#GOOD GOD WHY AM I CLOSE TO HYPERVENTILATING

[betweenheroesandvillains]

i mean. what level of irony is "having a panic attack on the way to the GP that you made an appointment with to get your mental health officially assessed bc it's been sucking ass".

[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Male Yuu! Reader (Platonic Yandere) Part 2

The part 2! Let's hope that I can put the rest of the story into this! If not, then my bad! Note after nine months: I did not fit the rest of the story in here. Not even close. There are going to be so many more parts. I apologize for being gone for so long. I hope you all enjoy this and put down in the comments: which dorm you all would like to see next? That will definitely help me in the long run.

I felt a panic attack starting to form in my chest. Kidnap me? Keep me safe? From what!? I started to hyperventilate and fell to my knees.

"(Y/N)!"

Grim rushed to me and started to snuggle into my chest. He started to purr to calm me down. Thankfully, it was working. Focusing all of my attention on the rhythmic purring did wonders for my nerves. I got my breathing under control and cleared my mind.

"All right. I'm good."

I looked down at Grim with a weak smile. I needed to get business.

"Who... exactly are looking to keep me safe?"

Grim looked uneasy before spilling names.

"Basically everyone. Riddle wants to hide you in Heartslabyul. Teach you all of the rules. He said something about a Jabberwocky. I don't remember everything exactly. Riddle can be very boring."

Grim started snickering while I gulped. The Jabberwocky was a dragon-like beast, or at least in my world. How could Heartslabyul have a Jabberwocky? Or am I the Jabberwocky? Eh, that doesn't make sense.

"Then Leona said that you didn't need rules. What you needed was your pride to keep and protect you. He was yelling with Riddle, Floyd, Vil and Sebek for hours on end. It was funny to watch him struggle to get his way."

Pride... Pride... Leona kept saying that I needed my pride to protect me. Did he mean a lion's pride? Ohhhhh, this hurts my head right now.

"Azul and the tweels argued that you need to be underwater. Something about you drying out. Azul also talked about having an underwater garden to keep you in."

Oh boy, I wonder if any of Azul's failed debtors are in that garden as well.

"Kalim talked about how his family was expecting you at Silk City. He threw a tantrum when the others tried to tell him no. He nearly tried to drown Ramshackle with Oasis Maker!"

That... sounds about right. Kalim didn't appreciate it when I told him no before my brain washing.

"Vil wants to... basically make you into a doll. Or at least that's what it sounded to me. He was very passionate about keeping your beauty preserved. Rook agreed full heartedly. They both were so weird."

A lump formed in my throat. Did... Did I play in that idea just earlier? Is that why Vil picked a photo shoot?

"Ortho was there, talking about how the prefect had to start in the perfect place. Idia was there from his tablet, showing off some diagrams of some weird looking temple."

"Temple? Like... For the ancient gods?"

"Yeah! Just like those!"

That doesn't comfort me.

"Horton was there as well but... The only thing he did was watch. It was unsettling. Every once in a while, I was pretty certain a lightning strike hit the dead tree out front."

Great. If Malleus has his own plan, I'm dead. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO AVOID A TOP FIVE MAGICIAN?! I took a deep breath to calm myself down once again.

"Okay. Now that I have more information. It's time for a game plan. NRC is no longer a safe place for my existence anymore. Time to find a new one!"

I got up from my bed and rushed to one of the storage rooms. I started to search and quickly found the maps. Sometimes when I had free time, the ghosts and I looked over all of the maps and saw how the cartography of Twisted Wonderland has changed over the years. We even found one of the current Twisted!

I grabbed the current one before taking it back to where Grim was. I rolled it out and quickly got some pins. I started to stick them into different areas.

"Sunset Savanna is a no. With Leona as a prince, he'll send out troops to find me with no problem. Coral sea is also a no mainly because we can't breath underwater. Hmmmm, Shaftlands is Vil and Cater's territory. People know them there and would most likely send pictures of me. Scratch that, no matter WHERE I am, if Vil or Cater send out a bounty for me, people will take pictures of me."

I kept muttering to myself and apparently, I was boring enough to put Grim to sleep. His sleep comments were really comforting to hear. I haven't seen him in so long. I put my hand on his head and started to scratch behind his ears.

"Sweet dreams, Grimmy. I'll try to figure out a way to get us someplace safe."

I quickly put the map stuff away before crawling into bed myself. I know that I shouldn't be letting my guard down right now but... I need a night's sleep at Ramshackle. An actual comforting place. I wrapped Grim in my arms and held him close to my chest. Finally, sleep started to claim me.

When I reopened my eyes, I wasn't staring at Ramshackle's ceiling. The roof was much too tall and too dark. I'm in Diasomnia, aren't I?

"Human! You have risen from your slumber!"

I flinched at Sebek's loud tone. Yep, I'm in Diasomnia.

"Quickly! Stand up! We must get you ready for Waka-Sama! He is expecting you for breakfast!"

Sebek grabbed my arms and pulled me up. Grim fell flat on the floor, successfully waking him up.

"Mrow! What's happenin'?!"

Grim was put on alert and surveyed the room.

"This ain't Ramshackle!"

"OUT, YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE!"

Sebek kicked Grim to the wall. Grim let out a screech of pain. I quickly ran to his side and picked him up.

"Grim! Are you okay? What's wrong with you, Sebek!?"

I turned to Sebek and gave him the biggest glare possible. He flinched and had a pitiful expression on his face.

"No, no, no! Please don't be upset with me, (Y/N)! I'm only trying to protect you!"

"The only thing that needs protection is Grim from you! I'm leaving!"

Sebek snapped back to his guard mode and gripped my wrist.

"I cannot allow that. That... feline... must be confusing you. I'll take care of him for you! Silver can help you get ready!"

Sebek pried Grim out from my arms before taking him to the window. He held Grim outside of the window frame. Grim still hadn't recovered from the kick.

"Sebek, don't!"

Sebek dropped Grim without hesitation. I rushed over to the window to only see that we were in one of the highest towers over seeing a bunch of brambles.

"No... Grim..."

"Pest taken care of! Now, I'll go get Silver."

I was mildly frozen. I couldn't bring myself to leave the window sill. I was half tempted to fall out of it as well. Just to see if Grim was really down there. A hand grabbed my arm and led me away from it.

Silver gently guided me to a mirror before walking into the closet.

"Hmmmmm... Here it is. Father did get you a proper uniform."

Silver walked back in with a Diasomnia uniform but there were some modifications made to it. The spools of thread that they have normally on a belt were weaved into a white cape that reached halfway to my bicep. The other thing is that my cap looks like Malleus'. Without the little horn details that Silver has.

"There we go. I hope that you like the cape. It was my idea."

Silver started to help me with the uniform. The shock was just starting to wear off. I tried to move away from Silver and get my original clothes back. I'm glad that I changed out of the fancy clothes that I accidentally stole from Vil before bed.

"Hey, hey... Stop moving. I want to make sure that your clothes are on properly."

Silver gripped my wrist and was quick to immobilize me. I forgot that Silver was training to become a knight. Diasomnia was a dorm full of strong magic users and strong people in general. Bad dorm to be stuck in.

"There we go. Now, let me get the rest of the uniform on."

Silver finally finished before he let me move once again. I tried to reach the door but he just linked our arms together.

"Now, now. I understand. Sebek informed me about the creature. You don't need to worry about it anymore. If you want, after breakfast, you and I can take a nap in your room. Just to calm you down."

