shoes from their lunar dressđ
EP05 Vest Bowtie
- PU only, 9 colors, casual & formal, 4.0k polys [swatch]
- paired with base game sneakers taken from @lucilla-sims' ep11 suspenders đ
final words
well, i guess that's it then! it's the end of a long gift-filled weekend. and also, the start of a very long break.
my final exams will be starting in about two weeks and ending around november; they are the most important ones i have ever faced and i cannot afford to lose focus. after that will be exam after exam, as i enter tertiary education.
if you still wanna chat with me/hear how i'm doing you could probably join the simscord by @skittlessims, i'm a junior moderator on there now so i will still be semi-active on my break. also, if i do find the time to post cc anymore, it will probably be on there lol.
the sims has always been a sort of escapism for me, a way to pretend that the trials of real life don't exist. but in the last few months i've felt myself drifting farther and farther from it. i need to focus on my studies and stay focused on my life goals.
the future of this blog is still uncertain. i have cc queued up until june--leftovers from my original break, stuff i finished up, requests i got during my holidays--but after that, there probably won't be any more until i come back... which could be anywhere from 9 months to 9 years, tbh, with my current mood. until then, consider this blog on semi-permanent hiatus.
there are so many of you who have supported this blog from day one, who have always stuck with me even when i'm not at my best or when misunderstandings occur. i cannot thank you enough for your continued support and love. the last year has been a difficult time for me: losing pets, friends, and in general, my mental health. this extra-long gift weekend is for you--a thank you for the over 365 days of kindness you have shown me.
i am sorry for this, but for now, i am going to have to leave you again. thank you for the love, and i hope you enjoy the cc while it lasts. until next time,
~ Ky, nonsensical-pixels
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Your Winged Protector
Ayato Kirishima x reader
A/N: Ayato and the reader is both 19 years old in this story, I absolutely love ayato so I made this little story, probably its cringe, but I probably make a another story that's a bit more improved or something đ
Ayato was your boyfriend for over a year so far, you met at a remote quiet cafe and you both chatted and got together a month later,
Ayato can be handful at times but you love him so much, as you prepare to go out with some of your girl friends for a night out, as you getting change Ayato came round the corner and seen you getting your make up on, he couldn't help but smile as he came up behind you and hugged you from behind.
"be careful out tonight, with this ghouls could be out, who knows if any of them be out" I looked towards Ayato as he looked worry as I place my hand on his cheek as he leaned into me,
"don't worry, I'm in the safe part of town, it's you who should be careful of ghouls, I don't want my boyfriend being eaten" I pouted, as he looked at me and smiled but he seems off, it's like he wants to say something but was afraid.
"Hey are you okay?" I whispered concerned for him as he noticed me worrying as he regain composer,
"it's nothing for you to worry about, enjoy your night" you knew you won't get any further answers as you kiss him softly on the lips before skipping off to hang out with your friends.
(Ayato pov)
He watched as you ran off to visit your friends as he smiled at the memory of the first time he met her, he couldn't look away from from her, he loved her smile, her energy and how cute she was, he wanted to protect her, he knew he had to keep him being a ghoul a secret as he was afraid off losing her but knew he had to protect her if any ghoul shows up, so he got his old leather jacket and went to keep a eye on his girlfriend
((Y/N) Pov)
Two hours of fun all your friends found boys to hook up leaving me to walk back home, as I walked home I began texting Ayato about your night when I felt something was following Me, I glance behind you and seen a creepy guy hunched over staring at me,
Getting spooked by that man I started to walk a bit faster, all the while texting my boyfriend what's happening, just then I felt a shove from the side of me as I been thrown into a alleyway.
I try to get up but felt a sharp pain on my shoulder, I looked at my shoulder and seen a cut on my shoulder, I began to panic as I knew I am going to died by a ghoul
"Aww don't worry, it'll only hurt a bit" the ghoul said as he licked his lips, as he pounce towards me but was stopped by someone kicking him in the gut making him fly into the wall with impact.
"Don't you dare touch her you basterd" I immediately knew who it was, I looked up and relieved it was Ayato but noticed something different, he had wings, and glowing eyes like a ghoul,
I gasped as I looked at him, he quickly glance towards me and his eyes soften relieved I was okay before he brought his focus back to the other ghoul,
The other ghoul try to get up, Ayato finished him off by shooting crystal shards from his wings killing the ghoul.
Ayato glanced over to me and lowered his head for a moment with shame as he try to walk away, "Ayato wait!" I called out getting up, as he froze there not daring to look at me.
Since I was up close to him, I place my hand on his jaw and got him to finally looking at me and I was able see his black and red eyes more clearly and see the beauty of his wings he has out display,
"Why didn't you tell me you were a ghoul?" I softly spoke, afraid to talk any louder, he place his hands around my waist holding me there in place, "because I know you probably run away and never see me again" he whispered so quiet I almost didn't hear him,
"well I'm not running away, I accept you for who you are Ayato, because I love you," I smiled before kissing his cheek, he looked surprised for a moment but quickly kissed me as he held me closer, I melt into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his shoulder and neck, as I felt his wings wrapping around me as well, somehow making me warm, and safe in his arms
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Redemption
Pairings: Jey Uso x Reader
Note: I am not new to writing. I have been posting stories on other sites, but this is the first time Iâve posted on here, please donât judge me too hard. I am still getting used to this place. đ
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âHey, (Name)â You hear Dom say as he approaches. You were backstage watching Jeyâs match against Drew McIntyre. âHey, Domâ Your eyes never leaving the tv screen as you responded. You knew Dominik feels compelled about being here with you because of the tension going on between you and the Judgement days recently, but that didnât stop him from checking up on you.
âI just want to know how youâve been doing, afterâŠYou knowâŠâ You pressed your lips together and nodded in response as he awkwardly trailed off. You let out a quick sigh before speaking, âIâm fine, thank youâ
âYou know the guys? They still care about youâŠI still do-â He trailed off again. Talking to Dom again after everything feels like it never happened. He sure knows how to make a person feel good, even though technically he should be upset, too.
âHey, Dom!â You and Dominik turned your heads to follow the direction the voice was coming from, and it doesnât take a genius to figure out who it belonged to. Finn Balor and Damien Priest were on their way over to you and Dom as you felt your stomach drop. Although you can imagine what Dominik is feeling after being caught talking to you.
âWhat are you doing, man? We have to head out there and help Jey Uso in 5 minutesâ Finn says. You didnât look at either of them as Damien stared you down. âUnless (Name) would like to join us instead, it really doesnât matter to meâ You quickly look over at Damien, a little taken back by his suggestion.
