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Raven

It was finally Friday and I would once again charge forth bravely into the night searching for love or at least a good time; to embark with the boldest intentions and the most optimistic outlook. I wouldn't be so shy this time and I'd get out and meet people and have fun. I'd find love, or at least a lover right? Sure... Well at least I'd have a few beers and watch other more confident guys do just that.

My plan was the same flawless failure I've always employed: hanging out at the local bar! I liked to show up early, around 8:30 I guess. Many of the regulars were there early and you could cruise around and exchange greetings before the out-of-towners and once-in-a-whilers showed up and packed the place. Some people might think it was weird that I would go there alone, but I wasn't alone if I knew 10-15 people in the bar (which I usually did). I wasn't like a "Hey NORM!" kind of guy, but I did get "hey," and "yo" (which came with the obligatory 3-part handshake/finger-clasp/fist-punch 'homey' greeting), so that was cool...

I strolled in at my usual time, scanned the bar, and there she was. Whoah. There were times when for whatever inexplicable reason, stunningly beautiful women would bless the bar with their presence. She was a fine example. I could immediately sense the tension around her. At this point, the clientele in the bar was comprised of people in a relationship or hapless dorks like me. For now, her beauty helped radiate an aura of intimidation that kept everyone at a safe distance.

She looked to be about twenty-five. Her skin was porcelain which contrasted the dark waves of raven hair falling down to the middle of her back. She sat neatly cross-legged on the barstool wearing a silky brown number that was low cut in the front, even lower cut in the back, and only went down just a little ways past her hips. She wore sparkling high heels with straps that wrapped halfway up her well-toned calves. She had several large metal bracelets on each arm and her ears were adorned ornate feathered earrings. Freckles covered the tops of her arms, back, and presumably chest and face (I couldn't see that yet). I drank in the sight of her in the spare second I had while I was casually scanning the room. The next second, my eyes fell on her friend.

Ah yes, the ultimate armor: the heavier-set, shorter, but still kind-of-cute best friend. Now I'm no ladies man, but I know the setup. I've seen it plenty of times in this place. It was like watching National Geographic. The antelope must band together to fend off attacks from the pouncing solitary tigers. Now I immediately knew that gorgeous woman was way out of my league, but I relished the opportunity to watch her as well as the drama that was likely to unfold around her.

I bellied up to the bar down the way from her so I could see her face. Yep, she had freckles. She was very pretty though - big eyes. They looked green to me; maybe hazel. Then she smiled at her friend. Wow, nice white teeth - very pretty smile. The edges of her lips formed a cute little crease that betrayed the slightest aging of her skin. She then turned her head my way. Her eyes settled on mine for just a second, and her smile lingered for just a second, before moving on. She saw me. She thought I was worth a look. She did right? Okay, I wasn't really sure.

I mean, who was I kidding? Here I was, a thirty-four year old guy of average height. I still had my dusty blonde straw-like hair, wild as always. I've drunk plenty of beer in my time and had a bit of a gut to show for it. It wasn't too bad though. I hid it well by wearing hemmed button-up shirts and a decent pair of slacks. I dusted myself in Obsession (for men), and I'm sure that helped too. While I've always thought my face was kind of doofy looking I've had girls tell me I was cute in a Simon Pegg kind of way.

It didn't matter though; I wasn't going to try to talk to her. Not now anyway. Maybe, after I've slurped a couple more pints of liquid courage. Maybe, if I could get her attention again. Maybe... But for the time being, I just ordered a beer and made the rounds saying "hi" to my friends and acquaintances.

I ended up sitting with Linda and Gary, an older married couple. They were pretty cool. I just chilled with my beer, listened to the music (which was of the slower tempo, not-ready-to-light-the-dance floor variety), and occasionally stole glances at the pale beauty sitting at the bar across from me, back turned. I hadn't even finished my first beer when her friend suddenly got up, calmly grabbed her purse, and left the bar. I was a little surprised. Surely she was just going to the car to grab something, right? She'd be right back.

I downed the rest of my beer and headed back up to the bar. Maybe I could make eye contact again. Maybe I'd even figure out if her friend was coming back. I stood at the end of the bar and casually stared in her direction, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She seemed very composed, but a little nervous too. The expression on her face was very... business-like. Wow, I maybe she WAS alone. Just then she glanced up and caught my eye again. She lingered this time, for a half second, maybe even a whole second. It was just long enough for me to start getting scared wondering who would break contact first. Her lip starts to curl. She was going to smile at me! And then HE slid in and cut off her view from me.

Cock block! Well, I didn't have any claim, but still... she was going to smile at me! Grrr... Instead she turned her head up and fired off the half-cocked smile at him. Great. I didn't even see him come in. I took a quick look around and realized that the bar was starting to fill up. He must've been a recent arrival. What a classic douche: over 6 foot tall, pink shirt with a popped collar, and a white baseball cap cocked to the side in that schmucky I'm-too-cool-to-wear-clothes-normally fashion. He propped himself up on the bar, scooted right into her personal space, leaned in, and started talking into her ear. I hated him already.

I tried to watch her reaction to him. She seemed mildly (or was it politely?) interested in him. He bought her a drink. It looked like a cranberry and vodka. She daintily sipped it through the two coffee straws parked in the ice. Alas... another fine specimen lost to douchebaggery. I ordered another beer and headed back to my table. By this time, the lights had been turned a little lower, the disco ball was lit up, and the dance music began cranking through the speakers. I really did think that Kanye West Gold Digger song was pretty cool – the first twenty times I heard it.

Linda and Gary got up a couple times to dance. It was always hilarious to see an older couple shaking it to hip hop and modern pop songs. Meanwhile, I kept tracking back to my prized eye-candy for the evening. She was still sitting at the bar. Her friend never came back. The douche was still hanging around too. Clearly, he was trying to monopolize her attention. She seemed polite, but I couldn't really tell if she was enjoying herself or not. It looked like she was still nursing the first drink he bought her.

As was usually the case, the more beer I drank, the faster I drank it. Needing another refill, I sauntered up to the bar. This time I boldly decided to park myself right next to her. As I looked around, I realized that the bar was getting pretty full. The bartender was literally running back and forth behind the bar to fill orders. Okay, it was more like a half-assed jog, but you get my point. Her back was still turned to me because the douche was demanding her attention, carrying on about something – probably the size of the stereo in his rice burner. So I just patiently waited for my turn to order, trying to look cool.

The bartender caught my eye and I raised my empty glass to indicate I wanted another beer. He starts walking over towards the tap when the douche flags him down with some other order. Damn! I got bartender-blocked too! Before I could mope to myself, I realized my luck had just turned. With the frat-boy's attention set on the bartender, the pale beauty I'd been admiring all night finally turned around and noticed me standing there. Those big bright green eyes sized me up and in a heartbeat she fired off that smile again. She'd been saving it!

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Um, hi," I responded in my best oh-yeah-I'm-cool manner. With her eyes on me, I looked over her shoulder at Pepto-Biff-Tannen and did my best impression of him trying to lean-swagger so hard against the bar while pantomiming the turn of an imaginary cap on my head.. She let out a little giggle and I smiled back, genuinely this time. Taking it further, I hammed it up pretending to flip up a non-existent collar while giving her the wankster "what's up" shrug of my head. She got her hand up to her face just in time to snort as sudden convulsions of silent laughter bounced her body up and down.

She locked eyes with me and then turned her head to take a knowing stare at Yacht-club-dropout who was still oblivious to our impromptu mockery. Her eyes flashed and that smile came firing out again. It was clear a mischievous thought had come to her mind. She pulled the straws out of her drink, gulped the rest of it, and set the glass down on the counter.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked me, looking me straight in the eye almost as if it were a command instead of an entreaty.

I was shocked. Really? She wanted to dance with me? What I really couldn't believe was that the next thought to enter my mind was, 'but I haven't gotten my beer yet.' Like waiting even another second for Preppy-Billy-Zabka to turn back around was advisable. Fortunately, I come to my senses quickly.

"Sure," I replied with an air of faux nonchalance, setting my empty mug down.

I took her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Lost Without U by Robin Thicke was playing. Perfect. As we get onto the dance floor, I realized how tall she was. I'm 5'10, and with those heels, she was just a bit taller than me. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, content to dance close to me. I put my hands on the small of her back and leaned in to smell her hair. Mmm... very floral, perhaps a hint of vanilla. I breathed it in deeply, feeling it stir jittery butterflies in my core. One of her hands slid down my back as she stepped in a bit closer. A trail of goose bumps burrowed its way down my arm.

After about a minute of this pure bliss, she leaned back a bit and smiled, "Sorry about dragging you out here like that. I really needed to get away from that guy."

Yeah, it was a REAL inconvenience to have to dance closely with such an attractive woman. "Sure, no problem," I replied casually.

Reminded of the alpha-jock-archetype, I glanced back over at the bar to see him leaning back watching us, clearly fuming. "Yeah, your man-friend back there doesn't look too happy."

She tilted her head back a bit and rolled her eyes, "Ughh," before stepping back in to dance close again.

We dance for a few moments more. As I watch her expressions, it was clear was scheming about something. Then, as if an epiphany struck, her eyes lit up and she smiled that big, deadly smile at me, "Hey, can I ask you a favor?"

Anything. ANYTHING! I'll do anything for you.

"What?" I ask.

"Would you be my boyfriend?"

Huh?

"Your boyfriend? Wow, you move fast," I replied almost hoping she really did move that fast.

"No no no silly... You know..." she made air-quotes with her hands in front of my face before wrapping them back around my neck, "a 'boyfriend'. So I don't have to put up with creeps like that guy back there."

Oh... a pretend boyfriend. Got it.

"Oh I see what you mean," I replied pausing, only not to seem too eager, "Sure, I can do that."

I'm all smiles now. Of COURSE I can do that. When the song ended, I lead her back to my table and we sat down with Gary and Linda. I politely flagged down the waitress and ordered the next round of beers and cranberry-vodka.

We talked. I learned that her name was Brandy and recited 'Brandy Brandy Brandy!' a thousand times silently in my head to lock it in. I also learned that she was a receptionist at a local business that sells parts for industrial manufacturing or something like that. She revealed that her friend had to leave because she worked early the next day. Brandy was going to leave too, but it'd been so long since she's been out that she decided to stay. She leaned over and told me she almost regretted the decision because of the pink-narcissus. It turned out that her polite attitude towards him was just that: being polite to some random creepy guy.

I started rattling off some of my euphemisms for guys like him and she snorts again in laughter. "Ha ha!" she giggles, putting her hand on my leg, "Pepto-Biff-Tannen! That's hilarious! He kept going on and on about all the offroading he does, blah blah blah."

I also learned that Brandy was no slouch in the drinking department. It took her nearly an hour to finish her first cranberry and vodka. It only took her another hour to finish the next three. With each drink she became more open and vibrant. She laughed more often. She touched me more often. I didn't know if she was simply maintaining the ruse of us as a couple for onlookers, or if that's simply how she was. Mr-Overcompensates was still prowling around the bar. He'd moved to hitting on other women, but he was still keeping an eye on us.

And then Sexyback came on over the speakers and she DRAGGED me out onto the dance floor. Immediately, Brandy turned around, backed up her tush and started repeatedly slapping it against my pelvis while lifting her hair with both hands and letting it fall onto her shoulders. She was having a great time. More importantly, she was having a great time with ME!

At this point, I just tried to stand there and look cool, maybe swaying a bit to the beat. There was an audience of other men watching her, lust in their eyes. Other couples were on the dance floor, but the spotlight might as well have been on Brandy.

She turned around, placed her hands on my sides and went into a full squat. Perching on those heels with her legs fully folded, she parked her face right in front of my crotch. Now I had sprung wood the moment her rear had slammed into me the first time. It couldn't be helped. I'm sure she knew. How could she not? And now she was taking a good look at her handy work. On her way back up, she nudged my belly with her head, waving her hair all around. I looked down to see a lustful, pouty, open-mouthed look dancing on her face.

It was a very sexy routine. I couldn't tell if she'd practiced it before. Her technique wasn't flawless, but her enthusiasm was excellent. I put my arms around her and pulled her in close for some more intimate dancing. I ran my hand up her neck through her hair and then wrapped it around her head, massaging the lobe of her ear with my thumb. I wrapped my other arm around her and held her close. Our hips worked frantically, trying to grind the beat into each other. My manhood was at full attention and lasciviously pressing itself into her belly. She had to know it was there and seemed to relish focusing her rhythmic bodily contact at that point.

We ground our way lustily through the next song as well. Sometimes we changed position, but we were always rubbing hips. It was like we were having sex... with our clothes on... with an audience. Thanks to Brandy's provocative gyrations, I had a few moments where I wondered if I could 'contain' the excitement boiling in my pants. The dancing was hard work too. Pretty soon we had both built up a steady moisture and were wiping sheen from our brows. She looked much sexier doing so than I did.

When the song ended, we got off the dance floor and she planted a long wet kiss on my cheek. Then she laughed and said, "That was fun."

The musk of her glow had combined well with the scent of her perfume. She smelled intoxicating. It was like she'd been switched on. I imagined that she would smell equally great after making love. Hell, we'd just practically made love in all but the penetration and climax.

As I lead her back to our table, I couldn't help it. I had to blurt it out, "I like you. You're fun."

My sentiment came out completely childish, but she just smiled back and said, "I like you too!"

And so the night went on. She laughed at my corny jokes and when a good song came on, she dragged me back out onto the dance floor for another workout. When the DJ called last-call for alcohol, she was clearly disappointed, "Oh... So soon? But I'm not ready to go home yet!"

As luck would have it, I knew of an after-party that a couple of the bar-regulars held routinely. I was a little leery of suggesting it to her as I knew we would be greatly outnumbered by other guys, but it didn't matter. As soon as I mentioned it she jumped at the idea, "Let's go! Can you drive?"

So we decided to go. I could tell upon arrival that Brandy was not impressed. The house had a very run-down frat feeling to it. She stayed close to my side as we walked into the shabby living room and I exchanged greetings with a few guys I knew. Then we grabbed a couple cans of Icehouse beer (yum-yum! – NOT) and parked it on one of the beat-up couches. She sat on my lap and wrapped an arm around my neck. Based on her trepidation, I wasn't sure if she was really that into me, or just leery of EVERYONE else at the house. There was dance music playing and a few of the girls who showed up were dancing/stumbling around in the living room. Brandy seemed content to stay seated on my lap, rocking a bit to the beat. Of course, her proximity and steady rocking motion guaranteed my perpetual hard-on would last, frustrated to the early morning hours. There was no way she couldn't have noticed, but she never said anything. Instead, she just continued smiling and nuzzling her butt into my lap.