Silver started to walk to where breakfast was. I tried to break free from him a few times but I couldn't get him to budge one inch. The doors opened and there was Malleus sitting at the head of the table.

"Silver and my little bat!"

Lilia fell from above and landed in front of Silver and me. He grabbed both of us in a hug and squeezed us tightly.

"Hello, Father."

"Ummm..."

"Thank goodness, you've arrived! Malleus was starting to worry. Come along, little bat! Take your seat."

Lilia gestured to the chair at the foot of the table. Silver unlocked his arm with mine to let me walk to my chair. I looked around the room and noticed the door on the other side of the room. Although there was one problem. Whose name was Sebek. He stood there with a proud smirk, taunting me it felt like.

I turned away from Sebek and met Malleus' gaze. It felt as if Malleus wasn't even blinking. A small push was given to me, from who, I don't know, to get my legs working. I walked to my chair and sat down. There was no food on the table which confused me. I thought it was breakfast.

"Child of Man."

I twitched my head from looking at the table to looking at Malleus. His gaze really made me feel weak and powerless.

"Yes, Horton?"

"It's a pleasure to be able to feast with you this morning. It has been quite some time since we've been able to see you last."

I only nodded my head. He was right. I've been held captive for a while. Which caused a question to pop into my head.

"Yeah, well, I've been busy with other people. Sorry for worrying you but how did you know that I came back to Ramshackle?"

"Oh, silly, little bat! Your dear big brother visited Ramshackle every night since you went missing! Just in case, you've finally decided to return home!"

Lilia answered for Malleus but that caused a shiver to run up my spine. Grim didn't mention that Malleus was visiting every night.

"Were you hurt?"

Malleus' question was sudden and it felt out of the blue. My head snapped up to look him in the eyes and it caused me to think for a bit. I don't think that I was hurt. I mean, Deuce and Kalim did cause me discomfort when they hugged me but I wouldn't count it as harm.

"No... I don't believe that I was harmed."

"Oh, little bat. You shouldn't lie to your family."

Lilia budded into the conversation once again. Floating over to Malleus.

"He... lied to us, Lilia?"

"I didn't, Horton!"

"Sebek! Silver! Calm your younger brother down."

"Yes, sir!"

Sebek and Silver moved. Silver picked me up and caught me in a hug before sitting down in my chair. Sebek then pulled out a handkerchief and tied it around my mouth.

After being sufficiently muzzled, Lilia continued with his story.

"(Y/N) was first hurt by Professor Crewel! That ungrateful professor continuously calls my dear sweet child a mutt! Little bat, I want you to know that you are so much more than a lowly mutt."

Lilia looked at me with such a warm gaze that it mildly made me forget about the position that I'm in.

"So, the nickname 'mutt' isn't a good one..."

"No, Malleus. It's basically calling him incompetent."

Malleus's eyes widen before slamming his fist down on the table.

"How dare he! Doesn't he know that the Child of Man is more competent than most on this campus?!"

"I know! Humans can hold such weird judgements of one another. The next people that hurt him were those Heartslabyul first years that he enjoys to hang out around."

"Hmmmmm, I did notice how they would always drag Child of Man into their dangerous antics before."

"Mmmhmm! They've been hurting our dear human from the very beginning!"

Lilia then continued to recall all of the different slights that people have done against me. All of the different schemes that I was pulled into, the overblots, Floyd's mistreatment during the healing process, the Scarabian kidnapping, and the one that made no sense to me, the Pomefiore photoshoot.

"Thank you, Lilia. Now, Child of Man, please. Let us enjoy breakfast."

Other Diasomnia students then walked through the doors that Sebek was originally guarding. They were carrying silver dish trays and were quick to set them down before taking their own posts along the walls. Sebek also took out the handkerchief out of my mouth. The food looked really good, which meant that Lilia didn't cook it. I tried to get my arms free to get food but Silver still hadn't let go of my arms yet.

"Ummm, Silver. Buddy. I kind of need my arms to be able to eat."

The only response that I had gotten in return was light snoring. Silver had fallen asleep with me in his arms. Normally, I thought people would loosen their grip when they fall asleep. But obviously not Silver.

"Allow me to assist you, (Y/N)!"

Sebek shouted before pulling up a chair next to mine. I felt the eyes of all the Diasomnia students watching me. Sebek cut through the pancakes that they had made before putting some up to my mouth.

"Now, open your mouth, Human."

Sebek's tone was soft for once. What is happening? Why is everybody acting like I'm an infant!?!?!?

"Open. Your. Mouth."

Sebek's harsh tone came back along with a glare. I shook my head before gritting my teeth together.

"Don't be insolent! You should be thankful that your real family is here to protect and care for you now! Unlike those false 'brothers' that abused you. Now. Let me help you with breakfast."

I kept my mouth shut.

"Awwwww, there's no reason to be fussy. Let's see. Ahhhhhh."

Lilia put his hands on either side of my jaw before pressing on it. It was quite painful and I regretfully opened my jaw. Sebek then took advantage of my pain and fed me. I tried to spit the food out but Lilia changed tactics and forced my jaw closed.

"Chew it all up! As your father, I'll have to get used to feeding you like this! Especially if you keep choosing to be fussy over nothing!"

Lilia sounded so happy while force feeding me. I was feeling very cramped with three people all around me. Eventually, I gave up and started chewing the food myself. Anything to stop the dull ache that was beginning to form in my jaw.

"Ahhh!"

"Sebek."

Sebek lowered the fork from my mouth before turning his head to Malleus.

"Yes, Waka-Sama?"

Malleus stood from his own chair and walked over.

"I want to feed the Child of Man."

I looked at Malleus with wide eyes. Sebek only nodded his head before leaving his chair for Malleus to take his seat. Malleus took the chair before picking up the fork himself.

"Ahhhhh, Child of Man."

Malleus had such a soft look in his eyes that made me feel safe? In a weird way.

"Ahhhhhh."

Malleus put the fork with the pancakes in my mouth.

"It feels nice to take care of your younger brother, doesn't it, Malleus?"

"It does, Lilia. Is this how you felt when taking care of Silver and myself?"

"Oh, yes! Taking care of those who are the most dear to you is the best feeling in the world! Make sure you treasure these moments, Malleus. They fade much too quickly."

After what felt like three hours but was actually around ten minutes, breakfast had finally concluded. The Diasomnia students, who were just watching, took the plates before leaving.

"Now. I overheard from earlier. You and Silver were going to take a nap together, right (Y/N)?"

"That was the plan, I think. Although, I don't know how much Silver is going to want to take a nap now."

"I'm always willing to take a nap with you, (Y/N)."

I jolted a bit. I didn't notice Silver waking up. I guess he really is the King of Naps.

"Perfect! Then I suppose that having a little group nap wouldn't be a bad idea! Malleus, Sebek. Are you two willing to join us?"

"I would gladly attend."

"If Waka-Sama will take a nap, then I must be there to ensure his best sleep!"

I started to think fast. Trapped in a cuddle pile won't help me get out of Diasomnia in the slightest.

"W-W-Wait a minute!"

My shout got all of the attention, which was exactly what I wanted.

"I-If we take a nap now, you guys will have to get up in a matter of minutes for class! I-I'd rather wait until you guys will be able to hang out for longer!"

The quartet of Diasomnia students just stared at me for around thirty seconds before Lilia's face gained a smirk.

"Awwwww, my baby~! So worried for your brothers' education and your own father's as well! You're such a sweet, little boy! Alright, we can wait until classes are done for today."

