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luxora · 1 year ago

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TXT -> {Soulmate AU} -> Meeting you

Requested: No

Group: TXT

Genre: Fluff.

A/N: So I couldn’t really choose on how someone knows that you are their soulmate, so I kind of have done a variety of different identifying soulmate stuff. Feel free to let me know which one you prefer!

Yeonjun

Yeonjun wasn’t particularly looking for his soulmate because he was still in his youth and was not quite ready to settle down exactly. Or maybe the words ‘settle down’ weren’t exactly the words he should use, because it was not like he didn’t want to meet his soulmate, because he did, its just he was not actively looking for them because it will happen when the world decided to let it happen, hence why he was not bothered in trying to actively search for them.

The two of you will meet someday, and hopefully he will be someone you were willing to accept as your soulmate.

Yeonjun glanced down at his wrist, cocking his head at the sight of a small crown tattoo in the middle of it. It was a worldwide known thing that soulmates have matching tattoos, therefore Yeonjun will know who his soulmate was once he catches a glance at it, on whoever they may be. A shout from across the cafe interrupted his train of thought, making his sigh as he reverted his attention to his job at hand.

Since his parents wanted him to experience real working experience, he had opted to work part-time at his uncle’s coffee shop as a barista. It was fairly easy to do and Yeonjun has always met a variety of people, some pleasant and some not. He will admit he makes good money, and he was content being surrounded by the smell of coffee and cake while customers came in for a break, meeting, or something else.

Yeonjun hummed to himself as he reorganized the cups and straws behind the counter, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans floating in the air as Yeonjun made all the freshly brewed caffeinated drinks. It was a typical day in his life, crafting perfect cups of coffee for the myriad of customers who passed through, school ending two hours ago and he still had a few more to work before he could head home to do his homework. Although if he really had to choose his preference, he would much rather doing extra hours of work than homework. His mathematics homework was a nightmare from the undead, and he wanted to avoid doing it as long as possible.

Amidst the steady hum of conversation and the soft jazz playing in the background, the bell of the coffee shop ringed and Yeonjun glanced up to see someone walking towards the counter, totally engrossed in a phone call. He didn’t seem to recognize them, not being a regular, but he fixed a friendly smile as they quickly ordered their coffee, not sparing him much of a glance as they glanced at the menu, told him their order, before returning back to their conversation.

Not offended to the lack of a friendly converse, Yeonjun, began to prepare the drink with practiced precision, only glancing at the stranger at odd times when he heard an exclamation from their end, no doubt reacting to something dramatic which had happened. As he was finishing up with the drink, he noticed the stranger tugging off their hoody and tying it around the waist, holding their between their ear and shoulder as they tied a loose knot before grabbing their phone again.

Since they were busy with their conversation, Yeonjun placed the steaming cup on the counter, ready to call out the order, but just before he could, the stranger finally ended her call and turned to collect their coffee, this time with a smile on their face as they reached out for it. But it was just as they were reaching for the drink did Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise when he caught the mark on their tattoo.

On the stranger’s wrist was a small crown tattoo, an exact match to the one that adorned his own wrist. It was the soulmate mark—the unique symbol that bound two people together across time and space. And while he didn’t think he would meet you so randomly, just knowing that you were in front of him, oblivious to his own matching tattoo, it just swept the floor out from under him. And you did not seem to realise the effect you suddenly had on him as you curled your fingers around the coffee.

“Thank you so mu-”

Just as you were to pull your hand back with the drink, Yeonjun found himself grabbing your wrist, keeping it place while his heart raced with a mix of excitement and disbelief. You immediately frowned at him, attempting to tug your hand back, making Yeonjun nervously clear his throat before he finally displayed his bare arm to you, most notably to his own crown tattoo on his wrist.

Yeonjun carefully watched your expression, it starting off with confusion as you turned to look at him arm, before shifting to surprise, shock, and then recognition, your own eyes glancing at your own one, Yeonjun’s fingers covering most of it and yet still visible to the two of you. And then you finally looked at him.

Both of you finally took the time to analyze each other’s appearances. While he was dressed in his school uniform while donning a barista apron, you were dressed casually, and as he looked at you, he figured you were about a year or two older than him, but not by much. Your lips parted slightly as you gazed at him before slowly moving into a shy smile.

“...Hi.” You eventually said,

“Hi.”

Yeonjun mustered a small smile, a silent acknowledgment of the extraordinary connection that the two of you now shared. Both of you were donning shy smiles, content in the small bubble of miraculous energy which formed between the two of you, only to be simultaneously snapped out of it by an irate customer behind you. While you blushed at the interruption, Yeonjun couldn’t help but glare at the customer behind you, feeling a sense of protectiveness wash over him. He felt you tug your wrist out of his hand, igniting a small spark of disappointment, only to be quickly replaced with joy as you grabbed your coffee and then pointed at one of the booths with a smile.

“I’m going to sit over there for a while.”

to wait for you

The unsaid message was clear to Yeonjun, and he just smiled before nodding.

“Sure thing.”

Soobin

Life truly was grey.

Soobin couldn’t help but stare out the bus’s window helplessly, looking at the passing sights and yet could not truly appreciate them due to his lack of color. Being unable to see color was an aspect which everyone had to deal with until they met the soulmate, Soobin having not met his yet due to the fact he had no idea who they were.

His parents only managed to see color for the first time when they met in their late twenties, coincidentally meeting in a coffee shop where his mother accidentally spilled her coffee all over his dad. But fortunately enough his father’s anger did not last long because the second he locked eyes with his mother, a literally flurry of color hit him at once. Soobin thought his parent’s meeting was cute, although it did little to motivate him to actively search for his soulmate because they could literally be anywhere in the world.

Soobin sighed as the bus moved to a stop, patting down his school bag as it remained on his lap. It had always been a very tedious day to deal with and having such thoughts about the lack of his color in his life hardly helped his mood. As the bus started moving again, Soobin couldn’t help but lift his head to watch the other people walking through the bus to find a seat, only to suddenly lock eyes with someone who happened to send a jolt through him as he was was shocked with electricity.

All of the sudden, the world around Soobin burst into a kaleidoscope of colors he had never seen before. The once-muted surroundings now danced with vibrant hues, leaving him in awe. It was a revelation that stirred his soul, a profound connection he couldn't comprehend. And it seemed that you felt a similar sensation as you completely froze on the spot, clutching at one of the bus rails to stay upright as you continued to gaze at Soobin, neither of you looking away.

Soobin was for a loss of words. The previously dull grays that he as grown accustomed to throughout his life had suddenly disappeared and was now replaced with so many colors which he could not add a name to yet. The bus itself was bright, and the passing outside sights were just so enigmatic, the air in the bus becoming somewhat charged with an unspoken energy as the bus rumbled along its route.

Neither of you looked away from another, seemingly realising what had just happened between the two of you. Soobin couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of you. You were just...so pretty. You were dressed in casual clothes with a bag, looking as if you were going shopping, but to Soobin, he couldn’t help but admire how stunning you looked. So with a pounding heart, he glanced at the seat next to him and looked at you carefully, non verbally offering for you to sit beside him, which you understood after a few moments. After you took a seat beside him, Soobin took a deep, steadying breath before turning to you.

"Just now...do you see the colors too?"

You gazed at him, saying nothing for a few moments before nodding. Looking at him with an expression mixed with surprise and realization, you finally parted your lips to speak.

"Yes, and... it's incredible. I've never seen anything like this before."

“Me neither.”

Neither of you said anything afterwards, simply gazing at one another in curiosity, becoming familiar with each other’s facial features and appearance while the bus continued on its journey. When the bus came to another stop, Soobin took another steadying breath before clearing his throat and offering you his hand, flashing a small smile.

“I’m Soobin.” He introduced himself, waiting patiently as you reached out to grab his hand, your fingers curling around his in a firm handshake which sent a jolt of electricity though his body as you shook his hand. You smiled shyly at him.

“Y/N.”

Beomgyu

Beomgyu twirled the pen in his hand patiently, waiting for the response to his quip to come back as he was quite interested in what he would received. When he finally saw the scribbling of words on his forearm, he couldn’t stop his smile of excitement as he watched the sentence fill his forearm, making him laugh once he saw the full response.

‘You barbarian, mint chocolate is the best ice-cream in the world. It tastes nothing like toothpaste you mainstream maniac.’

He loved chatting you, even though he has never actually met you yet, but that was not much of a problem as he felt like he knew you well enough. Beomgyu never understood how it really works, but once someone reached the age of thirteen, they somehow were able to communicate with their soulmates through their bodies. Or rather, through writing on their bodies.

He did not believe it at first, nor did he really understand it, but he is naturally a very curious creature and so he could not help but test the theory, taking a permanent marker and writing the word ‘hi’ on his arm, watching with puzzled amazement that it faded away after one minute after he wrote it. But minutes passed by since his first word disappeared with no response, so Beomgyu tried writing it again, watching it fade away but again be met with no answer.

He was kind of put out after that, thinking that maybe his soulmate bond was broken. He had told his parents what happened but they reassured that he was not broken, it was probably because his soulmate has not come of age yet. Put out by the news, Beomgyu experimented drawing on his arm, watching how the drawings would disappear, internally expecting a response but eventually accepting that he was not going to get one.

Although four months later after his birthday, Beomgyu was surprised when he was making himself a sandwich and saw a word on the back of his hand as he was buttering his bread.

‘Hello?’

And the two of you have been conversing ever since.

Beomgyu was now in his final year of high school, along with you, albeit neither of you attended the same school. While Beomgyu would love to go meet you in person, he knows that you don’t live in the city; therefore it was unrealistic of a meeting occurring between the two of you. But he knows once he graduates, he is going to head first thing to you, to finally meet you in person and to have some of those real life dates and adventures he has promised you ever since the two of you started conversing.

It is kinda cliche to think that he has fallen in love with you despite not knowing you. But then again, the two of you were soulmates and were to end up with one another one way or another, and so he can’t really be blamed falling for you, especially since your personality was so clear to him in the messages between the two of you.

Beomgyu twirled his pen as he waited for your next response, the monotonous hum of the classroom filling the air as Beomgyu struggled to concentrate on the lecture. You weren’t answering and usually you were super quick, making him frown as he tried to figure out what was keeping you back from answering his previous question. Just as he was about to write a question on his forearm, his attention was taken away by the teacher announcing the arrival of a new student, which was rather strange since it was the last year of high school for all of them, so he has no idea why someone would move to a new school so late.

Beomgyu lowered his pen to the desk and straightened in his seat, prepared to meet the new student. But as the door creaked open, a figure stepped inside and Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat when he saw you walking in, donned in the school’s uniform, a smile on your face as you scanned the classroom until you were locking eyes with him.

Obviously the two of you knew what each other looked like due to exchanging social media information, the two of you following one another. He had always thought you were beautiful in your photos, but now seeing you in person...you were breathtaking, photos doing no justice. Beomgyu faintly heard the teaching introdcuing you to the class, which you responded with a friendly smile and a bow, albeit your eyes never left Beomgyu’s, a cheeky glint in your eyes as you cocked your head in his direction.

As if the universe had planned the meeting, the teacher instructed you to take the seat next Beomgyu, it being the only available one in the class. He watched in rapture as you walked towards him, smiling at all the other students before taking a seat, purposely ignoring him as you grabbed your books and pens and settled them on the desk. As the teacher resumed the lecture, Beomgyu couldn't concentrate. His mind buzzed with the realization that you were in fact sitting right next to him. The unspoken conversations that had filled his days with a quiet magic were now replaced by the prospect of face-to-face interactions, something he had dreamed of and yet... it was possible now.

When the class finally ended, Beomgyu hesitated for a moment before calling your name, where you immediately turned your head to look at him with a cheeky smile.

“Surprise.”

“W-When did you-”

“My father got a job transfer here. We have just moved and coincidentally found out that this school was closest to home.”

“...coincidentally you say?”

You winked at him.

“Coincidentally.”

The two of you shared a smile which was posed as odd to the other students, but to one another, it was all-knowing and filled with bliss as the two of you realized that unspoken conversations via your arms was no longer a necessity.

Taehyun

The vibrant lights of the carnival cast a kaleidoscope of colors over the lively crowd. Taehyun, surrounded by the laughter of his friends and the cheerful hum of the festivities, felt a peculiar energy in the air but he simply thought it was his body reacting to having free time for the first time since forever. School was finally over and he was finally able to enjoy his holiday. With the carnival coming to town, Taehyun and his friends eagerly attended during the evening to celebrate the end of exams while getting lost in the world of fast food, games and rides.

Taehyun was strolling through the crowd with his friends, laughing at the argument occurring between two of them about one of the stall games, when he suddenly froze in place when he caught the gaze of a stunning individual near one of the food stalls. In a fleeting moment, the world seemed to still and the carnival's cacophony faded into the background.

As his eyes locked with the stranger’s, a wave of warmth suddenly surged through him. It wasn't just a mere connection; it was something deeper, something magical. It was as if the whole universe was doing a 360 on its axis, reorganizing everything until the one center of the world was you, your eyes locked deeply with his and neither of you moving from your spots, unable to look away. Taehyun faintly heard his friends concerned calls of his name, having noticing his sudden absence, but he did not listen as foreign thoughts suddenly entered his mind.

Handsome

Stunning

So perfect

The thoughts were not his own, they instead contained a voice which did not belong to him, which made him slowly smile as he realized what had happened. Deciding to test his theory, he began to project his own thoughts, which had a positive effect as you suddenly smiled at him, prompting him to start walking in your direction.

You were dressed so prettily, and Taehyun couldn’t help but compare your smile to the sun with how bright and beautiful it was. You apparently had just purchased a stick of cotton candy, the pink treat barely been tasted due to the sudden occurrence between you and Taehyun. You openly stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, which he obviously reflected back to you as his heart pace increased as he got closer to you.

"Can you hear me?" Taehyun thought, his eyes widening in amazement.

"Yes, I can. This is... incredible."

Despite the carnival noise buzzing around the two of you, your thoughts were so clear to him and he knew it was the same for you. He was aware that once one was able to hear the thoughts of another, it meant that they had found their soulmate, their souls and minds becoming linked with one another for all eternity, until death parted them. Taehyun was never actively looking for his soulmate due to his young age, and yet now that he has found you, he couldn’t help but feel excitement. He could communicate with you without uttering a single word, the fact that he had such an n intimate connection with someone was just...amazing.

Taehyun stopped in front of you when he finally reached you, the two of you having matching smiles as you gazed at one another from head to toe, becoming familiar with each other’s appearance before giggling. He smiled at you before reaching for you hand, you having no objecting when he tugged you a little bit closer, the two of you invading each other’s personal spaces, not that either of you minded.

"We're soulmates," Beomgyu whispered, his voice echoing in both their minds. You nodded.

“We are.”

“I will admit, I did not expect to find you here.” You laughed.

“Neither did I.”

Both of you exchanged a smile before Taehyun tugged you by the hand to introduce you to his friends, your fingers immediately lacing with his and confidently following him as the two of you met up with his group who all had surprised expressions on their face. After introductions, all of you then explored the carnival together, riding whimsical carousels and sharing cotton candy under the twinkling lights, albeit the two of you seemed to be in a world of you own while his friends posed as multiple third wheels.

Hueningkai

The day’s events were very exciting due to the celebration of his 18th birthday, but that was not the most exciting thing for him. For Kai, the most exciting part was for him to go to bed that night, because it meant that he would finally be able to enter the dreamscape which will belong to himself and his soulmate.

Of course he couldn’t assume to meet you straight away. For all he knew, you weren’t of age to meet him in your dreams yet, but Kai hoped for the possibility that you were already of age and were waiting for him just like he has been waiting for this day to come. Call him a hopeless romantic, but he was looking forward to meeting the other half of his soul, and after he bid his family goodnight and got into bed, sleep seemed to taunt him endlessly due to his mixed excitement and anticipation.

Of course his parents and older sister advised him not to be too hopeful because you may not be there to share a dream yet, but it didn’t diminish his hopes. Even if he was not to meet you tonight, he would waited endlessly for you in his own little dream world, you were to meet with him sometime, he just hopes it will be sooner rather than later.

He doesn’t know how much time passed as he stared up at the ceiling of his room, but eventually he managed to fall into a slumber, the embrace of sleep gently pulling into a dreamscape, the world shifting and transforming around him and until a sight finally took its form in front of him - a sun-kissed beach. It felt like he was really there in person, the the sound of waves crashing against the shore, warm sand embracing his bare feet, and a gentle breeze that carried the scent of salt and freedom.

Kai glanced down at his own body, realizing that he was no longer in his pajamas but rather in beachwear - a pair of shorts and a buttoned shirt which was unbuttoned half way. He smiled at himself and at the sight before him, but then he suddenly he was not alone as he felt a gaze on him, prompting him to glance up and felt a hitch in his breath.

A stranger stood in front of him, a beach ball in their hands and a bright smile on their face as recognition flashed across their face. They were similarly dressed in beachwear, and as Kai continued to stare at their features, he couldn’t help but become flustered at their attractiveness. And locking eyes...he just felt a connection just form instantaneously between the two of you.

"Kai?" You called out said, a smile playing on your lips which made his heart pound in excitement and glee.

“Y-Yeah, that's me. Are we... dreaming together?"

Even though he figured that is what was happening, the fact that it was...it was just sending his head in a mess and he couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to gaze at you. You nodded, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Seems like it. I've been waiting for this moment."

“Me too...Y/N.”

He didn’t know how he knew your name, but it just graced the tip of his tongue and escaped, him saying it like some kind of holy prayer which will bring all miracles to the world. He had felt so incredibly connected when he heard you utter his name, and it seemed him saying yours had a similar effect as you eyes fluttered at the sound of it and a slight flush dusted your cheeks. You giggled before walking closer, holding out the beach ball in your hands to him, delight in your eyes.

“Care to play?”

He reached out for his, his hands brushing against yours in an accidental touch, jolting a spark of warmth through his body and yours, prompting you two to blush and giggle at the instant sensation.

“Of course.”

The two of you decided to make the most of dreamlike encounter. With the beach ball in hand, the two of you began a playful game without any rules, laughter echoing against the backdrop of the dream beach as the two of you volleyed the ball back and forth while sharing stories, dreams, and the intricacies of each other’s lives. With each passing moment, the dream became a canvas for the budding connection between the two of you The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and gold. It was a dream, yet it felt more real than anything Kai had experienced before.

As the dream beach faded away, Kai stood by your side on the shore, hands connected and fingers intertwined. Your skin pressed against his made him feel so warm despite the two of you only being in a dream. He truly felt that he was holding your hand in person, and soon after the dream ended, he looks forward to the oncoming nights where he will be able to meet with your constantly until the two of you finally met in person. The two of you shared a bright smile, your other hand cupping his cheek while joy reflected in your eyes.

“I don’t have to wait anymore.”

“Neither do I.”

A promise was made that night that the two of you were going to meet in person soon, because before Kai could kiss you, he had to take you out on a real date, as you only experienced the best things in life which he can only hope to provide. But it was a new adventure to the two of you, one that both are eagerly anticipating to play out.

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highfunctioningfleshrule63 · 8 months ago

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hey, your video compilation of 4chan post about shield is a great ressource for fandom psychology. Interesting to see another user who lurk the wrestling board and use tumblr. Did you ever work on compilation of the tumblr fandom during the peak of the shield era ? I did not research it yet. xoxo

glad someone liked that video, only in times when im super fixated on something will i end up searching through the 4chan archives for more content...unfortunately 4chan vernacular tends to get a laugh out of me (if it isnt absolute lowtier content, had to scrape through a lot of that). the shield stuff i tried to get from when it was at its peak and you'll see posts on there from 2013+, but i also got modern stuff now bc the boardspeak actually changed with it.

ironically it is way easier to deepdive and compile stuff from 4chan bc it has a much better archival system than tumblr; ive also looked for lots of old stuff on deviantart due to the crossover but i found that it has a pretty shitty way of archiving/sorting older posts (just like on here. ive been on tumblr since 13 so i know what sorts of areas to look for, but its still very hard to find it directly on here. i havent spent as much time as i did getting those posts for that video so i can try harder.)

fandom psychology is interesting to me too so im happy you saw my video with that angle. ive collected lots of old shield fangirl content off of sites like weheartit and pinterest (ironically those are often better at keeping images up for longer periods of time) too but i didnt know if i should make a comp, maybe i will. i also looked through random forums and places like lolcow dot farms (which only really granted one of the screenshots...not too much discussion over there for good or bad. i was hoping to find discussion abt shieldfangirls or wrestling rpf but surprisingly they didnt think to make a "point and laugh" thread abt those topics). i find it interesting how much shieldrelated psychosis was on both sides of the spectrum (tumblr vs 4chan)....i could talk more on it but im a little brainless and sleep deprived rn

heres some extras i had that didnt make the cut (plus just some of my favorites):

and these were from a thread talking abt the modern stereotypical tumblr wrestling fan (specifically talking abt aedubs young bucks fans/the elite fans)

(*fangirl in this is a term im using loosely of course)

#surprisingly there is actually LESS shield blingees than dx or cm punk blingees. that at least i could find. theres a large number of #desktop background edits from deviantart and content like the fanfic edits/“outfits i would wear to meet the shield”/ogflowercrown phone bg #collages. and the like. i could compile all this shit i just didnt think it mattered to anyone LOL #sorry for the long post everyone #the most interesting thing abt the shields hayday and eventual fall on 4chan was 1) how many guys unironically loved seth up until he #“turned shoot faggot”/or the first knee injury. he was a fan favorite on there even with the contrarian posters saying otherwise (most of #4chan is just being. the contrarian so that tracks). and 2) the huge divide between guys who hated ambrose (usually bc he was over with #female fans...theres still that divide with how straight men dont understand favs among women. also goes along w my noted difference in fav #among queer men/women etc etc - but they would mask this by saying they hated that he was a jobber (true) or his inring technique was slopp #) and guys who adored ambrose bc he was a promo guy...they loved his early promos/“he just like me fr”.. (and a large grouping of dudes who #would call him cute). i dunno just stuff i noticed #also. obviously a lotta mox hate due to dickriding cornette #the shields peak is interesting to me so i might continue to compile more shit like this when i get the time. i have the shield dvds too #and wanted to do a LONG journey of p1rat1n6 all their scenes off of pcock while i still have my sub. but it would take a while #also. love ur acc bc i too enjoy thinkin abt the fem versions of dude wrestlers #fleshclipstag #tactical-asks

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 2 years ago

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I Heard It In The Silence - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: I SAT DOWN AND WROTE THIS OFF CUFF IN ONE SESSION, IT'S BEYOND NOT BETA READ, I DIDN'T LET MYSELF THINK ABOUT IT AT ALL. I JUST TAP TAP TAPIDY TAP TAPPED. Enjoy, or don't I am not your boss.