The upbeat energy of dancing and drinking at the club had not carried over successfully to the afterparty and before long, I could see the late hour and the alcohol taking its toll on Brandy. She'd curled her legs up and was resting her head on my shoulders. As much as I enjoyed the cuddle and stroking her long dark hair, my concern for her wellbeing eventually took over.

"Had enough fun for tonight?" I inquire, brushing a strand of hair away from her pretty face.

It wasn't meant to be a loaded question, but I was almost hoping she would say 'Not yet! I'm saving the best for last!' or something to that effect. Instead, she just nods her head and mumbles out an "Mmm hmm."

"Ok," I whispered close into her ear. "Is it okay if we leave your car at the bar for tonight?"

"No car. Took a cab."

"Oh, okay. Well I can drive you home if you want. Where do you live?"

"Aw... can't we go to your house?" she purred, running her finger down my chest.

Suddenly, I had gone from 'boyfriend' to BOYFRIEND. I feel a little guilty because I know she'd had too much to drink, but how can I refuse an offer like that?

She seemed to come alive suddenly and stood up off the couch reaching her hand out to me. Then she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "Come on loverboy! Take me home!" which drew immediate ogling "Oooooohhh's" from everyone in the vicinity. A couple of my friends gave me the whistle-wink-thumbs-up routine, knowing that for me to leave the party with a pretty woman on my arm was a rare thing indeed.

So I grabbed her jacket off the couch and hurried her out of the house to a cacophony of catcalls. She giggled the whole way. Once we were in the car, she turned to me, leaned over, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.

"I had soooo much fun tonight! Thanks!"

"You're welcome," I replied warmly. "I had fun too."

Then her mood quickly turned sad. "I have a confession to make though," she frowned.

Uh oh, here it came. "What's that?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and sighed loudly, "I have a boyfriend."

All I could think was, 'What the fuck?'

"You mean other than your current 'boyfriend'?" I ask, referring to myself.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. ...I do. He doesn't like to go out," she sighs again, "I had a great time though."

Me too. I was certainly disappointed, but compared to any other Friday night in my life, this was still a top-tier evening. So I sucked it up and tried to make the best of it.

"Oh... so do you want me to just drive you home then?"

"Um well, he thinks I'm at my girlfriends tonight... Would you mind if I stayed with you?"

"Um..." I stuttered, not sure what to think.

"I'm sorry if I'm putting you out."

"No, it's okay. I don't mind," I replied, trying to hide my confusion. Why had she told me she had a boyfriend and then asked to stay over? Was this her way of politely backing out of any further intimacy?

"Okay, okay... but NOTHING's going to happen," she said while wagging her finger in a no-no pattern, "You understand that right?"

Sure I understood. I had a universal signal I briefly pondered giving her replete with a nice boot out the car door. 'Think about that while you're walking home!' But I couldn't do that. I was a nice guy, and up until this point, I'd had a really fun evening. So I just mentally prepared for the inevitable frustrating end to our evening and replied as politely as I could.

"Yeah, sure. I even have a spare bedroom."

"You do? Perfect! Thank you so much! You're so nice to me..."

Nice? Uh oh. Friend Zone.

The drive home was quiet. She cuddled up and turned away from me in her seat and appeared to be asleep. When we arrived at my house, I had to open the door and help her out of the car.

With her arm around my shoulder and my arm around her waist, I helped her inside and up the stairs. Despite the recent turn of events, I still got goosebumps from feeling her pressed against me and smelling her hair.

"You have a nice... house," she mumbled.

"Thanks," I said as we crested the stairs.

I got her into the spare bedroom where my mother would stay when she came to town. I hadn't washed the sheets yet from Mom's last visit, but at least the bed was made (thanks Mom). I flicked on the light and showed Brandy in.

She looked around and smiled, "This will do nicely."

With that, she shuffled over to the bed, sat down and began undoing the straps of her high heels. I stood in the doorway, ready to offer assistance if she needed it. She didn't. A moment later her shoes were off and she stood up. For the first time tonight, she was shorter than me.

Then she looked at me, smiled, and reached down to grab the hem of her dress. In one quick motion she flipped it up over her hips revealing a lacy blue thong beneath. It was happening so quickly, I didn't even think to turn away. A couple of wiggles later, she had the entire dress up over her head, exposing a cute lacy blue bra lifting up her small, pert breasts. The dress fell to the floor and she immediately set about unfastening her bra. It fell away easily as well.

There Brandy stood before me wearing only a tiny thong. Her demeanor suggested that being nearly naked before me was perfectly normal. She made a big show of stretching as she lifted her arms over her head and yawned, her breasts rising and falling before me. Then winked at me, turned around, wiggled her tush, and began peeling back the covers on my bed.

Then the show was over as quickly as it had begun. She climbed into the bed, pulled up the covers tight, and let out a long sigh.

"Can you turn out the lights?"

"Okay, um... goodnight then."

"Night night!"

Bewildered, I turned off the light, closed the door, and shuffled off to my own bedroom. It was 4 am by this time, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Instead, I just laid in bed thinking to myself over and over, 'What the hell? There is a beautiful, nearly-naked woman in my own house yet I'm sleeping alone. What the hell? We danced. We hugged. I smelled her perfume. I played with her hair. She flirted with me the WHOLE time, yet here I am still sleeping alone. WHAT THE HELL?'

My thoughts wandered to her innocent little strip tease, the image of her lithe, fabulous body was burned into my brain. I imagined that instead of turning me away, she had continued to tease me. After undressing, she would lay back on the bed and begin rubbing herself through her panties while tweaking a nipple with her free hand.

"I had so much fun tonight," she would say. "Dancing all night, holding you close. Rubbing up against your hard cock..."

Then I would go to the side of the bed, sit on the edge, and watch her continue to rub herself and talk dirty to me...

"Yes, I know I made you hard... and I liked it. I kept you hard all night, rubbing my ass against you on the dance floor... Sitting on your lap and wiggling against your dick. I could tell it was big too. I liked that."

I would say nothing, instead continuing to watch her hand rub circles on the front of her panties. Maybe I would put a hand on her leg and gently pet her thigh...

"I've been wondering all night how your cock would feel in my pussy. Rubbing and dancing and holding you close... It's made me so wet. Can you see it?"

She would then lift her hand away from her mound, grabbing the top of her thong and pulling it tight against her sex. It was quite evident that her pussy was engorged, soaking through the front of her panties...

My lewd thoughts of Brandy had finally become more than I could stand. I had my hand down in my boxers, gently stroking myself as I fantasized about what would happen next. I was getting pretty into it when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Brandy's almost child-like voice called out my name tentatively.

Embarrassed, I whipped my hand back out of my boxers and rolled over onto my belly. Like modesty mattered at this point.

"Yes?" I replied.

The door opened slightly, and through the shadows I could make out her sticking her head in.

"It's really cold in there."

Then I remembered that I had closed the vents in the ceiling of the spare bedroom to save on heating costs. "Oh, right... I'm sorry. The vents are closed. I can open them for you." I started to get out of bed but then hesitated when I realized she'd see my tented, wet-spot appointed boxers.

Perhaps she misread my hesitation, but she saved me. "No, that's okay," she said, slipping inside the doorway with her arms folded across her naked chest. "I was actually... I was wondering if I could maybe stay with you?"

A thousand questions ran through my head, but I only needed one answer, "Um, sure."

I saw her figure hurriedly approach in the moonlight as I pulled the covers aside and made room. She climbed in quickly and snuggled up against me. Eager to touch her again, I was surprised by how cold her skin was.

"Brrr..." she shivered.

I wrapped my arms around her and we settled into a spooning position. Once again, her butt was pressed into my crotch. A little chagrined, I wasn't sure what to do or think next. Do I just try to fall asleep with this gorgeous woman in my arms? Do I make a move? Would I be taking advantage of her? What the hell?

"Hmmm..." she purred, "You're warm."

And with that, she went still. Soon, her breathing becomes the measured in and out of a woman comfortably asleep.

I laid still with her in my arms for as long as I could. Though it was probably only minutes, it felt like I had held myself politely still for hours. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me. I slowly began to run my hand down her thigh, lingering on her butt just long enough to caress it and then back down again.

I did this for about two minutes before she sighed and rolled forward onto her tummy. My hand froze, but her breathing stayed calm and measured. So my hand began wandering again, down her thigh and then up over her cute little butt to caress her back. I continued tentatively exploring Brandy's body, savoring the feel of her smooth naked skin.

I heard what I would have described as a contented mumble as I slid my hand back down her back. Her butt wiggled slightly and her legs spread apart. Her skin had quickly gone from cold to warm.

Emboldened, I took extra time caressing her butt on the next pass. I even went so far as to grab a handful and squeeze gently.

I was just about to move on to caressing her thigh when her hand snaked out and slapped mine.

'Uh oh,' I think to myself, 'I'm in trouble now.'

But instead of admonishing me further, her hand moved off of mine and down between the fabric of her panties and the fleshy crevasse of her butt. Grabbing a bunch of material, she yanked her thong upwards, pushing the lips of her sex aside as her wet gusset slid between.

She let out a contented sigh as I watched her, frozen with nervous excitement. After a brief tug, her hand let go, went limp again, and then slowly retreated back under her pillow. I was so surprised I didn't move, unsure of what had just happened. Was that deliberate or was she acting out in her sleep?

I slowly moved the covers aside and looked at her in the moonlight. I could barely make out her lips peeking out of either side of her stretched thong.

I was so entranced by the sight of her sex in the pale light, I simply sat there and stared at it. Moments passed quietly as I gazed upon her, transfixed. As if she had become impatient, her butt started to wiggle again. Snapping back into the moment, I took her gesture as an invitation. I reached my hand back down to caress her butt. My touch was met with a muted sigh of contentment.

Encouraged, I moved from slowly from rubbing her cheeks to slipping my fingers down under her thong, just as she had moments before. This elicited another contented sigh as my fingers immediately felt her wetness. I used my pointer finger to peel aside her thong while my middle finger caressed her sex.

I felt her hips shift as she pressed subtly back against my hand. What sort of game was this we were playing? Was she really asleep and reacting as if in a dream, or was she merely pretending to be asleep as part of some odd ploy to avoid responsibility for whatever was going to happen next? Either way, her body very much wanted me to continue. As I slipped my hand further down into her crotch, I used my fingers to spread her sex. It opened easily: wet, warm, and inviting.

Holding her thong aside with my thumb, I began running my two fingers up and down her labia. She continued subtly gyrating her hips and moaning softly into the pillow as I stroked her pussy and slipped a finger inside. Keeping my right hand working on her sex, I used my free hand to prop myself up onto my knees and straddled myself over her.

My hardon had never subsided, but my need felt more urgent now than it had all night. I fished out my erect penis from the slit in my boxers and began lazily stroking myself as I continued to administer to her wet, increasingly needy crevasse with my now sopping fingers.

I was incredibly turned on by our "unconscious" role play. I wanted to be inside her so badly. Would she allow the game to go that far? Was it what she wanted? At this point, what could it hurt to try and find out? I gently slid my fingers away from her sex, painting a wet trail on her bare as cheeks.

I paused a moment to see what she would do when I stopped playing with her pussy. For a few moments: nothing. Then I heard a muffled whimper as her ass wiggled again. She wanted more.

I sat up a bit more so I could work my boxers over my hips, springing free my engorged prick. I then carefully worked my underwear down past my knees and off. Brandi continued to whine and wiggle her tush almost as if she knew what I was about to do and couldn't wait.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it a couple more times as I squatted back down onto the back of her thighs. I aimed myself at her exposed sex and rested my head just above the entrance to her vagina.

She wiggled her butt again, swirling my cockhead around in her juices. I worked my hips with her gyrations to prevent her from slipping inside her. The thought of teasing her now seemed like a mild form of justice for the way she'd teased me all night. More than that though, I really needed to know for sure that she wanted me inside her. I needed to know I wasn't about to take advantage of a passed out young woman who only seemed to be enjoying my ministrations.

"Tell me you want it," I instructed calmly. "Tell me you want me to fuck you right now."

Silence. Her hips continued to jiggle, coaxing me on. I continued resisting, pulling back if her moist lips got too close to drawing me in.

"Say it...," I commanded now.

This time, her hips stopped moving. There was a long pause...

"Mmmm... Fuck me baby...," she relented in a passionate whisper.

That was all I needed. I relaxed my hips and slid forward slightly. As I did so, my dick finally breached the divide between teasing and fucking as my cockhead slowly eased its way into her. Brandy's hips didn't move, but I heard her exhale a long, contented sigh.

She felt wonderful. Already sloppy wet from our tease-play, her vagina accepted my manhood with a warm, snug embrace. I carefully eased myself forward, savoring every bit of her depth as I slid myself to the hilt. Aside from her sigh, Brandy was silent and motionless. Her body seemed completely relaxed with nary a tight muscle to be seen or felt. I slid myself back out just as slowly, observing the moist sheen she had deposited on my dick.

I started to steady my pace: slowly in, slowly out. I wanted to take my time enjoying the lewd circumstances of our joining. There she was like a ragdoll, letting me pull aside her thong and fuck her all while acting oblivious to everything that was going on. I continued caressing her butt and pulling on her thong as I slid in and out. Despite my best intentions, I began quickening my pace. Her pussy was coating me with her juices and the sight of her ass crack totally exposed was such a turn on, I couldn't help myself.

Before I knew it, I was fucking her properly; thrusting in and out. Though still relaxed, Brandy's breathing had intensified with my strokes. A slight vocalization escaped her lips each time I drove it home almost as if I was pumping life into her. By now I had given up the pretense of "sneaking sex" without "waking" her. My hands were gripping her butt tightly to steady my rhythm. I was breathing heavily. The whole bed was shaking. The headboard was smacking against the wall.

It felt so good. I knew I would not be able to last much longer. Only now did it dawn on me that, since I wasn't wearing protection of any sort, she might not like it if I came inside her. There was no time to make a reasoned analysis of my options, so I settled on breaking my silence again and giving her warning.

"Oh god baby! I'm going to cum soon..."

That elicited an immediate moan as if the anticipation of me fully "violating" her was going to push her over the edge. Her body curled a bit as she tightened her grip on her pillow.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

I took that as permission to spill my seed inside her and pulled off the throttle a bit. I changed up my quick pumping for longer, deeper thrusts; each one prompting a complimentary "ugh" from Brandy muffled into her pillow. At the precipice of ecstasy, I shoved deep into her one last time, pressing the head of my cock up against her cervix. I tensed my muscles holding off the coming release for as long as I could. A moment later, my orgasm overcame that fickle barrier and exploded ejaculate in deep, forceful bursts against the walls of her sex.