Lilia then clapped his hands and two other Diasomnia students appeared out of the shadows. I jumped at their appearance. Lilia then cleared his throat to address the two students.

"Please escort my little bat to his room. He will need to stay there while classes are happening. Last thing that we would need is one of those brutish students from one of the other dorms stealing (Y/N) away from his true family."

"Yes, Vice Dorm Leader Vanrouge!"

Silver let go of me and I stood up. The two students flanked me, making sure that there was little to no room for me to run away. I just gulped before walking towards where I thought that my room was located.

"We're so happy that you've finally come home, (Y/N)!"

"The whole dorm was worried sick when the rumors of you being kidnapped by the other dorms came around. Dorm Leader Draconia and Vice Dorm Leader Vanrouge were so lucky to have found you!"

"Not to mention how lucky we are! We get to spend some time with our brother too!"

The students kept talking while I tuned them out. What type of hypnosis spell went over the entire campus? Could this be some sort of attack from RSA? Although that doesn't really sound like something that they would do.

"Hold it!"

One of the students grabbed me before I opened the door to the room I was in originally.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"This isn't your room."

I slightly tilted my head.

"But this is the room that I woke up in?"

"This is Sebek and Silver's room. Your room is elsewhere."

"Follow us please!"

The first one started to walk up a bunch of stairs while the other stayed behind me.

"This room was prepared by Dorm Leader Draconia himself! He tried to make sure that it was to your liking!"

The student in front of me opened the door to what was a near replica of my Ramshackle room. If it wasn't for the fact that the view from the window showed the outside of Diasomnia, I could have swore that I was transported back to Ramshackle.

I took a few steps forward to observe the room. I wasn't expecting for the door to be shut and locked behind me. I rushed over and tried to get it to budge.

"Hey! This isn't funny!"

"Sorry, Little Brother! We all were specially instructed by Dorm Leader Draconia and Vice Dorm Leader Vanrouge to keep this door shut while we're at classes."

I stared at the door before letting go of the knob.

"We wish that you would be able to walk around Diasomnia but the threat of another dorm finding you is too large right now."

I didn't respond before just flopping down on the bed. I thought about my morning so far.

"Grim..."

Tears started to stream down my face. Anguish and anger wrapped around my heart. I clenched my fists together and started to punch the pillow while huge tears were unleashed. After a minute of just punching, I started to take deep breaths before wiping my face clear of tears. I will get out of here. For Grim!

As soon as my little pity party was done, I got up from the bed to take a look outside. The tower was quite high. I felt my fear of heights kick in and I backed away from it. I think I'd rather live here than escape that way. I decided to explore the room a bit to see if I could find something else to help me escape.

Malleus did a really good job at replicating my room, I'll give him that. Although there are a few minor adjustments. For example, the attached bathroom, the Malleus, Lilia, Silver and Sebek plushies on my bed, and what appears to be a family portrait of all five of us on the wall. They're really selling the family idea, aren't they? How did they even get a portrait like this?

"What a poor little boy."

"Who would keep him trapped in a tower?"

"Just like a little princess."

I heard new voices that I've never heard before. I started to spin my head around trying to figure out where they were coming from. Three small balls of light. Red, green and blue.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Why, we're the good fairies!"

"Please child. Explain as to why you're stuck here in such a... dreadful place?"

I thought of the best way to explain my situation.

"Well. People who I thought were my friends decided to kidnap me. 'To keep me safe' they say. Although I've never felt more trapped in my life."

"That just won't do! Listen up, boy! We'll help you out! We can give you three blessings! But you must use them wisely, okay? They will only work once."

I nodded my head. If there's one thing that I pride myself on, it's my wisdom. The red fae started to glow brighter.

"My gift shall be the gift of free falling. This will prevent any injury from falling."

The green fae was next.

"My gift shall be the gift of speed. Use this to outrun your pursuers."

Finally, it was the blue fae's turn.

"And my gift shall be the gift of invisibility. For a short period of time, your entire presence will be hidden from existence."

I gave the faes a light bow.

"Thank you so much."

"It's no problem, child. We hope that our magic will be of great assistance to you. I hope that our paths will cross again one day."

We said our goodbyes and then the faes disappeared in a poof of sparkles. I had to use these gifts wisely. I do only have one shot after all. It might be best to use them later. I don't know Diasomnia's layout well enough to plan a good escape route.

My best plan of action right now is to play along with their delusion, despite how much it would kill me. Play nicely, you get the upper hand eventually. Although now, I wish that I had asked if memories of me would be erased for the time that I would be invisible.

To pass the time, I decided to take to the bookshelf. Maybe I could learn something that would prove a use to me. A majority of the books appeared to be children's books. Despite those being quite entertaining, they weren't exactly helpful for knowledge. Although there was one that held important information.

The book was called 'Be Careful, Titinia!'. It was an entire book on things that can hurt faes or weaken them. The main things that I took note of were iron, salt, ash wood and sweets. I want to avoid using iron since it causes them direct harm while salt and ash wood only weakens their powers. Sweets can be used as a distraction.

"I don't know why I thought that they would leave a book to help me escape. They aren't dumb."

I spent the rest of the time contemplating. My life, my decisions and that stupid, STUPID fall. This is what spurred all of this unnecessary panic. At long last, a knock broke me out of my thoughts.

"(Y/N)! We've finally returned from our classes! You should have seen all of the other sniveling humans! They were so pathetic! They were crying out for you. Although, I must admit, I was annoyed by such displays. As if they thought that they were worthy of being with you."

Sebek walked in, followed by Silver. He seemed to be very proud of what he was relaying to me.

"Sounds stifling."

"Oh, it was! Such whiny creatures!"

I took a deep breath before getting into my role. I think that it would be beneficial if I played nice.

"D-Do you want a hug? I want to help cheer up my Big Bro!"

Sebek and Silver looked over at me with huge eyes. It's like they weren't expecting me to say that. A bright, pink blush appeared on Sebek's face before he started yelling.

"OF COURSE, I WOULD ENJOY PHYSICAL CONTACT, MY YOUNGER!"

Sebek then wasted no time in throwing himself at me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started to snuggle under my chin. I think that I even heard little gator squeaks coming from him.

"A-Am I allowed to join in the hugs?"

Silver looked a bit desperate while looking at me with fearful eyes. It was like he thought that I was telling him that I hate him or something.

"Of course! You're my big brother as well, Silvy!"

Silver then also gained a blush and a soft smile. He seemed to have enjoyed the nickname that I just came up with.

"Hey! If he gets a nickname, what's mine?!"

Sebek looked up at me with a pout. This is reminding me of taking care of toddlers instead of dealing with kidnappers.

"Hmmmmm."

I closed my eyes while I was running through the nicknames that I could come up with.

"Tic Toc Croc?"

Sebek wrinkled his nose at that name.

"Or maybe Bolt?"

Sebek gave a smile at that one.

"Bolt it is!"

Silver got behind me and pulled me flush against his front. So, now, I was sandwiched between the two guards. Sebek let out slight squeaks while Silver was just lightly snoring in my ear. Their warmth and the noises became a form of white noise that started to lull me to sleep.

"Awwwww, what a cute sight."

Lilia had arrived and spoke in a whisper. He jumped onto the foot of the bed frame to look at us.

"My little bat looks so sleepy~ Why don't you just close your eyes while I invite Malleus? We can have that nap that we planned earlier."