Honestly writing a character on the AroAce spectrum is so good for my soul.

It was never the loud things with Tolya. There is no doubt that if the slightest amount of insecurity was shown, Tolya would shower with a kind of reassurance that only he could manage. But it was more about the quiet things, the gestures, the movements, the words, all the ways in which he would consider you. That was Tolya showing love.

Tamar had once worried that because of the way Tolya was disinterested in romance beyond that on the page, and a relationship beyond that which he had with his faith, that he might be lonely. She hated that it worried her, as her brother was and is very capable of looking after his own wellbeing. If Tolya wanted more, he would be searching for it, but he is happy and content with the love in which he had for literature and the Saints.

But not all love is as simple and clean cut as that which most of Sturmhond's crew understands love to be, many of them had lovers or partners, or had at least at some point, all of them had ideas of what love should look like, what it meant and what it required. Even Tamar.

But Tolya had not needed anything more, he was happy, he was content and he never felt the absence of love because he did not share a bed with someone, because he did not see people in the same way as others did.

It was something, most would argue, you have woven into the deeper part of you, something that is there. Companionship and friendship were things that Tolya understand well, between his kebben and the loyalty it wasn't a matter of feeling whole or lonely.

But he had not wondered, besides Tamar, how it felt to not just know someone's absence, but feel it, truly feel it.

Until you.

Tolya may not have been what you had imagined when you thought about falling in love, the way in which he loves you is not like any love you've ever known. Tolya's love is what you imagined sharing a soul would feel like. His compassion, his devotion, his care, his kindness. The gentle look in those golden eyes as they look at you, you have never felt so loved as you feel loved by him.

You had maybe imagined a more conventional relationship, but you would not trade what you have with Tolya for the world. Not for a moment, not even consider it. A moment of love, this love, this love without expectation, or demand, or wanting. This love which only wants to see you safe and warm and cared for. This love that only wants what is best for you, no strings. This love that knows what melody your heart plays and matches you in tune.

You can hear it in the quiet things. The way his arm presses yours as the ocean sways too viciously at night. The way he seeks you out in a crowded room. The way you are the first person he comes to when he has found something new that makes his heart sing.

It is not the willingness to die for you that shows you the way Tolya loves you, but the way in which he lives with you. Beside you.

The way he remembers how hot you take your tea.

The way he always keeps extra candied orange slices just in case.

The way he sees you, truly sees you, more than you see yourself.

That love, this love, there is nothing in the world you would trade it for.

His hand against yours on the edge of the gunwale, the smile that lights up his eyes as you talk, all the quietest ways in which you know you will only ever be his, and he yours in return. This love, that neither of you went looking for, but both of you found and would no longer know how to be without.

It was in the quiet, the quiet that was louder than any love you had known before.

There is no other love you would want to know.

#tolya yul bataar #grishaverse #tolya x reader #tolya #shadow and bone #fluff #love language

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unholy-screeching9 · 2 years ago

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Hey dear! I'm glad I made your day with my comment the other day! Your recent works have been such a blast to read! I love 'em!

Anyways! I would like to request a head canon for the reader that leans more on the plus side as in they kinda thicc. They're usually very confident with themselves but they had a off day and they get insecure about how they look and wonder if KD still loves them despite being a bit heavier.. Perhaps they need some "reassurance" from the king himself. ;)

— Mints 💗💫

Sure thing, sweetness! I hope this is up to your tastes. If not, let me know and I’ll fix anything you might not like. 💋

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons

King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons (GAME)

You have always been on the chubbier side. That’s never really bothered you, it’s just something you live with.

You’ve never had much trouble with confidence before you met King Dice, and afterwards? Once you two started dating, and eventually got married?

The King taught you how to love yourself. Sure, you never saw your chubbiness as a bad thing, but your partner helps you love that part about you.

No one has given you much grief over it in your life. It’s really nothing people worry about anyway. And if anyone dares to poke fun at your figure when your husband is around? Well…

He deals with them. Personally.

To the point where no one in the casino dares speak up about it. As they shouldn’t. Why should they be bothered? You’re not there to please anyone. Your figure is, quite frankly, none of their goddamn business.

Thankfully, it’s never really a problem. Your confidence and your husband’s protection keep the jealous broads off your back.

You love yourself. You love your body, each and every curve. Your husband loves you. Frankly, he loves your body more than you do. He adores the way your soft, squishy flesh feels against his hands.

For the most part, you’re very happy with yourself and how you look. But some days…

Some days are harder than others.

Sometimes, you don’t love yourself as much. Sometimes, you avoid the mirror so you don’t have to be reminded of your size. Sometimes, you hide in the corner on the casino floor to avoid people’s eyes.

Those are your bad days.

And of course, some people just have to make the bad days worse.

Usually, you brush off any snarky comments you might occasionally receive, or bark back with a witty insult. It keeps those patrons away from you, and you feel more confident in yourself when you watch them quiver and back off.

But on your off days… those comments get to you.

When this happens, you quickly down whatever drink you have in your hand, practically shoving your glass back into the bar counter where Ginette can reach it, and retreat from the casino floor.

You walk to your chambers, making sure to avoid the mirror, and just lay down. You think. You ponder yourself, questioning if you should go on a diet. Go on more walks. Anything to get the extra pounds off your bones.

The extra pounds that you usually love.

You hate them on your off days. You see them as nuisances. You hate the way your body looks. You hate your curves. Your pudginess. Maybe if you were skinnier, you wouldn’t have off days.

You sometimes feel bad for your husband. You wonder if he puts up with it out of pity. You think of his past lovers, wondering if they were skinny and sexy. The opposite of how you felt.

The King is looking for you at this point, wondering where you went. You weren’t at your usual spot. During his shift he’s scanning the floor, searching for your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. He finds nothing.

Maybe you just got tired. Yeah, that’s it. Rumulus might have overdone it on the gin this time. Or maybe you smoked one too many cigars with Mr. Wheezy. Maybe you were off watching the horse races.

…Maybe someone said something to you. They wouldn’t dare…

Would they?

You never leave Dice’s mind. He’s constantly on the lookout for you until the second his shift ends. Then, he’s asking around. Asking Pirouletta if she’s seen you. Pip and Dot. Phear Lap. No one knows.

Except…

“The poor dear… I think today’s one of the rough ones.” Ginette murmurs in response to Dice’s question. “And of course, some drunk bastard felt the need to open his trap. You’ll probably have more luck searching in your quarters, boss.”

Your husband hurries off as soon as she finishes. Dammit! He shouldn’t have waited to ask until the casino was closed. He should have kept a closer eye on you. Maybe if he did, he’d be able to teach that little prick a lesson on respect.

Now, all he can do is go back to his room, hoping you just needed a break from the chaos. If he finds you in tears…

Well, there’s just no telling what he’ll do.

The soft clicks of the doorknob bring you from your thoughts, and you lift your head from the pillow, watching your husband walk inside. He’s so… quiet. Careful.

He’s concerned.

You sigh softly and sit up as he approaches you and sits on the edge of the bed. He takes your hand, gingerly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

He looks in your eyes, searching for any signs of crying. Even one tear.

He finds one.

Despite your best efforts, you feel a small, wet droplet roll down your cheek, falling onto his hand from your chin. You sigh shakily and look down at the floor, shaking your head in defeat.

“I… I’m sorry, King. You shouldn’t have to put up with—”

“Stop.”

You hesitantly lift your head back up, studying the die’s face. He’s angry. Furious. But as you examine closer, he’s not angry at you. No, he could never be angry at you for something like this. So then…

“Who said those remarks to you?”

“What…?”

“Who. Said. Those remarks to you?” He repeats, slower. Tenser.

You shake your head again, squeezing his hand. “I don’t know, King. It was just some drunk man at the bar. It’s not a big deal—”

“He made you cry.”

Dice is seething at this point. How dare someone make you cry, no matter how drunk he was?! He has no right! Why, he oughta send that bastard straight to Hell.

And you? Well, you’re just tired. You just want to curl up and float away, where no one else can hit you while you’re down ever again. You just…

You want to be loved. You want to feel appreciated despite your heaviness. You want to be loved because of your heaviness. But do you deserve it?

“King?”

Dice snaps out of his angry trance and gazes into your glassy eyes, gently cupping your face. He feels nothing but worry right now. He hates the sound of insecurity in your voice. Hesitation. He never wants to hear you speak like that.

“What is it, my love?”

You sigh shakily, leaning your face against his gloved palm. He’s holding your head with such care. He’s gentle. Kind. Fuck.

“Does my weight ever bother you?” You whisper in question, staring sadly up at him. “Please be honest with me… if it does, I could always start a diet. I could start going on walks, or maybe wait tables on the floor to lose the extra—”

“Darlin’, stop it.” His firm voice cuts through your ramblings.

You slowly shut your mouth. When you finally have the guts to look at him again, you see the pain on his face. He’s hurting. It breaks his heart to see you so upset with the way you look, when you’re usually so confident and collected.

He doesn’t like it when you talk about yourself like that. He hates it.

“Let’s get one thing clear: I’m not putting up with anything. Your extra weight is not a burden. It’s the exact opposite. Your size is beautiful, do you understand me?”

He scoots closer to you, enveloping you in a warm, loving embrace. You choke out a quiet sob, resting your forehead on his chest and grabbing his waistcoat with your fist. He smells of cigar smoke and whiskey, with a dash of sweet cinnamon. You close your eyes, letting the tears flow.

Dice is nothing but caring to you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

“You will not be starting any damn diet. You will not be going on walks, unless you want to for reasons other than this silly ‘weight problem’. You don’t need any of those things, got that? Whatever that bastard said is complete horseshit.”

He holds you tighter, his hands running up and down your sides. He affectionately traces the gentle folds of your skin through your clothing. His touch makes you shudder slightly, moving closer to him.

“If I had even the slightest problem with your size, I would have said something long ago. I promise you dear, I love you just how you are. I can’t believe some jackass had the nerve to speak to you like that. I’ll beat him myself when I get the chance.”

His hand slowly traces down to your ass, and he gives it a gentle rub as he pulls you completely into his lap. He tilts your chin upwards so he can look down at you, kissing you tenderly.

“Personally, I enjoy the pudginess, doll… there’s just more of you to love~”

You let out a soft moan as he fondles you, wrapping your arms around him. You reach up to cup his face and rub his pips, earning a pleasured groan from your husband as he deepens your kiss.

“Mmm, babydoll… you don’t understand how much I adore you. Your lips, your hair, your folds… My word, you’re wonderful. Absolutely perfect.”

You melt in his arms, becoming putty for him to manipulate into whatever position he desires. His lips remain on yours as he leans forward, slowly pinning you down on the bed as he makes out with you.

Dice’s fingers gently tug at your top, asking permission to take it off. You blush hesitantly, a bit nervous to reveal your figure. You’re still a little insecure.

But your husband is having none of it.

“Sugar, please… let me show you how much I appreciate this beautiful body of yours. Let me change your mind about yourself.”

Upon hearing his words of reassurance you nod, and you help him slip off your top, discarding it on the floor. You blush harder as Dice admires you, hands running over your sides, gently squishing your stomach.

“You’re so soft, darlin’… you feel incredible. I wish you wouldn’t feel so down about yourself like this. It breaks my heart.”

You open your mouth to respond but your words are taken from you as Dice begins to press gentle, loving kisses onto your tummy. You moan slightly, resting your hands on his back as he praises you.

How the hell is he so good at this?

“All of this, baby. I love it. And I don’t want to part with it unless it’s something you feel the need to get rid of, for yourself. I don’t give a fuck about what anyone else says~”

You whine softly at his praises, barely even noticing him slip your bottoms off. You squeak in delight as he suddenly lifts up your legs, setting them on his shoulder.

Dice begins to nip at your beautiful thighs, trailing closer and closer to your pelvic area. The whole time, he’s murmuring sweet nothings to you as he marks you up.

He’s incredibly careful with you, treating you like some type of god. Which, you are to him. He worships the ground you walk on. He’d do anything to see you smile, to hear your laugh. To hear you cry, and say horrible things about yourself?

Why, it crushes him.

All he can do now is admire your naked figure with a hungry smile.

“My goodness sugar, you look delightful… please, never ever try and downgrade this figure again. It hurts me when you’re hurting like this…”

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, shivering as Dice places his hands back on your sides. He leans over you and plants a kiss onto your lips, gently pinning your arms behind your head and tying them with his bow tie. You remove your legs from his shoulders and instead hug him with them, helping him get into position.

A moan escapes your mouth as he slowly inserts his shaft into you, and as you adjust to his size, his hands are all over you. Rubbing your sides. Your back. Your chest. Your thighs. Good LORD does Dice know how to use his hands. He’s magical.

You feel him start to push himself in and out of you, and in response, you squeal loudly into his mouth. Dice chuckles from above you and cups your face, caressing your cheek as he thrusts.

He makes love to you with such care. Such passion. He makes sure you aren’t hurting, being cautious of every single noise you make. Praises are thrown at you left and right, dissolving every ounce of self doubt you have left in your mind.

“FUCK, doll, you feel incredible… ohhhh my goodness, NEVER doubt yourself ever again. If I catch you crying over your body again I don’t know what I’ll do. You’re perfect, just perfect~”

His words are enough to cause a couple tears to roll down your face as you happily shriek for him, bucking your hips to his movements.

In response, Dice kisses each tear away, savoring the slightly salty taste they leave on his tongue. You giggle a little as he does, wrapping your arms around his neck area. His mustache tickles.

Dice relishes in your laughter. It’s a symphony of the angels. The closest his damned soul will ever get to heaven. He thrusts harder and harder, hitting your favorite spot, causing you to shriek in pleasure, begging for more.

“KING! Oh my SATAN, please don’t stop! I need you, I need you so much… please, my King, I LOVE you!~”

“I know, sweetness. I love you more than you could ever dream of… I’ll tell you what: how about a deal?~”

You open your teary eyes and gaze into his infatuated ones, wondering what he was trying to get at. As he continues to grind his hips into yours, you question what he means.

“A deal?”

“Yes, darlin’. Here’s my offer: I’ll help you cum, as long as you promise me something…”

You hold onto him tighter as you both slightly pick up the pace. You groan loudly and rest your head on his shoulder, barely able to ask your next question.

“P..Promise what?”

“Promise me that you’ll never criticize your figure again. I deal with everyone who even thinks about poking fun at your size, and that includes you. I never want to walk in my chambers to you in tears over something like this ever again.”

You pant heavily, your teeth sinking into his skin. Your mind ponders his words for a moment, and a smile graces your lips. It really isn’t a hard decision.

When you think about it, doubting your looks is such a ridiculous thing. If King Dice thinks you’re perfect, then by god, you’re fucking perfect. There’s nothing that could change that.

And with the way he’s making love to you now, you know that every word he says is the truth.

You chuckle as you lock lips with his, your tongue grazing over his pearly teeth. Nodding against him, you moan your answer into his mouth.

“I promise.”

Satisfied with your response, the King pounds into you, his hands holding your squishy form securely as he chases after your release.

You scream for him, hands tugging at the makeshift restraints. You’re getting close. God, he’s going so fast. So hard. He hits your spot with every single push.

It’s enough to push you over the edge.

You let out a final scream of pleasure as your fluids burst from under you, dripping down your legs. You’ve never felt so good in your life.

Dice’s climax follows seconds after yours, and you almost cum again when he fills you up with his seed, groaning loudly in pleasure. His hands lovingly squeeze your pudgy sides as he rides through his orgasm, his cock twitching inside of you.

What an amazing feeling.

You feel your hands be freed from Dice’s bow tie, and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck area. You hug him tightly, burying your face into his shoulder and moaning loudly as he pulls out of you.

Instead of laying down beside you as he normally does, your husband lays on top of you, wrapping his arms around you and using your soft chest as a pillow.

You’re so warm and squishy, and he loves it. He adores laying on top of you and hearing your heartbeat. It’s comforting for him. He loves it. He loves you. All of you. Every last inch.

You’ll never be able to thank him enough for helping you get your confidence back. But frankly, he won’t accept your thanks. He just wants you to be as happy as can be.

And you are.

“I love you so much, King… thank you…” you breathe out, resting your hand on Dice’s back as he snuggles further into you.

He responds by squeezing you tighter, smiling into your chest and gently massaging your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, sweet one. Every single part of you. No matter how big or small.”

You both doze off, peacefully content with one another. You get some of the best sleep you’ve ever had in your life.

And the next day?

Dice takes care of that drunk jackass who poked fun at you.

King Dice x Chubby!Reader NSFW Headcanons (SHOW)

Dice has only paused once in the entire time he’s aired his game show, Roll the Dice. One time.

That one time was when he first laid his eyes on you.

“Who will be the first lucky contestant to Roll the Dice?” His smooth, alluring voice boomed throughout the room as the spotlight began scanning the audience, searching for a ‘lucky’ contender.

His spotlight scanned over you for one second, before quickly passing. That one second was all Dice needed.

His heart shot up in his throat as he eyed your hopeful, eager form. Holy cow, who were you? You were gorgeous!

You must have been treating yourself on a night out, because neither of the two others sitting next to you looked like your date. And you know what?

Lucky Dice.

His spotlight stopped moving on some random, insignificant character. He said nothing. He missed his cue, creating a noticeable pause in the room as the contestant perked up. He didn’t care.

All he could see was you.

Your outfit hugged all the right spots on your soft, round form. Your hair was neat and tidy, and your eyes. Your eyes. They were like stars.

He simply had to get your name.

…After the show.

The last contestant was rushed through the show, and as soon as his curtains closed, he was out the door. He needed to find you. Ask for your name. He needed to see you again, to spot you through the excited crowd waiting for his signature..

He quickly signed every single scrap of paper his fans threw in his face, his eyes desperately searching for yours.

When the crowd dispersed, you were the last one standing, waiting patiently for Dice’s approach. You both exchanged quiet introductions, you out of surprise that the man you admired could be so timid, and him out of sheer infatuation for you.

One thing led to another, and now you’re both happily married. You’ve never been so content with your life until now.

The King is incredible to you, and is sure to remind you of just how much he loves you every chance he gets. Mostly by touch.

He adores running his hands over your curves, gently massaging every fold. You’ve always been confident with your form and never minded the extra weight, but your husband?

He loves that part about you most.

Your stomach is so soft, he loves to relax against it and drift off to sleep at night. Your smooth curves are addicting to touch, and don’t even get him started on your thighs.

You’re perfect to him. And he helps you feel perfect to yourself.

Your confidence skyrockets. You have no problem showing yourself off, and accompanying Dice to his many celebrity events. You love your body, every bit of it. You are beautiful, and you know it.

Well… most days.

Some days, you don’t feel as good-looking.

Some days, you wake up and question just why Dice would choose you of all people. When he could have anyone he want, he chose you.

Why?

You suddenly don’t feel so confident in the outfits Dice bought you. You suddenly avoid looking at yourself. You suddenly don’t feel like attending your lover’s show. You suddenly don’t want to be in front of a bunch of people.

You stay home on those days.

You feel a bit guilty when you do, because you know how much Dice loves it when you watch him from backstage, but you just can’t. Not on your bad days.

You opt for the radio instead, trying to focus on your husband’s smooth, charismatic voice. It helps bring your mood up, even if just a little.

“Mr. King Dice, this is your five minute call.”

The die sighs softly in his chair as his cards wrap up the finishing touches, ironing his suit, freshening up his pips, straightening his mustache. He barely notices them.

The only thing he notices is that you’re not there with him. It’s all he thinks about.

You’re still absent when he gets through the first contestant. Then the second. It’s hard for him to focus on the show.

He wonders if you’re alright. If something happened to you. If he did something to upset you.

If you’re in danger.

Dice isn’t present in his mind as he wraps his show up, strutting off the stage. He blankly grabs a couple things from his vanity, and sneaks out the back door. There will be no autographs tonight. Not when you’re not by his side.

The limo ride home is not nearly as enjoyable when you’re not there to share some champagne with him.

You’ve fallen asleep by the time he walks through the door, tears staining your cheeks. Your hand rests limply against the radio, the aftermath of Roll the Dice sounding quietly through the room.

Dice watches you closely, silently shutting the door behind him and taking off his shoes, placing them nearly by the door.

Oh, you poor dear.

You wake up to the soft, gentle feeling of your husband stroking your wet cheek with the backs of his fingers, and you open your eyes to see his concerned expression.

“King, I’m sorry…” you start to apologize, feeling horrible for skipping his show because of some damn insecurity.