âI mean, it would be a good thing for her. She needs to redeem herself after allâ Damien shrugged his shoulders as he said. Finn and Dominik both turned their attention towards you, looking for some kind of agreement. You looked away in discomfort. It was hella awkward to say the least, but they arenât wrong. You werenât even faithful to them. After Jey Uso left the Bloodline, you wanted to follow in his footsteps and leave the Judgement day, too. That explains why theyâve been in a losing streak lately, all because you were out canoodling with Jey Uso. But here they are, trying to recruit the very man youâve been trying to run away with.
What makes this so complicated, is the fact that nobody in the Raw brand likes Jey, so he could very well join the Judgement day because of it. But then where would that leave you? Youâve set your mind on leaving the group, but if Jey joins, what was the point of all that talk about wanting to leave the stable? You might as well go out there and redeem yourself right now.
You couldnât help but to drop your head in disappointment because you donât have a damn clue on what to do anymore.
âCome on guys, letâs go. We need to head out thereâ Finn stated, breaking you out of your own thoughts. Damien nodded his head preparing to leave, but Dominik was a little hesitant. He looked back at you wondering what you were planning to do.
âCome on Domâ Damien stopped in his tracks to tap Dominik on the shoulder. â(Name) please consider itâ He told her. You look back at him confused as he continued. âAbout redeeming yourself. Then this will all be overâ He gave you a little smile in hopes it convinces you, before walking away. Damien looked back at you for a moment before he too, stepped away.
Now you were alone, lost in your own thoughts again. Until you heard the commentators talking about Jey Uso, which brought your attention back to the tv screen. Drew wasnât playing around, he was throwing Jey around like some ragged doll which ultimately causes you to stress. However, that stress didnât last too long after seeing the Judgement day making their way out into the ring.
The three men surrounded Jey, probably trying to convince him to join their stable again with a mix of their support thrown around here and there. You watched on as you noticed Dominik creating a distraction for Jey to get the upper hand. Even though you werenât sure what was being said in that ring, your heart still sank. Jey wasnât doing anything to convince you otherwise, he let them do their thing as if the Judgement day has successfully tamed him.
You found yourself looking away, seeing as you couldnât handle it anymore. The man you have admired and fallen in love with, is now joining the stable you desperately wanted out of.
âJeyâŠwhy-â You were suddenly cut off when you hear a loud pop from the fans, making you turn your attention back to the screen where you witnessed Jey super kicking Finn, Damien and Dominik in the face. You were so shocked you couldnât wrap your head around it.
âJeyâŠâ A smile creeped up on you without realizing, but it also disappeared just as quick when Drew suddenly kicked Jey in the face, ultimately claiming his win in the process. It was a bad match for Jey, but nothing could compare to what is about to happen to him right now.
The Judgement Day all slid into the ring just as Drew slid out from there, making you panic. Is Drew not going to help? What is going on? You didnât even think about it too much, you just ran off.
At this point, Jey was getting beat up by three members of the Judgement Day, and there was no sign of reinforcements on Jeyâs behalf. Drew was walking down the ramp looking back here and there, but made no effort to intervene.
When your music finally hit, you ran down the ramp with a steel chair in your hand. You passed by Drew, giving him a quick look before focusing your attention back towards the ring where you ended up sliding into. Finn and Dominik were very pleased to see you, as they showcased this through the big smile on their faces, whereas Damien appeared neutral and then there was Jey, who stood there staring at you helplessly.
âGood, you brought a chairâ Finn walked over to you and patted your back. âI knew youâd come around, (Name)â Dominik added, he was holding Jey from behind, locking him in place.
Even though Finn and Dominik seemed to be happy, Damien doesnât seem to feel the same way. âHold on, guysâ He began. You looked over at him as he motioned you to come over. You oblige and slowly made your way past Finn. âI still donât trust youâ He then pointed at Jey. âHit him with the chair to prove yourself to meâ
Jey was staring hard at you. Not that he was scared of being hit by the chair, but being hit by you? Betrayal cuts deeper than any steel chair to the ribs, well, maybe the chair would hurt a little more but the betrayal still definitely hurt.
You turned your head sideways, locking eyes with his gorgeous ones. He was frowning at you at this point, as you prepared yourself to strike.
âWhat are you waiting for? Do it!â Damien cried.
You ignored his outburst as your eyes lingered off into the lights of the arena, only to look back at Damien before hitting him in the rib with the chair. This prompted a loud pop from the crowd as Damien fell to his knees clutching his body in pain.
Finn ran right over, took your chair away and started scolding you. You didnât want to hear any of it and swung your hand, slapping him across the face in the process. Earning more cheers from the crowd. Both Dom and Jey watched on in complete shock. He eventually lets go of Jey to confront you but you grabbed his arm and stared straight into his eyes. You opened your mouth and apologized to him before spiraling around, forcing him into an arm bar.
Jey eventually ran over to the both of you to pull you away, while Finn and Damien pulled Dom out of the ring before staring down at you. Damien was making that thumb down sign across his neck, indicating that you were cut from Judgement Day. You merely shrug your shoulder and wave to them goodbye, although it was a little hard to look at Dom, he was one of your bestest friends. But you did what you had to do for your own happiness.
You were so caught up in the moment you didnât even notice Jey staring at you and calling out your name.
â(Name)?â
You eventually snapped out of it and looked at him. âYou aight?â You nodded in response before kissing him, surprising him in the process. But he quickly wrapped his arms around you and kissed back. When you pulled away, he noticed tears in your eyes and questioned you about it.
You lift your arm to move his hand from wiping your tears âIâm fine. Iâm just happy you didnât end up joining themâ
Jey gave you a funny look. âNow why would I do that? We had plans to have you drop them so we can be together, remember?â
At this point tears were coming like crazy and you pulled him in for a hug. âYou have no idea how happy I am to hear you say thatâ
âNah, Iâm happy you found the courage to walk away when you had the chance, babyâ
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I saw ur post about wanting writing prompts so I thought why not lol. (This is my first time doing this đ
) but I have a few of AUs on my art blog that I would love to see expanded on like my Tall Pete/Short Vegas au, A band au with Vegas being a lead singer and Pete falling in love at first sight, or Pete being Vegasâ personal bodyguard instead of Tankhunâs. So yea if u find any of these interesting Iâd love to see ur spin on it
OMG hi! Thank you so much for sending me this, I'm so flattered you thought of asking me to write sth surrounding your AUs â€ïž It kind of feels like the secret Santa event all over again, I love it haha.
The timing is actually a little too perfect, because a few weeks ago, I randomly stumbled upon a YouTube short about the side couple in Laws of Attraction and I proceeded to 1. lose my shit, so much so that I decided to start watching the show and 2. write a whole page full of notes about an AU in which Pete is Vegas' bodyguard, based on the pool scene of said short.