I tried to keep my eyes open to the best of my abilities. Silver actually started to sway which in turn, rocked me back and forth slightly. Lilia came back with Malleus.

"Little bat! I told you to close your eyes and sleep!"

Lilia yelled in a hushed tone. It was clear that he was slightly annoyed with me but didn't want to risk waking up Sebek and Silver.

I shook my head.

"I wanted to be awake to see Malleus."

Malleus' eyes widened a bit before he gained a huge smile.

"Child of Man..."

I think that I actually saw a few tears start to form in Malleus' eyes. He then walked over and joined us in our cuddle pile. Lilia let out a laugh before joining us as well. The amount of warmth and constant soft sounds made it even more impossible to keep my eyes open.

"Shhhhhhh~ Just close your eyes, little bat. We'll all be here when you wake up~"

I felt Lilia's fingers gently close my eyelids and from there, I was asleep. I don't know how long we napped for but when I woke up, I was the last one awake.

"Little bat! Did you enjoy your little nap? I sure hope so because Papa has a lot of plans for you!"

"Papa?"

I never even called my Dad papa.

"Yep, that's me! If you ever need something from me, call out 'Papa!' and I'll be there as soon as possible! Either way, we must continue on with our plans!"

Lilia was quick to leave the cuddle pile. Sebek and Silver were still holding on to me, almost as if they were afraid that I was going to disappear.

"Did you have sweet dreams, (Y/N)?"

Sebek was looking at me with a huge smile. It seems that the nap had really refreshed him.

"Y-yeah, although, I don't think that I really had a dream."

"We all have dreams, Child of Man. You probably just don't remember it."

Malleus was the second to get up from the cuddle pile. He also looked quite refreshed.

"Silver! Do you remember where I put the stroller?!"

I felt myself blanching at that statement. What does Lilia need a stroller for?!

"Father. I really don't think that (Y/N) needs a stroller."

"But what if he gets tired on our walk?!"

"I can carry him for you, Master Lilia!"

"Hmmm, that's an option. What would you prefer, (Y/N)?"

"I think that I would prefer if Bolt would carry me if I got tired."

I let out a noise of surprise when Sebek suddenly tightened his hold on me.

"Oookay, but next time, I'll make sure to bring the stroller. Just in case of Sebek not being there with us!"

Finally, Sebek got off of me which made it easier for me to get off of Silver. Although Silver didn't make it such an easy feat.

"Uh, Silvy? D-Don't you need to get up and ready for this walk as well?"

"Hmmmmm, yeah."

He finally stood up and took me with him. I tried to get up on my own feet but Silver was still holding me. It caused me to trip over my feet multiple times.

"I thought that we would be walking."

"We will be."

"Then... Can I walk?"

A slight blush appeared on his face before he set me down.

"I... apologize. It's just...I felt very comfortable with you in my arms."

"It's okay, Silvy."

It really wasn't. But sadly, I have a part to play. Man, if only Vil could see me now. Eeehhhh, on second thought, if only past Vil could see me now. I don't think I want to see present Vil anymore.

"Alright, boys, let's get a move on! We have to start our walk now or else we're going to be late for dinner! I don't want my children hungry for long."

Lilia walked out the door, leading the way that we're going to take. Malleus walked up to me and looped his arm around mine.

"Come along, Child of Man. Lilia will outpace all of us if we wait any longer."

I only nodded before I started moving. I ended up tugging on Malleus slightly before he matched my pace. Sebek and Silver closed the door before catching up to Malleus and I. It took us ten minutes to catch up with Lilia. Well, catch isn't the right word. Found is a better one for the fact that we had to roam the hallways of Diasomnia. We ran into so many Diasomnian students, who seemed to be more than excited to see me. Some even gave me hugs or other forms of affection.

"There you kids are! I was worried for a second that someone came in and stole (Y/N) away!"

"If there was someone so foolish enough to even attempt at taking my young kin, I would have boiled their insides before ripping them to shreds."

I gulped at Malleus' words. Having someone who is part dragon be possessive over you is worse than just having a human be possessive.

Finally, after playing the waiting game for so long, we continued on with our walk and we went outside of Diasomnia. The environment surrounding the castle was, as usual, spooky but perfect for a get away. We made it slightly deep into the forest before I decided it was time to use the other faes' gifts. I started to slow down a bit before stopping completely.

"Hmmm, what's wrong, (Y/N)?"

I took a deep breath before answering Silver.

"Just needing to tie my shoe, Silvy! I would hate to trip and fall after all!"

"Let me, (Y/N)!"

Sebek moved before I could bend down. What was the most interesting part was the fact that he untied my shoe to just redo the knot. I debated in my head to wait for a different opportunity. I decided to wait for only a little longer.

Sebek stood back up and gave me such a proud smile. I nod my head before giving Sebek my own smile.

"Thank you, Sebek. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, (Y/N)!"

Sebek turned back around and I started to take the back of the group. I watched Lilia talk animatedly while Silver was trying to avoid falling asleep. Malleus kept his posture straight and focused on our path while Sebek was scanning the forest.

They were distracted. I try to activate Blue's invisibility. I watch as blue magic sparks start at my fingertips and go down my entire body. I couldn't even see me! Using the fact that I was now invisible, I started to walk away from the group as fast as I could. I was about twenty feet away when I heard this.

"AH! (Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"What do you mean, Se- LITTLE BAT!?! WHERE DID YOU GO?!"

They had no idea where I was but I still had some way before I could reach the mirror. I start running and I know that I'm making a bunch of noise at this point. Sebek, Lilia and Malleus obviously know where I am based on noise.

I turn my head and see Lilia nearly grabbing the collar of the Diasomnia uniform that I was wearing. I let out a small scream as I dodge his grasp.

"Little bat! It isn't wise to make me mad!"

I was so preoccupied with Lilia that I nearly got hit by Sebek's baton.

"STOP RUNNING, HUMAN! BEHAVE FOR YOUR FAMILY!!"

Sebek's eyes were blazing with fury. I had to make a decision quickly. I remember that Green gave me super speed and tried to use that. I saw green flashes on my feet. Next thing that I knew was that it felt like my feet were flying out from underneath me. I was moving faster than I could really control it. I nearly ran into twenty different trees.

I felt the ground shake and noticed that Silver had actually sent a spell into the ground and it was erupting beneath me.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But I can't let you escape."

The spell caused an explosion beneath me, sending me flying into the sky. I let out a scream, my fear of heights kicked in. I heard Sebek scolding Silver for using such a spell on me.

I quickly get my brain under control and focus on using Red's free fall. I saw my body flash red and I felt more confident. I then started to glide through the air trying to get to the mirror, I could see it. I heard an air whistle and noticed that Malleus was flying straight for me.

"(YYYYY/NNNNN)!!!!!"

I narrowly avoid Malleus' dive and quickly land on the ground in front of the mirror. I watched as I blinked blue, green and red to signify that the gifts had ran out. I looked around, noting how close the four of them were before rushing into the mirror. Once in the Hall of Mirrors, I look around before choosing a mirror to hide away in.

[crazyk-imagine]

Flickering Lights and Butterflies

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Enhanced!reader

Characters: Enhanced!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Atera V, Jared Cameron, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea, Reader's sister (briefly mentioned), Unnamed Aunt (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being a butt, pack loves reader, I'm making it canon (for myself) that Quil is the shortest one of all, the guys tease the youngest members a lot, Emily is my iconic queen, I love writing for them, the pack is a wholesome and chaotic crew, this would have been so long so I broke it into two parts, I like adding Brady and Collin because they're my fun extras, my babies are causing themselves issues, literally don't know how involved I got with this, Sam knows when to listen to his luna

Word Count: 2,040

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You close your eyes and throw an arm over your head, covering the upper half of your face.