“My dear, what for?” Dice shakes his head in shock, cupping your face. What on earth would you need to apologize for? Missing his show? That was the last thing on his mind. He just wants you to be happy.

“I missed your—”

“I don’t give a damn about the show, sweetheart. To hell with it. All I care about is you. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, honey.”

“No you’re not.”

Dammit. Damn him. Damn him for being so fucking caring. So worried. He’s making this way harder than it needs to be.

“You’re not fine. You missed the show, and cried yourself to sleep listening to the radio. Something’s wrong. Please, doll, tell me.”

You sigh shakily and sit up, leaning against him as he wraps his arms around you. He rubs your back, massaging your shoulder blades and giving you a reassuring kiss on your forehead.

Your hand grips the trim of his waistcoat tightly as your eyes find his. His hand strokes your cheek once again, and you lean into his touch.

“…Why did you choose me, King?”

Dice is taken aback at this. What do you mean by that? Why wouldn’t he?

“I… what?”

“Out of everyone you could have had, why me? Surely, you could do so much better. There are so many others who would kill to be your lover, who are much more beautiful than I’ll ever be. People who wouldn’t be such a dead weight on your—”

“That’s enough.”

You jump slightly at the sudden interruption, and look back up at Dice. His expression makes your heart ache.

He looks so… heartbroken. Like you just told him his mother died. Your eyes well up with fresh tears as he hugs you tighter, refusing to let go of you.

“Don’t ever say that to me again. I don’t want whatever the others have to offer. They couldn’t possibly make me feel the way you do.”

Here come the waterworks. You sniffle slightly as the tears in your eyes roll down your cheeks, falling from your chin and landing in your lap.

“Dice…”

“Come here, pumpkin.”

He holds you tightly in his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. His heart cracks with every soft sob you give.

You feel your husband gently tilt your chin up, and sigh shakily as he dabs your tears away with his handkerchief.

His touch is so comforting. So cautious. You yearn for it.

“You are not a ‘dead weight’ to me, darling. Not even close. If it’s your size you’re worried about, I need that to get out of your head right now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your weight. I, for one, adore it.”

“Wait, what?” The declaration catches you off guard.

“I’m not a touchy person, honey. I hate it when people get too close to me. But I just can’t keep my hands off of you. You know that. I wish I could take away every insecurity you have. All the bad days.”

Dice brings you closer, his hands resting on your plump sides. He gives them a loving squeeze, coaxing a soft whine from your mouth.

“I could tell you how much I love you and your body until my tongue falls off. But who am I kidding? We both know that actions speak louder than words.”

His hands slip up underneath your top, and he gives you a look asking to take it off. You nod hesitantly, and lift up your arms as he gently strips you.

It’s cold in the room. But it doesn’t matter. His hands warm you right up.

Your bottoms are off a second later , leaving you in your undergarments. And Dice is all over you.

Massaging your stomach. Your thighs. Hungry eyes scanning over your figure. He’s needy. And you’re starting to get there as well.

You tug at his waistcoat before slipping it off, letting it drop over your discarded clothing. Dice lets you strip him down, helping you unbutton his vest and undershirt.

You’re both hungrily fondling over each other now, your lips locking onto his. You wrestle tongues with each other, hungry for a taste. Boy, does he taste sweet, a lot like caramel.

“Mmm… lay down for me, darling.”

You obey, and lay on your back. But Dice has other plans.

“On your stomach.”

You obey curiously, turning over on your stomach for him. You feel your bottoms being tugged off, and yelp in surprise when your legs are spread out. Hands pry your cheeks apart, and Dice’s sweet voice reaches your ears.

“You look so delicious, babydoll. Don’t mind me, I just have to have a taste…”

A pleasured shriek is ripped from your throat as Dice puts his mouth to work. His tongue slips in your ass, eating you up and savoring the taste. Your stomach clenches in excitement as he continues, his saliva lubing you up quite nicely.

His hands continue holding your cheeks apart, and he occasionally gives them both an affectionate squeeze. God, you wish he’d do this more often. It feels amazing.

He stops after several minutes, satisfied at his handiwork. You whine desperately, wishing he would continue, and he chuckles softly in response.

“Don’t you worry, baby… I’m not done with you yet~”

You hear the telltale sound of Dice slipping off his boxers, and you eagerly arch your back, waiting excitedly for him.

His tip presses against your ass, and with a soft murmur of praise, he slips his cock inside of you.

Fuck, that’s incredible!

There could not be a more perfect fit. You both are like lock and key. He fills you up so much that pleasured tears leak from your cheeks, falling onto the pillows.

“I wouldn’t do this with anyone else, sweetness. You couldn’t pay me to. You’re the only one I’ll ever need~”

He affirms the message by beginning to rock his hips against your ass, thrusting in and out of you. You screech in elation, moving along with him to match his rhythm. You know damn well he’s telling the truth.

He loves you, for all that you are. Including your extra weight. Your curves. Your folds. Your tummy. He loves it all. And he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

And you? You’re head over heels. You’ve known how perfect he is since the very beginning, before you even introduced yourself. You’ll thank the lucky stars for giving you this gift for the rest of your days.

You moan loudly for him as he tugs at your hair, leaning down and nibbling your tender flesh. He pounds into you, hitting your g spot, his hands holding you in place.

“Ohhh, KING! Please, don’t stop-! Faster, King! I beg!~”

“I hear you, sweetheart. Your wish is my command~” He murmurs into your ear, picking up the pace. His hands travel to your front, resting on your round stomach and giving it gentle squeezes.

Good god, he’s magical. The more he praises you and rubs his hands on your curves, the more your insecurity fades away. You can barely remember being sad in the first place.

He’s fucking you senseless.

With a shriek, you throw your head back, allowing Dice free entry to your neck. He takes this opportunity to nip at the side, groaning loudly as he sucks at your flesh.

“Delicious… you taste delicious, doll-!” He moans into you as he continues to ram his hips into you, chasing after both your climaxes.

He finds them in no time.

“KING! King, I’m close! PLEASE— I’M GONNA CUM!~” You scream in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

“IT’S OKAY! DO IT! CUM! CUM FOR ME, SWEETNESS!~”

That was all you needed to hear. You screech in euphoria as you catch up to your release, fluids exploding from under you. Your insides tingle in excitement, your legs trembling from the sheer power of your orgasm.

You cum a second time when Dice does, exploding his seed into your ass with a loud groan. He fills you up so much that his spent leaks out of you once he pulls himself out. It drips down your crack, spilling between your legs and combining with your own seed.

As a last little favor, Dice holds you steady as he leans down, lapping up every single drop of seed his tongue finds. He leaves nothing behind, cleaning you completely. You’ll never be tired of how his tongue feels against you. It’s heavenly.

You’re completely full. You’re satisfied. You’re… happy. You’re so happy. You’ve never been so thrilled in your life.

Dice collapses beside you, panting heavily. His body glistens with sweat. He’s exhausted. But when he looks over at you, all you see is infatuation.

He’s falling in love with you all over again.

You breathe out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you.

He rests his head on your soft chest, taking comfort in your racing heartbeat. You sigh softly in content as his hands gently knead at your sides, massaging the tension out of your muscles.

“I hope this helped you, sugar. I love you so much, and I don’t want to trade you for anything.” Dice smiles softly at you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. “Every single part of you, I adore. Never change.”

Happy tears prick the corners of your eyes, and you hug him tighter, deepening your kiss. That declaration, you think, is enough.

More than enough.

“You’ve helped me more than I’d ever deserve, my King. I love you too.”

Dice pulls the duvet over you both, and you drift off in each other’s arms, just happy to be with one another.

You wouldn’t change yourself for anyone. You don’t need to. Dice is the only person whose opinion matters to you, and he thinks you’re perfect.

And if King Dice thinks you’re perfect, well…

Who could argue with that?

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Reality Shifting: A Full Guide

Hello my loves! I post about shifting quite often but I've realized that not everyone knows how to shift. It's actually very simple! Trust me, a full guide isn't really necessary but I know it can be fun to read it out. By the end of this, you'll be surprised at how easy it is!

First, what exactly is shifting?

Well, there are actually a lot of theories! There is no solid answer because that'll change based on your own personal beliefs. In its simplest definition, shifting is shifting your awareness to a different reality. The belief of shifting requires you to believe in other realities, regardless of how you think that works.

What are some key terms?

DR- Desired/Dream Reality, WR- Waiting Room, CR- Current Reality, OR- Old/Original Reality, Methods- a process to help you shift, Safe Word/Action- A word/phrase that you say or an action that you do that shifts you somewhere else, most often used to shift back to your CR or WR.

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It's very simple! The intention to shift is all you actually need. Methods, scripting, meditation, and all that other extra stuff are just tools that you can use to shift. However, it's important to remember that they aren't necessary. You don't need them at all! All you need is an intention to shift.

So how do we do that? How do we just set an intention and shift? Again, it's very simple!

By definition, intention means, "a thing intended; an aim or plan". Deciding to eat an apple when you're hungry is an intention. Deciding to wake up at 8 am is an intention. Don't overthink this! Literally just making the decision to do something is how to set an intention. And then decide to follow through with that plan.

I know it may seem difficult, maybe even confusing - I completely understand. Whenever you want to shift, simply decide that you're shifting. Tell yourself that you're going to shift no matter what! Trust in your ability to do that. Shifting is easy! People have been doing it for hundreds of years, so trust me when I say you can too. Set the intention by making the decision to shift and just let yourself go. Try to trust in yourself and in your abilities.

What are methods?

A method is simply a process you do to shift. They can focus on visualizing, feeling your DR, focusing your mind, etc. Oftentimes methods help you feel more relaxed and help you focus your attention on your DR/WR so you can shift easily. However, it's important to note that they aren't needed to shift. Always remember, it's not the method that shifts you, it's you. That's why some people will shift instantly using the Raven Method while others never do. It's all about the person!

For specific methods, I recommend searching "shifting methods" and finding one that looks interesting to you!

Some important things to note about methods:

You don't need to do it exactly the same way as other people (change them to your heart's content). If you like a method but a specific part seems boring or uncomfortable, just don't do it. Trust me, changing a method won't affect how well it works because

Every method works well.

If a method doesn't work, it likely has to do with your mindset, not the method itself (because again, all methods work).

No method is stronger than another, it's all about the person using them.

You should ideally be using a method that makes you feel comfortable. Don't force yourself to use one you don't like just because other people have had success with it.

Time Ratio

Your time ratio is essentially how time moves while you're in your DR/WR. If you were to shift with no script/intentions, time would pass normally while you're there. So if you shift to your DR and you stay there for a week, when you shift back to your CR a week would have gone by. If two months pass by in your DR, two months pass by in your CR. Time essentially moves at the same pace in both realities!

However, not everyone wants time to pass in their CRs so to avoid this we can script/intend a time ratio. This ratio can be anything you want! For instance, if one year passes in your DR, only one hour passes in your CR. With this time ratio in mind, if you've been in your DR for one year, when you shift back, only one hour would have passed (so if you shift at 2 pm, when you shift back it would be 3 pm). You can also script/intend that no time passes while you're shifting. Pretty cool right?

This time ratio is often used by shifters to avoid missing things in their CR however, it can be flipped to make time move faster! For example, if one week passes in your DR, 1 year passes in your CR. People don't do this as often but you can do it!

Mindset

Do you need a good mindset to shift? No? Does it help? Yes.

Your thoughts about shifting are important! Do you think shifting is hard to do? Do you think you need methods? Do you think you need to be 100% relaxed and have no doubts to shift? Do you think you need to meditate, affirm, and count to 100 multiple times a day?

All of these things are called beliefs and, as most of you probably know, sometimes beliefs can be limiting. As in they literally limit you from your full potential. Now, it's perfectly okay to have doubts and limiting beliefs and you can still shift while having them. However, if you find that you have difficulty shifting, it's likely due to your mindset and potential limiting beliefs. When you have the time and energy, go through what you know and believe about shifting. Is there anything up there that could be discouraging you or even outright stopping you?

How to have a good mindset?

Know that shifting is inherently easy and that you can shift easily whenever you want

Believe that you have a good mindset

Work through any limiting beliefs you may have

Know that you can still shift while having doubts and limiting beliefs

Know that you can still shift while having a "bad" mindset

Don't put shifting or your DR on a pedestal

Know that you don't need to do anything special to shift (you don't need to meditate, script, count, drink extra water, etc. you just need you).

Scripting

What is it and how do we do it? Like everything else that involves shifting, it's pretty easy!

Scripting is a way to visualize and plan your DR. It's not necessary; you do not need to script. You can write out your script anywhere! And you can be as specific or as vague as you want. Scripts are personal so don't worry about it being perfect. It's literally just a tool to help you shift! You don't need it, it doesn't have to be perfect, and it doesn't need to be aesthetic or organized. Just write down whatever you want to include about your DR!

Scripts often include details about your DR and DR self. It can also include points on safety, relationships, rules, specific moments, etc. But again, please remember that this step isn't necessary and you don't need to add all of this even if you do make a script.

I'm going to be posting a more detailed guide on scripting soon and I'll link it here when it's finished. For now, stop worrying so much about all the fine details, and just let your mind flow! You can script however you want!

What are clones?

Please read these two posts first! TLDR: clones are you. It's your consciousness, your body, you. Clones are honestly named very badly. They aren't an actual copy of you and as such you don't need to worry about them doing something you wouldn't. They are you. The term "clone" is merely describing the process through which your physical body and mind still exist in your CR while you're shifting somewhere else. It's essentially you on autopilot. You know how your DR self already exists and is living their life even though you're not actively aware of that reality yet? It's the same thing with clones! They're just yourself in your CR when you're not there. But they are not a separate person and you'll never have to worry about them doing something horrible or weird. Your clone is you.

Affirming

Affirmations are phrases that affirm something to be true, often repeated to really drive the message home. You do not need to affirm to shift, however, it can help you to shift, build confidence, and have a healthier mindset toward shifting. You can say them in your head or out loud, and you can say them once or however many times you want.

Some common shifting affirmations are: I have shifted, I am shifting, I am in my DR/WR, Shifting is as easy breathing, I am 100% in control of my reality, I am a master shifter, I give myself permission to shift, Nothing holds me back from shifting.

These are just some examples, you don't need to use them and you can change them if you do. Affirming should feel natural to you but it's okay if you feel awkward at first (a lot of people do).

LIFA App

The LIFA app is an application that can appear on your technological devices and anywhere else you want (journals, closets, mirrors etc). It's a tool used by shifters with a lot of different features! You don't need to use it, it's just an option.

Like I said, it has a lot of functions but it's most commonly used for manifesting, editing, scripting, shifting, finances, relationships, and checking in on your clone. Shifters mostly use the LIFA app to make their experience in their DR better. You can use it to manifest food, change your outfit, edit your script, shift somewhere else, etc. Really it can be used for anything you can think of! You can also script/intend that no one in your DR can see it except for you.

Quick questions

Can I still shift with doubts/limiting beliefs?

Yes! 100% yes!! Tons of people have shifted while having doubts about it. You can go through practically any social media site and half of the success stories start with "so I shifted even though I wasn't trying/didn't believe". It's 100% possible so don't worry too much!

Can I get stuck in my DR?

No! Just like you can't be stuck in your CR, you can't get stuck in your DR.

What is a waiting room?

A WR is literally just another reality! People tend to use it as an in-between shifting experience however, you don't need to. You don't need a waiting room at all!

Waiting rooms can be anything you want, ranging from a simple bedroom to a full blown city. Anything you can imagine! You can shift there to relax, work on scripts, hang out with friends, shift to other realities, etc. Literally whatever you want :)

Do I have to visualize?

No. You don't need to do anything! You just need the intention, that's it.

How do I shift back to my CR?

You can use a safe word/action, set the intention, or even do a method. The act of shifting back is the exact same as shifting to so just do whatever you want!

What are symptoms?

Symptoms are more often than not just your body falling asleep while your mind stays awake. That's basically it. Not every shifter will experience them and they aren't "necessary" or even a sign that you're shifting. It's literally just a physical sensation of your body falling asleep (even if you're doing an awake method!). So don't panic if you don't experience symptoms, they're not a big indicator.

How to motivate myself?

Honestly, that'll change for everyone. My advice would be to remind yourself of why you want to shift in the first place. Do you want to live a better life? Or maybe just go on a fun adventure with friends? Every reason is equally important and I find that it's a big factor in keeping yourself motivated to shift.

You can also think about your DR/WR in more detail; what you like about it, what you're excited to experience, who you want to hang out with, etc.

Can I script this/shift here?

Yes. You can script whatever you want and go wherever you want. There are no exceptions to this!

Can I shift permanently/do I have to come back?

Read these two posts please!

Do I have to fall asleep to shift?

No. Like I said before, you just need the intention to shift. That means you can shift whenever you want, however you want. You don't need to be asleep or even relaxed!

Extra tips?

Have fun with it! Shifting should always be fun so if you find yourself getting really stressed or upset, either take a break or assess why you're feeling that way and try to solve the issue if you can. But most of all, have fun with shifting!

Be easy on yourself! It's okay if you don't shift on your first try. Always assume that you will shift but don't beat yourself up if you don't.

Don't compare yourself to others. Even after consciously shifting for the first time, some people end up comparing themselves to other shifters. This happens even more often with new shifters. Comparing your shifting journey will just make you feel bad and inadequate. This kind of goes into the "have fun" tip. Anything you could do that makes you feel bad or demotivated just isn't worth your time.

Try not to worry too much about intrusive thoughts. They can't manifest because you don't actually want them, therefore, you won't accidentally shift somewhere you don't want to. I recommend repeating the phrases, "I am safe. I am protected" until you know them to be true if you're worried about safety.

Figure out what works for you! Some people prefer sleep methods while others prefer awake methods. Some people have 50 page scripts while others have one sentence written on their arm. Give yourself the time to figure out what works for you and makes you comfortable.

Never take no for an answer. Don't let failure be an option. Failure isn't even in your vocabulary! Adopt the mindset of a master shifter and you will be.

Alright... I think that's it? This post is super long holy shit I didn't expect that when I first started it. Most of this is just technical mumbo jumbo anyway. Remember! Shifting is easy! You've done it before a million times and you'll do it again! Conscious shifting is also super easy. If you assume that shifting is hard, then it will be. If you assume that you can't do it, you won't. Always assume that you can shift, that you are a master shifter, that shifting is the easiest thing in the world (because it is!).

You already are a master shifter. You just need to let yourself do what you've always done. So get off tumblr dot com and go live your dream life!!! You got this babe!!!

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting #loa #manifesting #manifestation #long post #shifting guides

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Soooooo jikookers are getting cooked on twitter and I'm finding it hard to just roll my eyes at it and shrug it off even though I know I don't have to prove anything to insecure jikookers or antishippers. And it's not cause I'm insecure, cause I don't think anything short of a denial from them would change my mind rn especially after that bday vlive. But there's no disputing that the facts as they were presented are on the side of antis. At least in my opinion. But idk if you would want to answer this to put on your master list or anything if you have any strong thoughts about it.

This is essentially about how in ITS2 ep1 Jimin said he hadn't seen Bam in a while and people are using that to say clearly jikook aren't together cause then Jimin would see him more often. But on the other hand didn't jungkook say he's staying at some kind of dog pound and he just goes to visit him? Also Jimin was the only one who got up to pet Bam when he came on the bus. But I can still see the other side of the argument cause Jimin was talking like he hadn't seen Bam since he was a baby just like the other guys. I think though that we should wait to watch more because we only saw glimpses of bam and Jimin together and so far he seems to be the one most comfortable with Bam other than jungkook.

Another point against jikook living together that they're using is the fact that they didn't seem to be in the same place sleeping on that day they were suppose to go on the journey towards ITS2. They were informing each other on the times they woke up and such. But I'm more inclined to believe that conversation was more for us the viewer than it was for Jimin and jungkook and there were some suspicious undertones during that discussion.

But either way, it's all speculation on our part and facts on the part of antis. A mess all around. Avoiding twitter for the next few hours

This is so dumb. I saw so so many anons over this on other blogs and I'm just. Can yall not just vibe and enjoy content?! And it baffles me because like there was so much jikook happening in this episode too?! Not that it needs to be addressed but let's talk about these two points I guess.

1. Jimin and Bam:

Bam is big. Yes. But he is STILL a baby, a puppy. He is only like 4, maybe 5, months old. Let's keep in mind that puppies don't leave their moms until they are 8 weeks old, minimum. JK could have picked him out and bought him before that, but he wouldn't have been able to bring the dog home until he was 2 months. He could have visited the puppy while he was with his littermates and mom only. So that leaves us with 2 months of time to work with. JK explained during the intros of ITS that he didn't really get to see Bam much lately either, which is the whole reason he brought him on ITS with him anyway. Bam had been away at a doggy training facility. A Google search tells you that good average Korean Korean training facilities keep your dog for around a month and a half on average. So that gives us about 2 weeks of time to work with. Those 2 weeks that were probably BEFORE the training facility too. JK tells us about how he saw Bam when he would go up for visits. Bam was not at home with him.

Not to mention that when they got on the bus, everyone else cooed from afar mentioning how long it had been, how big he was, etc. But no one made a move to crowd him. Jimin hopped up and leaned over the seat and Bam immediately turned into him for pets, snuggles and kisses. That is a dog who is familiar with Jimin. There was no figuring out which human this is, there was immediate recognition there. Not to mention that while it's clear all the members love on and play play him during ITS2, from what we have seen so far, there is an extra level of comfort between JM and Bam. The dog walked past other members to get to Jimin and Jimin offered to take him out then too with more head kisses.