"Ummmm..... cumming!" I warned her, a bit too late.

She was already reacting to the sensation of throbbing head releasing semen. Her hips began bucking more wildly than ever before, trying to milk the last bits of pleasure from my cock.

"Oh God yes! Adam! Yesssss!" she screamed as if waking from her self-imposed stupor.

Adam? My name's not Adam.

I refused to ruin the moment though. Her body started shuddering. I held her quivering ass tight, keeping myself buried deep in her as she rode out wave after wave of orgasm. Eventually the bucking of her hips subsided and her head rolled to the side. No longer muffled by the pillow, she took a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.

"Mmmmmm...."

Her eyes were still closed, but I could see the crease of a slight smile on her face. Enjoying the moment, I caressed her body once more. I massaged her butt, rubbed my hands up and down her back, and then down the sides of her thighs. Brandy's only response was goosepimples. Then I slowly drew myself out. She shuddered one last time as the tip of my head left her sex and then she went still again.

Exhausted, I fell back on the bed beside her. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but damn it sure felt great. I just hoped I had read her signals properly. The grin plastered on her face suggested that I had. I wasn't sure who Adam was though. Did she think my name was "Adam"? Was that her boyfriend's name? The questions swirled in my mind for only a moment. As the euphoria of sexual release began to wear off, sleep quickly claimed me.

I woke up the next morning and found her gone from the bed. "Oh crap," I thought to myself, remembering back to the deeds of last night. Had I done something wrong? Where had she gone?

Just then, I heard the toilet flush in my bathroom and I saw her come out. She was now fully dressed and seemed to be in a giddy mood. In her hand, I spied what could only be the wadded, soiled material of her thong.

"Hey there sleepy-head!" she greeted me, sitting on the edge of the bed politely keeping the hand holding her thong out of sight.

"Hey," I reply as nonchalantly as possible.

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night. I really appreciate it."

"Sure, no problem."

"You know, I had the weirdest dream last night," she intoned sarcastically.

"Oh?" I said, playing along.

"Yeah. I dreamt I was having sex with my boyfriend. He was massaging me, toying with my pussy, and then he fucked me REALLY good from behind."

Adam must be her boyfriend then. "Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm. It was pretty hot. I'm sorry if I got weird or moaned out loud in the night or anything..."

Not sure how to react to that, I just went with: "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway... I just wanted to check and make sure we're cool right?"

"Of course. Absolutely."

"Good. It must've been a pretty good dream, because I totally soiled my panties."

On cue, she offered up the evidence dangling her thong by the waistline on one finger in front of me. I could see could see the cloudy soiled gusset clearly in front of me. I said nothing.

Brandy continued, "Clearly I can't take these home with me. What would my boyfriend think if he saw these?"

"Uhh..."

"So I'll tell you what. Why don't you keep these," she said tossing her panties in my lap, "and we'll keep whatever happened last night strictly between us, ok?"

Who was I to argue with that?

"Sounds like a plan."

"Good. Now you just rest up and I'll get out of your hair. My cab is waiting downstairs."

She had already called a cab. Great. It was a relief to be so summarily untangled from whatever mischief we'd gotten ourselves into last night, but at the same time I was a bit chagrined to know I would likely never see her again.

"You didn't have to do that. I could've..."

"No, it's better this way," she interrupted. "Thank you so much for everything last night... and I do mean EVERYTHING. I had such a good time..."

I heard two distinct, impatient toots of a car horn outside.

"That's my ride!"

She got up, leaned over, and kissed me tenderly on the forehead. She looked me in the eye and gave me another one of her great smiles. Then she spun around, was out the door, and out of my life.

I looked down at my lap to the ragged blue thong. I picked it up and examined my handiwork. The mess wasn't anything a good washing couldn't cure, but I doubted that was the point. This was a memento to do with and savor however I pleased and a reminder of the crazy party girl who let me fuck her in her "sleep". Of course she had been awake the whole time. These panties were a token to let me know everything was okay.

I lifted them up to my nose and smiled.

#Raven #freckles #one night stand #Fucking #sleeping beauty #sleep sex #Pick up #his perspective #pick up artist

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At the nightclub

Summary: Recently single, you take advantage of the dance floor to find a partner for the night.

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: Smut +18

It’s inspired by a TikTok I saw early today. You can get check it out. @f1povs_1 on TikTok, it's the story in red. :)

She’s at the club with a group of friends. Enjoying the nightlife of Monaco. She got in a fight with Lance, and it’s over. He broke up with her. She’s miserable, but her friends convinced her to come. Obviously, he has to be there with his friend and a few other drivers she has met several times.

She tries to enjoy her night with her girlfriends as much as possible but can feel his gaze on her. Every move, every word, every drink is analyzed by him. Often during the night, she got offered drinks by other guys, and the more she felt miserable, the more she needed to drink.

Her friends dragged her to the dance floor, and she spent the next hours dancing and rubbing herself against guys she had never met. Just enjoying her life. Eventually, she loses her friend in the crowd and ends up in the arms of Pierre Gasly, the Frenchman, the womanizer of formula one.

“Your hips are magic to my body,” he whispers in her ear, pulling her closer. “Y/n, right? We never really talk.”

“That’s true.” She says, rubbing herself even more toward him.

“I heard you and Lance broke up.”

“Also true.” She grins and pulls his hair, touching his skin freely as another song plays.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” He whispers in her ear as their bodies are close, and his hands are on her lower back.

“Same to you, very handsome.”

They dance together for a while, getting closer and closer. She can “feel” him as they are literally rubbing each other at this point. It’s not even a dance; they are just trying to find some release.

“I always wanted to kiss you.” He mutters in her ear. She stops and grins.

“You should do it.” She teases him and turns around. Flashing her eyes in his.

He holds her butt and kisses her. She puts her arms around his neck and kisses him back passionately. Pulling her tongue in his mouth, making him groan.

“Whoah, now I know what Charles and Lance are discussing.” He laughs and kisses her again.

She ignores what Pierre just said and tries to have some fun.

Lance is watching her from afar, next to the bar. She makes eye contact and turns back to Pierre to kiss him. He puts his hand on your butt. He sees her and is about to get up from his chair when Charles beats him to it. He pulls her away from Pierre.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed by him.

“I’m single. Let me have some fun.” She takes Pierre's hands and goes away.

Mick comes next to Esteban, who assists the whole interaction.

“Is it Y/n with Pierre?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Yes... She wants to make him suffer.” He sighs and nods at Lance, furious in his chair.

“She still loves him...” Mick turns around and sees Lance running his fingers through his hair.”

She brings him back to her apartment.

“You live alone?” Pierre asks in the elevator, kissing her neck.

“Yeah,” she mutters between breaths.

“So, we have the apartment for ourselves” He grins, taking her out and getting to her door. “Am going to fuck you so right.”

Once the door opens, they enter, and Pierre does not hesitate to deepen the kisses because he knows these thoughts have consumed both of their bodies since they dance at the nightclub.

She leads into the bedroom, removing her dress while walking, making Pierre groans with pleasure. She smirks at him before turning entirely to him, and he can see the wetness between her legs. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for Pierre to come closer.

“Already wet, and we haven’t done anything yet.” He mutters

She doesn't respond to anything and grabs the hem of Pierre's shirt. Ripping off the buttons all at once. Pierre chuckles with amusement as her hands scramble to undo his trousers.

She pulls them down, and he steps out of it, groaning, feeling her breath close to his draft. Pierre’s pupils dilate with desire. Seeing her on her knees on the bed while he’s standing in from of her with all his might.

“His abs are fucking chocolate bar, perfectly designed.” She thinks getting flustered even more by him. The thought of Lance comes into her mind, and she pushes it away. It’s only her and her desire tonight. She wants Pierre, and he wants her.

She runs her tongue over his toned abs, licking his light, sweaty body. Her hand sliding under the band of his boxer, he tenses, and his length gets harder. She looks up at him, waiting for his approval to remove it.

He agrees. Not waiting any longer, she takes them off, kissing her way down. Pierre’s brain is clouded with pleasure, and all common sense no longer exists. “Putain, I’m fucking her so hard tonight.”

She slides her tongue over his tip, making him moan softly. Putting a hand on her head, he grabs a portion of her hair, pulling it slightly. Seeing him like it this much, she opens her lips wilder to take him. With one hand, she helps herself to suck his dick, moving it up and down in a steady motion, rubbing her tongue around it.

“Putain, t’es trop bonne.” He moans. You’re so fucking good.

She picks up the pace, and his moans become louder. She can feel his pre-cum in her mouth, tasting his dick even more.

“Keep... keep going,” he mumbles, pulling her hair to set a faster pace. “I’m close.”

She sucks and feels him release his seed without warning. Choking on it, he pulls her out, realizing his action. He mutters an apology before taking her in his arm. Trying to catch his breath after his first orgasm of the night. She keeps stroking his dick, keeping his limb hard.

“Lay down,” She orders him, finally catching her breath.

He lays down, looking at her, stripping out of the last clothes she has on. She straddles his hips, taking his hardening erection into her hands and aligns it with her entrance. As Pierre thrusts into her, she lets out a cry of Lance's name by accident. It echoes in the room, but Pierre doesn’t mind. He’s the one fucking her right now, making her moan and cum.

To apologize, she goes down on his neck, kissing him all the way. Leaving red marks on her way up to his lips. Groans leave Pierre's mouth as he throws his head back in pleasure. The realization that her wetness allows him to thrust in and out of her vigorously, and it’s enough for him to forgive her.

They find the perfect rhythm, rolling their hips and thrusts simultaneously and at the same pace. Making it easier for Pierre to find her G-spot. The first time he hits it, she cries out his name in his ear. Clawing on his shoulder with her nails. His own nails dug into her hips, probably leaving bruises tomorrow.

Pierre is not used to not being on top, making this new situation even more, sexier for him. Every thrust, every breath, every kiss makes him harder, and his member grows even further. Her walls quickly clenched around his dick. This whole new sensation causes her to race toward her orgasm.

She kisses him, biting his lip and feeling him twitch inside her. Pierre thrusts three powerful times, and he releases himself inside of her. She collapses on his chest, still feeling his penis flowing into her entrance. She rolls off him and gaps for her breath.

“I should do that earlier,” she says as Pierre her head down his chest.

“Well, you’re welcome in my bed anytime.” He winks at her.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader

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athenaswrath · 2 months

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Until I Found You - Chapter 3

Quinn Hughes x Reader

Word count: 1,163

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 >Chapter 3< Chapter 4

Quinn's POV

When Jack and Luke started talking about how amazing the new girl on their crew was, I thought she was just another girl looking for fun, but time passed and they kept bringing her into every single conversation. Then mom and dad met her, and the same thing happened. "She cannot be that good, she's probably faking it" I told them from time to time. While Jack was harder to get close to, Luke was so caring, and that worried me. He is already so attached to her, "you don't know her, Quinn" is what he always answers.

Now that I met her and saw the panic on her face, I couldn't help but think about everything she's done for my brothers, like that time she helped Luke with a panic attack or how she cooks for them from time to time, taking the time to look at their diet. So after I left her outside the room, I started beating myself up. I'm not the best around people, which should be a valid excuse in any other situation, but I also know that she suffers from anxiety and that she helped Luke that time from mere experience.

So when I went downstairs and Jack formally introduced me to her, I took advantage of Trevor's nonexistent silence to distract my attention from her and think about how I was going to make her feel welcomed, but time passed and eventually she came to me again. "Hey" she said in a soft voice, "you should go upstairs and sleep there, I mean, this is your room after all. Holtzy is there but I'm sure Jack or Lu wouldn't mind switching" and there it was, she thought I was uncomfortable with her. I took the time to truly look at her, and I could see it. Behind that cute face and soft body, I could see that kind-hearted girl my brothers described all this time.

After God knows how long, I finally said "Thank you, but it's okay if you sleep there. And... I'm sorry, I... What happened earlier was my fault, so you don't have to blame yourself for it, it is nice to finally meet the girl that my brothers feel so close to" I took another glance at her, trying to keep a soft expression, and then I headed upstairs, where Luke was yelling for me.

"What?" "Whoah man relax, just wanted to give you some blankets" I didn't say anything after that, but I could feel his gaze on me "why are we giving bad looks at Q this time Lukey?" said Jack when he entered the room. "I don't know yet, but there's something off about him today"

"It better not be related to Belle" he said in a serious tone, which was a weird thing. Luke immediately stopped moving and looked at me and I could feel my god-damned face heating up. "No, absolutely not. You won't get too close to her, but you'll make her feel safe. You hear me? I told you this whole time she was one of the kindest, hardest working, selfless people I know and I don't want you to take advantage of that"

"what do you think I'm gonna do to her? you know damn well I don't like to fool around and I will never try to hurt her, I know she means a lot to you, we're just... in an awkward situation, I think she's unconfortable?"

Luke threw the blankets at me and said "well you better fix it Quintin" and then he's slamming the door, leaving me stading in the corridor.

The next morning I wake up to my growling stomach, and I immediately know why. I'm pretty sure the entire house smells like waffles and bacon, so I make my way to the kitchen to find y/n slicing apples, and I can spot enough food for 30 people (or the equivalent, which is all 7 of us)

"How'd you do this?" I said before thinking, which caused her to jump in surprise and make a cut on her own hand "oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I grab her hand, putting it under the water. When she didn't answer, I turned to look at her, only to find a very pale-faced girl trying to catch her breath "yeah I just hate blood" she looked at me and gave me a small smile, which was immediately replaced by a frown "did I wake you? I'm sorry, I tried to be as quiet as possible..." Way to fix this, I thought to myself "I just made you cut your hand, and you're worrying about me waking up early? Jesus, you're... not what I expected"

I couldn't help but laugh. All this time I was worried about her taking advantage of my brothers in some way, and here she is, making me feel like an asshole. I grabbed a band-aid and secured it on her cut, barely hearing a small "thank you" coming off her lips, and before she can turn around, I say "I'm sorry, for everything. I shouldn't have left you in the hallway when we met and I should have introduced myself, I shouldn't have scared you just... I'm glad you're here, you have no idea how much you mean to my brothers, and I hope you forgive me and you can enjoy being here too"

She was looking at me with big doe eyes and a big, bright smile, and I felt my heart soften. "Thank you Quinn" she said and I swear I've never been more thankful to see Zegras' face than this moment "ugh it smells so good!" He said while shoving bacon in his mouth, followed by Drysdale who was shaking his head at his friend "morning, what are you two talking about?" he asked, and y/n answered "oh you know, I was thanking him because I finally got my honorary invite to the Hughes lake house this summer," she chirps, wrapping an arm around Jamie's shoulders and leaning into his side

"Morning beauties!" Jack yelled the minute he opened the kitchen door and behind him was a grumpy Luke "do you need to be that loud all the time?" I saw y/n laughing softly, accepting Luke's hug, he stayed there for two minutes and I thought he had fallen asleep again but y/n brushed his curls off his face and Luke grabbed her wrist "what happened to your hand?" He touched her gently "I was preparing everything, and I dissociated, you know how I am" she smiled sheepishly at him "oh my clumsy sis, it smells delicious tho thank you" and he started arguing with the rest of the guys, complaining about not being enough food for him. "You should grab some, they'll have zero mercy if you get none" Her eyes snapped to mine while heat rushed to her cheeks, and I couldn’t control the smile that broke across my face.