You can feel the energy from the person sitting beside you but don't move.

The crunching of the grass raising the hairs on your arms causing you to inadvertently shiver from the goosebumps.

"Are you ever going to come back inside?"

"Why should I?"

"First off, I don't want you to get a cold."

You sigh, "Emily-"

"I'm not pressuring you to come back inside but I don't want you to be cold. I don't want to lose another girl to hang out with because she was stubborn."

You scoff through your nose, lips twitching as you fight to keep your emotions in control. You push yourself up and stare up into the sky, blowing out a breath, seeing it disappear into the wind.

God it's cold.

"See, it's cold enough for you to see your breath which means it's time to come inside."

You smile at her concern, something you haven't heard in a while. "I'll be right behind you."

The knot in your shoulder tightens and the burning, tingling sensation is back. "I don't want to talk to him."

He huffs, "I'm not the bad guy here."

"You don't sound like the good guy either."

"Says you."

You push yourself off the ground and rush past him.

He grabs your arm, pulling you back.

You gasp in fear, grabbing at his hand; worried for his safety. "Get off me."

"Not until we talk."

"I don't want to talk. Let go of me." You avoid staring into his eyes.

"Give me five minutes. It's not going to hurt you."

"Let go of me."

"Look me in the eye and I will."

You shove him away and run inside. You lock yourself in the guest bathroom.

Emily runs in, glancing around in search of you. "Bathroom," she mutters.

The others enter, seeing their luna knocking on the door.

They turn to Paul who glares at the door with his arms crossed.

"What happened?" Embry asks.

"Little miss stains ran off into the bathroom."

They can see the play back in their minds and wonder what happened.

-

You hold your head in your hands, pleading to freak out. "No, no, no."

You raise your head, staring at the ceiling. "Please don't."

You can hear her pleading and assume the others are talking about you in a bad way.

You hyperventilate, unsure of how to calm down.

You hold your breath and rub your chest, mentally telling yourself you're okay and need to calm down.

The lights pop.

You don't want to go out.

-

"Sweetie. I need you to open the door. I need to see that you're okay."

Sam steps towards his fiancée. "What's happening?"

She places a hand on his arm. "Sam as much as I love you, I need you and the boys to stay in the kitchen."

He wants to ask more but can see by the look on her face, he won't get any. He nods and steps away.

She sits beside the door, "they're in the kitchen. I told them to go away."

"Emily," you whine, embarrassed.

"It's okay. If you come out, then we can take care of this."

You unlock the door after a few moments. "I am so sorry."

"I know," she opens her arms to hug you.

You immediately throw yourself into her grasp.

Paul catches slight movement from the corner of his eyes and smells the saltiness of your tears, furrowing his brows.

You two make your way back into the kitchen.

You glance at them from the corner of your eye, sensing the concern of Sam about his fiancé.

You lower your head.

Emily breaks away from Sam, mouthing that she's got this.

She places a gentle hand on your shoulders. "Do you want to go home?"

You raise your head and stare at her with a wobbly lip, tears trailing past your waterline.

She offers a gentle smile. "I'll stay with you tonight. I won't leave you alone."

"You promise?" Your voice cracks, breaking everyone's heart, namely Paul's.

She gives you an affirmative nod. "I promise. Have you ever known me to break a promise?"

You can't hold back the choking sob that escapes when you laugh.

She wraps an arm around you and pulls you out with her, heading into her old truck.

He follows behind.

As soon as you settle into the passenger seat, he tries to make his way to you. "Can I-"

She shakes her head. "Not now, Paul. She's- today's not good, okay?"

"What's wrong with her?"

She shakes her head, "I know that's not what you mean but I can't answer that because we need to go."

His eyes follow the truck as she backs out.

You look up and catch his gaze, his shoulders sag at the sight of your broken-down face.

-

You wake up and stare at the ceiling with the moonlight lighting the living room.

Emily lays asleep on the longer end of the couch, curled into the blanket since tonight's colder than it has been all week.

You push yourself up and think about everything that happened earlier in the day. You don't know whether you wish it didn't happen or if it happened sooner.

You wander into the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water.

After drinking as much as you can, you glance out the window and stare into the forest, always finding it peaceful since you were a kid... back when you two were friends.

You sigh, remembering how embarrassed you were, it was stupid but then your parents got into an accident and your sister was taken to live with your aunt in California while you were left in the care of Emily because she was your godmother and wanted nothing more than to keep you in Folks.

She tried all she could to keep you two together, but your mom's sister fought harder for your sister.

You know Paul probably doesn't even know why you were so upset or what happened since a proper funeral didn't take place, you don't even know if he knows.

You blink and you’re back to reality, no longer stuck in memory lane and find a wolf near your house.

It's him, you know it.

There's no other reason a wolf would be nearby at this time of night, intensely staring at your house or you.

You turn away, unsure of what to do about everything that's happened.

You step back into the living room, checking on Emily, smiling when you see she's still asleep.

You wipe the stray tear that trickles down your cheek, thinking back to when you and your sister would stay in the living room for your sister hangouts.

A shadow moving near the door alarms you, causing you to turn and investigate.

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, wanting to curse him out.

You carefully unlock the door and step outside, making sure to grab your key beforehand, in case you get locked out.

The last thing you need is Paul to try and get you back inside and/or scare the daylight out of Emily because of him.

You sigh, crossing your arms. "What do you want?"

His eyes are drawn down towards your chest at your movements before trailing back to your annoyed expression, something he finds himself falling more and more for.

"If you’re just going to oogle me like a piece of meat, I'm going back inside."

His hands grab your wrist, stopping you before you can step closer to the door. "No- I- I didn't come here for that."

"What did you come for?" You snatch your wrist back from him.

The porch light buzzes, you pray this doesn't take long.

"I wanted to talk."

"Then talk."

"Could we skip the attitude?"

"The only one here with the attitude is you."

"Says the one who keeps running when I open my mouth."

"It was a bad idea coming out here to talk to you, just go, Paul."

He sighs.

The light pops, breaking above you.

You flinch, raising your arm to cover your face and slowly dropping it so the pieces of light don't cut your skin.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you away from the mess. "Hey, hey," he cups your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

You avoid making eye contact with him.

"Stop fighting me and look at me."

You turn your head and find his concerned expression to be the most breathtaking thing you've ever seen.

His eyes are drawn the red line across your cheek. "Your-"

Emily opens the door, staring at the two of you and looks to the side, finding the mess. "You two get inside so I-"

Paul shakes his head, "I'll do it. You take care of her."

-

"You need to tell him."

"I don't have to tell him."

"He's your best friend."

"Was my friend but then he started growing up and became a butthead."

"Boys who like someone are mean to them because they have the emotional capacity of a stick."

You owlishly blink, listening to the phrase she said. "Yeah, I know. He's prime example number one."

"Not all relationships are perfect."

"That's true and we're not in one."

"Maybe he can help you?"

"With what?"

"Your issue."

You shake your head, "no. He's not helping me."

"He's the only one who doesn't know."

"The other guys don't know."

"I think out of all the boys, other than Sam, Quil might know what happened, other than that they don't."

"And I don't know them."

She sighs, "is this really the attitude you're going to have towards the one the universe decided was yours?"

You pretend to think about it for a second. "Yep."