So, to give a little context:
In this alternative universe, Vegas and Gun visit the main family compound for a meeting. At some point, Korn wants to talk to Gun alone, so Vegas goes to the pool area to find Porsche, along with Pete who follows him. Vegas proceeds to flirt with Porsche, as Vegas does, up until Gun suddenly appears and starts yelling at him for unclear reasons. He escalates it when Vegas asks, baffled, why he's being yelled at, by slapping him and putting his head into the pool. Pete normally doesn't intervene when Gun gets violent with Vegas, but his protective instincts here kick in and he stops Gun from literally attempting to kill his own son. As a result, Gun's anger gets redirected at Pete, who gets beaten up in Vegas' stead.
The snippet I wrote for you is the aftermath of everything I described above. I hope you like it â€ïž
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Silence, occasionally broken by a faint sound that resembled sniffing. Pete couldnât tell what it was, but in his state he couldnât really tell where he was either, so he stopped worrying about it. He tried, instead, to remember what had happened that brought him here, wherever âhereâ was.
The last thing he recalled was the feeling of Khun Gunâs shoes digging into his forearms, which he used in his attempt to protect his head from his bossâ repeated, brutal kicks. Khun Gun wasnât the strongest man Pete had ever met, but there were reasons he always tried to stay on his good side, and his cruelty was one of them.
The cruelty that had so many times been directed at his own son. The kind he was eerily familiar with.
Khun Vegasâ face materialized in Peteâs mind. Droplets of water running down his nose, his sharp cheekbones, reaching his neck. His hair wet and disheveled, his chest heaving from the difficulty to breathe after having had his head shoved into the pool. His expression crumbling with worry, something Pete had no logical way of explaining.
Fuck, where was he? Pete could only hope Porsche had protected him from his fatherâs fury afterwards. Khun Gun was unpredictable; he couldn't be trusted to only be satisfied by lashing out at Pete.
Pete needed to go find him as soon as possible.
Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge. A heavy fog was clouding his vision, and the pain that was engulfing his whole body was preventing him from doing the simplest of movements.
He groaned as he shifted his torso in a futile attempt to get up, resulting in a gasp that startled him into opening his eyes to check where it came from.
His mouth was hanging open as he took in the image of Khun Vegas staring at him, fidgeting nervously in the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were red around the corners and he looked ghostly pale. Peteâs breath hitched.
âPete⊠?â he said, dropping his gaze to the floor. He always did that when he was feeling guilty about something. âAre you... ?â
âIâm fine, Khun Vegas,â Pete replied, despite the numbness in his limbs and the headache that was starting to form. âWhat about you? Are you hurt? Should I take you to the doct-â
âWeâre at the infirmary, you idiot,â Vegas shouted, interrupting him, but his voice lacked the usual heat. âStop acting like my bodyguard right now, it pisses me off.â
Thatâs all I know how to be, Pete wanted to tell him, but remained silent. Thatâs all Iâm allowed.
He didnât really mind Khun Vegasâ words. Heâd heard worse things over the years, things that should have probably hurt him. Somehow, Pete had the ability to forgive him anything.
The atmosphere grew tense between them. Pete had grown used to that, too, but he had never seen Khun Vegas be so self conscious before. He wondered why the sudden change.
âIâm not thanking you,â Pete heard him murmur after a few seconds; he uttered the words under his breath, while staring at his feet. If Pete had a better view of his face, heâd argue Khun Vegas was pouting.
Pete could only reassure him. âYou donât have to, Khun Vegas. I was simply doing my job.â
It had the opposite effect. The creases between his eyebrows deepened as he lifted his head and stared at Pete. Astonished as his mouth was open agape, likely for a retort that never came.
Alternatively, he turned his attention to the small table next to Peteâs bed. He stood up and approached it hastily, grabbing something that was resting on top of it, before Pete could take a closer look.
âThe nurse said you have to take this,â he said and extended his arm at Pete, revealing a small pill.
It was probably a standard type of painkiller. Bodyguards never got any special medical treatment, especially those working for the minor family. It wasnât worth the trouble.
Pete tried to lift his hand to take it, but he bitterly realized it was impossible. He winced as he took a look at both of his arms and found them bandaged, smears of purple popping at places his skin was uncovered.
He cursed under his breath. âAh, Iâm sorry, Khun Vegas, Iâll just call the-â
Cold fingertips pressed on Peteâs chin. They felt even colder on his lips, the pressure just enough to make him open his mouth. The pill slipped between his teeth easily, with the help of a wet tongue he'd never thought he'd get to taste.
Hot air hit Peteâs cheeks. His heart was beating rapidly. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.
Water traveled down his throat, taking the pill with it. Pete blinked. His head felt light, his body even lighter. He didnât know how to describe the feeling, but he didnât think it was bad.
He focused, instead, on Vegas, who was standing above him with an unusual sense of confidence.Â
âGet well soon. Thatâs an order.â
It was enough to ground Pete back into reality. He was thankful for it.
âYes, Khun Vegas.â
It was only then that Pete noticed how the color returned on Vegasâ face and how his slight trembling seized.
âHas Pete woken up yet?â
Both of them jumped at the sound of Porscheâs voice. He poked his head into the room, completely oblivious to what had transpired before he showed up.
âOh, he has. How are you feeling?â
âGood,â he replied sincerely. The pain didnât bother him anymore.Â
A smile spread on his lips as he added, âKhun Vegas just gave me my medicine.â
Porsche returned it, though his was more mischievous than playful.
âPete, you should have seen Vegas while he waited for you to wake up. Iâve never seen him crying so hard-â
Vegas punched Porsche hard on the shoulder to stop him from talking, which made loud laughter escape Peteâs mouth. It earned him a glare, one of Vegas' serious ones.
It'd bring him hell later, but Pete realized he was fine with that.
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Hi! I want to share a merthur prompt that's been on me mind for a long time, but cannot write cause english is not my first language and I'm afraid to make mistakes. I would love for you to write it, but if you only share the prompt for someone else to do it, it's fine too.
You know how in the arthurian mithology Arthur wasn't raise as a prince to begin with but was discover later? Not only that, but Utter was the one who order Merlin to hide him, so he took him and made other family raise him.
Well, inspired on this I though what if our BBC Merlin did this? I imagine inmortal Merlin after the events of camlam, mad with grieve, tired of waiting for Arthur and cursing destiny and fate, would come to the conclusion that it was the prophesy he tried to fulfill that ended up killing and condeming Arthur. So, as soon as he learns how to, he travels back in time just when Arthur is about to be born. He kidnaps baby Arthur and gives him to a nice couple in Ealdor who he knows can't have children and will raise him well. He doesn't care about destiny anymore, he just wants Arthur to be happy and safe.
Obviously this has consecuences: Utter's hate towards magic becomes worse because he did not only lose his wife to a sorcerer but his son and heir as well. Search parties look for the lost prince for years without success and Utter is force to acknowledge Morgana as his daughter since he refuses to marry again, let alone have another heir. He won't stop looking for his son though no matter how much his council pleads him to.