There is nothing about these interactions that prove anything other than Jimin is good with animals (we've known though). This doesn't and can't disprove jikook or that they live together. And it can't prove they do either. But the response they had on the bus shows a great ease of comfort and familiarity as well, and for a Doberman, even a puppy, that's important. Not to mention everyone saying why is he just JKs dog then? Because he is? I'm married. We got a dog AFTER we got married. My husband picked him out, my husband does the primary care taking and training and playing for him. I love him with all my heart, but we ALL acknowledge in our house that he is my husband's dog.

2. I'm assuming we are referring to this moment:

For starters, long term relationships don't mean you wake and/or sleep exactly the same constantly. Last night I was asleep by 11pm. I could not tell you WHEN my husband came to bed. I just know I had tiktok notifications from him from around 2am. Lmao other days I'm up and out of the house with the kids or vice versa and the other one of us sleeps in. Normally we then later talk about it and ask how the other slept, when they went to bed. What time we woke up, etc? How are you supposed to always know things if you don't talk about it?

Looked like Jimin got up first and went about his day while JK was still sleeping. And then the next day after their busy schedules and everyone else went to bed, they caught each other up on the little things like that. If you don't see the domestic vibes from that whole conversation, I can't help you. And if you can't pick up on the sus vibes when JK said he didn't sleep last night and Jimins pause before smirking, giggling and nodding... well that's on you and not my problem. Lol

3. Not something you mentioned but I'm mentioning too. Lmfao let's not forget about how everyone else went to bed by 5 am. Jikook were still going hard at 6 am. We actually got very little footage of their night together. 6am karaoke. JK makes his want some Ramen sex joke. They giggle their butts off. Leave the main house and comment on the fog. But by the time we see them going to bed (jimin going in his room with the camera turned off and JK already in bed) the fog is gone and we learn that Jimin said he was up till 8am. So we have 2 hours of missing time they spent together.

4. The domestic boyfriend vibes that just leap off of them together is insane. Jimin slept in till noon. Hobi drags him out of bed for lunch. He joins the rest of the group and sits down. JK goes from sitting straight at the table while he eats, to turning his whole body towards Jimin as soon as Jimin joins them at the table. And Jimin naturally leans in to JK as well. Jungkooks leg is practically behind Jimins chair he turned so fully towards him. I'm just saying.

And the best part is that this isn't even all the moments we were given of KM being together in this first episode. People need to relax and just enjoy. They are being so loud lately its insane. Insecurity makes no sense. Especially because this was filmed a while ago and JMs birthday vlive was just a few days ago (which would have been AFTER ITS filming) and they were so boyfriend it was hard to watch at times during that live. Lol

Relax, enjoy. Focus on happy vibing and just enjoying the members ALL being happy together. That's what this is about. People don't need to try and use every tiny thing to either try and prove or disprove KM. In fact with KM, it's mostly just a lot of moments that all just add up to what's obvious and clear to so many and others are just wilfully blind to.

Anyways, curate your Twitter timeline to happy vibes only and just enjoy ITS as it comes and let the healing and happy vibes soak in. I already love this season 🥰

#jikook #kookmin #jikook in the soop 2 #jikook and bam #jikook living together #jikook in the soop 2 episode 1

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immortalbumblebee · 3 years ago

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Chapter Four: Fused Together

God I hate the post formatting on this hellsite. But I’ve invested in it now!

Content Warning for police violence

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Your mother had been thrilled to hear about your adventure with the boys. Less so thrilled about the giant gash in your arm-and the story about how you had gotten it-but when Benzo had walked you home after several hours spent hanging out at his place, your mother (in a somewhat happy-drunken state) had been absolutely pleased as punch.

“M' lil' girl, finally makin' friends! Now, ye can finally spend less time crawlin' 'round those rust pits! So much safer, yeah!” She cried happily, scooping you up in her arms with little regard for the awkwardly standing Benzo in your doorway.

"I guess I'll just..." Benzo uncomfortably snuck past your mother, grabbing the guns by the windowsill, and then running out the door with a quick wave goodbye in your direction.

Slipping out of your mother’s arms, you walked towards your makeshift workplace. “Although come to think of it, if Benzo’s be makin' ye do all this dangerous stuff…maybe I should be worried, yeah?” Your mother continued, shutting the door and following you.

“That’s just it, Ma’am, is the way that people travel here. It’s either that or gettin' lost all the time…Plus, it’s faster and much less risky than the bathysphere.” You explained. “Besides, weren’t you the one to be hoppin' ships and gettin' into gunfights when y' were my age?”

Your mother sighed, deciding that she was not in the right mindset to debate with you, and flopped down onto the mattress. Her head rested at the foot of your shared bed so she could gaze over at you, watching you rifle around your boxes of gadgets and supplies.

“Yer always so damn cute when yer…doin' all that.” She gushed with slurred words, motioning vaguely in your direction. “My cute lil' babygirl, so creative!! No idea where ye go' that from, I be tellin' ye that. Oh! Ye should stop by the shop tomorrow before the dinner rush, Love. I’ll pack some extra stew and ye can take it to 'em. Maybe even make some bread too, if I be havin' the time. Tell ‘em it’s m' thanks for lookin' after ye.”

“Not sure yer gonna be havin' the time, Ma'am. Not if you end up with a hangover tomorrow.” You giggled. “But thank y', I think they’d like that. Their father’s sick, apparently. Seems kinda bad…y' think y' can make up one that’ll help him? Y'know, like how y' make it when I get sick?”

“What kinda sick?”

“I don’t know, didn’t ask. But he coughs and has to walk with a cane…said he got it when he worked down in the mines.”

Your mother remained silent for a moment, but you didn’t really notice as you finally came across the phonograph parts you had been searching for. You didn’t quite have the right sound horn for the rest of your parts, everything you’d found was beaten beyond fixing, but if worst comes to worst, you could just make one yourself. All you’d need is the right amount of brass. You did have that old sewing machine you found the other day, could replace the parts with something else like the leftover steel you still had from those scopes…

“Min?” Your mother’s voice cut your thoughts short and you tore your eyes away to look at her, face full of worry as she gazed up at you. You didn’t understand why.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“I want ye to promise me somethin', k?”

“Alright…”

“No matter how bad things may get for ye down here, I wan' ye to promise me fair that ye won’t work in those damn chem-mines. '?”

“But their father said it was one of the most reliable jobs in the Underground.” You frowned. “I know it ain't safe, but isn’t it good to have a reliable job? Vander, Benzo’s brother, works down in the mines, y'know, an' he just got a promotion!”

Your mother deeply exhaled and extended her hand to you. It was small and dainty, but her deep callouses rubbed against your own as you took her hand in yours. A long, thin scar ran across the back of her palm, a scar you still had yet to find out its origin. “Just promise me. Yer health'll always be more important than a job, an' I want ye to remember that now. I don’ wan' ye leavin' The Bay just to work away at a place that’ll eat yer lungs from the inside out. Besides, with all those brains of yers, I’m sure one day ye’ll be able to get a job across the bridge or somethin'!”

“Maybe I could do somethin' with metalworkin'. Y’know, with my powers 'n all...”

The look on your mother's face told that, had it not been for her intoxication, you would've been receiving a lecture, one that you'd received time and time again. Something about people not trusting mages, how they’d only be interested in exploiting your powers for their personal gain. Or even worse, there was the possibility of you being exiled, and you'd have to move all over again, possibly separated from your mother. But she didn’t go into that lecture, just looked you dead and the eyes and repeated herself; “promise me.”

“I promise.” You nodded, and your mother’s stern look turned to a relieved smile. She let go of your hand, turning back into a more comfortable position. Her long limbs stretched out, reaching, and she hummed contently as her joints popped. You weren’t blind, you could see the effects her new job had on her body. The aches she came home with, the way the tiredness would make the light wrinkles on her face seem more pronounced, the hacking coughs in the night, how the soles of her shoes would get worn out faster. The way her eyes would get glassy when she talked about back home in Bilgewater.

She missed the open sea just as much as you did.

“Good, good…” She muttered. “Now, for the soup…I think we have some honey in the kitchen. I’ll mix some'a those with elderberries and warm ale, soak 'em into some onions. Then cook 'em with some goose fat, crushed snail, and frog guts. Cumin and garlic should help too, especially with the taste…but we don’t have a lot left though, and it ain't not very fresh. He’ll have to eat it hot, yeah?”

“That will help Mikael?” You inquired.

“Probably not much, Lass. 'nfortunately, soup can only take ye so far.” She shrugged. “But it should help with some'a those aches and pains, and that’s the best we can do, aye?”

“Aye.” You nodded. “And hey, maybe if it works y' could sell it to other chem-workers with the same sickness!”

Your mother laughed. “I think Benzo’s business-likeness is starting to rub off on ye, Poppet.”

You knocked on the black wooden door at the early hours of dusk. Admittedly, the trip had taken you longer than you'd expected. The distance from Jericho's to the level you had been to the previous day was more substantial than initially planned, especially whilst carrying two large bags (all with a healing arm injury). Thankfully, you'd been able to stick to the back alleyways and paths that Benzo had shown you, probably the only reason you didn’t get mugged…

When the door opens just a crack, you see a familiar pair of dust-grey eyes peering down at you, making you give a polite smile and wave in return. When the eyes spark with recognition, the door opens the rest of the way, revealing Mikael’s fragile older form on the other side. His expression is one of surprise, but is also welcoming.

“Hello again, Min. How's your arm?” He greets.

"It's doin' much better, thank y'."

"Good, good. I’m very sorry, but Benzo’s actually not here at the moment. He should be back in a minute, but if you’d like me to tell him you stopped by-”

“Actually, sir,” You don’t really realize you’re interrupting him, he speaks so slowly that the pauses between statements are too large for you to fully process, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I’m not here for Benzo. Well I mean, I have some stuff I wanted just hand over to him to sell, I’m actually quite proud of this work, really! There’s this cool light fixture thin' that I finally figured out-!” You pause when you realize you’ve gotten off-topic, and clear your throat.

“Right, sorry, anyways. My Mom wanted to thank y' for helpin' me the other day, and sent me over with some fish bowls, soup, and fresh bread! She works at the fishery stand in the midway level markets, Jericho’s, y'know. I hope I’m not interruptin'.”

“Not at all, Love. I was just reading.” Mikael slowly hobbles off to the side, motioning you to come in from the street, and you follow him as he closes the heavy door behind you. “Your mother didn’t have to send us anything, I hope it wasn’t too much of a bother.”

“Benzo told me that y' can’t expect anythin' for free in the Underground, sir!” You explained, gently setting down the bag that contained your work and moving to the kitchen table with the bag of food. “I may not understand all these weird rules of this city yet, but I want to!”

“Benzo’s always been too serious for his own good. All the boys are always going on and on about the politics and the darkness of the Fissures. But I’m afraid in this regard, he has a point.” Mikael clicks his tongue, slowly following you into his kitchen. When you begin to unload the bowls upon bowls that had been stacked in your bag, the sunken skin around his eyes pulls back in awe. “Goodness, did your Mother think she was feeding a small army?”

“They got an extra load of angler fish today, a mistake on the supplier’s end. Had to be used up quickly since it’s not one of their best sellers, but promise that Ma'am cooks it well with pepper and mustard seed if you ask me.”

“But this was an awful lot of food for one small girl to carry. This is…far too kind.” One of his fragile hands gently opens the wrapped loaves of fresh bread, still steaming. “I can’t remember the last time I had freshly baked bread in this house…”

You couldn’t help but smirk, eyeing the metal containers. “They’re not as heavy as they look.” You find the specially marked one and hand it to Mikael who takes it with a raised eyebrow. “I told my Ma y' were sick, and she made one special for y'. It should help with yer cough and some of yer joint pain, but y' need to eat it while it’s hot, y'hear?”

The man looks down at the container with wide eyes, then back up to your face with an expression that you can’t quite place. You’re not expecting him to put the bowl down and place his hand on your head, a touch ever so gentle especially when paired with his eyes which are so intense. Like grey storm clouds. You tense slightly, but don’t pull away.

“This was very kind of you and your mother, Love. Thank you.”

“Of course!” You smile. “I hope Vander and Silco like at least some of them too. I know what Benzo’s favourites are by now, but I'm not so sure 'bout the other two…”

“Vander will eat just about anything, and he’ll scarf it down in a blink of an eye.” Mikael laughed, and he dropped his hand from your head, walking over to the cabinets to fetch some spoons. The laugh was cut short by a full-body cough. “Silco’s a little pickier, but he loves anything spicy.”

“This one should be good then!” You nodded, motioning to a bowl of spiced mussels and bluefish doused in vegetable broth with rice noodles. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow the older man as he slowly made his way out of the kitchen and back into the seating room, towards the old kickback. You didn’t miss the way he wheezed slightly when he breathed, something you hadn’t noticed yesterday. As he sat down, he groaned loudly, and you felt awkward for just standing there, unmoving, unhelpful. Should you be helping him, or is it rude to ask?

“Now, what was that you were telling me on the doorstep?” He asked as he took the covering off of his dish. “A light fixture?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded. “It has a special shader on it that can show star-maps 'round a room. I wanted to originally repurpose it so that it could be used for navigation, but Benzo said it would be better as a decoration piece, something the Northsiders would buy for fun. The star-maps are still accurate though, they move and turn with the seasons and everythin'! I had to fix the center of gravity to make it work, and the lightbulb was hard to find…”

“Fascinating.” He nodded, watching you carefully. You knew you often talked too much when it came to your interests, people like Benzo had told you enough times for you not to be aware of it. So you knew when people, especially adults, were just responding to you to get you to finish up and move on. But that wasn’t how it felt with Mikael. His warmness, the slow and methodical nodding, you realized that the way he looked at you made you feel like there was nobody in the world he’d rather be listening to, even while he was spooning soup into his mouth. “Could I possibly see? Or is it bad to show off the merchandise?”

“I don’ think it’s bad!” You exclaimed and ran to the bag by the door. Thankfully, the light was near the top so you didn’t have much trouble finding it. A small unassuming dome, the top being a metal casing with little pinpricks inserted (seemingly randomly). You’d decided to give the dome a fresh layer of navy paint, matching with the night sky aesthetic. Walking to the sitting room, you placed it on the middle of the floor and located the switch. “Now, here’s the thin'. It technically needs to be dark to work, but just…y’ll see here.”

You toggle the switch and, after a moment of whirring as the dome resets itself, the light sparks up. The dome on top begins to spin and light filters through the small holes, casting the shine of little lights all around the room. Although the house is fairly bright with the few windows sprinkled around the space, it’s dark enough to make the lights visible as they spin and shine across every wall, ceiling, and surface within distance. Mikael’s eyes widen in wonder yet again, gazing up at all the stars, and a smile breaks out on his face. A buzzing warmth spreads through your chest in light of his reaction.

“You made this?”

“Well, technically I just fixed it up a bit.”

“How much would you like for it?”

This surprises you, your back straightening from your place on the floor. “Y' wanna buy it?”

“I would, yes. You hardly see any stars down here, the sky’s too far away and too filled with smog. It would be wonderful to be reminded of what a true night sky looks like.” His words make the warmth in your chest burn hotter, and you know you’re blushing at this point.

“Y' could just keep it if you’d like. It don't seem right to make you pay for it…”

“Now, now, young lady.” The man interrupts you, pointing a bony finger at you with a bemused smirk. “What did we just talk about? What’s Benzo’s rule?”

You hesitate, still surprised. “‘Nothing in the Fissures is free, but everythin' can be haggled’.”

“Exactly.” Mikael digs into his pocket, bringing out a handful of coins. “I’ll give you five cogs for it.”

“Two.”

Mikael laughs. “You know, this isn't typically how haggling works. But very well, here you go. I’ll just consider it a gift from a lovely young lady.”

You shut off the light as you stand, handing it over to the man in return for the two small silver coins. As he takes the gadget in his hands, the front door suddenly opens and releases a slew of familiar voices.

“-not my fault, the guy had it coming!”

“He was twice your size, you dickhead!”

“Exactly; the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

Benzo’s the first through the door, looking exasperated while he shakes his head at the boys behind him. Vander walks with his arm wrapped around Silko's shoulders, the smaller of the two also looking just as exasperated, and you notice Vander's sporting a black eye that wasn't there yesterday.

“And what happened to you today?” Mikael asks, slowly making his way to his feet with a particular look aimed at his largest son.

“You should’ve seen it Dad! This big ol’bruiser-type was looking to start a fight with these kiddos and I stopped him!” As he grins, you notice that the chip in one of his front teeth is bigger than it was.

“And I see you blocked his fist with your face, as per usual.” Mikael spoke disapprovingly. It’s then that Benzo’s eyes flick to you.

“What’re you doing here?”

Grinning, you sprint over to the kitchen table to motion widely to the wide array of food containers. “I brought soup!”

“Fuck yeah, free food!” Vander exclaims, dropping his bag and making a rush to the table.

“That’s an awful lot of food for you to just bring over.” Silco says, eyeing you up and down. “How much are you charging for this?”

“It’s on the house. My Mom wanted to say thanks for patching me up yesterday.” You explain again, and Silco looks up to Benzo for some kind of confirmation. In return, Benzo just shrugs.

“Her Mom is a great cook, and hey, never turn down a free meal. Right?”

Mikael had been the one to suggest the four of you went and ate outside, something he said he used to do in the summer months when he was a boy. The boys’ shared room had a small window that led onto a collection of rooves that weren’t too high up, so you had all chosen to sit out there to eat your dinners with your legs hanging off the lip. A light breeze blew off the rooves and onto your back, cooling you against the late summer heat, and you could watch people walk up and down the streets underneath you.

You had to admit, it was nice.

“This guy wanted to pay 30 cogs for it! Can you believe that?” Benzo shook his head. “It was worth twice that with just the parts alone. He’s lucky I gave it to him for 80, utter thievery is what it is.”

“Well you know he’s from the Northside, right? One time he tried to tell me I was ripping him off for a standard delivery job.” Silco shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his soup into his mouth. Although he was begrudging about accepting the food at first, you didn’t miss the way he defensively slapped Vander’s hand away when the bigger boy had tried to steal a taste.

“Are the markets on the Northside less expensive or somethin'?” You ask, mouth full of bread.

“Nah, they’re more expensive. But every time someone crosses the bridge to set up shop, they think just cause we’re a little laxer with the prices everything’s way cheaper and tries to rip us off. Buy things for pennies, sell for a marked up price.” Benzo explains.

“Just another example of them thinking they’re so much better than us.” Vander barks, causing you to turn your head to look back at him. He had finished his dishes in record time, and then had proceeded to stand and move around; punching and kicking the air with an intense look in his eyes. “But someday, we’re going to change that.”

“Not this again…” Benzo grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Not what again?” You ask, eyes darting from boy to boy.

“Vander and Silco have these stupid ideas of how to get themselves killed with their illusions of grandeur, is what.”

“It’s not stupid! It just needs more planning.” Silco shoots back. “We're planning a rebellion, to unite the Underground under a common goal and rebuild the great nation of Zaun! An independent and autonomous state, free from the oppression of the Topsiders of Piltover.”

“And a chance to kick some Enforcer butt!” Vander chimes in, delivering a particularly strong punch to the brick wall. You flinch at this, wondering how much that hurt his knuckles, but he doesn’t even flinch. You didn’t realize it yesterday, but you notice that Vander’s hands are completely covered in scars, varying in size, colour, and shape.

“Yes, and that.” Silco laughs. “Definitely that.”

“‘Zaun’..?” Your eyebrows knit together.

“But it’s a half-baked idea.” Benzo cuts in again. “You know I wanna knock some helmets just as much as you, but an undertaking like that is going to need time, resources, allies, and-” “And patience.” Vander interrupted, mockingly copying Benzo’s dialect. “We know, you’ve told us all this already.”

“Well, it bears repeating.” Benzo nods stiffly, one of his hands wrap around a nearby pebble and, as you all watch, he chucks it down. All your eyes follow the object as it falls, flying through the air and down into the catwalks below until eventually…it hits a fruits merchant. “Ha! Ten points!”

“You weren’t even aiming for him!” Silco argues, eagerly looking for a pebble of his own. “That’s like, five points at best.”

“Oh yeah? If you’re so great, you give it a shot then, mighty ruler of Zaun!” Benzo shoots back. Silco was fast to accept the challenge, finding the nearest pebble, winding back and (after a moment of trying to find a target) letting the stone fly. It soars, much smoother than the last until it eventually hits an older-looking teenager in the back of the neck. The young man, maybe in his twenties, whirls around, but since he’s a solid level below you, he thankfully doesn’t see his attacker.

“Ha, nice! My turn!” Vander laughs as he grabs his own pebble. Before you can even fully turn your head around, he’s chucked it good and hard into the levels below. But unfortunately, it just flies down into the wide opening and, as far as you can tell, doesn’t hit anything at all. The rest of you erupt into laughter.

“That was the worst throw I’ve ever seen!” Silco shouts, laughing so hard he practically tumbles over to his side.

“Oi, shut it.” Vander gave a harsh slap to Silco’s head, which Silco tried to return right back, only to miss.

Suddenly, Benzo’s grabbing your shoulder. “You should do the thing! See how far it’ll get!”

“The thin'?”

“You know,” he waves his hands in the air making a spooky ‘oooo’ noise, “the thing.”

You look over at Silco and Vander, suddenly feeling somewhat self-conscious. “I’m really not supposed to show it off, y'know.”

“Show what off?” Vander asks, holding Silco’s wrists up above his head as the smaller boy tries to wiggle free.

“Min has superpowers!” “Benzo!”

“You what?” This was enough to grab Silco’s attention.

“They’re not…” you sigh, loudly, “I need somethin' metal.”