-

You step out of the hall, watching him try and remember where to put the broom. "Give it." You put it back in its place. "Thanks."

"It was no big deal. I didn't want you to get hurt."

You roll your eyes. "That."

"What?"

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Why do you think?"

The question holds no attitude even though the phrase seems like it.

"I don't know because you won't talk about it."

"Do you- nevermind."

"No, tell me."

"I don't want to do this right now, Paul. Please, go home."

"No," he stands his ground, tired of you pushing him away. "What happened with us because one second we're friends and the next we're not."

"Did you ever think maybe you acting like a dick was reason enough?"

"You're blaming me?" His shoulders tense up.

Emily notices and eyes him from the couch.

"I didn't make fun of my friend and get the other kids to join in on the tormenting, you did that easily enough."

"I didn't mean to. I told you-"

"That was not joking around, and you blatantly made fun of me."

"I- I didn't know any better. I was a kid."

"Just because you were a kid, doesn't mean you didn't have a brain, you just had to use it. You know those kids are ruthless and mean then you joined in with them."

"I didn't think they were close to me."

"They hated me."

"Everyone hated everyone, girls were gross then."

You scoff, looking away to hide the fact that that day was the beginning of the end for you as you tear up. "I don't want to talk to you anymore," you tell him wiping your cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

"Do you even know how long that stupid nickname has stuck around, even now because you still use it?"

"It's cute."

"It's annoying. I don't like it and you still bully me."

"It's not bullying if it's endearing."

"Try the opposite."

"Okay," he sighs, "I'll stop using it."

"I'm happy the two of you are acting like your friends again but it's almost two in the morning and I'm tired."

"I'm off patrol and it's raining."

"Convenient," you mumble.

He smiles, staring at you as you plop beside Emily. "The lights are still working."

"I noticed." She places her hand on the back of your head and mindlessly pats your head.

You fight to keep your eyes open, listening to the two talking while you're becoming more and more relaxed.

-

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Continue to: Part II

Paul Lahote Master List

[resi4skz]

Title: Starstruck (pt2)

Pairings: idol!Chan x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, bike s*x

‼️MDNI‼️

Part 1 , Part 3

"Right in here, please," I say as I put a checkmark on the list of things to put away before closing the bakery. "I need everything to go smoothly as possible on Monday."

"Why are you so snappy?"

I turn, giving Luna a confused look. "I'm not snappy."

"Uh huh," she rolls her eyes as she took off her apron. "Let's go before you start hyperventilating about seeing their fanmeet in about," she glances at her wrist watch, "3 hours."

"I don't know what to wear."

"Alright. Let's go."

"Where we going?"

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We arrived at the venue an hour earlier and we showed the tickets to the vendor. "Ah, right this way please." He leads us to a different enterance and I glance at the back, seeing others standing in line with merch.

"But-"

"Ma'am, these are VIIP tickets. It gives you access to backstage."

"Okay. He's definitely going in the good books," Luna says smiling.

"Jeez, how much do you think he spent of these tickets?"

"Honestly? Probably a lot, but who knows?" She shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe he got them knowing you were coming."

Fuck. How do you expect to me to act after knowing this information?

We walk around the staff and stand just right to the main stage. The butterflies in my stomach right now is nothing compared to what it would've been watching them from the front. This was their 4th fanmeet and I couldn't have been more happier for them. They have achieved so much in the past 6 years.

"Okay, wow. This is awesome," Luna says, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Are you sure I'm wearing the right clothes?"

"Yes, now stop fussing over it!"

She made me wear a black corset with black skirt, boots and a leather jacket. My hair was down in loose curls. Okay, maybe she does have some taste.

"Hey, you made it."

I turn around and I'm again blown away by he man in front of me. He was wearing a blue coat and pants with white shirt underneath, topped with black boots. And his hair was styled in a wavy look. And damn, he looked good. "I hope no one gave you trouble coming inside?"

"Uh, no. Everything went smoothly," I replied. I felt a poke on my arm. "Ah, right. This is my best friend, Luna."

"Oh, hi Luna. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," she waves nervously at him. I roll my eyes. Why did I even bring her with me?

Then more guys appear behind him. Oh my god. It's them. Leeknow, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N. The whole gang is here. Holy cannolli. This isn't real life.

"Alright, we gotta go. It's time for us to go on the stage," Chan states. For a second, I felt his eyes trail over me, my attire but he turned around and walked away with the group. I blinked, asking myself what happened.

But he turned around and walked straight to me. He takes my hand and says, "I'll see you later?"

I nod.

He smiles, his dimples on display. He leans in, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. "See you later, babygirl," he says, winking at me before sprinting back.

"Did he just....kiss you on the cheek? Wait. Am I dreaming?" Luna pinches her arm and hisses in pain. "Definitely not dreaming. Holy shit."

Holy shit was right.

Because their fanmeet was a success. They played small games, did dance challenges, did a lot of performances and by the end of it all, they were still happy and energetic. I don't think I've ever seen them be this happy before.

And their performances? Just wow. And with Chan in a sleeveless top? Those arms made me weak in the knees. "Stop drooling."

I sigh, feeling those butterflies again. "Luna, I'm not drooling."

"Is it me or is he only looking at you?"

"Who?" I asked as I follow the direction she pointed at. He's smiling, but his eyes show something else, something desperate as he looks at me. He disappears in the back rooms, probably to change and freshen up.

"Okay. You have my permission," Luna nods.

"Permission?" I blinked at her.

"To get thoroughly fucked by h-oompf."

I cover her mouth with my hand. "Are you insane?!"

She pries my hand off. "Do you not want to? You do know who he is, even as the biker tiktok dude."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you that."

"Hey, I would've found out either way. But the question still remains."

"Which is?"

"Do you like him? Enough to take you, sweep you off your feet?"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"Oh. Here he comes."

He walks over, wearing all black. Very similar clothing to mine. "Ready?"

"Uh, are we leaving?"

"Yes. You and me. I wanna take you for a ride."

I look at Luna then back at him. I feel her hand on my back, giving me a little push. He grabs my hand, intertwining it with his own as we walk away, sprint more like, away from the book. "Wait. What about the res-" He stops, turns around and cups my face, he takes advantage of my surprised expression and swoops in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he smiles down at me before grabbing my hand again and walking outside.

What just happened?

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*CHAN'S POV*

The roar of the engine filled the night air as I zoomed down the empty road, the darkness engulfing me like a comforting shroud. The pair of gloves hands around my waist felt more comfortable than riding my bike alone. Her hands were small but god, did they feel good against me.

My headlights cut through the blackness ahead, illuminating the twisting road as it disappeared into the distance. The cool night air whipped against my helmet, the only sound besides the thundering of the engine. I was going to the place I had found a few weeks ago, where I could be this tiktok personality I made for myself.

I felt her arms tightened around me. Maybe she wasn't used to bike rides? Flashes of streetlights and neon signs painted the surroundings in streaks of light, blurring past in a colorful whirlwind. The occasional silhouette of a building or tree flashed by, casting eerie shadows in my path.

As I leaned into the curves, the sensation of speed combined with the solitude of the empty road created a thrilling sense of freedom. But with her behind me, it was more than freedom. I had been waiting for this day. I wanted to see her again because when I dropped her off at her place the other day, all I wanted to do was rip off that dress she wore.

It was then I knew that I was fucked. 100% fully fucked.

The city lights glimmered in the distance, a distant beacon guiding us on our journey through the night. In that moment, it was just me, my bike, Y/N and the open road stretching out before us—an endless expanse of possibility and adventure.