Meanwhile, little Arthur meets little Merlin and become inseparable friends. Merlin from the future smiles, watching them from afar. He's been looking after Arthur all this time, making sure he won't be found and that he's safe. Suddenly he notices his body is starting to be less solid and realise that sooner or later he's going to disappear because there can be two Merlins coexisting in the same time. Not wanting to leave Arthur unprotected, he decides to orquest secret encounters with his younger self in the woods disguise as Dragoon/Emrys to start giving him magic leasons so he can control his magic better, ergo protect Arthur when he is not around. However, Arthur follows Merlin one day to see where he always goes of to and he discovers his best friend has magic. He takes it well though and even asks "Emrys" to teach him too. "Emrys" says something along the lines "You don't have magic I can work with but you defenitely have strength and courage. I can teach you to be a Knight" and he does. From then on he gives them not only magic and knight leasons, but education in general.
The day "Emrys" knows he is going to die/disappear he meets with Merlin, who is a teen by then, privatly one last time. With all the power he has left he transfers all his memories to Merlin. Overwhelm but over all angry teen Merlin shouts at adult Merlin, who is not in disguise anymore, "How dare you! You had no right to take that away from him! His right to the throne! He could've have better life, he could...". Adult Merlin argues back "Being prince is what made him miserable and got him killed in the first place!". They fight a little more, but in the end Adult Merlin says "Look, if you think is best to bring Arthur back to Camelot and reveal he is the lost prince is your choice. I already gave you all the information you need to be beware of the dangers and consecuences. Don't let any prophesy lead your choices and protect him" and he banishes soon after. Teen Merlin is left without knowing what to do.
He doesn't have to do anything though. Essetier kingdom falls, maybe do to war or a plague, i don't know, and Merlin, Arthur and their parents are force to flee to Camelot. They arrive at the Citidel and... that's all I got đ
Sorry. I suppose at some point Arthur is discover and chaos ensues, but I don't know how it would happen.
OP, I just want to say.... i already know you're underestimating yourself. This summary looks awesome. I love the idea. And I have no doubt that you can flesh this out.
I'm not going to write it, because you can make this a 300 k story and people will absolutely read it and they will love it. I know this, because I absolutely would. Don't worry about your English, it's more than fine. (There are some spelling mistakes, but that's to do with typing, not actual problems with grammar.)
Look, I'm not an English native myself. I'm German and I started off with stories that made little sense in consistency. I was 12 when my first comment (my brother) told me it sucked. And he was right but that didn't stop me. The level on writing I see in this little summary is what I would have aspired my writing to become at the time. You have nothing to be insecure about.
Don't be afraid to write your own story. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Trust me on this. You will do better than you think. And if you want, you can always message me if you need any help. I would love to read your version of the whole story.
Seriously, I mean it. You've given me enough text to see it. It would be a great gift to the fandom if you tried. :)
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Beetle fight? I meant tickle fight!!
Itto finds Gorou on his own after the TCG Tournament, and he can't accept that someone is getting bored during such a cheerful day
A/N: Hiiii sorry for the delay with this request... Ăš stata una settimana lunga e impegnativa (it's been a long and busy week) đ
This was my first time writing for this pair, and it was one of my favorites too đ» A big thanks to @lokiisiconic for requesting it!! Un bacio!! (Kiss!!) đđ€â€ïž
WARNING: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it
"...I'll go play with Gorou. It's been a while since we last met... has anyone seen him?"
Yae's words were the signal for Gorou to sneak away from his hiding spot and get away as fast and as far as possible. He was Kokomi's right arm, he had led his soldiers in battle during the civil war against the Shogunate, he had built a name for himself... but facing Yae Miko was beyond his capabilities.
He ran at top speed until he reached the harbor of Ritou and sat there on his own, watching the people come and go for the most different reasons. Business, sightseeing, diplomacy... everyone had their own story and Gorou couldn't help but be curious about the bustling environment he was in, especially after the TCG Tournament. Speaking of which, he had to talk to the Traveler for an update about the thief they were trying to catch...
"Heyo dog boy!! How're ya doing?"
Well... the general's stream of thoughts got abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice. Itto was approaching him with long and rapid steps and his usual cheerful expression.
"My gang told me that your boss beat the Fox Lady in the final, congrats!"
Gorou scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed by the attention that the loud Oni was catching, "Hehe yeah... Her Excellency is extremely smart and has studied countless strategy books so I thought she had her chances, although Lady Guuji is..." he gulped at the thought of Yae Miko "...a valid opponent..."
"Oh yeah... this tournament was full of geniuses!! I didn't even pass the qualifications..." Itto chuckled "but why are you here? Aren't you gonna visit Narukami Island or celebrate with your boss?"
The general hesitated a little before replying, he was sure that Kokomi was having a nice chat and maybe a cup of tea with Miko. "Well... she's busy with a friend... and I wanted to get away from the confusion of the city..."
The taller guy grinned and pulled out his deck, "Since we're together, we could find somewhere quieter and play a few matches!! What do you say?"
The Inu accepted the challenge and, after they reached a secluded place under a cliff on the seashore, the match began... and ended surprisingly quickly, and so did the following, and the one after that...
"How's it possible that I'm losing with Shinobu's deck?!!" the leader of the Arataki Gang huffed. Gorou chuckled, "Well... I'd use the cards more, if I were you... and I'd think of a rotation to optimize elemental reactions." he suggested.
"Hey hey hey!! You're smart, aren't ya?" Itto tried to give a headpat to his friend, but while doing so, his hand brushed on the general's ear, which resulted in a startled noise and a chocked giggle coming from the latter.
"Oh yeah... I forgot how ticklish you are..." Itto snickered, but an evil thought suddenly took over his mind. "Actually... I think it's time for us to try a new game. What about a beetle fight?"
Gorou sighed at the thought of having a beetle fight and said "Ummm... sure, let me go grab an Onikabuto. I'll be back qui- WAH!!"
When he got up and turned around, the Oni jumped on him and tackled him to the ground, while his hands wasted no time and immediately found his tummy.
"HaaaehEHEhehe whahAHat ahareHEHE yohohou dohOHOHOing?!" the poor Inu started squirming and laughed uncontrollably as his tummy was targeted by ten fingers with evil long nails. "IHIhihi thohOHOught wehe wereheHE gonnAHAHa havehehe aha beeHEHEhetle fihIHIhight..!" He whined between his cackles and squeals.
"Oh? Did I say beetle fight? I meant tickle fight... hehe" Itto smirked, clearly knowing what he was doing, "I'm sure it's the same for you, right?"
"AhaHAHAbsoluhutely nahaHAhahat!!" the shorter boy squeaked while he tried to get away.