“Here!” Benzo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a nut, handing it to you. As you take it into your palm, you turn it over a couple of times. It’s small, not really heavy. You feel the way that the steel feels against your skin.

“I’ve never really thrown anythin' with it before, but…here goes.” With your other hand you motion to lift it up, and then (to your mistake, not looking where you were aiming) wave your hand away from you. Following your actions, the piece of metal goes flying…right into the helmet of a nearby Enforcer just on the street below you. A curse falls under your breath.

“Shit!” Benzo cries, which winds up catching the officer’s attention as he whirls around. His eyes from underneath his helmet, framed by the gas mask that covers the majority of his face, immediately land on the group of you and you feel your stomach plummet.

“Hey, you brats! Was that you?” His voice is gruff, angry.

“Run?” Silco’s voice comes out as a squeak.

Vander nods and, much to your surprise, grabs your wrist in a tight grip, practically ripping you from your seat. “Run.”

Although you knew you were running, you were fairly certain you had left your conscious mind behind you as you were essentially dragged by the wrist up and over rooftops. Your feet were definitely hitting the metal and stone roofs-you were sure of that much-but through the shock, you had no idea where you were going or whose footsteps were whose. You could sense Silco and Benzo behind you, dashing as fast as they could, but your eyes just stayed on Vander’s back. Everything was just sort of a blur.

Then the trail of roofs stops.

“You okay to jump?” Vander asked as he slid to a stop. You peered over the edge, it was well over a five-story drop, more than anything you had ever practiced with Benzo. As Silco came up behind you and gracefully jumped without hesitation, hitting the ground in a perfect roll, you felt the panic of the situation hit you.

“Just leave her! We don’t have time!” Silco called back up.

“She gave us food, Silco!”

“You and your stomach are going to get us arrested, Vander!”

“I-I don’t know.” You panted. You hadn’t even realized you were breathing so hard. Now that you had noticed though, the thickness of the air made you feel like you were choking.

“Then plan B it is!” Before you could even protest or ask, Vander was scooping you up by the wrist and dangling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You were fairly certain you heard Silco laugh at you from down on the street. The amount of grace that Vander actually had was impressive, seeing as he was already close to being six feet tall and quite stocky. With one easy leap and a swing from a nearby lamppost, he landed safely on the ground with you in tow and Benzo right on your tails. Very gently, Vander set you down on your feet.

“Quick, I know a way!” Silco exclaimed, and took off with Benzo and Vander in tow. You follow suit, although it very soon becomes clear that you’re certainly not as experienced at this as the boys, and you’re struggling to keep pace. You can see Benzo making frequent looks over his shoulder to look at you, but you still are quite aways further back than them no matter how hard you try. Straight, left, up the stairs, turn left at the tavern, go straight until the blue building-

And then, just as you’re about to turn a sharp corner, you feel a strong pull at your hair and pull, strong enough to knock you back off your feet and you find yourself tumbling onto the stone. Pain spikes through your shin, causing you to wince.

“Gotcha!” The officer is standing over you, eyes burning with anger, and you try to crawl away as quickly as you can, but he’s faster. He delivers a swift kick to your naval, knocking the wind right out of you and causing your limbs to sprawl out around you. His boots were steel-toed, and as he reeled back to deliver another kick, you tried to reach out to stop him. But you were too slow, and you heard a soft ‘crunch’ when his foot made contact with your nose. With the force, pain shot through the front of your face and as you tried to breathe, you found yourself choking on what must have been your blood.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “All you Sumprats are the same, no-good trouble makers, the lot of you! When are you all going to get it through your thick, Trencher Trash skulls? Don’t fuck with us! You think you’re better than us? Huh? Well, you’re not! You’re just lowly, dirty, rats. All of you!” Your choked whimpers went unheard by the officer as he lifted you, again by the hair, to put his face directly up to yours. You were pretty sure you were crying, but you couldn’t tell the difference between tears or the wetness from laying in the water-logged streets.

“I’m sorry!” You choked out again, but you were only met with another glob of wetness as the officer spat on you. Against your face, the saliva felt like it burned into your skin.

“Hey Mate!” A familiar voice suddenly cut through your panted cries, and the officer turned his head to see three enraged boys standing at the entrance to the nearest alley. As you looked over as well, you found Benzo at the front, cracking his knuckles. “Didn’t your Mum ever tell you not to hit a woman?”

In the blink of an eye, Vander was surging forward, and a single strong punch to the Officer’s jaw had the Enforcer flying to the ground. But that didn’t stop him, Vander practically jumping on him, continuing to beat into him with his scarred knuckles. You didn’t have much time to watch, however, as Benzo and Silco ran over to you; the former lifting your arm up and over your shoulder as he helped you to your feet. “Up you go, Sewer Fish, easy does it. Didn’t I tell you that you had to work on your sprinting?”

Silco’s hand, thin and boney unlike his brothers’, gently cupped your face as he began to look over your injuries. You hadn’t noticed before, but his eyes were really quite pretty. Small, but a shining bottle green with little flecks of blue and gold. The colour reminded you of the open waters back home…

But then he poked your nose, and the memories of rippling water were replaced with a searing pain that shocked through to your brain. “Mother Serpent drown me! OW!”

“Well, bad news, your nose is definitely broken.” Silco tilted his head. Then his hands made their way to your ribcage, applying pressure to all sides of them in a way that-had you not just been beaten-would have made you very uncomfortable. “But good news, doesn’t look like your ribs took any of that. Your ankle definitely looks twisted, though.”

“That’s good! Ribs are much harder to heal than your nose, trust me!” Benzo reassured, giving your hand a light squeeze. “And a twisted ankle is nothing, just…no parkour for a while, yeah?”

Silco turned to look at Vander, still punching the officer, and called out to him. “Hey, muscle-head, I’m pretty sure he’s unconscious now.”

Vander paused, looking down at the man. His face was now fully visible, the helmet had fallen off in the initial punch, and with his skin fully revealed Vander could see the newly forming bruises and welts where his fists had just hit him. The man's eyes were closed and he was completely still, but he was breathing. As the large boy stood, he gave one last little kick to the man’s side, just to be sure. When there was no response, however, the boy hummed. “Oh, whoops.”

“Come on, we need to get you back to our place. Don’t need to be hanging around for when someone finds this prick.” Benzo spoke quietly to you, which you appreciated as the ringing in your ears was quite enough noise for your liking. “Mikael will patch you up, good as new!”

“Second day in a row.” Silco chuckled, and moved to take your other arm to help Benzo semi-carry you. “At this rate, you’re gonna use up all our first aid supplies.”

“I’m sorry…” You whimpered, and as you did, a glob of blood was spat out of your mouth, causing you to cringe.

“Don’t worry about it, Love.” Vander smiled at you, placing a hand on your head similar to what his father had done earlier that day. “We kinda baited you into it. What matters is that you’re alright. Although, I will say that we're gonna have to teach you how to fight some."

"Also, maybe consider cutting your hair?" Silco eyes your locks. "You need to be practical down here, you know."

This made you smile, or as much of a smile as you could muster, and that warmth in your chest ignited again. “Thank y', for everything,” you whispered, “really.”

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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♥︎ The Struggles of Getting A Valentine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

Summary: The three times Peter tries to ask you to be his Valentine and the one time he successfully does.

Warnings: none. Just a lot of fluff. Peter being a simp, Bucky being the cutest bby ever, and Tony being a dad. This is long. Happy reading💞

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Attempt #1

Peter watched as you vigorously took down notes. From time to time your eyes would shift back up to the projected screen on the board. Your hair would graciously fall past your ear and to the front of your face, causing you to continuously tuck it behind your ear whenever it bothered you. He let out a dreamy sigh at the thought of running his fingers through your hair and tucking the loose strands behind your ear for you.

He wasn’t paying attention in class; he should have cared more about World War II, but you had his undivided attention without even trying. Besides, he could ask Steve for help if he ever needed it, he’s literally lived through part of World War II. Peter felt foolish as he stared at you, a lovestruck expression was on his face while he admired you from afar. You were just a few seats away from him. You were in the next row, two seats ahead of him. He was so hopelessly in love with you, his feelings for you were more than just a crush. He admired every little thing about you. From your kindness to how talented you were as an Avenger; you were the girl of his dreams.

Ms. Atwell’s voice faded in the background while his mind clouded with thoughts of you. Beside him was Ned, who was also taking notes while trying to get Peter to focus once again. When Ms. Atwell turned her back to the class, Ned roughly shoved Peter’s shoulder. The hearts in Peter’s eyes popped and the chorus of How Deep Is Your Love by The Bee Gees stopped playing in his head. He whipped around to look at Ned, annoyed that his friend took him out of his daydream.

“What?” Peter asks him through gritted teeth.

“Ms. Atwell already yelled at you twice yesterday for not paying attention in class, do you really want her to call you out again?” Ned whispered back harshly. Peter was one of the smartest dudes Ned has ever known, but sometimes he could be as dumb as a rock and as stubborn as a mule.

Peter shrugged him off, “She won’t notice.” He looked to the front to make sure Ms. Atwell’s back was still turned to the class, “I think I’m gonna ask (y/n) to be my valentine.”

Getting lured in with curiosity, Ned asks, “Don’t you guys see each other everyday? And do patrol together? How have you not asked her yet?”

“I don’t know—I couldn’t find the right time to.” Peter answered, turning his head back to the front when he sensed Ms. Atwell turn back to the class. She briefly mentions something about the Howlling Commandos and turns back around.

“When are you asking her?” He hears Ned whisper behind him. He leans back, face still towards the board, “Right now.”

Ned nods then takes a double take at the back of Peter’s head, “Now?!”

Peter rips the corner of the page his notebook was open to and began to sloppily scribble the words:

(Y/n), will you be my valentine?

Yes ⃞ No ⃞

— Peter :)

As childish as his note was, he believed that you would find the gesture cute. Little did he know that Ms. Atwell would too. While he excitedly folded the piece of paper, he had not realized that Ms. Atwell had stopped talking and was looking at him with that stern stare of hers. Cluelessly, Peter quietly giggles to himself and tapped MJ, who was in front of him. When she didn’t turn around, he looks up from the note to see Ms.Atwell hovering above his desk, arms crossed with an unamused look on her face.

Startled, Peter jumps in his seat, eyes wide and cheeks growing warm. He looks around the class to see everyone staring at him, including you. Although, you had that same unamused look on your face as Ms. Atwell. Like Ned, you also scolded Peter whenever he didn’t pay attention in class.

“Dumbass.” You mouthed at him shaking your head. A sheepish grin forms on his face as his eyes shift back to Ms. Atwell. Her red painted lips were in a thin line and her hand was held out at him.

“Give me the note, Mr. Parker”

Peter’s eyes widened even more, making him fear that they might pop out of their sockets, “NO—no, no, no. I—I can’t.”

“And why not?” She asks him in her posh accent.

“Uh—because..” Peter struggled to come up with an excuse. His eyes shifted between you and Ned, desperately asking for help. Ned shrugs in response.

“Just give it.” You mouth to him. He shakes his head at you furiously and was about to respond to Ms. Atwell, but the note was removed from his hands. Peter squeaks as he tries to take it back from his teacher but shoves himself back into his seat when Ms. Atwell glares at him. She opens the note, eyes skimming at the words written on the piece of paper. A small smirk grows on the older woman’s lips.

“P—please don’t read it out loud.” Peter pleadingly whispered to her. He leaned forward, “I’ll go to detention, I’ll even grade your papers for you—just please don’t read it out loud.”

You raise a brow at the brown haired boy, wondering what could have been written on that piece of paper that made him beg Ms. Atwell for detention to not read it. You shift your questioning gaze at Ned, who waves off your nonverbal question.

Ms. Atwell sighs, crumpling up the piece of paper, “Detention after school.”

“Yes.” He whispered to himself in victory, hands clasping together. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Atwell.”

“I’m only letting this slide once. The next time I see you writing notes in my class, I’m reading it to everyone and calling home.” She warned pointing a finger at him. Peter nods eagerly, “Got it, Ms. Atwell.”

She returns back to her lesson while Peter shoved his face into his hands in embarrassment. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead and his heart was pounding out of nervousness. He musters up the courage to look at you again.

Much to his surprise, you were already looking at him over your shoulder. He flashes you a shy smile to which you reciprocate with one of your own. You turn back around, resuming to take notes from the board. The smile on his face only grew wider as he stared down at his scribbled notebook, the image of you smiling at him stuck in his head.

Attempt #2

The next time Peter tried to ask you to be his valentine happened a few days after his first failed attempt. He was spending the weekend at the tower after Tony and Steve suggested that he should begin training with them more. Of course, he took their advice; this was an opportunity for him to improve on his skills and learn new things. But most importantly, he would get to see you everyday.

Peter was sat on the floor of the Avengers’ shared living room setting up Netflix on the giant flat screen attached to the gray wall. He had finished training an hour ago and was now going to have a movie night with you. You had also finished training the same time he did and suggested that the two of you should watch some new movie that came out on Netflix. He thought it was an amazing idea to have a movie night, obviously it was an amazing idea, you came up with it. He agreed willingly and insisted on grabbing food for you both. He swung from building to building until he ended up back in Queens at the entrance of Delmar’s. The two of you would go to the bodega everyday after school and pick up your usuals. Then Peter would swing you to the rooftop of some building and the two of you would eat before doing some patrol work around the city.

He pulled out your usual sandwiches from the plastic bag and placed them on the coffee table. To pair with the sandwiches, he also bought chips and two bottles of soda. He set up the coffee table and made it look neat. He wasn’t usually a perfectionist, but he felt the need to impress you. Did table or food presentation matter to you? Would you think he was sloppy if he carelessly placed the food on the table? Or maybe you’d think he was a neat freak from how neat and trim the food was laid out?

While you gathered extra pillows and blankets from your room, Peter continued to fidget with the food on the table. He moved the bottles of soda around too many times and even tilted the chips to make it look aesthetically pleasing. When he was content with how everything was organized, he glanced at the plastic bag. Along with the food, he had also bought a box of chocolates. The red heart shaped box caught his eyes and he felt his fingers inching closer to it. It was almost Valentine’s Day and he still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine. He felt a rush of adrenaline in his body when he took the box from the shelf and purchased it. Peter made the spontaneous decision that he was going to ask you to be his valentine during your movie night. He would place the box on top of your food and when you come out of your room, you would see the box and then he’ll finally get the chance to shoot his shot.

Peter gripped the red heart box and gingerly placed it on top of your chips. He eyed it nervously before shifting his attention back to the tv. He was searching for the movie you suggested on watching when Bucky walked into the living room. The two greeted each other quietly until Bucky caught sight of the box of chocolates.

“Are those chocolates? I haven’t seen them in these heart shaped boxes in forever.” Bucky reminisced, picking up the box and inspecting it. His eyes were filled with curiosity, “Woah, they make them look all flashy now. Back in the day, ours didn’t have bows or glitter on ‘em. It was just some picture.”

Peter found himself smiling at Bucky’s sudden interest in the box. “Did they come in different flavors back then, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky whips his head up to look at Peter, “No! They only had milk chocolate. They come in different flavors now? No way.” Bucky exclaimed, turning the box around to see all the flavors listed on the back. After seeing Bucky’s reaction to the chocolates, he wanted to just give them to Mr. Barnes. But if he gave them to Mr. Barnes, then he would have nothing to give you when he asks you to be his valentine. He didn’t necessarily need to give you anything to ask the question, but it would have made the gesture more sweet and somewhat romantic. Though, that smile on Bucky’s face was a rare sight.

Peter’s shoulders slumped against the couch he was leaning on. He mustered up a smile and told Bucky, “You can have it if you want.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, this is yours. I could ask Steve or Sam to buy me one at the stores.” Bucky waved him off, trying to hand the box back to Peter. Peter shook his head, making the brown curls on his head wiggle, “No, take it Mr. Barnes. (Y/n) and I already have plenty of junk food here. You know, with training and all, wouldn’t want all that work to go to waste just to eat a bunch of junk food.”

“Are you sure, kid?” Bucky asked still holding out the box at Peter.

Peter sent him a soft grin and motioned for him to take it, “Yeah go ahead, you’ll enjoy it more than us.”

Bucky’s grin widens and he holds the box of chocolates up to his chest, “Thanks Peter! You’re not as bad as Sam says you are.” With that, he turns around and walks back down the hall.

“Thanks?” Peter said, a brow raised at Bucky’s retreating body. You come around the corner with an arms full of blankets and pillows. Peter chuckles and gets up to help you.

“(Y/n), you didn’t have to get so many pillows.” He teased, taking a blanket and two pillows from you. You huffed and placed the items on the floor.

“I just want to make sure we’re comfortable, Pete. Comfort is important during movie nights.” You defended yourself.

As you set up the blankets and pillows you glance at Peter, “Bucky told me you gave him chocolate. That was sweet of you.” A tint of red forms on his fair cheeks.

“It was nothing. Apparently they didn’t have different kinds of chocolate back in the day. When I told him, his whole face lit up, it was probably the happiest I’ve ever seen Mr. Barnes.” He explained, sitting beside you on the floor.

You smile fondly at the boy next to you, he truly was the biggest sweetheart. “It’s not nothing. That probably made his day, Pete. We barely see Bucky smile.”

Peter hummed in response, too busy being mesmerized by the light in your eyes. He averts his gaze before you can catch him staring at your face.

Peter’s eyes land at the food on the table. His bottom lip pursed into a pout when he spotted a dent on the bag of chips created by the box of chocolates. The small dent taunted him and was only a reminder of how he should have been already popping the question. He mentally cursed at himself, he couldn’t help but become a perfectionist when it came to you. He couldn’t just ask you the question—you deserved a bouquet of flowers, boxes of chocolate, teddy bears—heck he’d give you the world without you even asking for it.

“Hey! I got you your favorite.” He sees you instantly perk up. That beautiful smile of yours takes over your features and the butterflies in his stomach came to life. He found himself reciprocating your smile.

“Thank you, Peter! You’re the best!” You squeal, pressing a light kiss on his cheek and throwing your arms around him. He was taken aback by the sudden form of affection. Shock was written on his face while his body was frozen. Meanwhile, you were already digging into your sandwich while he was still in his flustered state, processing what just happened.

Attempt #3

This had to be the perfect time to ask you, Peter thought to himself. The two of you were sat on the ledge of some random roof Peter swung you both onto. You were sat beside him, feet swinging back and forth while you looked down on the bright city. Your hands gripped onto the edge of the roof, your fingers brushing against Peter’s once in a while, making the both of you blush.

Wind gently breezed past you, causing strands of your hair to brush over your shoulder. He should have been patrolling the city, looking for anything out of the ordinary, but his eyes were glued to the side of your face. The lights from the city reflected on your features; giving your skin a warm glow and your eyes a sparkle. He thought you looked absolutely stunning.

“It’s not nice to stare.” You suddenly tease him. He’s been caught. His mouth was agape and he quickly turned his head away from you sputtering. You smirked to yourself knowing that his cheeks were turning bright red.

“Oh—um, I wasn’t—yeah, no, I’m sorry.” He muttered. His hand awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as he glanced at you. He was thankful that it was the night time, this would’ve been more embarrassing if you saw how red his cheeks were.

A playful smile was on your lips, “I’m playing, Peter. Is there something on my face?”

Besides beauty? No, there’s nothing on your face, was what he wanted to tell you.

“No! Your face is—fine.” He answered smiling nervously.

Wait, why would you say her face is just FINE? He thought to himself. He then continued to stutter out words, “I—I mean, your face is really pretty.”

You stared at him, amused at his flustered state. You always found his bashfulness adorable. He easily blushed at any compliment or kind of physical contact. You could nudge shoulders with him and his cheeks would instantly go red as a tomato. Even though he easily blushed, he was the sweetest person you knew. He cared about others around him, he had the kindest soul, and he knew how to treat a girl right. He was also a thief, because he stole your heart the moment you first laid eyes on him.

You giggle at him and bite your lip, “Thanks Pete. Your face is pretty too.”

“Thanks.” He breaths out. His inner voice then spoke, this is your chance idiot just ask her the damn question. Peter agreed with himself, this was the perfect moment. The moon shined in the night sky, the twinkling lights of the city set the mood, and the two of you were finally alone—this was perfect.

“Hey, (y/n)?” You turn your attention to him to see him fiddling with his fingers.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

You laugh, “You just did, twice, but yeah, shoot.” Your joke seemed to loosen him up because it got him to chuckle.

He eyes your hand before grabbing it. He fumbles with your fingers until you decide to help him out and interlock them together. You see him smile at your fingers.

His thumb rubs the back of your hand, “Well, I’ve been trying to ask you this for a long time now. People just keep getting in the way of all my plans. Uh—I was wondering, only if you want to, if you want to be my—“

A shrill scream interrupts Peter. He clenches his jaw, hanging his head down in defeat. You squeeze his hand, catching his attention. The adorable pout was on his lips again and you were tempted to kiss it away.

You flash him an apologetic smile, “We should check on that.”

“Yeah, we should.” Peter grunted, taking his mask and shoving it on. With the hand that was still holding yours, he helps you up from the ledge.

You wrap your arms around his neck while one of his hands rest on the small of your back. He checks to see if his web shooters are on properly and pulls you closer to his chest, “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get ‘em.”

Success

It was only a night away until Valentine’s Day and Peter still hasn’t asked you to be his valentine. His heart felt heavy when you didn’t walk through the doors of your shared first period class. You must’ve been running late, he remember thinking to himself. He waited to see you at fourth period, but to his dismay, you were still not there. During lunch, he kept to himself and picked at his food while he worried about you. Asking you to be his Valentine was long forgotten, now he was wondering why you didn’t show up to school. Were you sick? What if you were in danger? Was there an invasion at the tower? Maybe you were on a mission? But that didn’t make sense, since you’d usually tell him you had a mission before hand. His entire day was spent thinking of reasons why you weren’t at school.