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Author's Note: couldn't post this last week but this week I'll post a Sebastian Aho request and the 4th chapter

Tag list: @coldheartedmar @adore-u-ls

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes imagine #qh43 #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #nhl fic #jack hughes #luke hughes #hughes brothers

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sleepy-writersblock · 11 months

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Miguel O’hara x reader|| roomates (pt 1??)

Authors note: wrote this after an experience i had with an ai bot- so yeah its a little stupid but i find it funny

No use of y/n ; you dont know that he is spiderman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ; fem written in mind but ig it could be whoever? (I think?); NOT proofread.

Mdni

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Miguel o’hara. He is Your roomate and one hell of a man. You guys had been living together for about two years now after you couldnt fully afford an appartment on your own and decided to share one with somebody. And god was it interesting

You were sitting on your bed, laptop open and reading, when Miguel walks to your room and leans on your doorframe. Oh no, not just against your doorframe, but against it, with only shorts on, and wet hair.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?” He says scratching the back of his head, running his hands through his damp hair.

You look up at him and right back down to your screen to avoid eye-contact. Its like he does this on purpous, its like he sees your face, sees the blush. You almost want to ignore him so a stutter wouldnt fall from your mouth, but you can just ignore him.

“Uhm- yeah, what can i do?” You ask back still wildly embarassed. Its a common occurrence, so you arent sure why it effects you so much.

Wait- wait no. You know exactly why. Its because you are head over heels with him.

Sure you have some other celebrity crushes but him? He beats all of them.

“Could i have one of my shirts back, i let you borrow some and i need to do laundry today-“ he responds.

Oh. Was that it?

“Uh yeah let me get you one really quick” you say standing up and walking to your closet. Before you can grab a shirt for him he makes his way over to your bed and sits down.

“What were you watching?” He asks referencing your laptop as he picks it up.

Okay its time to panic. The thing you were reading? Spiderman fanfiction. He was one of your celebrity crushes and you couldnt let Miguel know, he would tease you for the rest of your life, and not only did you read that stuff? You wrote it.

You drop the shirt and run back reaching fir the lap top, climbing on top of him as he pulls it away from you further. Panicked you reach for it as far as you can, going as far as clawing at him to get it back.

“Whoah whoah whats in here that i cant see?” He teases

“Miguel please dont! Thats uh- just a book!” You reply back still fighting to get that laptop back.

“Well with how you are reacting it isnt just some book hmm?” He laughs back. You can see his eyes scanning the digital characters, word by word his face grows redder. You still attempt to reach for it but it was just too late.

“Tsk- spiderman huh? You like him?” He says smirking. He had to be teasing you right? You swear normally he would have taken a picture of it and show it to you every now and again in the future to embarass you. But he is being so nonchalant.

“D-dont read farther-!“ you warn him. You recognize the page number, as this was one of your works, and ahead was some of the most mind corrupting media you have ever produced.

You see his eyes scan the pages as you lie helpless, still sitting on his lap, Avoiding eye contact with the brown-haired male. He chuckles as his face grows a deeper red. As he reads on the story seems a bit too familiar. The roomate of the ‘reader’ is actually spiderman, they fall in love and have fun. The roomate. Could it be him? Of course its him, you indulge in your deepest fantasies when you read and write.

“Wow- this is some good writing, too bad you dont have a spiderman roomate” he says winking at you. Wait- winking-

“H-huh?” You exclaim

“Oh come on, its obvious who this ‘tall, dark haired, spanish speaker roomate’ is” he says giving you a smirk. He leans in to where you are sitting on his lap and brushes his lips against yours.

“And i could help you re-create this book. Scene. By. Scene” he chuckles darkly.

Thats it- your brain dosnt work anynore. The way his voice darkened and he leaned in made you lose it. You leaned in to close the small soace between you- you finally kissed him. And he kissed back, hard. There was only one way that this could go any better, and that would be if he was spider man… but thats just wishful thinking. Plus. You had a long night ahead.

#miguel o’hara #spiderman #spiderverse #fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader #spicy??#no use of y/n

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Thunders leaving hints

Pairing: not much of a pairing to be honest

Summary: something out of the ordinary happens and Percy Jackson is furiously mad

A/N: I know I have WIPS piling up but shhhh. Also this was based on a post by @awesome-shoes-with-wings and I had to write this just for fun so is not as good as my other works but is something. For the requests, I’ll be finish them shortly I hope

They didn’t know where they were going, the only thing they knew was that wherever was safer than what it was supposed to be home.

New York had been chaotic the past couple of weeks both for the mortal world and the…immortal one.

They knew about the monster living among humans, knew about the gods and goddesses watching over them. The deities appeared in their dreams every now and then leaving cryptic messages that only made sense in dreamland.

The last one was the most weird message they received, talking about a camp in Long Island where they could stop by for a while before starting their journey back again.

It took them a couple of days, walking around the forest to finally see the entrance of the so called Camp Half Blood. Before stepping in, they looked around, making sure no monster were after them, if they were they didn’t want for the campers to be in danger.

Something, stroking their leg made them jump out of their skin but when they noticed it was just a cat, once again, they felt relieved.

“Why do you guys keep scaring me like that.” They started saying while getting down on the animal level. “Thank you for keeping me good company.” They added before taking out of their backpack a cookie to give the cat a piece of it. “Okay now…” standing up they took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” And they stepped foot at camp.

Hestia was minding her business when she saw the kid getting inside, eyes still on the situation she called Zeus over.

“I think you need to claim them as soon as possible before Perseus pays us a visit.” The father of the Gods was caught unprepared for this, choking on his ambrosia.

“I don’t have kids to claim.” He said frenetically, looking around hoping his wife wasn't around, who knows what she might think of this.

“Are you sure?” The Goddess asked, she just wanted to make sure they were not going to get a visit from Percy anytime soon. She loves the kid, dearly, he is a sweet boy but she knows how scary he can be, just like his father’s domain.

“I’m 100% sure THAT is NOT my kid to claim. If anything they look like they could be Hera’s kid if she was anything like me.” Thunder, at the mention of Hera’s name, there were thunders which surprised both Zeus and Hestia.

“Are you so scared of her you can’t control your thunders?” Joked the Goddess but again, it wasn’t Zeus.

The two deities dropped the conversation there, if his brother claimed that wasn’t his kid after mentioning Percy Jackson than Hestia cpuld believe he was telling the truth. That was not his kid.

Percy Jackson was furious, it had been three hours since this kid got at camp at the Gods didn’t say a word yet. He made it clear, they were to claim their kids as soon as possible.

For the son of Poseidon it had been a struggle the first hour with the new camper, but everyone talked some sense into him, wait, maybe their godly parent is busy with something, but Percy was sure it wouldn’t be difficult to just send a little message even while busy. They didn’t had to drop at camp, looking at their kid and saying ‘yep that’s mine’ they just had to send a little glowing little symbol, nothing that would take literally a second.

“I’m going to talk to them. They are coming with me” He couldn’t wait longer.

“Whoah whoah whoah. Hold your horses man, Annabeth and Chiron asked you to wait until tonight. Maybe their parent is busy.” Stopped him Grover.

“Man, I love you, I do but I’m pretty sure is like sending a text message. You can do it everywhere you are, whatever you are doing.” It was a fair point, the satyr agreed.

“Okay, but what if…” the glance that Percy sent him scared his best friend, who just shut up. There was no way he would make him change his mind. “You are scary.” Grover commented under his breath, praying the Gods Percy didn't hear him.

“They only had one job. One hell of a job.” Another set of thunders and lighting rumbled on Earth. “Don’t get mad at me Zeus, fix that or else…” he shouted at the sky. “I’m going to take a shower since I have to wait. Keep them company.” He said pointing at the new kid, who was having something to eat with the Hermes’ kids.

Three hours and yet nothing. Zeus called a meeting 30 minutes after he noticed no one was going to claim the new camper but all the major Gods came with the same answer ‘is not mine’ but how was that even possible?

It wasn’t a kid of the minor deities either and he was going crazy about this.

“Can you guys tell me who is so stupid to go against Perseus?” It came out naturally, everyone looking at Zeus confused. “What? That kid is worst than Poseidon here.” The God of the sea was smirking, proud of his boy being feared by his “all mighty” brother.

“Not to be that Goddess but have you noticed they attract cats like they are catnip? Could that be used to find who between us is their parent?” Said Athena and, as if a lightbulb turned on in their little godly brains, everyone agreed, and the twelve gods turned their head to Artemis.

“You people have to be kidding me. I swore celibacy.” Her words did not affect the deities. “I would give up immortality than laying in bed with a man.” Disgust filled her tone at the use of that word.

“It was worth the shot.” Commented Apollo. “So who else here loves cats.” He added looking deep into Ares’ eyes.

“Stop staring at me.” If anything Apollo’s gaze on him intensified. “Oh for the love of me, just because I had a cat as a partner ONCE now that means every kid that like cats is mine?” The war God had to take a step away from Apollo, not standing the way he was looking at him so close and so deep. “Look if that weakly thing was mine I would send something else to keep them safe.” He added which only made the Sun God coo and teased him for being a softie. “I’ll show you how much of a softie I am…”

“Stop it. If you keep fighting between one another, we will never find out who between you created them. Now…” started Hera, who only wanted this day to be over.

“Maybe is one of the nymphs’ kid?” Suggested Dionysus.

“Man you should really shut your mouth. If that was the case we wouldn’t be here.” Iris interjected before anyone else could. “Listen, that one is not mine okay? Now I need to go.” And she left, just like this but she knew the others would believe in her words, she wasn’t one to lie. On the other hand… The pro liar between them did not say a word yet which Hecate had to point out.

“What if the cats are just a disguise? What do you think about that Hermes?” Oh Gods if she was having the time of her life at this exact moment. Knowing who the demigod belonged to was so much fun, she had to thank Freya for this. “Isn’t it weird that he didn’t say anything? Maybe they are yours? Or do you know something?”

“The only thing I know is that my wings are killing me right now. Good me, I never flew this much in ages.” He said.

“Why are you avoiding my questions? Am I right? Are they yours?” Of course she was mistaken but Gods if she was loving it. Now she understood why Eris loves to create dramas.

“That is not my kid. As Ares here, I take pride in my children’s talent and they are not good enough to be my kids.” Thunders once again. “Zeus you really need to check on your thunders. If the go ballistic once again I might start crying.” cried Hermes. While everyone was trying to figure out who was behind the kid’s creation Hecate was having so much fun, trying her best to not laugh at their faces.

It was at the end of the day, when Percy came to Mt. Olympus looking at the twelve Gods with eyes filled with rage that Hermes had an enlightment.

“Uhm guys, I think I might know why we couldn’t find out who is their parent.” Hestia and Hera rolled their eyes, while everyone else was so ready to jump him. “Is because their godly parent is from another pantheon.” Thunders started rumbling in the background, like a laugh.

“Dad stop this.” Zeus' kids said in unison.

“Is not me.”

“Is not him, that is Thor laughing at us. He had been sending them all day long, how could I not notice that sooner?” At the gods faces turning into a question mark, Hermes just sighed. “Didn't you noticed he would use thunders every time we belittled the kid? No one? Really? Wow.”

“So, you are saying that there are other Gods out there? And they still don’t claim their off spring? Alright, can you tell me where they are? I need to take it out on someone.” And Percy was ready, so ready to knock some good manners into the Gods, he didn't care if they are powerful being that could easily kill him.

The gods had to block him there before he went on doing something stupid.

“Kid, that is so nice of you but they are already claimed, pretty much since birth.” said Hermes, knowing about you from Loki.

“The cats.” The other said in unison.

“This is why Loki called me last week and asked me so many questions about Camp Half Blood.” Oh, that God was in for a good group jump.

Leaving Mt. Olympus Percy was content with the outcome: the new kid was already claimed, the Greek gods had nothing to do with it and another pantheon was revealed to exist. ANOTHER PANTHEON EXISTS?! He wished those Gods didn’t like him very much but with his luck? He was ready to get a quest the second he walked back into camp.

“I just hope it is local and I don’t have to go to Canada once again.” If only he knew what the Fates had in store for him.

#*ೃ༄ at1nys blog˚◞♡ ⃗#fanfiction based on a post on tumblr #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfiction #greeks gods #reader insert #percy jackson reader insert #percy jackson platonic fanfiction

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sometipsygnostalgic · 1 year

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the lie of childhood

Glimmer: Honestly I feel like all I wanted to do was grow up but now I'm an adult I just wish I knew what I had when I was a kid.

Adora: Yeah!! Like, it was way easier back then. It's all cool being an adult now but I kinda miss when we used to bunk together and only be in training, you didn't have to think about much! Right Catra?

Catra: HELL no. Absolutely not.

Adora: Whaaaaat?

Catra: I fucking HATED being a kid. You know what it's like to have an evil witch and sixteen Fright Zone officers counting the seconds every time you needed a toilet break?

Adora: Okay yeah but we used to race each other--

Catra: Adora, do you remember when Shadow Weaver used to electrocute me and say it was your fault?

Adora: Alright fine maybe you're right.

Catra: Anyway when you're an ADULT sure everything is terrifyingly stressful and sometimes you want to die--

Glimmer: Whoah HOLD ON a second there---

Catra: But at least you are living on YOUR OWN terms.

Scorpia: Hard agree! *flexes muscles* Yknow, way less people want to mess with me now that I'm big!