As I take a turn, I felt her hands wandering. Any lower, it would be dangerous territory. I grab her hand and squeeze. A warning. But as I speed off into the highway, her hands slide down low. Lower. Until they've reached their destination.

The little minx.

Through my tight jeans, she uses her hands to grab my clothed dick and gives it a rub. Fuck. My hand tightens as I try to maintain my hormones at bay level till we were at the destination.

5 minutes.

She gives it another rub and I almost crash. This is going to be harder than I thought.

4 minutes.

I swerve into the left lane, as the traffic was faster and I wanted nothing more to reach the location faster than I had originally planned.

3 minutes.

I groan as her hands slide up and down a bit quicker. I grip her hand, stopping it.

2 minutes.

Reaching around my back, I find her ass cheek and gives it squeeze. Hard. I feel her jerk towards my back.

1 minute.

Taking a left turn, I see the familiar abandoned cliff as her hand reaches down again. I curse as I increase the speed of my bike. I need to get there faster.

30 seconds.

Slowing down the bike, I, very gently, park the bike.

15 seconds.

Turning off the ignition, I wait till she's off the bike. Then I climb off, unbuckle the clasp of my helmet before taking it off as she also takes her helmet off.

5 seconds.

I stare at her till she's composed herself. Then I'm on her.

*Y/N POV*

I don't get time to breathe as he's on me within seconds, our helmets long forgotten on the ground. Lips and teeth clashing as his hands slide around my back, giving it a slight push towards him. I felt his hardness on my lower tummy. "Wait," I lightly push him away. "I need to breathe."

His delicious mouth travels down to my jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "Mmm, Channie," I moan as he sucks and bites a spot on my neck.

"You little minx," he breathes against my mouth. His hands travels to my hair and grabs a bunch before yanking on it lightly making my head tilt up a bit. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"I may know on some leve-, ah," I let out a yelp when he yanks on my hair.

"Brat." He growls, attacking my neck with wet kisses and biting the delicate skin. "I had to tell the boys I was going for my nightly rides," he gives a long sniff before coming up. "But they don't know I was going with you."

Fuck.

I'm then hoisted up on the bike as he settles himself between my legs and kisses me again. His kisses are desperate and dominating. I reach for his jeans when his hands grab my arm. "Nuh uh, baby." He makes me stand and spins me around. "I need to be inside you."

"But, ah!" I moan as his palm makes contact with my right ass cheek as he bends me over.

He wastes no time and removes my black panties from under my skirt. "Damn. You're perfect." I hear something ripping which I think was a condom wrapper.

And then, in one swift motion, he snaps his hips into me. My eyes roll back in my head as I groan at his girth, feeling the stretch. "Fuck," I groan. I've imagined this moment in my delusional mind but this was beyond my dreams. "How are you this big?"

"Fuck, you're so tight," he moans as he pulls out completely before snapping his hips against me. "This cunt was made for me, fuck you feel so good."

"Chan."

He gradually picks up speed as his hand travel around my waist towards my throbbing clit. The only sound you could hear was our heavy breathing, into the darkness surrounding us. I felt the tight knot in my lower belly ready to burst. "Chan, please."

"Fuck, yes!" He grunts, now slamming into me. "You're close, aren't you? You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me?"

I nod my head. "Yes!"

His fingers rubs my clit and I see stars in front of my eyes as my climax hits me the hardest, my legs shaking but he doesn't stop. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum." His hips ram into me a few more times before he stills, spilling his seed into the rubber.

We stay like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths. He finally pulls out and I groan at the odd feeling. I try to move but my legs refused to budge. "Uhm."

I hear him zipping up his jeans. "You okay?"

"I can't move."

"What?"

"My legs."

He softly chuckles as he walks over and grabs both my arms, lifting me up. I shriek. "Put me down!"

"Hold still!"

He turns me around and puts me on the bike with my legs hanging over. Placing his hands on the lower part of my legs, he gently starts massging them. "Good?"

"Hmm," I savour the feeling coming back to my legs. "You should've started with this first."

"Oh, really?"

The nerve of this guy, showing me his dimples. "I'm a sucker for massages."

"Noted," he says as he comes up, face to face. "Say, what are you doing next weekend?"

"Why, you wanna take me a on a date?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Well, considering how this date went, I might agree to it."

"Brat," he pecks my lips before he picks up the helmets and hands me mine. "You're more than welcome to feel me up again once we're on the road."

My cheeks heat, my blush making its permanent stay on my entire face. "Wha....I wasn't feeling you up!"

"Uh huh," he says wearing his helmet and grins turning his head towards me. "And I didn't give you the best sex of your life just now."

I narrow my eyes at him as I hop off to let him sit first. As he turns on the ignition, I climb on behind him. He grabs my hands and places them around his waist. And the we were off, into the same darkness that surrounded us mere minutes ago.

Who knew I would be startstruck by the guy I watched on my laptop and phone was interested in me? And the biker dude? Oh man. If only the world knew what we just did.....

A/N: wtf did I just write 💀

[hayanwulf]

Let go of the guilt

Tony loomed tall in front of him, wearing the Iron Man armor.

“I just wanted to be like you,” Peter whispered, head hanging low, his tone meek.

“And I wanted you to be better.”

Suddenly a metallic hand clamped around Peter’s throat and lifted him up. Peter’s eyes widened as he sucked in a choked breath, and when he looked up, he was not looking at the face of his alive, healthy mentor, no. What he saw instead was a corpse, sick and rotten, insects crawling out of its eye socket. Even the armor was rusty and decayed, and in all the places the armor was missing, Peter only saw putrid bones.

“If you were good enough,” the corpse spoke, its jaw moving, the voice so distorted that it was not even recognizable, “maybe I would still be alive.”

Peter couldn’t breathe. Oh god, his throat was being squeezed and he couldn’t breathe. He desperately clawed at the metal arm, trying to get away from it, but it made no difference. Oh god he was going to die—

Peter gasped and woke up with a start, his hands immediately flying to his throat.

A dream— no. A nightmare. A goddamn nightmare. Of the worst kind.

He wheezed, trying to suck in a breath, but god, it was so difficult that he might as well have been choking. He couldn’t breathe. He tried and tried, until he was finally able to force ragged breath through his heavy throat.

He didn’t realize when exactly, but at some point the hyperventilations turned into wheezes of cry, thick tears pouring out of his eyes. His face was wet and disgusting, the pillow was damp, his throat felt rough. He didn’t care. He just continued to silently cry into his pillow.

He wanted this to stop. He wanted to go somewhere, to someone. Who could he even go to? Not Aunt May. She had her own problems to deal with. That left only MJ and Ned. Why bother them? They had their own problems too.

Everyone had their own things to deal with. Why couldn’t Peter deal with these stupid nightmares by himself? Why did he always feel like shit?

He lay there for a long while, thinking about everything and nothing as his sobs tapered off into hiccups. It didn’t make a huge difference when it came to feeling like shit.

He reached for his phone on the table next to his bed and opened it.

2:53 am, the time read. It was going to be a long while before the sun would rise.

He put the phone back and turned his body to the other side, trying to idly think about nonsensical things, but his thoughts kept circling back to the horrifying image he had just seen with closed eyes.

He wondered if he could go to any of the Avengers with his problems, if they would welcome him. Would they understand? They would, right?

But then it wasn’t like Peter was particularly close to any of them. The only Avenger he’d known at all had been..