The second the bell rung, he rushed out of the school, leaving behind a concerned Ned. He sprinted to the train, then stopped by Delmar’s to get your usual order and another box of chocolates. He shoved the items into his book bag and swung his way to the tower. He greeted the receptionist and squeezed his way into an elevator. When he landed on the Avengers’ floor, he saw Sam, Tony, and Rhodey at the kitchen.

“Hey kid! How was school? Educational?” Tony greeted him, ruffling his hair as he passed by.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered, not bothering to actually answer Tony’s question. “Where’s (y/n)?” He asked them looking around the floor. Sam and Rhodey share a look at the boy’s eagerness.

“A mission came up. She’s out with Nat, Wanda, and Steve.” Sam answered, taking a sip out his mug.

Peter’s shoulders sag, “Do you know when they’re coming back?”

Rhodey glances at the time, “Not till tonight.” Peter curses to himself. Tony raised a brow at the boy, “Why are you so desperate to see (y/n)?”

“I’m not desperate!” Peter weakly defended himself. “I just—I had to ask her a question before tomorrow.”

Tony smirks at Peter, “It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow.” Peter sighs and tosses his bag onto the floor. He pulls out one of the stools at the counter and shoves himself to sit on it.

“Exactly.”

“So you finally grew the balls to ask (y/n) out? About time, I was getting tired of seeing the two of you make puppy eyes at each other from across the room.” Sam snickered. Rhodey nodded, agreeing with Sam.

“We don’t make puppy eyes at each other.” Peter grumbled crossing his arms. Tony leans on the counter across from Peter, “Did you get her anything?”

“I got her usual sandwich from Delmar’s and a box of chocolates. I was gonna ask her to hang out in the garden and we’d eat our sandwiches there, then I would’ve asked her to be my Valentine.” Peter explained to the three men.

“You got her a sandwich and a box of chocolates?” Rhodey asked him.

Peter shrugged, “It’s all I could afford! I don’t get any money from being Spider-Man.”

Tony felt bad for Peter. He saw how the two of you interacted; bright smiles and attached at the hip. You guys obviously liked each other, but were too chicken to admit it. This was the exact push you both needed to admit those feelings. Tony patted down his pockets until he felt his wallet.

“I don’t trust you with my card, so here’s a hundred.” Tony slides the bill across the counter to Peter. The boy’s brows knitted together, “For what?”

Tony motions to the elevator, “Go and get your girl some flowers or something, I don’t know. You’ve got time before she gets here.”

“What? Mr. Stark I can’t take your money.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “Kid, you’ve been making heart eyes at this girl since the moment you first saw her. Now take the damn money and make this a memorable Valentine’s Day for her.”

Peter takes the bill and shoves it into his pocket, he stumbles out the chair and slings his bag over his shoulder. “Thank you, Mr. Stark, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” He surprises Tony with a hug before running out of the kitchen.

Peter ended up at the nearest Walgreens. He went all out with the gifts, that he needed two baskets to hold his items at the store. When he got back to the tower he headed straight to your room. He wasted no time in decorating your room. He hung up stringed lights with little heart lanterns attached to them on all four of your walls. He got a few stuffed animals and a giant squishmallow. He laid those things out on your bed paired with some of your favorite candies. He also got that lip balm you’re always raving about, fuzzy socks, and a scented candle. The last thing he got, that he knew you would enjoy, was a Harry Potter Lego set. It was only a small set, but he knew you’d like it nonetheless. You’ve always told him that you wanted to build a Lego set with him and now he was going to make that happen.

He stood in the middle of your room admiring his work. Everything was set perfectly and he was proud of his decorating skills. A knock was heard on the door, making him rush to grab the bouquet of roses on your desk.

“Um, COME IN!” He yelled, fixing his hair and standing straight with the flowers to his chest. The door opens to only reveal Mr. Stark.

“Hey—wow.” Tony observered your room, surprised at how it looked. He turned to Peter and gesture to the roses, “Listen Pete, I appreciate the gesture but I’m a married man.” He raises his ring finger for show, snickering at his own joke.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter whined setting the roses on your bed.

“What? I just came in here to tell you that they’re landing in a few minutes. I got your sandwiches out the fridge and sparkling apple cider for you guys.” Tony hands the items to Peter and two champagne glasses.

“Oh, thanks Mr. Stark.” Tony waves him off, “Don’t tell the others, but you’re both my favorites in this building.” The smile on Peter’s face widens.

“I’ll get outta your hair. Good job on the room by the way, good luck!” Tony leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. Peter sets the sandwiches on your desk and takes the roses again. If Mr. Stark liked how your room was decorated then so will you, hopefully. He sits on your chair and waits for you to come through the door. He waits for a few more minutes until he distinctly hears your voice from behind the door.

He gets up again and fixes his hair and clothes. His heart skips a beat when the handle of your door twisted. The door opens painfully slow till it finally revealed you behind it. You stumble in shock once you enter your room.

“Hi.” He breathes out, hands tightening around the stems of the roses.

“Hey.” You greet him shutting the door behind you. Peter scanned your body, not to ogle at you in your suit, but to check if you had any injuries. You walk towards him and stop when you’re just inches away from him.

“How was the mission? Are you hurt?” He questions you. You fondly shake your head at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “It was good, we were just gathering intel, nothing too hectic.” You reassure him. Peter nods in response while your eyes dance around the room.

“What’s all this, Pete?” You ask him, a playful glint in your eyes. Peter swallows nervously and offers you the flowers. You quietly thank him, admiring the red and pink flowers.

“Well, remember that one night during patrol?”

“Yes, I do. You had a question for me.”

“Yeah—um I’m gonna ask you that question right now.” Peter explains, fiddling with his hands.

“Okay. But are the heart lights supposed to be a hint because I kinda have a feeling I already know what you want to ask me?” You take one of his hands and interlock it with yours. Peter eases up and chuckles bashfully, swinging your hands from side to side.

“I’ve been trying to ask you this for weeks now and every time people would get in the way of me asking you. I wanted it to be perfect and everything—because you’re perfect. And you deserve something romantic and extravagant for Valentine’s Day. I was gonna give you a sandwich and a box of chocolates; because it’s what I can get with my money. Then Mr. Rhodey called me out so Mr. Stark gave me money and—“ He was in the middle of explaining when you interjected.

“Peter, you’re rambling.” You giggle squeezing his hand.

“I know, I’m nervous, I’m sorry.” He apologized blushing. You shook your head and pulled him closer to you, “You don’t need to be nervous, just ask me the question, Pete.”

He looks down at you, gazing into your eyes, “(Y/n), will you be my Valentine?”

You beam up at him, “I would love to be your Valentine, Peter Parker.”

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Roses and Blood

pairing: private detective! Yuta Nakamoto x journalist! Y/N

word count: 4.4k words

genre: angst, a bit of smut, NOIR

summary : A high-profile cheating case just become a murder case. And the center of it all is the detective himself.

warnings : death, murder, blood, cigarettes, alcohol, sexual themes (masturbation) but not detailed, abuse, mentions of cheating, mentions of torture

This is my attempt to write a Noir AU, I’m not a fan of detective movies or this genre so this is the best that I can make up. This is heavily inspired by Secret’s Poison MV. 😁

taglist: @dimplehyunn @nominsgirl @jaesqueso @ahsshilee-me @readers-posts @justpeachygirl

written for Neo-City Noir Collab Call by @suh-insane

An extra cube of sugar in my cup of coffee. The only thing that changed in my everyday routine. The everyday bustling and hustling of the street outside didn’t change a bit. A typical day.

The calmness of the office was disturbed when the door opened. A strong scent of woman’s perfume hitting my nose. Roses. She smelled like roses.

The woman removed her coat, revealing a red button-down blouse hugging her figure. Blood. She reminds me of blood. A woman who might bring trouble.

Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office and she slumped on the chair before I could remove my eyes from her. “I need your help.” She started, crossing her legs. “Detective Nakamoto.”

I leaned in on the table to assess her. An unreadable expression. She might be used to this. She took an envelope from her white handbag, sliding it on the table in front of me. "This is the file for Senator Hall." I opened the envelope which revealed a detailed copy of the said senator's information. "There had been threats to his life and I wanted to ask your help in finding who the mystery sender is."

There are different sized papers inside the envelope, letters cut from magazines that contain messages of threats. “Are you and the senator…?” Her lips curled up even before I could finish my sentence.

She handed a card, slipping it on the table. “I’m Y/N, Senator Hall’s publicist.” True enough, the card says that she is a journalist. “There are talks about how good you are, considering you found the mistress of Otto Holding’s chairman.” My jaw clenched. It’s not my best work but why did I get famous because of that? “Can I assure your help, Detective?”

I nodded with a smirk. She knew the business. Interesting. The woman placed the briefcase on the table, “This is just the first payment.” A briefcase full of money? This is serious business. She placed a gold-colored card above the briefcase with the letters ‘Fantasia’ written on it. “The senator usually comes to this club. He often gets the letters in this place.”

Fantasia? It’s a new high-end club that just opened for VIPs. This just narrowed down the list of potential suspects. They can either be VIPs or someone working in that club.

“I trust that you do your job discreetly,” She leaned on the table and I found myself staring at the low cut of her red blouse. “Mr. Yuta Nakamoto.” The way my name rolled on her tongue sent shivers down my spine. And as she left the office, her heels clicking on the floor, I was left with the scent of roses and an unhealthy amount of attraction for the senator’s publicist.

My fingers fiddled with the business card she handed.

Miss Y/N.

Trouble.

Will I get to see her again?

Fantasia is so posh, so high class, that security is so tight. It runs in an invite-only policy, the golden card that Miss Y/N handed. But even if you had the said invite, you needed to give them your personal information. Nothing bad will surely happen here.

The inside was not anything I imagined. The smell of alcohol and the blinding lights are the first thing noticeable inside, followed by jazz music playing. Girls in promiscuous clothes were serving drinks as another girl with flashy red clothes was singing on the stage. The color of rose and blood. And I was reminded of Ms. Y/N once again.

Senator. I’m here for a task.

After getting my drink from the bartender, I searched for a place where I could sit and surveyed the place. Before I approached a corner seat, I spotted the man I should be eyeing, seated on a velvet couch and staring at the girl on the stage. Based on the files, he has a wife and she’s very wealthy. Is this another case of a cheating husband? Then this case will be solved immediately.

The girl in the red dress singing earlier made her way to the crowd, stopping in front of the senator before giving him a smile and a wink. A smirk escaped my lips, case closed. I've been in this work for so long to know that his wife is giving him threats for having a girlfriend. A cliché love story.

The task was done even before I could begin so I drank a little to celebrate my small victory. Although the drink is expensive, I deserved this.

I'm busy minding my drink when the seat beside me gets occupied. "Hi." The same girl in the red dress singing on stage earlier. The senator's lover. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Does she keep track of the people here? "Want me to show you a good time?" What? But before I could say anything, she lightly pushed up her skirt to show me her thigh. What the hell is this club?

I turned around from her, facing the female bartender who was wiping the counter, and drank the contents of my glass in one gulp. I have to get out of here. The girl held my chest and I hastily stood up, feeling my head throbbed. What is happening to me? I felt my legs lose their strength as my stomach grumbled, sour liquid creeping up in my throat.

Immediately, I ran to the men's toilet to vomit everything in my stomach. The sour and bitter taste coming out of my mouth. Where did this come from? Is it the expensive drink? Am I not allowed to drink expensive scotch? Luxury life isn't really for me.

The moment I went out, wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, a surprise overtook me. A body was lying on the floor, a pool of blood by my feet. Turning it, I stumbled on my feet to see the senator as pale as a ghost. What the hell? I kneeled on the bloody floor, pumping his chest to at least save him but it's too late. He already lost a lot of blood. Shit, this is bad.

A stray bullet can be seen on the side of his body next to something glistening. An earring. Gold flower earring. The lingering smell of cigarettes, mint cigarettes. Before I could stand, the door opened followed by a scream of terror. This is really bad.

The door closed. I had to save myself. Even if it is the most questionable thing, I jumped out of the window and ran for my life. My hands were still bloody as well as my coat, the earring in my coat pocket. This is a first. What will happen to me now? There's only one person who saw me. They can't actually remember me, right?

It must be the distress, the lightheaded feeling of panic. A blinding car light made me stop in my tracks. This might be my death. I should have bought the fanciest drink there is.

"Detective Nakamoto?" Then the voice of an angel. I might be dead. "Are you alright?" The angel appears to wear a red shirt. The color of blood. Death. "What happened to you?" Her flesh feels warm, she's alive.

It is the distress, the panic, that I cling to her arm. The police sirens could be heard and I begged for her to take me out of the place.

The evening lights were blinding as she drove. Destination, unknown. Her phone rang and she accepted the call, Mrs. Hall. "My husband is dead." She stepped on the brakes immediately, putting her phone on handset before glancing at me.

I didn't hear what they were talking about but her stare at me got me ideas. She might have found out that I'm in the same club as him. When she put down the call, she only stared at me. "You killed him?"

"What? Of course not."

She raised an eyebrow, eyeing my bloody coat. "I swear I didn't. I saw him lying in his own blood when I left the restroom stall."

"Someone saw you." She opened the radio of her car, "And now, they're looking for you." The voice from the radio was talking about how the senator was found dead in the jazz club and that they're looking for a man in a coat. I hastily removed my coat, throwing it on the backseat of the car.

She laughed at that. "You think that's all, detective?" She showed her phone, a picture of me taken earlier in the club with a wanted sign on top. Shit! "I asked you to find who tried to kill him, not kill him."

"I swear I didn't," I shouted, putting my hands up. "I don't even own a gun and he was shot." I tried to think of other things I noticed at the scene of the crime. Come on Yuta, think. "It smells like cigarettes and I don't smoke."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "But why are you there?"

"You asked me to come there."

"I mean the restroom." She rolled her eyes. "If he was shot, why didn't you hear the gunfire? Why didn't you ask for help?"

I closed my eyes in frustration. Journalists really are inquisitive. "I was vomiting my drink and I don't know, I panicked. I thought I could save him." She started the car without a word and I just sat there, looking outside to see where we were going.

What will happen to me now? A wanted man. I can't return to my original life. Why am I in this mess? "I'm sorry. I believe you. I asked you for help and you were just trying to do your job." I nodded. At least she understands. "But for now, everyone knows you so I'll help you hide then maybe we can clear your name."

I have nothing to do but trust her. I need to clear my name. Why is my brain so blank now?

We stopped at a gas station to get some food. I’m pretty famished after vomiting everything but the moment I stepped inside the store, the news of the senator can be heard followed by a description of the person who killed him. The attendant stared at me before Y/N took his attention. This is bad.

Hastily, I made a beeline outside after cleaning my hands off the blood. Y/N is already outside with a lollipop in her mouth, leaning by her car. “I borrowed some clothes.” She should have said that when I was inside but where did she get those clothes? “You can change inside the car.”

Here? In the open? But she was already opening the door for me. The clothes were on the backseat of her car, a black shirt and jogger pants. And it’s better than having my bloody clothes so even if the shirt is a little tight, pants shorter, I have to wear this.

She eyed me from head to toe and for the first time, I felt exposed. A raise of an eyebrow followed by the lollipop removed from her mouth with a popping sound. "Do you have any place you can go?" Is there? They're probably at my apartment address by now. The police might be in my office. I shook my head and she smirked, gesturing to the car.

The city buildings are now gone, replaced by endless empty landscapes. It was a long drive. The news from the radio was replaced by jazz music, her phone kept ringing but she didn't mind it all. A blinding light changed the overall aura of the surroundings as she made a sharp turn heading to what seems like a motel. Why here of all places? It looks like a rundown. Is someone still living here?

I followed her to what seems like an endless hallway, the smell of cigarettes and weed in the air as the sounds of grunting and bed squeaking can be heard. She inserted a key on the last door to the right, opening it and switching the lights on. “Stay here for a while.” She whispered before casually entering the room. It smelled like roses. Her scent.

“Do you live here?” She shook her head, handing me a bottle of beer. Then why does she look so comfortable here? She removed her coat and casually throwing it to the couch in the middle of the room. Her arms filled with bruises and scars. “What happened?”

She shrugged, disappearing to another door and I took time to look around. A large window covered with dark curtains, bottles of beer on the floor under the table. I even saw underwear which made me immediately turn around. There was a sound of murmuring from inside the room, she might be on a call with someone.

I took my phone out of my coat pocket which revealed countless calls and even messages asking where I was. In annoyance, I just closed my phone and return it to the pocket where my fingers grazed at something sharp. The earring. The gold flower earring. It’s a woman.

“A woman killed him.” I immediately told Y/N when she went out of the room. “I’m certain of that.” She glanced at me in question. “Maybe his wife.”

“Mrs. Hall? She’s so kind.” She claimed. “Why would she do that?”

“Because he’s seeing someone else.” The statement obviously came as a surprise to her. Doesn’t she know? “Senator Hall is seeing another girl in that jazz club.” Her eyebrows were scrunched to focus on my words. Then it came. That girl. She was beside me before I took a shot of my drink. She might have put something in my drink. She listened as I narrate everything to her, no one can help me with this shithole but her. I need to clear my name and find who really killed the senator.

She bit her lip. “Do you really think she did it? The jazz singer?” I nodded. It’s only her or his wife. “I’m meeting Mrs. Hall tomorrow. I’ll try and look at this.” She rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be your job.” I apologized. It really is. But my hands are tied now. I can’t do anything.

The death was all over the news. My face plastered on every newspaper and wanted poster. How quick are they to assume that I killed the senator? Should I just come clean and tell them that I don’t have a gun? That I don’t smoke?

With nothing to do, I laundry my bloody clothes and some of Y/N’s things. Lightly tidying up her motel room. Why would a girl like her live in a place like this?

And as I reached out from under the couch, I found out exactly why.

It’s almost midnight yet she isn’t back. Maybe she isn’t coming here tonight. So I settled to bed, removing the dirty shirt I have been wearing the whole day. The incessant pounding of the bed on the wall from the other room only made me annoyed and, well, disturbed. I can’t fucking sleep. The moans got louder, mattress squeaking that made it unable for me to focus on just sleeping. Fuck! I’m very well disturbed.

My hand slipped inside my pants, finger tracing the outline of my member while thinking of a certain girl in red lace underwear. Hand wrapped around the hard rod, I started stroking while creating soft moans along with the sound of sex next door. “Y/N,” I whispered and a gasp can be heard that made me open my eyes. She’s in the doorway, looking at me in surprise. Fuck! Immediately, I removed my hand from my pants then stood up from the bed that made me light-headed. “It’s not what it looked like. I…”

“Yuta,” she called. A sound that rang like a melody in my ears. There were tears in her eyes, a bruised lip, and a cut on her cheek. The reason why she’s staying in this motel room. Why that ring is under the couch. “I don’t want to come back to him anymore.” She choked on her tears.

Y/N’s cries got louder as I wrap my arms around her. “Then don’t come back to him,” I whispered. How long was this? Why isn’t she speaking up about this? Why is she hiding here? “I’ll protect you, Y/N.”

She stared right into my eyes. And I knew that very moment I shouldn't have let myself be taken by her good looks and smell. I realized that she was the kind of trouble I was looking for. The kind that would give my life a sense of purpose.

My hunches might be right seeing how there are bruises and scars all over her skin. How can a confident girl be this fucked up? Now, I have more reasons to clear my name. "When everything clears up, stay with me." I whispered then kissed her bare shoulder. My lips went to hers, gently kissing the bruises and cuts in her skin as if I could erase them. My arms trying to give her the warmth she needed.

When I woke up, she was nowhere in sight. Her car wasn’t outside as well, she must be off to work. The news is different now, something about the stocks dropping and the murder of another man in town. Maybe I can come outside now. But where should I go? There isn’t any diner or restaurant near the motel, even a store where I can buy food. I’ll have to wait for her to come home and wish that she brought food.

Luckily, Y/N did. Sushi. Along with the take-out foods is an envelope that contains papers inside. A picture is inside the brown file, the girl from the jazz club. “Is she the one you’re talking about?” I nodded. Although her clothes are different and with a lesser make-up on, she’s obviously that girl. There were details about her, her name and her address. “Do you think she killed the senator?”

“Why would she drug me if not?”

“That’s not enough evidence, Yuta.” She’s right. It really isn’t enough evidence to name her the suspect. Shit! Is there anything I can do to clear my name? “I’ll try and watch her, maybe I can get some answers.”

I moved closer to her, holding her in my arms. If we’re going to clear my name, she wouldn’t be doing this alone. She’s been through a lot. “I’ll come with you.” When she kissed my lips, I already knew her answer.

She was exactly that girl in the bar. My eyes can’t fool me. It’s a high possibility that she is the killer now that we’re watching her smoke a cigarette. All we need to do is get her alibi and see if she has a gun. But I'm positive that she is the killer. Why would she put poison in my drink? Why me?

Is it to frame me? She doesn't know me. Is it obvious that I'm a detective at first glance? Which came to my first question, why me?

That question still lingered in my mind. It's been a week since we saw the girl. Y/N would always leave in the morning and come back each night with new information about the Senator's case. She had been working closely with the lawyers and the police about the case, updating me of recent findings. "Can I come out now? Tell the police everything I know about the case?" I asked while brushing her hair, her head laying on my arm. "I have enough evidence."

"Evidence?"