Adora: Scorpia didn't YOU miss goofing off in a squad as a kid--

Scorpia: Adora I don't think your experiences were universal

Bow: I love being an adult too! I get to join the rebellion and make my own friends and not have to worry about what anyone else thinks!

Glimmer: Bow you worry about that anyway

Bow: Shhh

Mermista: Childhood is a lie anyway. You know what it's like to deal with deadbeat parents when you have to clean up their mess? It sucks.

Bow: Childhood isn't so bad >:/ it just depends on how your parents are i guess

Entrapta, looking up from her repairs: Wait, what's childhood????

Adora and Glimmer: ???????

Bow: What? Didn't you have any parents?

Entrapta: they existed at some point probably before I was 8?

Bow: D:

Mermista: that's just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said

Catra: WHAT THE HELL? Speak for yourself!!! Entrapta, did you ever have a curfew? Did you have to go to school? Did you have to clean the toilets or hoard ration bars so the other kids wouldn't steal them???

Entrapta: oh no i made robots for all that stuff! sometimes i fell asleep while working! it was fun

Catra: SEE?? WTF??? HOW DOES SHE CONTINUE TO BE THE LUCKIEST PERSON ON THE PLANET--

Glimmer: I was TRYING to say something REALLY INSIGHTFUL AND PERSONAL and now you're GLORIFYING ORPHANS---

Catra: ID KILL MY OWN PARENTS IF IT MEANT I HAD NO CURFEW

Frosta in the corner: yeah im not getting involved in that

Micah: *pats her on the head*

#she ra #glimmer #entrapta #catra #mermista #adora #my edits #bow #scorpia #micah #frosta #i dont know what this is but here it is #couldve easily been a comic but i dont have the drawing power to illustrate the whole convo

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ch. lxiv - the freak

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

buy me coffee ?

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

As the car Soobin drove halted to a stop in front of the hotel entrance, you immediately felt nervous. Seeing this, Soobin reached to take your hand in this, capturing your attention. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, worriedly looking at you. "Would you rather Kai or Yeonjun hyung be here?" he asked with a pout on his face which made you roll your eyes and gently poke the spot between his eyebrows where it was creased, "No, Soobin, I asked you to be here with me so I'm very much glad that you are."

Your reassurance made Soobin smile and nod, "Okay, I understand. Let's get this show on the road," he said before exiting his side of the car. You took a moment to take a deep breath, reminding yourself that if you could slam the shit out of Choi San, you can definitely rock this evening.

Soobin jogged to your side after tossing the valet his car keys and opened your door. You carefully stepped out, not wanting to step on the blush pink Versace dress Yeonjun put you in. If you think you were a vision, Soobin in his Studded Barocco Silhouette Versace suit is a Baroque painting that came to life. You would never think that Soobin, who went to class in his bedhead, would be able to style himself like so. And you could lie to yourself, being in Soobin's arms made you feel confident. Who else could get such a catch like him?

It was obvious that you were not used to being confident, not used to being comfortable in what people would say your "playground". Among the rich business people, you, who thought of yourself as cubic zirconia, finally realized that you were just a diamond that became cloudy and dirty because of all the trash you surround yourself with. Aka, the A to Z bullshitters.

You had so much fun socializing with people in different business sectors, you got so much insight into the business models, corporate system and hierarchy, and even received offers should you ever be interested in doing an internship. And to your surprise, Soobin was... not Soobin. The man who made fart noises with Beomgyu whenever Taehyun explained why he can't choose between French and Italian opera was not there. This is PROFESSIONAL Soobin. He's charming, he smiles a lot, and he can use specific business jargon well. Heck, he even introduced you to the CFO of a Medical Logistics company that his mom's research lab partners with.

Whilst you were socializing, you managed to take a peek at your parents and you saw how they were keeping an eye on you whilst socializing with other people themselves. But from the look on your dad's face, they seemed very pleased with your ability to fit in. Unlike your brother who seemed to only be there for the booze. Whilst you were mingling, he only stood by the bar at the back of the room not talking to anyone except for his friend whom he managed to bring to the event. You recognized him as Boo Seungkwan, a student at Prestige Academy. You're not quite sure which class he's in, but you know that he's a big gossip. He somehow knows anyone and anything going on. When you bumped into him as you were getting yourself some water, he even recognized you and asked if Taehyun had warmed himself with you. It kind of freaked you out a bit, but you couldn't exactly be surprised.

It didn't occur to you that you were going too fast too quick. Soobin grabbed your shoulders just as you swayed on your feet slightly when you took a step away from the people you were just talking to. "Whoah, you okay?" he asked, carefully stabilizing you as he leaned down to look at you worriedly. You shook your head in an attempt to shake the wooziness away, "Oh, I- I'm fine, I just..." you chuckled to yourself, "Dizzy, I guess?" Soobin shook his head and gently guided you towards the ballroom door, "Yeah, we're gonna get you some space and air, okay?" "But-" "No buts, you need to get a breather," he scolded as if you were a child. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "You have no butt." Soobin couldn't help but chuckle at your retort and nudged you gently with his shoulder, "We should stop letting you hang out with Beomgyu, you've been learning bad comebacks from him," and you raised an eyebrow at him, "I learnt that from Yeonjun."

Once outside, you felt the cold air on your skin and you took a deep breath. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna get you some water," Soobin said before walking back inside the building.

"Seems like you finally found your confidence,"

You snapped your head and your body immediately tensed when you saw the figure taking steps closer to you which made you take a step back.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, "Are you seriously scared of me?" he scoffed. You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows at him, "Can you blame me? Last time we had direct interaction you humiliated me in front of everyone at school," you pointed out. Wooyoung laughed and you noticed he was laughing at you sarcastically. The sound of his voice triggered your fight or flight response but your brain was unable to make a decision on whether you wanted to fight or take flight. Normally you'd immediately take flight, confrontations scare you, but your recent behaviour suggests that you should have been fighting your whole life.

"Did you forget that you threw whipped cream on my face?" "Whipped AND shaving cream, actually. Didn't have enough whipped cream because Mingyu made a lot of buttery nipples the day before," you corrected and Wooyoung just nodded. "And you seem more brazen too it seems. Those boys did a number on you," Wooyoung stated.

Hearing him talk about your new friends as if they were bad influences on you made your eye twitch. "What do you mean 'did a number'? They brought my confidence out," you defended. "Confidence?" Wooyoung scoffed, "Crashing your parents' event, attacking your friends in public, and then botching their grades intentionally, you really think those are confidence?" You couldn't answer him. Because he made a point. Was it really confidence or were you just acting recklessly?

With another step, Wooyoung now stood close to you. He let out a slow sigh as his hand reached forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "Believe it or not, I'm worried about you. I know you best because I have known you the longest and I can say for sure that this... Side of you... It's not you at all. It's what you think you should act based on who you befriend." You hated how his touch still affect you. Even after what happened to you two, due to the years of befriending him, he still feels like your confidant, your comfort. His hand began to softly caress your hair, "I just... I don't want you to change. I don't want the (y/n) that I knew, that I grew up with, to disappear," he confessed. At that moment, Woyooung was being genuine. The things he told you, it was true. He had never thought that whatever it is between you two would have happened. He never expected to lose you.

After the cake thing, he expected that there would be some strain, maybe awkwardness for a week or two. The text he sent you when you skipped school was a bad call on his part. The peer pressure, the way people were gossiping, it got into his head. Not that he was trying to excuse his behaviour, be he was just scared that his reputation would get a hit and his dad would find out. He didn't want to be so affected by his family or his dad, especially by the burden of being a member of his family. The one person whom he could talk to about his true feelings distanced herself from him and while he understood and couldn't blame you, it definitely sucked. Plus, seeing you around and changed by the people who betrayed him was not something he had hoped for.

Just as Wooyoung thought he was getting to you, your hand shot up and grab his. The grip was stronger than he imagined and it was evident that he was surprised based on the way he was staring at you with wide eyes. "No, you just hate that I'm not submitting myself to you anymore," you said. Wooyoung tried to pull his hand away from you but your grip was dead tight. "You simply didn't want to lose something that you thought you had," you let go of his struggling hand but you didn't let your gaze off of him. "You know, I always wondered why you never introduced me to your friends before I transferred here and... At first, I thought you were embarrassed of me, but I think it's because you didn't want to share me with anyone else unless it's necessary." While it was true that you were curious about why Wooyoung was so adamant about not letting his friends know you before, you were simply spitballing. But the look on Wooyoung's face let you know that you hit a nerve.

You don't know what came over you, but you took a menacing step forward, causing Wooyoung to take a step back. "You're... Possessive, territorial. But you're scared. You might be loud and extroverted, but your dad haunts you worse than how demons would." Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at you, "You'd know all about a demonic haunting, wouldn't you?" he spat. You chuckled and smirked at him, "So would you, don't you think? You've watched enough movies with me to know things and considering you let your dad's reputation hang over your head should've made you realize how bad it could get." You waited for Wooyoung to say something, anything, but you know that your words are sinking into his head. Finally knowing why Wooyoung is... Wooyoung, it made you pity him slightly. Only slightly because you're still pissed that he'd use you and now that it's out there, tried to gatekeep you from people. That's why he made you so submissive. That's why he diminished you down to being an assignment mule so you won't know the things that you're actually capable of. The oppression from your environment might be worse than you thought if you let yourself not even recognize your own abilities. And you're pissed at yourself for it.

"Is everything alright here?"

Both you and Wooyoung turned to the source of the voice to see Soobin standing with a glass of water in his hand. One of his eyebrows was raised and his stature tall(er), as if to assert dominance and send a message to Wooyoung that he's one wrong move from him away to pouncing on him like an animal.

You smiled at him and shook your head, "No, everything's fine, Thoob," Wooyoung's fists balled tightly when he heard your sweet voice calling Soobin by his nickname. "We should get back inside. Mr and Mrs Oh are looking for you," Soobin smiled at you. You nodded and turned to look at Wooyoung one last time, "Detach yourself from whatever's pushing you down, Woo. I did and I'm the best version of myself right now and I like the way I turned out I can be because I'm with the right people," you said before walking away.

Soobin offered you his arm and you took it gratefully. "What was that all about?" he asked as he handed you the glass of water. You took a sip before shaking your head and glancing at Wooyoung who was staring at your retreating figure, "Me doing something I should have done a long time ago."

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Momiji, Kyo, and the things they each do for love (part 2 of 5)

So, the next time we see Momiji appear with Kyo, we get nearly an entire episode of them together! And it's a hugely significant episode in setting up the way Momiji impact's Kyo's character arc.

Momiji walks home with Tohru after her job. Kyo reacts with his usual annoyance, giving Momiji a noogie. (I love that this is Kyo's go-to whenever Momiji shows up. It's adorable.)

Momiji then announces he's taking Tohru to a Sohma-owned onsen for White Day, but Tohru doesn't seem happy.

Tohru: A hot spring is so expensive... and I'd be going without Mom! Shigure: Whoah, Tohru-kun. It's just a hot spring, okay? It's not Paris or anything! Tohru: B-but... Momiji: He's right! And if you're happy, your Mutti will be happy for you! Or... do you not want to...? Tohru: I do. I'm happy. Momiji: Yuki and Kyo will come, too! Kyo: Where do you get off just deciding that, you brat? Momiji: Aw, don't say that! Let's go! What about you, Yuki? Are you against it, too? Yuki: I'll go. Why not? Momiji: Yuki says he's coming! Kyo: That makes me want to go even less!

Here, Momiji is manipulating Tohru into going with him. When Momiji asks her, "Or... do you not want to...?" we fill in the end of the sentence for him, assuming he's saying, "Do you not want to go?"

But what Tohru hears is "Do you not want to make your mom happy?"

We know not to trust Tohru when she tells us she's happy; we know she's hiding so much pain behind her constant smile. She's even crying when she tells Momiji she's happy. (And I'm sure Kyo feels horribly guilty here when she mentions her mother.)

Momiji may be manipulative, but he's still kind. Wanting to see Tohru smile, he announces that Yuki and Kyo will come, too, to try and make her happy, but Kyo pushes back.

There is so much richness in this single conversation, but what I love most is how it encapsulates the differences between what Kyo and Momiji value most, both for themselves and in their relationship to Tohru.

Momiji uses pleasure to distract from his own pain. In his view, having as much fun as possible is the secret to life, and pain is to be avoided at all costs. When it comes to Tohru, Momiji wants to spend as much time with her as possible and make as many happy memories together as they can. He wants her to smile, even if he has to manipulate people (including Tohru) for it to happen.

Kyo, on the other hand, cherishes agency. He knows he faces a future behind bars, so of course he bristles when other people try to make decisions for him (including relatively innocuous ones, like Momiji saying he'll come to the hot spring). Kyo still believes Tohru needs to be protected (especially from him), so his approach is generally to give her space and scold her when he thinks she's not being cautious enough. He's also extremely aware of the pain Tohru feels over the death of her mother, even if he's suppressing that. Anything that could bring that pain into sharper relief is a huge red flag for him. He wants her to be safe, even if that means he can't enjoy her company.

It's at this point that Shigure mentions Tohru is a month behind on her payments toward her school trip. (Also, look how Momiji is still hugging Kyo! So cute!)

When everyone (except Momiji) figures out it was because of the Valentine's Day chocolates, Kyo barely stops himself from flying into a rage, telling Tohru to go take a bath, now.

She leaves, and when Yuki asks why they didn't catch on, Kyo snaps that it's because she hides her feelings with a smile.

This shows us how well Kyo already understands Tohru. I also suspect his anger is not really at Tohru, but at himself for failing to protect her.

Next, Kyo starts venting about how stupid she is, how she'll end up deep in the hole one day, etc... which is when Momiji calmly speaks up and tells them about a book one of his classmates brought in to school, and we're treated to one of the most memorable sequences in the whole series: The Foolish Traveler.

Momiji's choice to tell that particular story in response to Kyo's complaints shows just how well he understands both Tohru and Kyo, and that his own cheerfulness is a conscious choice. We see that he's someone who believes looking past loss and seeing the good in a situation is a virtue, and he admires the foolish traveler (and Tohru) for it.

I really love the way this sequence was drawn. As Momiji is telling the story, Kyo and Yuki are shown with their eyes obscured, so Momiji's are the only eyes we see, except when he's taking time to reflect on how he interprets the story.

Everyone in class laughed. They called it a dumb story. But I closed my eyes and thought about it. I thought about the traveler who was swindled out of everything but her head, and still cried and said, "Thank you." And what I decided was... what a lovely person. It's a waste of time to think about loss or life getting harder. The traveler never thought about that stuff. Even if other people think that makes her an idiot, I just don't. That's all. Even if other people think it's worth tricking her, I just won't. I'll just want to make her happy for real. Yuki, Kyo, what about you? Do you think she was an idiot after all? What do you think when you close your eyes?