After realizing it was pointless, he decided to be bold and dare to counterattack. His right hand shot up and tried to reach his friend side... but it only met the Oni's bigger hand. And Itto's smirk was almost ominous.
"You're in trouble now~"
The taller guy pinned Gorou's right arm above his head and wiggled a single finger above the underarm, enjoying the distressed giggles of his friend, who was completely at his mercy and was clearly feeling the anticipation.
"JUST DO IT ALREADY!!" Itto got almost startled by that almost exasperated request. He knew that the anticipation was getting to him, but he had no idea it was this bad! "Oh well... if you insist..." five nimble fingers quickly descended on the Inu's underarm, causing a screech, high-pitched laughter and futile attempts to get away.
"Ohoho? Trying to get away from Arataki Numero Uno Itto?" Gorou's fight was so weakened by all the laughter that the bigger guy didn't even try to pin him harder. It just wasn't necessary. "That's impossible, no one gets away from me!! I'm too strong for tha- OUCH!!"
The little general managed to hit the strong Oni's back with his knee, making him almost fall.
Keyword: almost.
"Oh now you did it." Itto quickly regained his balance and turned around to face his feet. "You still got some fight in you, huh? I shall go for the grand finale then!!" he exclaimed while taking off Gorou's shoes.
"No!! Nononono Itto not tha- WAAAAHHAHAHAHAHA IHIHITTO WAHAHAHAIT!! PLEHEAHAHAHSE NOHOHOHOHO!!" The poor Gorou had no choice but succumb to laughter when his friend targeted his toe beans with quick scribbles, sneaky pokes and even light traces.
"Oh no... nope nope nope... you had the audacity to hit me and now you'll have to face the consequences!!" Itto exclaimed playfully as he kept tickling that spot mercilessly. "So squishy... I could do this all day. Your beans are soft like dango!!"
Even if it was meant to be a compliment, that sentence flustered the Inu even more. "I CAHAHAN'T!! CHAHANGE SPOHOHOTS!!" he begged.
However, this time Itto didn't listen to him. On the contrary, he made sure to tease every inch of that squishy patch of skin, even getting the little beans of the toes and targeting the skin between them as well.
After five minutes, Gorou's face was red and stained with tears, but his wagging tail was a signal that he was actually enjoying himself. But at a certain point, he reached his limit.
"PLEHEAHAHAHSE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!"
Hearing that, Itto immediately stopped and got up to give his friend room to breathe deeply and welcome plenty of oxygen into his lungs. "Are you okay? How're ya feeling? Did I get you a little too good?" he had a Cheshire Cat-like smug smile, but he was also ready to help the smaller boy if necessary.
"I'm... I'm fine... yohou got me good, yeah..." Gorou chuckled.
"Sooo..." the red-eyed guy asked expectantly, "who won this tickle fight?"
The general rolled his eyes "You..."
"Exactly!! You have no chance again Arataki Numero Uno Itto!!" He boasted proudly.
"Yeah... maybe next time you won't need a false start to win..." the Inu said in a sassy tone, but he regretted it right after.
"Excuse me?? I didn't use a false start, it was a brilliant strategy! You know what? Now you really did it, get ready for round two!!"
"No- nonononono Itto we... we can talk about this..! Itto please-"
Too late, the Oni's evil fingers went straight for Gorou's ears, focusing around the ultra-sensitive tips.
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!!"
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hi ! first of all; i read ELYN over the easter weekend and stayed up till like five am waiting for it to get happy so i could sleep (i gave up) and i loved it so so much. It just feels like such a tangible, realistic outcome for them (if we ignore s3) it made me ache in that exact anxious yearning way the actual show does. Big ask and 100% appreciate it if the answer is no but are you planning to write more for them in that universe? Would love to see them when Wille is at university, or see Wille simply make some (oblivious?) uni friends, or see Sara and Simon interact again or honestly literally anything and everything.
secondly, and who knows maybe (probably) youâre aware of this but the photos/images in the fic do not appear as images but just as a text/error box? Is that intentional or did they break? I kept finding myself curious as to what image was put with the chapters haha
Hi!!! I hope you had a good easter... and went to sleep at some point... đ
Thank you for alerting me about the images! I was not aware of that :( Although I guess that makes all those hours hardcoding the text threads and tumblr posts so they would work without images worth it đ
I have gone through it all again and updated the image links so they are working for me now (let me know if they're still broken for you?).
There's nothing in them that's required to follow the fic, you just get to judge the time I spent procrastinating by making album covers and then sorting all the random pop songs I'd invented into albums (something that was definitely vital even though no one but me cares about the difference in vibe between Simme eras đ€Ł).
If you are just interested in the art, these are the 4 covers I used in the fic:
Sadly this fic was always destined to lose canon status after season 3 (although I am going to keep believing August's arc could go the ELYN route until proven otherwise).
Regarding sequels, prooobably not? Sorry :( I have more notes for Simon pov scenes during and before than anything set after because I'm not sure what more I have to say, (other than wanting to write something of ELYN Wille with Edvin's new haircut but basically all I've got is this:
For a moment Simon thinks Wilhelm isnât even here, then the bleached blond head turns and itâs Wilhelmâs face and Wilhelmâs eyes and Wilhelmâs mouth dropping open in surprise at seeing Simon in the doorway.
âYouâre here,â Wilhelm says. âHow are you -?â
âYou cut your hair.â Itâs dumb. Obviously. But Simon hasnât slept and Wilhelmâs hair is almost white, sharp and bristled, and Simon wants to touch it, to see if it hurts.
âIâŠâ Wilhelm hesitates. âThere were always rules about my appearance, about how I was allowed to look, and I thoughtâŠâ he reaches a hand to his hairline, his face falling a little. âDo you hate it?â
The bristles give under his fingers, impossibly soft. He looks older, but also somehow younger, like heâs reclaiming the rebellious teen years that the crown never let him have.
âI want to kiss you,â Simon says. The coffee shop is full of people. At least four that Simon can see are looking at them, not even trying to be subtle. Thereâs a camera tilted in their direction, but itâs not close. âCan I kiss you?â
âI-â Wilhelm starts doing the same glance - whoâs watching, whoâs filming - then seems to catch himself, snorts a soft laugh and pulls Simon in.
It's too short for Simon to catch hold of, but he can run his fingers through it and it's soft or ghost them over to catch the sharp edges of the tips, and it's Wilhelm and he's here, they're both here.
And they're going to be okay.