"An earring," I whispered and she jolted to sit, looking at me surprised. "I saw an earring at the scene of the crime."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She picked up her discarded clothes in a hurry. Why? What’s wrong? But before I could ask anything, she had already left.

The news of the senator’s death was once again on the headlines but this time, my face isn’t the one flashing but the jazz singer’s as the suspect. She admitted to the crime, saying that she had been threatening the senator since he promised that he’ll buy her out of the club. Fantasia club is now under a lot of criticism for prostitution and the unethical labor of the workers. A gun with a silencer was found in her possession, the weapon used for the crime.

My picture flashed on the screen, not as a suspect, but as the detective who solved all of this.

There’s only one thing to do now. Go back to my normal life.

Journalists all came to the office and asked me a lot of questions. The newspaper was filled with pictures of me, claiming that I’m the best detective in town and the phone kept ringing endlessly in the office. I smiled, it hadn’t been a typical day even if I didn’t put an extra cube of sugar in my coffee.

I was on a call with a journalist from the local newspaper when two uniformed personnel came inside my office. “Detective Nakamoto, we need your help.” And I knew, this is something serious.

Maybe it already happened two times. I have been to this place before. Thrice. I have been here thrice. The mansion of the Chairman of Otto Holdings. It was his wife who asked me to come here before. Now, the reason was him.

The officials informed me about the corpse, stabbed in the stomach then shot in the head. The killer wants him dead, I’m sure of that. I saw him a couple of times before and he is a tall man. If someone were to kill him by stabbing his stomach, that person might be close to him. Who would do this? His wife? But she’s already living abroad. His lover perhaps? Someone working for him?

“Reports said that he’s here with his daughter. We’re trying to locate her.” He had a daughter? They showed a plastic bag with the pieces of evidence found at the crime scene: strands of long hair, cigarette butt, a bullet. Familiar shreds of evidence.

They let me look around his office, the place polished in cleanliness except for little splotches of blood on the carpet. Old marks of blood. On one side of the wall were torture devices: floggers, leather whips, handcuffs, and wooden cane. Either he’s into serious sexual acts or he’s just a demon who loves torture.

A picture hanging on the wall took my attention. A happy family. The young-looking chairman was standing behind his estranged wife who looked really happy and youthful. On her lap is a young girl with such angelic features. Bright shining eyes. Then a familiar thing caught my attention.

The gold flower earring was shining on my hand. The same earring the little girl is wearing in the picture. Why do I feel like I’ve been chasing the wrong suspect all along? I drank some beer, seated by the edge of my desk when the door opened. Before I could tell that the office was closed for the day, a strong scent of a woman’s perfume hit my nose. Roses. The familiar smell of roses. Y/N.

She removed the black coat she had on, revealing a red wrap-around dress that shows some skin below her neckline and stops midthigh. Her hair has gotten shorter since the last time I saw her. Lips deep red. Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office. A sheer lace thigh-high stocking completed her look.

Her hand slipped on my neck, leaning close to whisper in my ear “Long time no see, hotshot.” My heart beating wildly against my chest. Her smell. That addicting smell. Her lips went to mine. Her taste. A deadly combination of alcohol, cigarette, and mint. “I missed you, Yuta.” She whispered in that erotic voice, fingers heading south my shirt.

I took the glass of alcohol to relieve the parching of my throat, finishing the contents before holding her by the waist. “It’s you, isn’t it?” A smirk escaped her lips. “You killed the chairman.” I should have been aware the moment it smelled like roses in the chairman’s house. “You’re his daughter.” The same eyes as the girl in the picture. “Why…?”

My chest suddenly felt tight. Like someone just punched my heart. I gasped for air. Mouth burning as if on fire. She just sat on the chair, crossing her legs while watching me. “Because he promised mom that he’ll take care of me.” She flexed her fingers, checking her nails. “I hate people who don’t fulfill their promises.”

Promises. The same thing the jazz singer said about the senator. “You…” I coughed blood. “You also killed the senator.” It makes sense now. She came to me. She wanted me there. She pretended to help me. The earring. Her reaction. The taste of mint and cigarettes. “Why? Why me?” My legs feel numb that I fell on the floor.

“Isn’t it your fault why mom left my dad? Why I’m in hell because of him?” It wasn’t a husband. It was her dad. He really is a monster. “Think of this as a little gift. You’ve became famous. Everyone will know that you died.” Her fingers glide on the edge of the desk, placing a small white pill beside the glass. “They just wouldn’t know how.”

I called for her name but she just stared at me with an evil look in her eyes. “I sincerely liked you, Yuta. I even believed that we could be together.”

“We can.” But every word felt like a thorn in my chest. “I love you.”

The corner of her lips curled up, kneeling beside me. “But you’re also like them. Promising things and not actually doing it.” I grasp her arm, words not coming out of my mouth. She took her phone. “Mrs. Hall, the work is done.” She stared right into me with cold eyes. “Detective Nakamoto is gone.”

Her lips were as red as rose as she smirked at me. Her dress, red. The color of blood.

The memory of when I first saw her came to me. The same smell of roses. The gold flower earrings on her ears. The same color as blood telling me that she’s bad news.

I should have listened.

But it’s too late.

She is indeed trouble.

The kind of trouble that will be the death of me.

Like a sweet poison. She’s a poison. Addicting. Deadly.

And then everything went black.

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honeypwark · 4 years ago

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[ Missing ]

↳ Roller Coaster era (late Jan-early Mar 2019)

↳ Lily goes missing. All hell brakes loose. Every idol ever tries to find Lily.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

There’s a kind of contentment that comes with being absolutely exhausted. When you’re that tired, you know you’ve done your best and pushed yourself yet you’ve withstood the tiredness and given it your all. That’s usually how Lily feels after a long day of practicing. She’d be extremely tired, ready to drag herself home and flop into bed and start over the next day. But not today.

The exhaustion is there, wearing well into her bones but instead of feeling content, she just feels tired. She’s not even supposed to finish practicing for another hour and yet she is just so tired. Usually she pushes on through, telling herself the pain now is worth it in the end. But this doesn’t feel like the tired she’s used to. It’s so much concentrated, seeping into mind and making her just want to sleep.

She stumbles over her own feet again as she tries to work through the dance break at the end of her solo comeback song for the nth time. She takes a breath and bends over, coughing as she braces herself on her knees. She just feels completely wiped out; maybe she’s been pushing herself too hard? She wobbles over to the couch on the side of the room and sits down with a sigh.

“Okay, Lily. Take ten then we’re back,” she says to herself.

She coughs again, clearing her throat before settling further back into the couch and leaning her head back. All it takes is a few deep breaths with her eyes closed and she’s out like a light.

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“Lily Lee~ Unnie made you breakfast,” Nayeon sings gently as she enters the maknae line’s room.

The eldest member carries a plate of blueberry pancakes, Lily’s favorite. All of the members are well aware of how hard Lily is pushing herself to make her solo comeback go nothing less than perfect. They know she feels guilty for being given so many individual opportunities over her members despite all nine of their reassurances that they’re nothing but proud of her. Nayeon decided to surprise Lily with her favorite breakfast in bed.

“Li...ly?”

Nayeon doesn’t think she’s heard Lily get up this morning. Tzuyu and Dahyun are still asleep in their bunks and Chaeyoung is out to brunch with a friend. Lily’s bunk, however, is empty, save for Blue curled up in his usual spot at the foot of the bed. Nayeon leaves the room and her eyebrows only knit together further when she checks and finds the bathroom empty.

“Jihyo, do you know where Lily is?” Nayeon asks.

Jihyo, Sana, and Momo sit in the living room eating the extra pancakes Nayeon had made. (The best ones, of course, had been puts on Lily’s plate.) All three of them look up at Nayeon’s question.

“Is she not in her room?” Jihyo asks.

“No.”

“Bathroom?”

“Just checked.”

“She didn’t stay at Jisung’s dorm last night, did she?”

“No, she was practicing until late,” Momo reminds the leader.

“Did anyone hear her come in?”

“We all went to bed before her but maybe?” Sana says.

Jihyo glances around at the growing worry on her members’ faces.

“Okay, um, Sana. Go ask the others if they know where Lily is and whether or not they know she came home. Nayeon, put Lily’s plate in the microwave and finish cleaning up the kitchen. Momo, call Lily’s cell and see if she’ll pick up. I’ll call Jisung and see if she’s with him.”

The other three girls set off to do as they were told and Jihyo pulls out her phone. She quickly finds the right contact and calls Jisung. NCT Dream’s dorm is practically Lily’s second home. She is constantly spending the night there, the other group’s maknae never complaining to give up his bed to Lily for the night if it means getting to joke around while eating cereal together the next morning. If not for their endlessly busy idol lives, they would be attached at the hip.

“Uhhh... Jihyo sunbaenim? Hello.”

The boy who answers the phone is not Jisung.

“Hello, who is this?”

“I’m Jaemin, one of Jisung’s members.”

“Where is Jisung?”

“He’s showering but he should be out soon- oh, he’s right here.”

Muffled, Jihyo hears, “Hyung, why are using my phone?”

Louder and closer to the phone, Jaemin answers, “It’s Lily’s leader.”

“Jihyo?”

“Yeah.”

Jaemin presumably hands the phone to Jisung.

“Noona?”

“Jisung. Is Lily with you?”

“With me? No.”

“Oh, okay.”

“W-Why? Is she okay? Did something happen?”

Jaemin says something Jihyo can’t understand. The sound that follows sounds suspiciously like Jisung hitting his older member.

“We’re not sure where she is right now,” Jihyo answers.

She looks up as Sana, Nayeon, and Momo return to the living room, several of the other girls coming with them, all looking worried.

“Do you need help finding her? I can call her,” Jisung offers.

“No, it’s alright, Jisung. Thank you, though. Bye-”

“Wait! Will you let me know when you find her?” Jisung says quickly before she can hang up. “Or ask her to text me when she’s home?”

Jihyo blinks, “Uh, yeah. I’ll tell her to text you. Bye, Jisung.”

“Goodbye...”

Jihyo hangs up.

“She’s not with Jisung,” Jihyo announces to the others.

“My call went straight to voicemail,” Momo says, “Her phone’s either off or dead.”

“I don’t like this,” Mina says. “Lily always tells us when she’s staying with someone.”

“Yeah,” Tzuyu agrees quietly.

“What if something happened to her?”

“She might just be at ITZY’s dorm. They live a little closer to the company.”

“But what if something did happen to her?”

“She was walking home late at night; someone should have gone to get her.”

“She’s so little.”

“If someone tried to grab her in an empty street she wouldn’t be able to do much.”

“What if someone recognized her?”

“What if she got kidnapped?!”

“What if she got followed by a sasaeng!?”

“Guys... GUYS!” Jihyo calls to get everyone’s attention. “Worrying like this isn’t going to help anyone. I’ll stay here with Sana in case she comes back. You all split up and start trying to find her.“

While the others hurry to pull on coats and shoes and throw their hair up into ponytails, Sana walks over to Jihyo.

“What are we going to do?” Sana asks.

“We’re going to start calling people,” Jihyo answers. “Anyone Lily knows and we don’t, we’re going to figure out their phone number and call them.”

“How are we going to do that? Like, I don’t have any of Blackpink’s phone numbers.”

“Well... okay. But you know Nayeon. And Nayeon knows Jisoo. Find connections like that.”

A few minutes later, Jihyo has gotten Blackpink’s eldest’s phone number and been told she’s not with them. Nonetheless, Jihyo tries to remember another one of Lily’s countless idol friends to try and call.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

What had gone from a ten minute break to a nearly nine hour night of sleep leaves Lily still fast asleep on the couch of a practice room that morning. She’s shifted onto her side, curled up and sleeping soundly. She wakes slowly, blinking and groaning at the bright overhead lights still shining from the night before. She eventually sits up and rubs the final remnants of sleep from her eyes. Her phone is dead, she realizes, getting the time from the clock on the wall instead.

10:13AM? Really? She was asleep that long? She’s almost surprised her body let her sleep for so long; she usually can’t make it past seven hours of consecutive sleep. She knows her members must be worried sick about her not being home after being alone the night before. She should head home right away to let them know she’s okay. As she pulls her coat on, she hopes her members aren’t worrying too bad.

Unbeknownst to her, the members of Day6 and Stray Kids are scouring the entire company building for her. Nearly the entire kpop idol community has become aware of Twice’s missing maknae as Jihyo and Sana have continued calling more and more people. If there was ever a day to run into an idol somewhere in Seoul, today would be that day as anyone who is able to is out looking for Lily.

“Come on, idiot, don’t actually be missing,” Jae mutters to himself as he starts checking in and out of practice rooms.

Despite Jae’s mean older brother act, it’s obvious and impossible to deny that he cares about the younger American. He’s always teasing her about her height but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how easily someone bigger than her could grab her and force her into a car or down an alleyway or-

“Lily!”

Jae spots Lily leaving a practice room further down the hall. The girl turns toward him.

“Oh, hey-“

Jae crashes into Lily in a hug, squeezing her tightly.

“Okay. Hi, there.” She pats his back as she hugs him back, confused as he usually only briefly hugs her in parting, “Is today a special occasion or...?”

“You are an absolute dumbass, Lilliana Lee!” Jae yells at her, smacking the side of her head.

“OW! What was that for?!” she whines.

“Your members have no idea where you are!” Jae exclaims. “They think you’ve been kidnapped or killed or something and have everyone you’ve ever even looked at for more than five seconds looking for you.”

“W-What?“

“They woke up and you weren’t at the dorm and you weren’t answering their calls so they started calling people to see if you were with them and now every idol ever is searching the entirety of Seoul for you but you’ve just been in a practice room?!!”

“I fell asleep! I didn’t mean to!”

“You can’t just disappear like that!” Jae continues to scold her. “You’ve got so many people worried over nothing and- shit.”

Jae turns away from Lily and covers his eyes.

“Are you-,” Lily steps around him to look at his face, “Are you crying?”

“No,” he says firmly.

“I think you are.”

He glares at her, “I’m still mad at you.”

She steps back with her hands raised, “My bad.”

He sighs, “Alright. Let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” Lily agrees softly.

She lets Jae lead her down the hall, coughing into her elbow before entering the elevator. Jae already has his phone out, texting his members to stop their search because he’s found her.

“Are you sick?” he asks.

“I just think I need some water,” she says.

“You should take some medicine when you get home, just in case.”

“Aw, you do care about me. The only tsundere I know is Jae Park.”

Jae shoves his phone into her hands, “Shut up and call Jeongyeon. You get to deal with her wrath.”

Lily looks at Jeongyeon’s contact that has been pulled up on Jae’s phone and gulps.

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stilloutofmyvulcanmind · 4 years ago

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Of Missed Dates and Midnight Trips

Pairing: Earth-2 Harry Wells x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Summary: When Harry misses a long awaited date, you decide to make a trip to ensure he’s taking care of himself.

A/N: Reposting because Dumblr deleted the first version from the tags

The clock on the wall ticked into a new hour. Sitting on the couch, you sighed, abandoning all hope of Harry showing up now. He was back on Earth-2 working on a project, but he’d promised he’d take a break long enough to have dinner with you tonight. You’d been excited for it all week, even going out to buy a little something extra in the hopes of enticing him to stay tomorrow too. Now it was clear that definitely wasn’t happening. The project was important and with the release deadline coming up, you understood that it needed to take up most of Harry’s attention, so you weren’t mad. Just… sad. The only time you’d spent with him over the last two months was when he came over to help with a meta-problem. Hardly nice quality time.

Debating on just calling it a night and heading to bed, you decided against it at the last minute. If Harry had gotten so caught up in his work that he missed your date without a word, then there was no chance he’d been taken proper care of himself either.

Heading into the kitchen, you whipped up a quick meal, nothing special, but it was no doubt better than anything else he’d eaten recently. Sealing it in some Tupperware, you went back into the living room to grab the extrapolator. Harry had programmed it specifically for you both to be able to jump back and forth between your homes without needing to bother anyone else.

The small office you hopped out of the breach into was dark, and so was the hallway.

“Harry?” You called, the lights flickering on as you moved room to room in search of your man. As suspected, his house was empty. You could’ve left the meal in the kitchen and headed back, but who knew when he’d actually drag himself home again.

A quick cab ride later and you were passing through STAR Labs security and the skeleton crew that was still working at this time on a Friday night. Knowing exactly where Harry would be, you made straight for the small private workshop and office he had tucked away. The office itself was empty which wasn’t much of a surprise, so you tucked the food away in the mini-fridge he kept for such purposes, noting that it was devoid of anything else and stuck a note on the coffee machine to ensure he’d definitely find it.

Going to leave again, you paused at the door, then turned back, moving to the other side and the door that led into his workshop. It slid open soundlessly as you peered through the threshold.

Harry was at his bench, totally unaware of your presence as he tinkered away tirelessly at the gadget he was working on. The last thing you wanted was to disturb him, but it had felt like forever since you’d last laid eyes on him, and watching him work had always been one of your favorite things, so you leaned against the frame, content to observe just for a minute or two. Entirely focused, confident fingers worked at the small parts with ease. It had been so long since you’d last felt those fingers work their magic on you, you were almost jealous. At least now you had some fresh material for the long nights alone.

Not wanting to risk lurking any longer, you were getting ready to leave when the unthinkable happened.

A sneeze caught you out of nowhere.

Harry’s gaze immediately shot up, eyes widening a fraction when he saw you standing there, wishing you could suddenly turn invisible.

“Y/N?"

Cringing, you walked fully out into the workshop and into his view. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Harry didn’t say anything, instead looking you up and down, examining your outfit. You hadn’t changed out of your date clothes, and you saw the exact moment realization dawned.

“That was tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah."

"How late am I?"

"The restaurant closed an hour ago.”

Harry removed his glasses, tossing them onto the table and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re busy. "I only came over to drop some food for you. It’s in the fridge so you just need to reheat it."

"Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Since he’d already been disturbed, you figured you might as well grab a little physical contact before you went back. Crossing the gap, you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll let you get back to it and head on home.”

“My home or yours?”

“Mine. I don’t want to distract you anymore by being here.”

Maybe you couldn’t keep the sadness out of your voice, or maybe Harry really just knew you that well, but before you had a chance to walk away an arm was wrapping itself around your waist, and you were pulled down onto Harry’s lap. “You’re not a distraction,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the delicate spot behind your ear.

“I am when you need to get work done.” Despite your better judgment, you found yourself leaning against Harry’s chest, nosing into his neck.

“No. I’m glad you’re here, and I am sorry I lost track of time.”

“It’s fine. I should’ve waited until you were done to organize something.”

“I was looking forward to tonight. I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, “I’ve missed you too.”

Harry turned his head, capturing your lips with his while a hand ran up and down your thigh. Humming into the kiss, you practically melted into his hold. You’d missed him so much, his warmth, his scent, the strong arms wrapped securely around you. With each passing second, it was getting harder and harder to find the strength to pull away. The last thing you wanted was to leave now.

“The Big Belly Burger is still open, we could get something to eat there on our way back,” Harry rumbled after a few minutes of slow kisses.

“Our?"

"I’m taking you home with me for the weekend.”

“But your work-"

"It can wait until Monday. You’re more important.”

“Are you sure?"

"Positive.”

Grinning, you kissed him again before hopping up out of his lap, his hand in yours.

“You look stunning, by the way.”

“If you like this you should see what’s under it,” you teased, nipping at his ear lightly.

Harry groaned, “Will I get a preview later?"

"Depends.”

“On what?"

"If you buy me a triple triple or not.”

Harry laughed, face lighting up. “That, I can do.”

“Then yes.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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jbbarnesnnoble · 4 years ago

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Hazy Horizons (Part Three)

Summary: In the wake of their lives being turned upside down and losing their son, Andy and Laurie Barber move to Maine, in search of starting over and starting a new family, by any means necessary

Features/Warnings: Dark!Fic; Dubcon/Noncon; Drugging; Manipulation; Smut; Breeding Kink; mentions of Lacatation Kink; Pregnancy Kink

Series Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon; Manipulation; Breeding Kink; Drugging

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber/Reader/Dark!Laurie Barber

Notes: Reader is conflicted in this part and comes to some realizations about her situation. There is smut in this part. She’s trying so hard not to completely cave in to the will of the Barbers, but that’s proving harder than she thought.

This part features a lot of domesticity too.

Please bear in mind that this is/will be a dark fic. You’re responsible for the content you choose to read.

Word Count: 3071

Laurie could barely contain her excitement. You were trying to contain the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. She was already talking about how the pair of you should tell Andy about the pregnancy. You were a permanent fixture in their bed since that night. After that first night, you had sworn you wouldn’t let them win.

You’d tried to book an appointment for a Depo shot. But word got back to Andy and Laurie, the woman who booked the appointment confused because she’d heard you were going to be their surrogate. After that, you were no longer allowed to be unsupervised. In Laurie’s words, you weren’t to be trusted. Not right now. Not until you accepted your new norm.

You knew they monitored your phone. There was no way around it that you could figure out. The same was true about your laptop. You’d learned that the hard way after Googling natural ways to prevent pregnancy. Most of it was bullshit anyway, but Andy and Laurie hadn’t taken kindly to it in the slightest. That indiscretion left you tied to the bed for the weekend, only allowed up to stretch every few hours and use the restroom.

You’d had your debit and credit cards revoked after that stunt too. You may have had your numbers memorized, but they monitored your statements like hawks. Laurie kept your cards. She paid your bills for you. They had slowly whittled away at your freedoms until you felt more like a puppet on a string, an illusion of freedom given by your work and the trips to the store with Laurie or the weekend trips with the two of them.