It's telling that the very next scene is Kyo agreeing to go to the onsen with Tohru after all. (This is honestly one of my favorite Kyoru moments and I think of it as the first sheet scene.)

Kyo tries to give himself an out, ("Though maybe you're fine with me not going...") but Tohru is ecstatic. Look how happy she is! And when she smiles and tears up, it's genuine this time.

Kyo naturally melts into a puddle of goo at Tohru's reaction (is this the first time we get the shojo bubbles with them?), and Momiji's the one to call him out on it, loudly pointing out Kyo's "heart eyes" to everyone. This is now the second time Momiji has verbalized Kyo's feelings for Tohru- and I believe he's the only character to have done so at all by this point. (Also, peep Momiji still hugging Kyo after Yuki wakes up! Cuuuuute!)

They arrive at the onsen, and Okami (Ritsu's mother, the proprietress) shows them their rooms.

Kyo: So this means I've gotta share a room with damn Yuki? Okami: I see you two still don't get along. I'll put up screens to partition the room. Please rest easy. Kyo: That's not the issue! Why do I even have to be here with him at- Momiji: I bet you're just saying that 'cause you wanna sleep in Tohru's room! Kyo: Huh!?

Momiji knows exactly how to press Kyo's buttons. But, more importantly, he's stopping Kyo from saying something he'd regret, something that might hurt Tohru's feelings.

After Okami loses her shit at Kyo, Momiji asks to bathe with Tohru, and Kyo immediately tells him off. After Yuki successfully scolds Momiji, he asks to share a room with Tohru, thereby doing exactly the thing he was teasing Kyo about just moments earlier.

I think, to Momiji, wanting to spend as much time as possible with Tohru is just the most obvious thing in the world, so naturally, it must be what Kyo wants, too!

After the baths, when Kyo is about to destroy the ping pong table after failing to score against Yuki, Tohru asks him to battle (probably to defuse the tension between them). Momiji encourages Kyo to play, and right after he does, we cut to Kyo playing with Tohru.

I think this is a small example of how Momiji gets Kyo to spend more time with Tohru. The onsen trip itself is a bigger example, of course, but even little things like encouraging Kyo to play ping pong with her help push them together.

Kyo and Momiji start playing each other while Tohru leaves to check on Yuki, and just look how happy they are! Cuuute!

I also love the chaos of this ending. Okami is using Kyo as a crutch. He complains, but doesn't stop her from doing so. Tohru asks Momiji if he'll be starting middle school and is shocked to learn he's only a year younger than them. Kyo is grouchy when Momiji reveals he and Haru will both be coming to Kaibara, but Kyo softens pretty much immediately, merely expressing surprise that Haru was allowed in with his unique hair.

Kyo almost seems to express affection - to both Momiji AND Tohru - by acting irritated on the surface. (What's extra cute is that Hajime kind of does this, too, always seeming somewhat exasperated at Mutsuki despite the fact that they're obviously in love.)

Anyway, this is among my very favorite episodes of Fruits Basket, and I hope you enjoyed reading this!

Momiji and Kyo: Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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posebean · 11 months

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Summer Rain: Storm-Given Flu 4

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Summer, a year later

Characters: Niki, Rinne

Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)

A year later. A small live house.

Niki: Uuu… The line at the grocery store was so long…I hope I’m not late.

Niki: (Rinne-kun said his live was around now, right? I hope this is the right place.)

Niki: (As I expected, Dad found out about the idol thing and we got into a huge fight…)

Niki: (Nahaha…I guess it was out of love and concern. Idols were the thing that separated us, after all.)

Niki: …

Niki: (Well, it was fun while it lasted. And now I’m back on track to being the best chef I’ve always said I was!)

Niki: (Rinne-kun didn’t give up. He was sad but understood that I couldn’t keep going.)

Niki: (He kept working hard. Even though I’m pretty sure people have been losing interest in solo idols like him, lately.)

Niki: (Especially because the higher-ups have been shafting him for bigger groups, leaving him with small jobs like this.)

Niki: …

Niki: (He still takes them gladly and comes home every night with a smile when I ask how everything went.)

Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)

Niki: Ah yes, hello. Could I buy a ticket for the current live?

Niki: I don’t need to? It’s free? Okay, thank you.

Niki:...

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: (This place is practically empty…)

Niki: (I can see the staff on their phones, not paying attention at all.)

Niki: (Why is no one watching him? When he’s still giving it his all?)

Niki: (If no one will watch him, I will!)

Niki: (I’ll always have my eyes on him, then at least someone in this world will know how hard Rinne-kun is working.)

Niki: (All the late nights and hard practices he’s gone through…I know them all.)

Niki: (Even if no one else in the whole world does, I will be here to cheer you on, Rinne-kun!)

Niki: (walks forward, clapping to the beat.)

Rinne: “♪…!”

Niki: (Ah, he visibly brightened~ )

Niki: Hi Rinne-kun, I’m cheering for you! Give it your all!

Rinne: Niki ♪ You’re here!

Niki: Hush, you’re on stage. Sing into the mic, Rinne-kun.

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne: “This one’s for you, Niki!”

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: Waaah it’s just us and a bunch of staff~ But still, don’t just call me out like that!

Niki: That’s so unprofessional of you, Rinne-kun~

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: (Nahaha, he has that sparkle in his eye again.)

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne unbloom fade out

Rinne: (bowing) “Thank you for coming!”

Niki: (It looks like some of the staff actually started to listen when he shouted my name out, haha~)

Niki: (I’ll go wait for him outside~)

Niki: Oh, I better not forget my groceries! (grabs the bag he left on the ground)

Niki: Wonder how long Rinne-kun will take to change~

Rinne:...

Niki: Rinne-kun!~ (runs at him and hugs him)

Rinne: !

Rinne: Whoah~ Niki. You scared me!

Niki: Rinne-kun you did great!! That was amazing!

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆

Rinne: But of course~ I'm Rinne-kun after all!

Niki: Pfft, arrogant much?

Niki: Did you have fun?

Rinne: Of course! Doing lives is always fun~

Niki: (Even with an empty hall?)

Rinne: I had the best audience I could ever ask for~

Niki: What? But you had no-

Rinne: Niki’s dumb so he won’t get it, nevermind☆

Rinne: Let's go home. You went to the grocery store before this, right? We probably should put those in the fridge right away.

Niki: Hey! Don’t think I didn’t just hear you insult me!

Niki: But yeah! And it’s okay, we can take our time.

Niki: They’re mostly non-perishables and sauces.

Niki: Oh! And apples were on sale today! I was thinking about making Rinne-kun’s favorite baked apples for dessert later!

Niki: Thought that you deserved something nice after working so hard today, Rinne-kun!

Rinne: …

Niki: ! (Is suddenly lifted into the air)

Niki: P-Put me down Rinne-kun! You’re squeezing me!

Rinne: No~ How else am I supposed to express how happy I am to Niki~

Niki: Put me down~

Niki: (...He has tears in his eyes.)

Niki: (But he’s smiling~ So that’s good.)

Rinne: Can we order a pizza too?

Niki: …

Rinne: On my money~ I at least got paid a bit for this live!

Niki: Fine, only if you let me pick the toppings! I still have trauma from the last time I let you pick!

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#enstars #rinniki #insanabean #bean writes #Summer Rain #rinky

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Hey hey hey! I saw the last slot is still on sooo I have a request! Could I get 🍨 with Eustass Kid? The reader is gn and they are the oldest sibling out of the ASL sibs and they met up with Luffy during the Sabaody arc. They fight alongside with the 3 and stuff. But! Here's the catch; reader knows Kid since he first set sail and accompanied him for some time before going off on their own. Thank you!~

“we're not dating, well, yet!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· reuniting with your friend, eustass kid, and your youngest brother, luffy—a question went out of the boy's mouth, “are you two dating?”

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff | eustass kid × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ prompt: (🍨 | “we're not dating!” · “yet.”)

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “i'm in love with you!” confession event made to celebrate this account reaching 300+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: anonymous — i posted a fic that is like this too for the previous event, ahshahshs. v fun to write. (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

It was definitely unexpected for you to see your youngest brother on Sabaody, moreover seeing him punch a Celestial Dragon and bringing multiple marines in the island together with an admiral.

But what's even more shocking is that your former accomplice is here too. And that is no one other that the greatest trouble maker of the so-called “Worst Generation,”

Eustass “Captain” Kid.

“What a shock, you're here too, Kid!” You said with a chuckle as you fight some marines that went attacking you for taking part in beating the Celestial Dragons in the human auction house, as Kid frowned upon seeing you.

“Am I not allowed to be here, hah, Y/n?” He growled, standing beside you with his hand up in the air, using his devil fruit abilities to snatch the weapons of his enemies while you shook your head no, proceeding to fight alongside him once again after so long.

“Whoah, Y/n, Y/n, you know jaggy?” Luffy asks out of curiosity, joining in the conversation you and Kid are having, ignoring the marines who are trying to shoot him down.

“Ah, yes, I know this guy very well, Luffy~” You cooed, wiggling your brows as you embraced Kid all of a sudden, causing him to freeze. “Y/n—you, l-let go of me, damn it!!”

“Y/n-ya, Eustass-ya, I don't think this is the time to be flirting around, since the marines are about to greet us with their canons and guns.” Trafalgar Law sneers, causing Kid to blow a fuse mid-fight.

“OI! We're not flirting!! And... Y-Y/n, you shithead! S..Stop being clingy as fuck!” Kid growls, stammering and blushing as if he was a teenage boy who got noticed by his crush..

“Oh Kid, you're still such a tsundere, haha! But okay, I'll let go of you for the meantime since these marines are gonna kill us if we don't beat them to it.” Releasing the red head from your embrace, you then sent him a wink before clashing with some marines.

“Strawhat-ya, your sibling seems to be so close with Eustass-ya. Are they together or something?” Law questions, noticing the relationship you and Kid have as Luffy tilt his head to the side.

“Mhm.. Wait, let me ask,” Dashing to where you're at, Luffy then popped the question with a loud exclaim, “Y/n! Are you and jaggy dating!!?”

“Eh?” You blinked, looking at Kid who is now a blushing mess, taking his anger and embarrassment on the marines before he shouted, “WE'RE NOT DATING!!!”

“Ehhhh!? You two are not dating!!!?” The boy with a strawhat boomed as you snickered.

“Well, yet! We're not yet dating!” You gushed as Kid gasped at your words, head immediately turning to you, “The hell..!?”

“Ah, Kid! Once we get out of this island, let's date, yeah?” You suggested, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly by your confession that stunned the red head. “W-WHAT—F..FUCK YOU!!”

“Okay, I'll take that as a yes, and, love you!!” Sending him a flying kiss, Kid sighed and calmed himself down, whispering a small “Love you too,” with a smile on his face...

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 1 year

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OKAY STRAIGHT UP THIS FEELS TOO SOON, WATCHING TWO IN A DAY FEELS LIKE SO MUCH WITH THIS BUT HEY LETS KEEP ON SCHEDULE AND MAKE UP FOR MISSING LAST WEEK TO MYSELF

TIME FOR LMK SES 4 EP 7

First of all last ep was whack still trying to analyze what the heck was going on with Mk being crafted from Monkey Kings stone or something, like did I MENTION THE WONDERING IF SOMEONE MADE HIM AS A BACKUP IN CASE SWK GOES WHACK AGAIN? BECAUSE?? HECK MAN THAT’D BE CRAZY I’M JUST SITTING HERE LETS GO

okay iNHALES

here we go

THE DUNNNNNNNNNNNNN THAT HAPPENS IMMEDEATELYGBDFMSDF

PITIFUL CREATURES

OKAY

HELLO SMILEY INK MK HOWS IT BOPPIN

WHATS THE MATTER GUY

HELPGNSDFKMAOIEFM

“y… yeah actually that’s exactly what i want! :D “

;-;

well heck then ig

no more monster of the week adventures ;-;

“You’re not my friend, YOU’RE NOT ME”

HECK I’M HAVING A MOMENT OVER THIS IG

OH THE STAFF YESSSS

BEST FRIEND? HELP???GHL;SDFSD

OH THIS IS FUN

WHERE YOU GOING GUY?

UP ALL INSIDE OF MY HEAD

HORRIFYING THIS IS GREAT

I’M LOVING THIS

THIS IS AWESOME ACTUALLY SO SORRY YOU’RE GOING THROUGH THIS MK BUT THIS IS GREAT

I’M JUST MK, NOODLE DILIVERY GUY, WITH THE- POWERS FO THE MONKEY NO BIGGIE GBSDLFJASDFJ

OKAY INK MK BEATING UP REGULAR MK WOW THAT WAS A PUNCH

DANG

WILDIN

okay like at this point iv’e stopped having thoughts and am Just kinda watching heck HGSALK;JFASDF

AH YES BACK TO THE CREW

WHATS UP MY BELOVEDS

MEI’S ON A MISSION HERE HGSLDKFJSDF

I miss Ao lei ;-;

TANGEY GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME

GRAVE DIGGING HELP

MA’AM

TANG?????

BUDDY????

OH TANG BUDDY

SANDY

HECK

THIS IS GOOD

SANDY IS SUCH A MISSING PUZZLE PIECE CALIMMING EVERYBOYD DOWN

AIR

MONKEY KING

MISS YOU

ma’am i love yo you’re great

MONKEY KING???

DO WE GET??

oh bruh

that

HECK?? A CRACK IN THE SKY???

HECK??