<3
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Saturday Mornings
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an old wip that this prompt has inspired me to come back to. it has been a wip for 17 months đ
đ”âđ« and itâs literally set in sep 2021
inspired by @emmadoodlewrites âs sapnap hcs (link to post)
Summary: Sapnapâs football team is losing against Dreamâs, and so he decides to ruin his watching experience in retaliation. Dream gets his revenge đđŒ QUITE LITERALLY PLATONIC
Warnings: tickling, swearing
Word Count: 2770
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âSAPNAP! FUCK OFF!!â
Sapnap let out a pleased chuckle as yet another rather livid cry from the downstairs living room snaked its way to his room, bouncing through the hallways and curving its way up his staircase. He tapped the mute symbol on his phone again, rolling onto his stomach with a satisfied smirk.
Football season had brought about a new, novel routine to Dream and Sapnapâs home; Saturday mornings now consisted of sprawling out across the living room couches, gluing their eyes to their large, flatscreen TV, and sending out screams of âencouragementâ to the little men that darted around within it.
Despite its simplicity, the routine had quickly crept its way up to being one of Sapnapâs favourite past-times. The ability to cheer and scream alongside Dream always managed to enhance the already thrilling parts of the game. Each throw, dive, tackle and referee call would provoke another wave of passion to erupt into the living room, creating an atmosphere that buzzed with giddy energy, and just making Sapnapâs move to Florida feel so damn real.
Early on in the game, Sapnap had actually been downstairs cheering alongside Dream. Their teams had been paired up against each other this week, and the extra addition of their pride being on the line had upped the excitement to the max. Both their voices had grown hoarse by the second quarter, and the living room walls were practically dripping with thick layers of passion. The game was thrilling! Exhilarating even!!
Except that then Sapnapâs team had began to loseâŠbadlyâŠ
As half time approached, the usual âSaturday morningâ atmosphere was found to be less and less prevalent in the air, choked by an aura that stung of far more hostility. Dreamâs screams and cheers had began gnawing at Sapnapâs ego, pushing the younger dangerously close to his breaking point, and it was during this time of weakened pride that the remote resting on the armrest of the couch had caught Sapnapâs eye. The first mute symbol of the morning flashed its way onto bottom corner of the screen.
It didnât take long for Sapnap to determine the hilarity of Dreamâs reaction to having his precious football commentary ripped away from him. Especially since the man was practically bound to the invisible radius that kept him within the eye-line of his TV. The cheeky prank had turned Sapnapâs moping to cackles within seconds, and quite frankly, it was rather addicting. The first mute symbol was followed by many, many more.
As soon as the half time break rolled by, Sapnap was promptly chased up to his room; bubbly giggles and terrorizing screams rocking the hallway walls. His remote privileges were lost during the scuffle, but it didnât take long for Sapnap to work out how to control the downstairs TV volume via a few simple taps on his phone.
He knew that he was risking another âlight-hearted beatingâ from Dream â once the end of the game finally released him from his bounding radius â but the wailing cries that curved their way through the slit in his now ajar door made it all worth it in his mind. He was quite frankly having a ball.
After nearly an hour of listening to the satisfyingly irritated screams of his housemate, the thundering sound of footsteps over his staircase finally marked the end of the god-awful game.
Sapnap wasted no time in lunging for the lock on his door, a giddy wave of adrenaline passing through him via a squeaky giggle. His fingertips were pressed to its soundproofing material within seconds, and yet to his utmost surprise, the force of another being was already felt on the other side.
âYou little fuck!!â
Sapnap yelped as he was shoved back into his room, a raging set of green eyes â burning with revenge â following him in. He stumbled a couple steps back across his carpeted floor, hands assembling in front of himself in a wary defense.
âDREAM! Ihiâm sohohorry!!â
âYouâre not sorry, you ruined all the best parts!!â Dream scolded. Sapnap giggled as he grappled and snatched at his hands.
âBut it wahas fuhuhunny!â He reasoned, dodging and weaving around Dreamâs grabs, and managing to collect up the olderâs hands with his own. He only had them for a split second, but it was enough time to reach up and lightly smack Dream over the back of the head, practically digging himself his own graveâŠ
âŠBut that was half the funâŠ
âAlright, thatâs it.â
ânO!!â Sapnap shrieked, gasping through giddy giggles as he was tugged into the larger manâs chest by his wrist, lifted off the ground, and flung onto his bed in the corner of the room. âDreheheam Ihihiâm sohohorry!!â He pleaded, twisting himself against his mattress in another attempt to fight back. Dream simply placed a knee into his back.
âNo youâre not!!â He snapped, rejecting Sapnapâs apology and grabbing at his left arm. He bent it behind his back, bouncing the giggly boy gently against the springs of his mattress. âYouâre laughing, how do you expect me to believe you??â
Despite the prank being rather frustrating for Dream, the older boy could never really stay mad at his best friend for long. He smiled as even bubblier giggles from Sapnap nuzzled their way into his duvet.
âIt wahahas fuhuhunny!!â
âYouâre just mad that you were losing!!â Sapnap shook his head, pulling at the arm behind his back. Dream grinned and tightened his grip.
âBut I mean⊠I guess if you really wanted to laugh that badâŠâ He mulled, a certain underlying cheek in his tone. He pulled Sapnapâs trapped arm back further, ensuring not to hurt his friend, but also allowing himself enough room to skitter his fingers up and down the brownetteâs ribs and sides. Sapnap felt his blood chill.
âWahahait!!â He choked out, twisting and turning into the patterns of his duvet cover. A fleet of squeaky, breathy giggles followed his cry, breaking their way up from his chest and dancing around his room. Dream cackled at the response.
âYou wanted to laugh right??â
âNohoho, NOhoH!! DReaHEAm!!â
On a usual day, Sapnap would consider his and Dreamâs strengths to be surprisingly equal, despite Dream being a fair bit taller than him. However in this particular moment, with the dirty blondeâs hands squeezing mercilessly up and down his sides, Sapnap found that he was no match for him at all. His arm remained trapped uselessly behind his back no matter how hard he tugged.
âHow funny do you think your little prank is now??â Dream crowed, slipping his leg down onto the mattress beside Sapnap to straddle him properly. âThought it was funny to mess with me huh?!â
âStahahap youhu fucker!!â Sapnap barked, shimmying helplessly against the new weight over his back. He kicked his legs out behind him, scuffing his knees into the bedding in hopes of gaining leverage to push Dream off.
âThought it was funny to- ruin the game for me?â The older continued, migrating his squeezing fingers up from squishy flesh to ticklish bone. âNow look at allll this space I get to work with!!â
Sapnap tried to pull at his arm again, the giggles around his room raising in desperation as Dreamâs fingers crept further and further up his ribcage. An involuntary screech joined the commotion once they reached the top, long fingers teasing at the bones just below Sapnapâs underarm.
âNohohoho!â He squeaked, clamping his mouth shut as Dream wiggled a finger against a sliver of sensitive skin near his armpit. He held his breath, doing his best to contain the nervous giggles swirling in his chest, as well as to brace for the tickly attack. He was successful at neither of the two.