“I was thinking we could get a Patriots jersey, they sell cute ones at that boutique in Bangor,” Laurie said. You were still sat in shock, even though the pregnancy shouldn’t have surprised you that much. They had done their damndest to make sure you would get knocked up.

“Sweetie? Are you okay? This is exciting! Our little family is growing!” Laurie said, sitting down beside you. You weighed your options. Lashing out, while it would feel good, could end with you in hot water. You didn’t want to think of what the consequences could be. But you weren’t excited. In another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would be. If they had asked you to surrogate like normal people.

But this was more than that. They wanted more than that. Whispered words of being a family. It was another thing you couldn’t help but think about. That if they had gone about things differently, you would’ve been amenable. They were both attractive. You couldn’t deny that. But the fact was, they hadn’t. They had done everything against your will.

“Yeah...yeah. I’m...it’s a lot to take in,” you said. She cupped your cheek in one of her hands when she moved to stand in front of you.

“I know it can be scary, but this is a beautiful thing. You’re going to be an incredible mommy. We’ll take care of you. I can’t wait to see the changes it’ll bring out in you,” she said before pulling you into a gentle kiss.

It was moments like this that muddled your brain. It was wrong, so wrong. You were here against your will. Pregnant against your will. But they were never outright cruel to you, even when punishing you. And even that brought pleasure to a degree most times. You knew the longer this went on, the more warped your perception would become, especially when they weren’t cruel. If they hit you, verbally abused you, did anything that was outright mean and cruel, you thought you’d be able to compartmentalize better, remember that they weren’t good, they were keeping you against your will, forcing you into something you didn’t want.

But that was the thing. They treated you like a queen. You had stopped fighting them in bed. You knew it was inescapable at this point. Laurie would give you a massage at the end of a long day of work. Andy would fix your favorite dinner on bad days. They would both pick up little things for you when out and about. A book you’d mentioned. A snack you couldn’t find when shopping with Laurie for the week. It made it easy to forget the situation, if only for a moment. They were slowly whittling away at you, at your resolve to get out of the situation you found yourself in.

You couldn’t help but to relax into her embrace, scolding yourself for doing so. When she pulled away, she smiled at you. Remember who she is. Remember what she’s done. Remember who she is. Remember what she’s done. You repeated the words in your head as she pulled you by the hand down the stairs and to her car. It was a Saturday morning. Andy had gone into the office to work on a case that had been keeping his office busy, leaving you and Laurie alone for most of the day.

“I’ll call Dr. Schroder on Monday to make an appointment. Andy will want to be there too,” Laurie said. You nodded. What else could you do?

“What are you going to tell her?” you asked. There would be questions, surely. If you were their surrogate, you would’ve gone to Schroder’s office. Laurie looked at you for a moment before letting out a sigh as she pulled out of the drive. Snow covered the road still, never fully gone from the ground before the next snowfall.

“Everyone knows that we have...a relationship. They talk. They may not understand it, but they know. Dr. Schroder won’t have any questions and if she does, it’s not like we have anything to hide. We love you,” Laurie said. You felt sick, and it wasn’t from the pregnancy.

“I thought you told people I was your surrogate,” you said, panic rising. You saw the smile on her face.

“We did, at first. But there’s not hiding how we look at you, how you look at us,” she said. Your breath caught. How you looked at them? You refused to believe you ever looked at them with anything other than contempt, than anger, hatred. They had taken your life and turned it upside down.

“What happens after?” you asked.

“After what?” she questioned.

“I have the baby. What happens after? Do I get to go back to my side of the house? Have my life back?” you asked, on the verge of tears.

“Sweetheart, I know your hormones are all over the place right now. Andy and I aren’t going anywhere. We’ll be a family. Our children are going to be so loved. You’ll see. There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said in an attempt to soothe you. It did anything but. You felt a spike of panic. Your breathing was getting shallow. Laurie noticed and pulled off to the side of the road, putting the car in park before rushing to your side of the car. Children. As in more than one. You realized in that moment, you were well and truly fucked.

“Breathe with me honey, in, hold, out, hold, good girl,” Laurie said as she held your hands. It took ten minutes for you to calm down. You were tired, too tired to argue, to question what she had said earlier.

Once at the boutique, it didn’t take long to find the baby sports jerseys. You couldn’t help but melt a bit at the clothes in the store. You always had a weakness when it came to seeing baby clothes. And you knew Laurie was going to capitalize on it.

“That’s adorable. We should get it, it’s never too early,” she said. You nodded weakly.

The two of you arrived home before Andy. Laurie placed the test in the gift bag with the jersey, just under it. It was one of those moments you’d always imagined having one day, under vastly different circumstances. One where you weren’t forced. Where you had a choice. Where you were with someone you loved. But that wasn’t your reality.

Running wasn’t an option when they had the control. When your money was monitored. When you were only alone at work with people who bought into the image the Barbers sold. You had too. Until they snared you in the web they had carefully weaved around you.

“I’m thinking Mario’s for dinner, what do you think?” Laurie asked. You looked up at her and nodded. Mario’s was one of your favorite local places, the best Italian place you’d found in the area.

“Sure,” you replied, as you heard Andy pull in the drive. Laurie greeted him at the door with a kiss. You could hear her ask him the same question. Andy entered the room and found you, leaning down to pull you into a kiss. It was oddly domestic.

“I talked to Isaac today. He said it should be no problem combining the deeds into one and getting the permits to alter the house,” Andy said, looking between you and Laurie.

“Combine the deeds?” you asked. Andy nodded.

“Of course. No need for us to be paying bills on two homes. We bought ours outright. We can bring the utilities under one name, all the maintenance too,” Andy explained. It made sense, if the whole situation was normal. But, you reminded yourself, it wasn’t normal. He already had the papers. You hesitated to sign them, but the look on his face had you reaching for the pen.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he watched you sign away part of your life. You had a sinking feeling that if plural marriage was legal, there would’ve been a marriage license among those papers.

“Food should be here in thirty. I ordered extra garlic knots,” Laurie said, looking at you. Your shoulders sagged. You had no energy to fight. Not tonight.

“Did you sleep in today?” Andy asked, taking in your appearance.

“Yes,” you grumbled. It had become one of the rules put in place for you. Sleeping in on the weekends. Neither Barber liked how much you exerted yourself. Be it grading, lesson planning, or merely doing things for colleagues.

“She didn’t get out of bed until ten. On the dot. No laptop or phone,” Laurie said. No laptop or phone because she made sure to take them when she woke up on weekends. You were given your phone back at breakfast, but your laptop, you wouldn’t see until after dinner on Sunday.

Under normal circumstances, you’d consider both Barbers to be dominant, with a clear hierarchy. Under normal circumstances, you could imagine them negotiating with you, properly, about limits, about everything. But this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t healthy. And it was slowly wearing away at you, as they molded you into a perfect partner...though you used the term partner loosely. Partner implied equality and there was no equality in this mockery of a relationship.

Andy went to set the table while you and Laurie sat in the living room. There was an odd sort of comfort in the routine. You knew what you could expect. Andy would set the table, regardless of if you or Laurie or the both of you had cooked. If Andy was cooking, you or Laurie would set the table. After dinner, cleaning the table was all three of you, washing the dishes with music in the background. You hated how comfortable you felt in those moments.

“Dinner’s here,” Andy said, bringing the bags to the dining table. You hadn’t even heard the doorbell ring, lost in your thoughts.

“Smells good,” Laurie said as you sat down. Andy pulled out the various boxes and looked confused when he saw the dessert box.

“Are we celebrating something? Did I forget your birthday?” Andy asked looking toward you. You shook your head.

“Someone was craving something sweet today,” Laurie said offhanded. If Andy suspected anything, he didn’t let on.

Dinner was quiet. Andy talked about the latest news he could on his case. You tried to remember the situation you were in. Getting too comfortable would be your downfall.

It was after dinner that the three of you settled in the living room. Laurie set about setting the couch up for movie night, turning it into what amounted to a bed. You had loved that couch, once upon a time, before this side of the Barbers emerged. Before turning on a movie, Laurie turned toward Andy.

“We got you something today,” she said, handing you the bag to hand to Andy. He raised a brow.

“Is that so?” he asked. You saw the shaking in your hands as you handed him the bag. He took out the jersey first, a small Patriots jersey. There was a knowing look on his face before he pulled out the test.

“You’re pregnant? For real? This isn’t a joke?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“It’s not a joke,” you said quietly. You weren’t expecting the kiss, or to be pulled onto his lap before he deepened it, one of his hands snaking under your shirt while the other held you steady. His thumb rubbed circles on your belly, though you were still too early in the pregnancy to be showing. Laurie moved behind you, gently pulling your shirt up and over your head. Andy pulled away from you for just a moment.

Your bra disappeared next, and Andy’s hand travelled upward to your breasts. They had been sore the past few days and you tried to protest.

“This will feel good, baby. Promise,” Andy said, as he gently cupped one. One of the many things you had learned in the past month was the Barbers were both undoubtedly boob people. Both of them loved to play with your breasts. Andy never squandered an opportunity to touch yours or Laurie’s.

“I can’t wait until these fill with milk. You know, when I was pregnant, Andy couldn’t keep his hands to himself,” Laurie said from where she knelt behind you, while groping your other breast. You tried to hold back a moan. You always did. But you always gave in when it came down to it. They had learned your body in the course of a month.

“Maybe we should see if yours will too,” Andy suggested as he broke away from you, looking at his wife. You’d heard of that before. A woman who wasn’t pregnant inducing lactation. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about that. Laurie crawled toward him as he captured her lips with his. You weren’t sure when she had stripped down.

“Sweetheart why don’t you help Laurie finish undressing while I go grab some things,” Andy said. You hesitated as he stood, but Laurie took your hands in hers, guiding you to the waistband of her panties, the other clothing she still wore.

“That’s it, good girl,” Laurie said as you dragged the panties down her legs. Those words. You couldn’t help the feeling their praise sent through you, no matter what your thoughts on your predicament were.

She laid you back as she undid your jeans and pulled them off with your panties in one swoop, before pulling you into a deep kiss. She moved to your lap and ground down on your thigh. You could feel her wetness beginning to coat it as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. You heard Andy’s footsteps on the hardwood, but paid him no mind.

“Scoot, on the towel,” Andy said. You were losing yourself in the haze of lust. Giving in was so much easier these days.

You complied with his command, and Laurie took her spot back before Andy had her pull back. Laurie gently pulled at your leg, silently ordering you to open your legs.

“Look at that, you’re soaked. Bet you don’t even need preparation to take him, hmm?” Laurie asked as she pressed a finger into your soaking pussy. You moved to meet her movements. She slipped as second and third in easily before pulling them out and holding them to your mouth. You hesitated, until she pressed more firmly. The taste of yourself on her fingers was a familiar one.

“I want you on your knees,” Andy said to you. Laurie dragged you into Andy’s desired position when you made no move to do so. It was the small moments of defiance that you held on to. You knew it. They knew it. You tried not to make a sound as Andy pressed into you from behind.

“Fuck, still as good as the first time,” Andy gritted out as he bottomed out. Laurie laid in front of you. You knew what she wanted. But you were refusing.

“Be a good girl,” Andy said, pulling at your hair. You looked back toward him with a glare.

“Fuck...off,” you said, though it came out half as a moan. You hated the smirk on his face.

“It’s almost like you want a punishment. This is a celebration, honey. Now, do as you’re told,” Andy said. He shoved you down and forward.

You were slow with your movements as Andy’s pace increased. You pressed a finger into Laurie’s wet cunt, before adding another. You licked a strip from her hole to her clit as she arched into your touch. It wasn’t long before she was coming undone. As she came down from her climax, Andy pulled out, changing positions so you were facing him as you rode him. At first he was guiding your hips as you refused to. But you lost yourself in the feeling as he pulled you into a kiss, tasting Laurie on your lips. Laurie knelt behind you, a hand moving to your clit. It was just enough to drag you over the edge, dragging Andy with you.

He laid you down as he pulled out, taking a moment to catch his breath. You knew in that moment. You were well and truly screwed. The more you thought about it, the more you realized just how impossible getting out would be, especially with a child. Tears stung at your eyes as Andy moved to help you sit up and guide you to the bathroom, where Laurie had a bath running. A tub big enough for all three of you. And you, clinging to the hope that there was some way out.

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(Characters of your choice) if possible, could you do some of the boys with a s/o with a huge dog? And the boy's reaction to the big ol' floofer? I have a Great Pyrenees and he is literally the sweetest dog ever, and when he's on his hind legs, he's as tall as me. It'd be fun to see how some of the lads would react!

okay I searched up great pyrenees and !!!

THEY’RE THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST I WANT 50. as a fellow dog lover (and owner of a floof chowchow), I enjoyed making these hcs that I ended up making it longer than I planned it to be oops 😳😳😳🤪

I went and chose my bnha bois: kiri, baku, mido, and mirio for the headcanon :>> since they scream dog lovers pls excuse my dumb nicknames for the boys lmao

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1,789 words

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Togata Mirio

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: none

𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊

★ when you told him about having a pet dog, he was ELATED

★ like he was more excited about it than you ever saw him

★ maybe u were jealous about it even

★ and when you described your doggo as one belonging to a huge breed

★ he was so enthusiastic about it

★ asking how big they were, how playful they acted

★ bb boi just was so excited about dogs

★ finally you two got home and Kiri almost passes out

★ YOUR DOG WAS A BIG BALL OF FLOOF

★ your baby was a samoyed and she was the prettiest ever

★ kiri most likely fell in love again

★ your dog absolutely loved Kiri

★ it was love at first sight basically

★ he was so mesmerized by your dog’s fur

★ described it as a cloud that he can hug

★ calls your doggo ‘cloudy’ as a nickname

★ it’s even funnier and cute bc cloudy looks so soft while Kiri’s quirk is hardening

★ opposites truly attract

★ cloudy and kiri just enjoyed each other’s presence so much

★ cloudy thrived in Kiri’s love and attention

★ and your boyfriend had enough to give her just that

★ your big doggo and your big strong bf

★ it looked like the perfect family portrait

★ I think you almost cried while staring lovingly at them

★ and while u had your tears of joy

★ both cloudy and Kiri noticed your mood shift

★ and they just shower you with kisses !! (dog kisses included)

★ kiri DEMANDED you three take a picture together

★ and he talked about bragging on how he had the best s/o AND THE GOODEST GIRL in the whole wide world (kiri’s words not mine)

★ those muscles aren’t just for hero work wink wonk

★ they’re for giving hugs and holding your huge doggo up in his arms

★ kiri loves your dog and cloudy loves kiri

★ you love them just as much 🥰🥰

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞

★ you mentioned your dog in ur convos with Baku before

★ but never really stated what kind of breed your dog was

★ and Baku never really asked about it so meh

★ so when you actually introduced your dog to him, it was hilarious and terrifying at the same time

★ your Neapolitan mastiff was very protective of you (and he was huge AN ABSOLUTE UNIT HAVE YOU SEEN THEM)

★ as was Bakugou (the protective one I mean but the huge part can also apply hmmm)

★ you were worried they’d actually fight with each other

★ your dog would win no cap

★ but Bakugou does not condone violence against animals *chefs kiss*

★ your doggo had a really close bond with you so it’s understandable that he would be wary of any stranger

★ you ended up becoming the mediator between Baku and your dog

★ but eventually, you had to leave them both alone in the living room (rip), since you had to go fetch (lmao fetch get it) something in your kitchen

★ fear for your bf and dog’s lives intensifies

★ your dog had this intimidating aura that scared off strangers, considering his size and all

★ and Baku was the type that challenged every person he’s met, with a fight

★ so both boys might not be compatible sigh

★ you wondered if Baku preferred smaller dogs (plot twist he loves every dog no matter the size)

★ that is until you were almost in the living room and spotted Baku kneeling to your dog’s level

★ you hid in the corner and watched everything unfold

★ you ALMOST choked on your spit when u heard Baku CONVERSING with your doggo

★ it’s not that the whole act was stupid, you’re just surprised that it was something Bakugou would do

★ eavesdropping a little more, you heard Baku sigh

★ “look we’re here for them for the same thing”

★ “I want to take care of them and you want to protect them”

★ “so we should just get along and cut the bullshit”

★ that was the most rational thing you ever heard from Baku

★ and he was saying it to your DOG

★ if your mastiff could talk, you think he would’ve agreed.

★ instead, as you peeked, you saw your dog slowly lowering their guard around Baku

★ probs sensing that he means no harm

★ and just ??? NUDG ES HIS HEAD ?? on Bakugou’s hand ?? (omg can u imagine that would be so 🥺🥺🥺🥺)

★ SO BAKUGOU JUSTS LOVINGLY PETS HIM ???

★ your heart exploded with uwus

★ you might’ve uwued loudly bc Baku and your doggo noticed your presence

★ Baku was about to shout at you for spying on him

★ BUT YOU SWEAR you saw your dog give Bakugou a warning look

★ Baku chose to shut up instead cus he knows your doggo ain’t playing

★ but you’re absolutely sure that Bakugou and your mastiff liked each other now

★ bc yes they do have a common goal,, and that is love and protecc u uwu

★ bonus: Baku insists you call him ‘lord explosion murder’ and you reluctantly agree

★ extra bonus: your dog loves it

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊

★ you were very sure that Mido was a dog person

★ even before you two dated

★ you had your own doggo and she was a sweetheart 🥺🥺

★ exactly like Midoriya

★ when you dated him, you kept the ‘owning a dog’ part secret from Midoriya for personal reasons

★ just so you could see the surprised and joyful expression on his face when he met her

★ so when you actually invited him over to your house

★ your dog came over and greeted you happily !!! doggos are so pure i love it when mine does that

★ and you saw Midoriya freeze, shortcircuit, then internally fangirl at your dog in the span of 5 seconds

★ your Saint Bernard noticed Midoriya’s excitement and went over to greet him too

★ your doggo was snuggling up to Mido and the sight was just 🥰🥰🥰

★ two cinnamon rolls being the most adorable

★ speaking of cinnamon rolls, Mido started calling her ‘cinnamon’ because of her fur’s color

★ so Midoriya kept asking, whenever he got the opportunity, to take cinnamon out for a walk

★ you happily obliged, bc that whole scenario seemed so purifying in theory

★ your big doggo with your smol bf, a healthy balance

★ walks with cinnamon and Mido would be an experience in itself

★ like you’re used to people commenting about how big your dog was and how they’re kinda intimidating

★ but Mido being Mido, would overhear people who would say that and just go “actUALLY”

★ and he drones about how cinnamon’s breed is family-friendly and very gentle

★ so there’s nothing to be afraid of PSA IT’S NOT THE DOG’S FAULT IF THEY’RE AGGRESSIVE,, IT’S THE OWNER THAT MADE THEM LIKE THAT ! ok moving on

★ you’re so grateful to have Mido by ur side AND defending your dog get a man like Midoriya

★ when the people are actually educated by Mido’s lecture, they ask if they can pet cinnamon

★ you say yes, and cinnamon is just happy to receive some love and attention

★ Midoriya even convinced some parents to let their kids play with your dog (with u and ur dog’s consent ofc)

★ the walk turned into the cutest playdate ever

★ and you see cinnamon just giving Mido sum kisses and your heart just did 10 backflips

★ in conclusion, Mido + big dog = wholesome content

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚘

★ OF COURSE MIRIO SCREAMED DOG LOVER ENERGY

★ i will hold onto this hc on my deathbed

★ n e ways

★ ITS ALSO A HUGE (lmao ok I should stop) PLUS THAT YOUR DOGGO WAS BIG

★ and Mirio was just a big ol hunk himself (you can confirm the big part if u know what I mean)

★ so it was a match made in heaven

★ you mentioned to him about having a doggo at home and he was all giddy

★ when he asked about the breed, you told him yours was a Bordeauxdog

★ he immediately searches up what they look like

★ and stars were shining in his eyes 🥺🥺

★ “They’re like me!” he exclaimed and you wholeheartedly agreed

★ the day came when Mirio and your dog would see each other

★ you promised to bring your doggo to him at the park, since Mirio saw that the breed needed to be active outdoors and suggested a morning jog lmao great idea mirio jk

★ 5am and you were there at dawn just bringing your huge boy to the park

★ can you imagine walking a very big dog at the crack at dawn,,, that seems so cool tho

★ You spotted Mirio stretching in the distance and called out to him

★ once he noticed you he l i t e r a l l y ran over to you and your doggo

★ he had so much energy for someone who woke up before sunrise

★ your dog was mostly the same too, mimicking Mirio’s excitement BIG UWU

★ just two excited boys and you were there, too tired to even find it cute

★ but their interaction was a good enough reason to be happy about waking up in the morning 🥰🥰🥰

★ Mirio volunteers to jog with your dog, and you saw that your doggo already warmed up to Mirio and that you were too dead in the inside to actually jog, so you let them have their fun

★ a few paces behind mirio and your doggo, you saw how fitting the scene looked

★ Mirio looked more like your dog’s owner than yourself, the connection was so natural

★ You wanted to slap Mirio over the head for wanting to call your dog ‘Junior’ since you said they were so alike

★ Mirio and his weird nicknames but its kinda cute ngl

★ after the jog, you and Mirio just passed out on your bed, worn out from the exercise and waking up really early

★ Both of you had a peaceful cuddle session

★ SIKE

★ It just so happened that junior likes your bed and claims it as his own

★ and he so conveniently forgot that you and Mirio were lying on it

★ MIRIO WAS ALREADY BIG ENOUGH IN YOUR KING-SIZED BED

★ having a Bordeaux dog settle himself on your bed was anything but pleasant

★ he lied down between you and Mirio (almost suffocating you) and you swore Mirio was just laughing at your demise

★ you maybe have to ban both boys away from your bed 🙄😳

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