OH MK INK FIGHT FIGHT FIHGT FIGHT

STUFF MK DOESN’T WANT OT THINK ABOUT HUH THAT’S FAIR

OFC I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT

MAYBE

PLS WHY

YEAH

HECK

JUST WANTS TO BE MK

HECK MAN I’M JUST SITTING HERE

OH THE LBD VOICE MOMENT

THIS INK THING SNATCHING THE STAFF

OH WOW FIRE PUNCH THERE

WE HELP PEOPLE, I MEAN I HELP PEOPLE

OH THE SCROLL FR SLAPPIN

THIS IS GONNA HAUTN MY NIGHTMARESNGLSMKFMWEOMF

OH WHAT A MIS-MATCH OF ALL THE STUFF MK’S FOUGHT AND THEN INK MONKEY HEAD THIS IS

I LITERALLY JUST GOTTA SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO THEM TALK IT/FIGHT IT OUT HECKGN;SLFKS

WHOAH HEY

HEY I SAW THAT

MONKEY FR

RIGHT THERE

OH THAT’S NEAT

SO WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO SEE MONKEY MK IN THIS HUH

aw man is he yellow? :T LOOK IT LOOKS WEIRD OKAY WHERE’S THE MONKEY NOSEG;LKSMFWF

i can’t believe i get a single glimpse of the design and I’m nitpicking it SORRY I’M JUST GOING HTROUGH IT AND AND GRASPING AT STRAWS TO FEEL NORMALGL;DSMDS

SCREAMS

I JUST SAT THROUGH ALL OF THAT MONKEY KING SIR MATE MAN WE SAW HIM FOR A SECOND I DIDN’T THINK WE WOULD HECK OKAY MONKEY MK FR I FEEL LIKE I NEEED TO GBAC K AND TO THROUGH ALL THAT FRAME BY FRAME HANG ON

THE STOP

HECK

CRACKS IN IT

WILDIN LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON

YEAH BOIIIII THAT’S WHAT I’M TLAINGABOTU JHECKIGN

KID

MONKEEEYYYY

HECK

THERE HE IS

I DIDN’T THINK HE’D SHOW UP OH MY GOSH ITS HIM

MONKEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HECK WHATS HAPPENIGN

HOW’D WUKONG GET OUT OF THE CURSE TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON

OH WOW THAT’ S A LOT OF PWOER

BUT ITS FINE

HECKIN

I AM

HECK MAN MK JUST SO RELIEVED TO SEE HIM

WOW THAT’S A GIANT

HECKING

THINK MONSTER

YEAHAHHHH

CREW BACK

WB WB

WELCOME BACK

I LIKE THE ENERGY

HELPGNL;SDKFMDS

CURSE GIANT

OH BOY WUKONG LIKE WDYM THIS GUY HEY BRING THE MONKEYS BACK

OH WOW

CIRCLET

SHUT UP BACK OFF

CIRCLET

MONKEY KING GO BRRRRRR

DARN RIGHT

OH THIS IS GREAT

HECK

HOW’S THIS GOING TO END I’M SCREAMIGN

I’M SO AFRAID OF THAT CIRCLET RIGHT THERE

THIS CURSE THING FR PULLING ABSOLUTELY NO PUNCHES

THE FLASHES OF THE CIRCLET DUDE HECK

A H ???

OH MY GODS???

I’M GONNA CRY????

THE AO LEI??

WALKING PAST??

HAND ON HIS SHOULDER??

AND THEN IT’S MEI

TALKIGN

YEAH HECK

OH MY GODS THIS FR

YEAH

YEAH I’MA CRY FR

FAKING IT TILL WE MAKING IT SO YOU BETTER BE TAKIN IT S O N

HECK

HECK DUDE

THIS IS KILLING ME

THE

LOOK

L O O K

ITS THE CREW

IN THEIR NEXT LIFE

AND THE HANDS ON MONKEY KINGS SHOUDLERS

THIS IS KILLING ME FR

GET EM BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

OH MAN COLOURFUL MOMENT

OH B R U H

HARBENGOR OF CHAOS??

HELLO??

STOP TALKIGN

SO TRUE

GET EM

WELP THERE HE IS

THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSS

MONKEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL

THEN PROVE US WRONG

THAT

Y’KNOW

WHAT

THAT DOLOGUE IS SO GOOD

AND PIGSY “TAHT’S MY BOY!”

THIS IS GREAT

OH BOY

KILL HIM

BITES

GRRGGRGGRR SUS MAN

GET EM

GET RID OF HIM

SUS LION

EAT THIS SUCKAH

HE’S JUST STANDING THERE I PAUSED IT I WANT HIM GONE PLEASE DONT’ BE EVIL I THINK YOU’RE AT LEAST GONNA CALL MK A MONSTER OR OSMETHING HECK

YEAH STANIDNG PROTECTIVELY

SNAP

HECK BACK OFF NOOOOO

MONKEEEYYYYYY

MONKEY KING

DID HE JUST SNATCH MONKEY KING

HE JUST SNATCHED HECKING MNKEY KING

YEAH HEY JERKFACE BRING THE MONKEY BACKJ

HECK YOU GUYS I DIDNT’ THINK WE’D GET ANY MONKEY KING CLIPS BUT WE DID

HECK JUST

THE WAY HE APPROACHED MK WITH THE LIEK “YOU SEEM TO BE DOING FINE RIGHT?” JUST

HECK

DUDE

WORRIED BUT NERVOUS FEARFUL LAUGHIGN YOU’RE FINE RIGHT?

THAT JSUT HECK MAN

HECK

DUDE

WHAT THE CRAP

AND THIS IS ONLY EP 7???

THIS FEELS LIKE AN EP TEN

OH MY HECK HECKGLFSDFM

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT

I LIKED THE DIOLOGUE BETWEEN MK AND INK MK

HECK

THE

A LOT OF THAT WOULD BE HIS THOGUHTS

AND THEN THE INK MK BEING OKAY AND JUST “then prove us wrong” BECAUSE MK

HECK

EHCK I’M HAVING THOUGHTS ABOTU THAT EBING MK’S INTERNAL DIOLOGUE TO HIMSELF ITS FINE

THE WHOLE JTTW CREW MAKING AN APPERANCE, THE AO LEI BIT REALLY GOT ME HE’S SO WONDERFUL AND SWISHY AND LIVES IN MEI PROBABLY HECKIGN REINCARNATION STUFF AND I’M IN PIECES AND I ADORE HIM AND HER AND THEM AND EVERYONE AND JUST HECK THIS REALLY DOES MAKE THE SAMADHI FIRE BIT HIT JUST AS HARD AS I THOUGHT IT DID WITH WUKONG LOOKING UP AND MEI YELLING AND FEELING LIKE THAT’S AO LEI YELLIGN CAUSE THEIR DRAGONS LOOK SIMIALR AND THAT’S TENCICALLY HIM IN THE NEXT LIFE AND ALL THIS HECKING STUFF I’M FINE Y’ALL I’M ALL GOOD THERE WSA SO MUCH THAT HAPPENED IN THIS ONE

THE CIRCLET BIT

YOU GUYS THE CIRCLET THAT BETTER NOT SHOW UP AGAIN I SWEAR

THEY FR WENT THROUGH ALL THAT TO GET THEIR FRIENDS AND MONKEY KIGN OUT AND THEN HE JUST GETS SUCKED RIGHT BACK INTO IT BY HECKIGN AZUE PIECE OF CRAP SQUARE UP YOU BRAIDED JADED LOSER I’LL FIGHT YOU MYSELF

THE FACT DESTINY CONTINUES TO BE A THING THROUGHOUT ALL THIS AND THE LIKE DEFYING DESTINY AND THE ECHOS OF LBD AND THE FEARS OF HSI FRIENDS THINKING HE’S A MONSTER AND WILL TURN ON HIM AND SEEING THE FRIENS SQUARE OF AGAINST INK HIM WOULD MAKE IMAGING THAT SO MUCH EASIER AND THE FLICKING INBETWEEN HIMSELF AND MONKEY HIMSELF AND WUKONG STAYING CLOSE TO MK AND SHEILDING HIM AND HTE MONKEY MK (heck I’m gonna make a couple monkey edits right away to at least give him an one his face looks so empty hgslk;fjsadf) AND THE SLOW MO BIT WHEN HE’S DIVING AND HOW HECKING BEAUTIFUL THAT LOOKS I DESPERATELY NEED TIO USE THIS IN AN AMV OF SOME KIND HECK AND HTEN HE’S BACK TO FLICKERING THEN HECKING AZURE *STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM* WUKONG IMMEDEATLEY SHEILDING MK AND THE CREW FROM THIS GUY, THE LIP CURLED DISGUISTED LOOK ON AZURES FACE SHUT UP DUDE SHOVE UR FACE IN THE DIRT, WUKONG LOOKING BACK PANCKED I AM NOT OKAY, MK FLICKERING AND THEN MEI TAKING MONKEY KINGS PLACE SHEILDING MK IMMEDEATELY BECAUSE THEY ALL KNOW THIS DUDE’S SKETCHY AS HECK BUT MK STILL DOESN’T KNOW WHATS GOING ON AND HECK HECK EHCKE HECK ARE THEY OUT OF THE SCROLL NOW? IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE OUT OF THE SCROLL, MONKEY KINGS STILL IN THERE THE BRUH WANTS TO KEEP HIM TRAPPED AND TAKE HIM SOMEWHERE OR SOMETHING DOESN’T HE AAAAAAA STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM, SQUARE UP LION FACE, FACE MY WRATH YOU BLUE GUMBALL- OKAY

OKAY

WE’RE GOOD WE’RE FINEEEEEEE I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND NEXT WEEK HUH, THIS IS EP 7 THERE’S THREE MORE LEFT HECK, OKAY OKAY, WATCHING IT WITH MY BROS AND LOSING IT WITH THEM IG, I’M HAVING A MOMENT WE COOL WE CHILL TTYL KNOX OUT

#knox reacts #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk s4 english #MY GOSH #I'M GONNA BE LOSING IT FOR A WHILE IG

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naturesapphic · 3 months

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Hey this is super random, but I was scrolling through the Clarke Griffin tag and saw you wanted to write for her. If you still do, could you please write something soft and comforting with her?

“We’re going to be okay”

Clarke griffin x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, comfort/hurt, fluff :)

You woke up suddenly with the feeling of falling. Looking around you see people in seats with straps around them to keep them from out of the seats. You kept looking around until you looked over to your right and see your girlfriend Clarke looking bewildered and scared. “Clarke? Clarke!” You exclaimed and Clarke immediately looked over to you and tried to get to you but couldn’t move. “Y/n! Oh my goodness you’re okay!” She said and you looked at her with tears and fear in your eyes which made clarkes heart break. “It’s okay y/n/n…I’m here…I’ll protect you I promise.” She reassured you until she heard a voice “welcome back” her ex best friend said to her. “Look-“ wells started but was interrupted by your girlfriend.

“Wells, why the hell are you here?” Clarke asked him sternly and you winced slightly at her time. “When I heard that they were sending prisoners to the ground I got myself arrested.” Wells explained to Clarke and she looked surprised. “I came for you and y/n” he explained and then there was some crash sound and the lights blinked a couple of times. “What the fuck was that?” Clarke exclaimed at wells. “That, was the atmosphere.” Wells said and suddenly a tv came on showing the chancellor talking to us. Suddenly finn decided that it would be such a great idea to get out his seat which caused him to float. “Check it out. Your dad floated me after all.” Fin said cockily. “You should strap in before the parachutes deploy.” Wells instructed finn. Then Clarke spoke “hey! You two! Stay put if you want to live!” She demanded as she saw two people trying to unzip and get out of the restraints.

“Hey, you’re the traitor who’s been in solitary for a year.” Finn said. “And you’re the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk.” She barked back at him. “And you must also be the traitor’s girlfriend.” He said to you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yes I am and if you have a problem with it then so float yourself.” You bit back at him which caused Clarke to smile proudly at you. “The spacewalking was fun. I’m Finn.” He said and the both of you just looked at him. Then Clarke looked over to where the two boys were at “stay in your seats!” She urged and then the parachutes popped up and Finn was slammed into someone and the other two boys got slammed on the side of the aircraft ship.

“Finn are you okay?!” Both you and Clarke said at the same time and everyone started freaking out. “Retrorockets ought to have fired by now.” Wells yelled out to Clarke and you. “Okay…everything on this ship is one hundred years old right? Just give it a second!” Reassured both of you. “Clarke! There’s something I have to tell you! I’m sorry I got your father arrested.” He tried to apologize. “Don’t you talk about my father!” Clarke exclaimed. “Please! I can’t die knowing that you hate me!” He pleaded. “They didn’t arrest my father wells! They executed him! I do hate you!” Clarke said harshly and you looked at both of them sympathetically.

Then the lights went out and everyone started shouting. A crash was heard all throughout the ship and then the machines suddenly stopped. “Listen. No machine hum.” Monty explained. “Whoah…” jasper said as he looked around amazed. “That’s a first.” Said breathless. All of a sudden the buckles that were holding y’all in your seats were suddenly unbuckled and everyone immediately got out of them. You helped Clarke with hers and you got into her arms hurriedly which made her smile. “I’m so glad you are here baby.” She whispered against your hair and you nodded your head against her chest.

Clarke pulled away from the hug when she saw Finn on his knees next to the guy who decided to follow Finn in his footsteps and unbuckle himself during the landing. “Is he breathing.” Clarke said as she rushed over to Finn’s side. Finn just kept looking down and Clarke knew that he didn’t make it. “The outer door is on the lower level! Let’s go!” A random boy shouted. “No! We can’t just open the doors!” Clarke said rushing to where the man was and you rushed after her, staying by her side as she always wanted you to be. “Hey. Just back it up guys.” A random man said as he stood in front of the door.

“Stop!” Clarke exclaimed as she climbed down the steps with you following behind her as she walks over to the strange man. “The air could be toxic.” She said sternly. “If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” He stated. “Bellamy?” A woman said softly as she went down the ladder and went over to him. “My God…look how big you are..” he said with emotions in his eyes. She immediately hugged him and then she suddenly pulled away from him to take another look at him. “What the hell are you wearing? A guards uniform?!” She said with a disgusted and shameful look. “I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you.” He smiled at his sister and she hugged him again which made him laughed.

Me and Clarke just stood there awkwardly with the other kids and waited for them to be done until Clarke noticed something. “Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked the girl and she looked at her weirdly. “Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” She stated sassily and you rolled your eyes at her. A guy shouted “no one has a brother!” He said and another person shouted “that’s Octavia Blake! The girl they found hidden in the floor!” They said and Octavia glared at them and started after them until her brother got ahold of her. “Octavia! Octavia. No. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He reassured her. “Yeah? Like what.” She grumbled. “Like being the first person on the ground in one hundred years.” He smiled down at his sister and pulled down the lever that opened the metal door.

It revealed the most beautiful site you’ve ever seen. You and Clarke stood by each other and just stared everywhere in awe. Octavia slowly walked over to where the dirt was and planted her feet in the dirt. She threw her hands up in the air “WE ARE BACK BITCHES!” She screamed out and everyone started running out of the pod onto the ground. You and Clarke smiled at each other and jumped off the pod, landing on the grass. “It’s so beautiful out here!” You exclaimed and looked around. She laced her hands with yours and guided you through the forest to look around and find mount weather. She unrolled the map in her hands and looked at it with a confused look. “Why so serious princesses.” Finn said to the both of you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.” He said trying to light up the mood.