âStahahap you little bihihihitch!!â
âOhhh, Iâm the little bitch??â Dream gasped, feigned disbelief showering over the tittering boy below. He repositioned Sapnapâs arm again, pulling him over onto his right side to expose more of his left, before digging a clawed hand into the hollow of his underarm. âIâm the little bitch?? Wanna try and say that again??â
âDReHEheAm!!â Sapnap screeched, kicking his legs and yanking at his arm. Each prod, dig and scratch at his armpit sent a new wave of incomprehensible energy to his brain, melting all words on his tongue and trampling them with loud belly laughter. He muffled as much of it as he could into his bedding, screaming into the soft fabric.
âWant to try and say that again??â Dream taunted again, giggling at Sapnapâs panicked flailing. It always melted his heart any time he got to see his best friend laugh so freely like this. Sapnapâs free fist pounded into the mattress beside him.
âOh actuallyâŠâ Dream hummed, pondering aloud. âI could even get you in this spot!â
Sapnap gasped as Dreamâs hand suddenly abandoned the attack on his armpit, barely managing to catch his breath or what the older had muttered above him. He felt lightheaded and giddy, arm practically slack in Dreamâs hold.
And then he felt fingers return to his stomach.
âNohoho! No! Youhuhu fuhuhucker!!â Sapnap barked, immediately tensing his stomach as a surge of adrenaline powered through him.
It wasnât that his stomach was a particularly bad spot; not like his armpits anyway. It was just that it was an immobilizing spot, an embarrassing one, which was arguably worse in Sapnapâs mind. His right arm was quick to rush to his tummyâs aid, trying its darndest to reach under himself and still the taunting, tapping fingers there. Dream wasnât having any of it.
âNo, youâre the fucker here!!â He snapped back, letting go of Sapnapâs wrist and wrapping an arm around the boyâs two elbows instead. He pulled them back, letting Sapnap drop to his mattress below.
A muffled yell fired itâs way into the comforter, followed by a strangled yelp as Sapnap suddenly felt himself turning.
His room spun around him, dresser, closet and hallway lights all whizzing past his field of vision; until he was greeted by the view of his ceiling, and the feeling of Dreamâs chest against his back.
âNoHAhHA!!â He cried, voice embarrassingly high and squeaky. He thrashed against Dreamâs hold, pulling at his arms and kicking out his legs. Another screech left his mouth as Dream threw a leg over his own, pinning him down at the knees, and consequently stretching his tummy up further to meet the hand that now wiggled tauntingly above his skin. âDrEEAAAM!! Stohohop!!â
âNawwww whatâs wrong? Why canât I get you in this spot?â Dream crooned. His voice was awfully close to Sapnapâs ear, close enough for the beginning of a blush to tinge his skin. A closed-mouth yelp forced its way up his throat, followed by a flurry of profanities.
âOhhh heâs mad!!â
âYouhuhuhu bIHIHitch!!â Sapnap whined, wiggling, bucking and cussing as much as his body would allow; though the fight only lasted for as long as it took Dream to start kneading into his tummy.
âNAHAHAHA!!â
A final desperate shriek paved the way for the bubbly giggles from earlier to return to their dance, welcoming any squeaks or gasps that cared to join the party. Dreamâs fingers spread to include as much of Sapnapâs wobbling tummy as possible, draining the younger boy of any fight he had left in him.
âNohohot thihihis!!â Sapnap whined, slumping helplessly back into his Dream as his stomach gave way to his giggles. He could feel a blush rising to his cheeks, the adrenaline surging through his veins only providing him with enough strength to throw his head back against Dreamâs shoulder.
âOhhhh not this? Not this??â Another whine bounced its way through his laughter as Dream chuckled against his ear. The tone was dangerous; he could hear Dreamâs smile.
Dream blew a raspberry into his neck, moving to focus his attention on the lines of muscle where Sapnapâs tummy met his sides. âIs the little sapling too ticklish to have his tummy tickled?â He couldnât help but coo; the raspberry had turned Sapnapâs laugh into squeaks, and then the changed position had enveloped them in loud belly cackles. He kneaded his hand up and down the sensitive section.
âNawwww, listen to that laugh!!â
âStahahap!!â Sapnapâs cheeks burned at the older boyâs tone, an embarrassed shiver running up his spine as he involuntarily melted back further into Dreamâs chest.
He longed for any part of his body to gain at least some of his strength back; for his legs to push up successfully against Dreamâs, or for his arms to pull hard enough and break free. He wished that the swirling warmth in his cheeks and stomach would leave and that instead the fight would return to his words.
But instead his tummy just wobbled uselessly along with his laughter.
âAww, is it too much?â A squeal pierced his throat as Dreamâs fingers suddenly switched to skitter over the middle of his tummy. High pitched, ridiculous sounding giggles poured out of him against his will. Sapnap shook his head as a few mirthful tears gathered in his eyes. âAre my tummy tickles too much to handle?â
âDREHeHeHeheheam stahahap!!â
âIs the little Sapnap just way too ticklish!?â
âFuhuhuck off!!â Sapnap yelped, cheeks and stomach ablaze in a fluster. A grand roar amongst his laughter provided him with the energy to lift himself forwards, slowly rising up from Dreamâs chest like a zombie from a grave.
Dream switched his technique again, leaping his hand down to squeeze at Sapnapâs lower tummy â a known sweet spot.
He giggled cheekily as Sapnap immediately dropped back down to his chest, twisting weakly as squeaky, tittered laughter hicupped out of him.
âIs this too embarrassing for our baby boy?â Dream murmured, ensuring to speak as directly into Sapnapâs noticeably red ear as possible.
âDOHohonât!!â Sapnap yelped, his gut churning at the cruel use of the nickname. He screamed as Dream blew another raspberry against his neck, squeezing his eyes shut as a plague of goosebumps crawled their way over his body towards the vibrations.
âWhere were you tryna go~?!â Another raspberry was blown into the side of his neck. He scrunched his shoulders up to counter the sensation, gasping through his now sporadic cackles, and then dropping them back down once even the simple task of shrugging became too difficult.
âPlehehehease stahahahap!!â He pleaded weakly, dropping his head back against Dreamâs shoulder again. Dream took the opportunity to blow another raspberry into the side of his neck, and this time Sapnap snorted.
âAwwww!!â
âNohohohoâŠ.â The coo from his celebrating friend alone was enough to make Sapnap want to disappear into the ground, but then to his absolute horror he made the exact same sound when Dream blew another raspberry into the base of his scalp.
âWhat about under here, hm~?â
Sapnap shook his head weakly as Dreamâs fingers suddenly fluttered their way up beneath his hoodie. A silent, wheezy scream squeezed its way up from his lungs, whilst the last of his fight quite literally melted away with the walls of his gut.