You gave him a stern look. “Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats.” Clarke said unbothered as she kept trying to figure out the map. “Y’all don’t like being called princesses, do you princesses.” He said smirking at y’all as you glared at him while Clarke have him an unimpressed look. “Do you see that peak over there?” She asked him and he said yeah in response. “Mount weather. There’s a radiation soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.” Clarke said angrily and you looked at her worriedly.

Y’all walked back to the pod as Finn ventured off somewhere as you stayed with Clarke of course. She was drawing on the map when someone interrupted her. “We got problems. The communications system is dead. I went to the roof and a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.” Wells explained to y’all and you sighed. “What the hell are we gonna do?” You said scared and Clarke reassured you. “All that matters right now is getting to mount weather. See? Look.” She pointed at the map. “This is us and this is where we need to go if we want to survive.” Clarke explained to the two of us. “Where’d you learn that from?” Wells asked your girlfriend and Clarke gave him a glare and he realized. “Oh…your father…” wells said sympathetically.

“Wells i think it’s best to leave us for a moment right now okay?” You told him and he nodded his head sadly as he walked away. Clarke sighed “thank you…it’s just so hard to be around him. I still can’t believe what he did to me…” she said getting choked up. “Hey hey baby…it’s okay I understand. It’s okay.” You said softly to her as you take her in your arms. She sighed and pulled away first giving you a small smile. “Thank you for understanding and being patient with me. I love you and we will get through this. Together.”

A/n: I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic holy shit this is 1,563 words lmao. Well I hope @pisces-bookshelf likes it and I hope everyone else does too! Sorry it took so long. Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

#clarke griffin x fem!reader #clarke griffin #clarke griffin x reader #the one hundred #the 100 #eliza taylor #Eliza Taylor x fem!reader #Eliza Taylor x reader

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speckostardust · 11 months

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@heropartnerweek Day 6 - Alone

A kind of prologue to a story I’m writing. It’s pretty long, and also made my beta reader cry a little at points. Have fun!

(Lore note before we start! When you aren’t particularly close to a Pokémon, you call them by their species name. It’s kind of like calling people by their last name in east asian countries or calling someone Mr., Ms., or Mx., but everybody already knows their last name.)

(also I guess this is kind of four stories but shhhh.)

His Brother Is Here For Him

Caterpie knew it was one of those days. Just by the way Charles, the town's resident hero, walked through the center.

He knew by the way the Charmeleon's shoulders sagged, how his gaze was a couple degrees lower than normal, how his scarf was tied off-center, how his mouth wasn’t smiling or frowning, stuck in neutral, how the flame on his tail was dimmer, how it was a shade of red instead of a bright orange, bordering on white, like how it was before, how he could clearly see the blue-tipped tail his family was known for through the flame.

And worst of all, how his eyes were devoid of that clear and powerful determination Caterpie came to associate with him.

As Charles passed by the bank, he saw Charizard, the one from Team ACT (Charles’ brother, Caterpie reminds himself), notice the depressed lizard going by, and turns to him, eyes full of concern. Caterpie doesn’t want to intrude on their conversation, but he’s too close to the salamander brothers he can't help but overhear.

“Hey, Charles, you doing alright today?” Charizard asks his brother, his deep baritone voice shining with worry.

“I’m fine, Seymour,” Charles replies way too fast. “I’m just… going to get some work.”

“It’s okay to not be fine, Charles.” The Charizard slowly reaches out to him with one hand, the other on his chest. “You can tell me these things. I love you, you know.”

The smallest, faintest of smiles crosses the Charmeleon’s snout. “I know. I do too.”

Charizard’s grin grows. “C’mon, say it back.”

Charles’ smile grows just a bit more. “Love you too.”

Grinning even wider (Caterpie doesn’t know how he smiles so wide, it’s pretty much his entire face), Charizard takes his brother into an embrace, which the shorter one accepts and hugs back.

Letting go of the Charmeleon, Charizard pats him on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t we go out on a job together today? Just me and you. No Ashford, no Sadie.”

The two are silent for a second. “I’d like that,” Charles says after a second.

The two of them start walking towards the post office again, Charizard bidding farewell to his usual teammates. “It’ll be just like old times! Like when we were still kids and playing Rescue Team in the street!”

“Yeah,” Charles says, a smile actually appearing on his face.

“Whoah, don’t get too excited now! We’ve still got a job to do!” Charizard says, laughing as the two get further down the road, out of Caterpie’s hearing range.

Caterpie knows what happened. He knows that Charles’ partner Sam, the Psy-Raichu that used to be a human, mysteriously disappeared one day, and how he couldn’t stop thinking about it some days, like today. But Caterpie sincerely hopes that he knows there are other people that care about him too.

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His Daughter Is Here For Him

(TW: copious drinking, alcoholism as an escape)

Spinda was very concerned by one of his customers today.

The Grovyle had come in right at opening time, 1:30 in the afternoon, and claimed a table by himself near the corner, but close enough to the bar. He had ordered a Grass Gummy “Juice” (yes it is in quotations, Spinda knows what it is, everyone who orders it does, it’s on the secret menu) and Spinda couldn’t even get a word out before the Grovyle’s ID was out and shown to him. Of course, it was just a formality, as Spinda had known Grovyle would come in with his partner, a Riolu, often. But this was the first time he had gotten a good look at his ID, and he knew his name was Jax now.

He had always, and Spinda means always, come in with his partner Riolu before. He had never seen the two apart, even in the mornings outside of the bar.

It was past closing now, 2:26 in the morning, and the Grovyle (Jax, Spinda reminds himself) had now had over ten servings of “Juice” (way more than he’s ever had before, Spinda notes), and had his head down on the table, his entire body shaking, the occasional sob loud enough to be heard.

Spinda cleared and cleaned the tables starting at the farthest away from Jax, not wanting to kick out the miserable looking Pokémon, while Wobbuffet and Wynaut cleaned up their recycling service. Eventually though, Spinda had cleaned all the tables except for one, arriving at the Grovyle’s table at exactly 2:41:24.

He looked down at the sobbing Pokémon. Gently, he placed his paw on his shoulder. “Hey buddy,” he says softly, but still loud enough so he knows the Grovyle can hear him. “We’re closed. Ya gotta go home now.”

With a sniffle, the Grovyle picks up his head, and nods. His eyes are bloodshot from crying, and tears stain his cheeks. “M’kay.”

As he attempts to stand, his legs start to wobble uncontrollably. His chair, already pushed out from under him, does nothing to keep him from falling to the floor.

Quickly dropping down to help him up, Spinda wraps his arm around his own neck, helping the man to his feet. “Y’alright, Grovyle?”

The sobbings from the reptile grow louder. “I’m sorry,” he says between sobs. “I’m… I’m useless, I can’t do anything right.”

Spinda starts to tear up himself, listening to Jax’s self-deprecating words, unable to say anything. He helps him get to the door, while Jax continues apologizing.

“I-I-I don’t know why N l-l-left,” the Grovyle says. “H-h-he just disappeared, and, and, he left his stuff, and, and I hope he’s okay, he would never leave me alone on purpose, something must've happened, he wouldn't leave, but I’m, I’m too stupid to know what happen…”

Spinda keeps his mouth shut. He didn’t know what to say, he was never good in situations like this.

"I-I-I wish I w-w-w-was…" Jax breaks out in loud sobs, openly weeping as they emerge at the crossroads.

"Dad!" a shout calls. Running from Treasure Town's entrance is a small blue Pokémon, about as tall as Spinda himself, with feelers on their head and a watery look to them. In all his years, Spinda's never even seen a Pokémon like this. "I'm so sorry, I'm Manaphy, this is my dad, I'm really sorry you had to carry him, I can take him here, I'm really sorry," they say hurriedly, all in one breath.

"It's quite alright," Spinda says as Manaphy slips under Jax’s other arm. "I was planning to carry him to wherever he needed to be. It's no problem."

Manaphy attempts to bow, but with her father on her shoulder, she finds it difficult. "Thank you so much for taking him out here. Umm… goodbye, I guess. Thanks."

Spinda watches as the father-child duo walk away towards Treasure Town. He hopes that Jax knows that he has people that care about him.

He also hopes that he doesn't come back until he can control his drinking problem.

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Her Friend Is Here For Her

Quagsire was heartbroken over the entire thing. He loved watching Toki and Nara walking past his little booth everyday, going out for jobs. The Tepig and Oshawott were always talking, hmm? Well, it was more like Toki was talking to Nara, and Nara added something in occasionally. It was charming.

Then the split happened. Well, that’s what Quagsire was calling it. Catchy, hmm? It was when Toki had suddenly disappeared one morning, with no witnesses seeing her leave. Nor had she told anyone she was going anywhere. Nor had she brought any of her supplies with her. It was very strange, mmm, for Toki to leave Nara and the Paradise so suddenly like that. Was she carried off into the night by some kind of mysterious force, that may or may not even be a Pokémon itself?

Mmm, speculation, Quagsire thinks.

The Oshawott herself walks by Quagsire’s assembly, dragging her feet through the dirt. Nara’s eyes were dead to the outside world, and she was mumbling something to herself.

“Nara!” he calls out. “Nara dear! Could you come over here for a moment?”

After a moment, Nara turns towards Quagsire. She waddles over to him. “Mm,” she mumbles. Quagsire’s plan step one complete.

“Nara, would you, hmm, come with me for the day? I’m sure you could skip work for the day.” Nara looks at Quagsire, and he looks back at the absence of light in them. “Please?” he adds.

Almost reluctantly, Oshawott slowly nods her head. Taking the confirmation, Quagsire steps out of the doorway of his tent and gestures for Nara to go in. She does so slowly, and Quagsire follows her in, letting the door flap down. Quagsire plan step two complete.

Time to get the girl to talk, hmm?

“Take a seat, mmm, on the couch, would you?” he says, sitting on the adjacent chair.

A moment passes in silence, as Nara sits. “What’re… you doing?”

“I am, mm, simply here for you to talk to. Vent. Feel free to talk about anything on your mind. I am a great listener, hmm?”

Quagsire’s plan step three, get Nara to do therapy, in progress.

Nara stares at him blankly.

Seconds pass, mmm, and then minutes.

“I miss her,” she finally says, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I really, really miss Toki. She was my best friend ever, but then she disappeared.”

Quagsire watches on, waiting for the Oshawott to continue.

“I just…” she stops for another pause, putting her thoughts into words. “I don’t know why she left. Why? Why did she leave?”

Another pause, hmm, as Quagsire waits again.

“I am… I’ll… I’ve searched the entire continent, just looking for her.” She puts her head in her paws. “And there’s nothing. No trace of her. Like she just… disappeared off the planet, like after we stopped the Bittercold.”

She pauses again.

“I just…” the tears start to leak from her eyes. “I really miss her.”

The little Oshawott breaks into uncontrolled sobs, finally letting out all the built up emotions. She lays back into the small couch as Quagsire walks over to hug her.

Hmmm, new Quagsire plan step four: get Nara an actual therapist.

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His Father Is Here For Him

(TW: self harm, cutting, mental breakdowns, self-deprecation, suicidal ideation)

Nuzleaf knows his adopted son was always quiet. It was just his personality. He very rarely spoke over twenty words in a day, never any more than three words at a time. He had preferred to speak in sign language, though he was never the best at it. But when Champ stopped communicating completely, Nuzleaf noticed.

Champ’s best friend and Expedition Team partner, a Piplup named Fin, had strangely disappeared about a month ago. After days of searching (and skipping school, but Nuzleaf doesn’t really care for that) and no progress, the Chespin had all but locked himself in his room. He only left to eat, only a couple berries at a time, and spent his time curled up in a ball on his bed, crying.

So many of his other friends from school came by to try and talk to him. Even the members of the Expedition Society came to Nuzleaf’s front door.

Still, Champ hadn’t spoken, or signed, or even reacted to their presence.

It was late at night when Nuzleaf heard it. He had woken up to get some water. But when he got to the kitchen itself…

He heard a quiet, but intense sobbing coming from Champ’s room.

He quickly made his way to the room, as silently as he could, and peered in. Sitting on his bed was the Chespin, a half-eaten oran berry next to him, slouched down and facing away from the door, but still tilted towards it so Nuzleaf could see his face, with a harvesting knife in his right hand and his left arm decorated with varying levels of cuts.

Nuzleaf, startled, inhales sharply, and his adoptive son hears it, snapping his head in Nuzleaf’s direction. Champ, also startled, hastily throws the knife into his bag, and hides his wounded arm behind his back, picking the oran berry up with his other. Tears leak from his eyes as he trembles, seemingly terrified that Nuzleaf found him doing this.

Nuzleaf takes a tentative step towards his son. Champ flinches, the grassy quills on his head shaking. “I’m… not mad,” Nuzleaf says tentatively. “I’m not angry… I’m not… I just want to know why. I just want to understand.”

The Chespin, still trembling, slowly raises both of his hands, dropping the oran berry. Nuzleaf can clearly see the cuts on the boy’s arm. Oh Arceus, he thinks, none of that was there this morning, has he been healing his cuts everyday with oran berries? All the scars on his arms, he assumed they came from his adventuring, are they from this?

I, Champ starts, but pauses, thinking of his next words, cut myself. He flinches, physically startled by his own silent words. I… if I can’t keep one friend, one person close to me, just… He signs so fast that Nuzleaf can’t keep up with it, then he throws his hands to his sides. He picks them back up and starts to sign again. I don’t deserve to be happy. I should be by myself. Alone. Like how I should be.

Nuzleaf can feel the tears on his cheeks. Slowly he makes his way to the broken child. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry Champ. Ya shouldn’t be feeling like this. Nobody should. You’ve saved so many people, you have so many friends. Yer friend, I’m sure, is just missing, and she wants to come back, I know it. Both of you know each other almost if not as well as you know yerselves. You are… You are worth it. You are worth caring for, worrying for, crying for. You are not a burden. People care about you and worry for you because they want to, because you make them happy. You are not alone.”

Champ tears up, swinging his arms around his father and bawling into his chest. He makes some attempts at speaking, but Nuzleaf pats his back, letting him know it’s okay for him to not speak right now.

The two stay in their embrace until the sun threatens to come in through the window. Nuzleaf is the first to stand up.

“Let’s go get those cuts healed, Champ,” he says, taking his son’s hand. Champ shakily nods as he uses Nuzleaf to stand. “We should… probably get you a professional therapist too, huh?”

Hesitantly, Champ nods, taking the first step on a new journey.

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