Dream was barely doing anything, just simply tapping and scratching over the surface of his bare tummy, and yet Sapnapâs reaction was as though he had been shot with a tranquiliser. He fell into a snorting fit when Dream lingered over his lower tummy, and managed a desperate screech that vaguely sounded similar to the word âmercyâ when he the fingers pittered their way up the side of his tummy, but apart from that his laugh was barely audible.
Dream stopped once he heard a strain in Sapnapâs breathing, pulling the youngerâs hoody down and rubbing away any tingles that he left behind. He let go of Sapnapâs arms, chuckling when the boy immediately leapt away from him in a huff.
Sapnapâs cheeks were burning. His eyes were still teary with mirth, and his heart still raced to keep up with his adrenaline rush. He promptly rolled overonto his stomach, sending a punch up to the vague direction of Dreamâs shoulder.
âAhahow!!â
âFuhuhuck youhuhu duhuhudeâŠâ
He couldnât seem to wipe his smile from his face â particularly when he heard Dream giggling beside him â so he opted for turning his head away from the older instead.
âOh come on now⊠You had fun.â Sapnap flinched as Dream ruffled a hand through his hair.
âShuhut the fuck up.â He groaned, though annoyingly enough his smile only widened.
Despite all of Sapnapâs misfortunes for the day, the Saturday morning had in fact lived up to his standards. It was just as fun and exhilarating as the rest.
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Out of Context WIPs
Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.
thanks for tagging me, @bdeblueyes đ
Some of these are many years old, others are very recent, one of them is literally titled "out of context", most of them are A Messâą and there are even more where these came from đ
Not sure how many of y'all are working on more than one WIP atm but tagging @tigersandheroes @bunnyseahorse-blog @cheyla-v @devils-sacrament-catering @northwestern-airfield @kawwwaritai @kaleidodreams and also inviting any other of my mutuals and followers with more than one WIP to join the fun! đ
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Can you write Jack and the reader get into an argument over text or the phone.
âStop playing with me.â
A/n: I can do this again if this wasnât what you were looking for. đ
Jack had been away on tour for over a month and your communication was usually very good but lately he had been distracted and you couldnât help but be bothered by it.
You sat in the living room with one of your friends and explained to her what had been going on between the two of you. Jack was starting to stay out late, not making time forïżŒ phone calls, not making as much time for you in general as he had been in the past.ïżŒïżŒ You trusted him, but your mind couldnât help but wander. You had invited your friend over as a distraction and you both had started drinking and venting about your lives. ïżŒYour friend having seen you be hurt before was instantly upset. âNah girl, you need to tell that man what youâre feeling.â
Truthfully, what she didnât know is that you were trying to reach him all night. You had sent him numerous texts and voice memos at this point but you were left on read every time. ïżŒ The more you talked about it with her the more emotional you got, you couldnât tell if it was a mixture of the alcohol or just being hurt. You never wanted to be that girl to him. The girl that acted crazy or controlling or jealous but you were slowly losing all self control.
You couldnât take it anymore and you decided that you were going to call him. Of course, he didnât answer but at this point you didnât care. âHi Jack, if that is your real nameâ you slurred a little and your friend just watched you in amazement. ïżŒïżŒâwait it actually isnât. JACKMANâ you couldnât help but shout that last part which made your very drunk friend audibly cheer you on. âStop playing with me and actually answer my calls, Iâm being so serious. And if you donât then⊠then⊠screw you!â You hung up after that and felt instant regret but your friend was cheering you on. ïżŒ
âI gotta call him backâ you hiccuped. Again, he didnât answer. âBaby, Iâm sorry I said screw you. I meant to say youâre not being very nice to me.â You started crying and your friend was already over it and was starting to fall asleep on your couch. âSometimes Iâm worried youâre not in love with me anymoreâ you said sadly. âI just wish I knew how to get your attention because I feel like youâre the worlds boyfriend but maybe not mine.â You whimpered and tried to catch your breath before saying âwell ok bye.â ïżŒ
As soon as you hung up you got a text from Jack.
Jackđ: Babe stop calling me Iâm trying to do something with my phone real quick. Iâll call you when I get to the hotel.
You had never been so instantly irritated. You were sad but angry. You knew he hadnât listened to your voicemails but you were over it. You didnât reply to his message.
You covered your friend with a blanket as she slept on your couch. Then you went to your room to sleep.
In the morning you woke up and checked your phone. Still nothing. Not one message, not a missed call, there was nothing.
You walked out into the living room and your friend was gone but Jack was sitting on the couch. âI drove her home when I got hereâ his voice sounded stern. âOh okayâ you mumbled before walking into the kitchen âwhatâre you doing here?â
Jack got up from the couch and followed you âyou think I donât love you anymore?â You avoided eye contact trying to hold back tears. Jack grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. You started to cry. âBaby baby babyâ he mumbled while rocking you back and fourth.
âI didnât know what else to do Jack. I got drunk and emotional and called you which I shouldnât have butâŠâ you were trying to stop crying and couldnât. âIâm sorry for acting crazy.â
âNo, donât apologize. I made you feel like that. Thatâs on me.â He faced you toward him and gave you a kiss. âCan you tell me what was upsetting you?â
You snuggled into his chest and explained through tears that you felt ignored, you felt like you were being put on the back burner. Jack held you and listened intently before speaking. âBaby, I promise you I never intended to make you feel that way.â
You just held on to him and he leaned down to kiss you. âCome back with me tonight.â You looked up at his excitedly. âYeah, come to this next show with me and I can apologize to you⊠fully.â
You squeezed him tight before you went to pack a bag.
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Praying, begging, crying that Lokius will win tomorrow night and that kiss scene wasn't just a delusional rumor!!!
You and me both anon!! đđ
(For anyone wondering and to try and keep hopes in check, there was talk of a cheek kiss being filmed BUT as much as I'd love for that to be the case there's also an even stronger chance it was simply rumor which is doing nothing to keep my expectations down đ
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There's only been implications of Lokius front and center pretty much every moment either or both of them have been on screen in s2 which is the most unexpected delight I can ever remember having while watching anything and makes it impossible not to assume we're getting the follow through regarding their feelings for each other! The near confession from Loki around the end of ep 1 has kind of been hanging over and influencing everything about their interactions since then and after it seemed like Loki not being more obvious about choosing Mobius led to the downfall of the entire timeline that's pretty much all I needed to apply the same reasoning to the series as well.
At this point I'm all in but also with no trust in the writers/Marvel so in a weird way it's like ascending to a level in which I'll be able to talk myself into a win no matter what happens as long as we don't lose TVA!Mobius to the timeline?? An unfathomable option that would leave me bereft of spirit for the rest of existence but one I can't ever see happening when the entire point of is exercising free will to choose and he's never done a single thing but pick and support Loki every time đ
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