He shook that thought away.

Which failed apparently, because his mind drifted back to the time he had last been with him. To the gruesome battlefield where they had fought for half of all life, and he had stood at the center of it all, half kneeling on the ground, wielding six lights of unimaginable power as he stared down The Inevitable and said, fuck you.

Peter’s lips quivered and he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting further and deeper, into all of the last memories with him, on Titan, and on that spaceship.

..Doctor Strange.

Peter did know another Avenger, he realized. But it wasn’t as though he could even show his sorry face to the doctor.

Not after what he’d done on the funeral day.

“You have no right to be here.”

The words had left Peter’s mouth before he could have really thought about it.

The sun was low on the horizon and the sky was rapidly turning orange. Everyone else had gone back into the house long ago. Everyone but Peter and Doctor Strange, who stood frozen in their places by the lakeside, had stood there ever since watching the arc reactor float away on the water.

Peter felt more than heard when Strange took a deliberate breath.

“I know,” the doctor said.

“Then why are you?” Peter asked, a vindictive edge to his voice.

Strange exhaled a quiet sigh, eyes firmly trained on the horizon.

Peter waited, and waited. But no answer followed.

He felt anger bubble inside of him with each silent moment that passed. It boiled and boiled, until his insides felt like they were burning up.

He turned to the sorcerer.

“You did this.”

The doctor closed his eyes, and raw pain flashed in his face.

“I did.”

Peter recoiled a little at such an easy admission, and his anger only flared, seething right beneath the surface.

“You took him from his family. From the world. From me.”

Did he even realize that? Did he have any idea how much it pained to lose a father figure? Did he even care about Tony’s life?

“I’m sorry,” Strange whispered, as though the apology would magically fix everything. As though it would bring Tony back.

Peter’s restraint on his anger broke.

“No you’re not!” He yelled at the sorcerer. “You didn’t care about him. He was just an expendable life to you. You used him. You killed him.”

Strange flinched. He opened his eyes, and finally, finally looked at Peter. “I swear to you on my sister, if there was any other way possible, I would have done it. I would have saved Tony wit—”

“You’re lying!” Peter spat. “You’re a coward. Why couldn’t it be you wielding the stones? Why him? If you already knew everything that was going to happen, why couldn’t you have done it yourself!?”

“I would have, Peter,” Strange said, no, begged. “If I could, I would have. There was no other w—”

“Stop saying that!” Peter shouted at the top of his lungs. A sob racked his throat as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. He ignored the tightness in his throat, ignored the way his eyes seemed to burn, and continued. “You lack imagination. You just wanted an easy way out, so you could become the hero. You didn’t care about him. And you have audacity to come here, to stand here among the people who actually loved him, to pretend like you care? And then you stand over here for hours as if losing him was your personal loss? Like he was anything to you?”

By the time Peter was done, he was panting heavily, emotions swirling in a powerful whirlwind inside of him. He realized, then, that Strange’s gaze was on the ground, his shoulders hunched in. Gone was the powerful, confident man whom Peter had watched pull impossible feats with magic. Now, he looked small. Vulnerable.

And he said nothing.

Light footsteps from behind caught Peter’s attention. He looked down just as Morgan caught a hand of his with her soft, tiny fingers.

“Petey, mum wants you to eat the snacks. Come with me?”

Peter looked at the house behind them.

Pepper and Happy were watching him, them, through the window. Peter had no doubts that they had heard most of the conversation. And they had sent Morgan for a clear message to him.

Leave the man be.

Oh, Peter would leave him, alright. He would leave and he would never go back to Stephen Strange, ever again.

He would never forgive the man.

He wrapped his hand around Morgan’s tiny one, and allowed her to drag him away, never looking back at the sorcerer.

Peter hadn’t meant that.

God, he hadn’t meant any of that. And now he’d never been able to work up the courage to apologize to the wizard, like the coward he was. How could he, after basically accusing the man of killing his mentor?

Hindsight, 20/20.

Strange probably really hated him now and didn’t want to see his face either.

Peter turned himself in his bed again, readjusting his position. He should stop mulling and try to catch some more sleep. He had school in a few hours.

He turned and twisted a few more times, trying to find a comfortable position.

He sighed in frustration, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A thought kept nagging at the back of his mind.

‘You did this.’

‘I did.’

He pursed his lips.

‘If you were good enough, maybe he would still be alive.’

He abruptly got up.

Does he still blame himself? Peter wondered.

Like he did, with himself.

He bit his lip.

He got out of his bed, put on a thick jacket, grabbed his Spidey mask from the closet, and put it on his face before pulling the hoodie over his head.

He opened the window of his room.

Before he could second-guess himself, he hopped out.

It was 3 past midnight, and the suburbs of Queens were deep in slumber. He swung across the sleeping city, towards Manhattan, where a lot more light shone across the never asleep skyline. On his way he webbed up a couple of muggers, but made it quick and didn’t linger.

It wasn’t long before he arrived at Greenwich Village. Bleecker Street.

The street was more asleep than the majority of Manhattan. Only street lamps lit the place and it was quiet & peaceful in the immediate neighborhood.

Even though this was Peter’s first time being here, he could somehow tell which building was it. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the said building had a large window with the same pattern Peter had seen on the wizard’s necklace.

But mostly, he suspected, it was just an instinctual pull.

As he stood at the ancient building’s porch though, Peter felt a little sheepish, scratching his upper arm as he looked around with an unsure stance.

It was 3 past midnight. What was he thinking, coming here dead in the middle of the night? That the doctor would be awake? That he would be all warm and welcoming to Peter and would listen to his oh-so-important problems? All of that, after everything Peter had said to the doctor that day?

Peter was an absolute fool.

He turned away to leave, but just as he did so, the door opened with a creak. Surprised, Peter turned to it again.

And found Doctor Strange standing at the door in pajamas, gaze on Peter.

“Uhm..” He sheepishly scratched the back of his masked head. “Sorry. You.. you can.. Wait. Were you awake at this hour?”

“No,” Strange said, his intense eyes that gave away no emotion still fixated on Peter. “I woke up when I felt your presence.”

“Oh.” Peter looked down and fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket. “I— Really sorry sir, I was just walking by. Sorry for waking you, I’ll just leave—”

“Peter.”

The word was spoken so softly, barely above a whisper, that it wouldn’t have been audible to a normal human. Peter did hear though, and he looked up.

“Come in,” The doctor said, and then moved inside, leaving the door open.

Peter once looked around the quiet street, and then sighed, walking in.

The doors closed by themself once he was in, and he briefly whirled around to stare at them before he took the liberty to take off his mask.

Doctor Strange was near the cozy looking hearth. He flicked one hand towards the fireplace and brilliant orange flames burst to life.

“Tea?” He casually asked as he sat down on one of the couches, gesturing Peter to take a seat as well. Ass if nothing was wrong. As if he wasn’t talking to someone who had practically spat on his face the last time they had seen each other.

Peter felt shame twist in his gut as he looked down, fiddling with his web shooters.

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Juice? Hot chocolate?”

“I’m really sorry,” Peter blurted, looking up.

“For what?”

“I.. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean any of that.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “That you.. that you don’t care.” That you killed him. “That you did all of it. It was wrong of me to say those things to you, and I understand if you just want want me to leave..” He tapered off.

The last point was obviously not true, he wagered, seeing as he was standing inside the Sanctum at an ungodly hour, invited there by the man himself who had simply woken up when he’d felt Peter’s presence nearby. Apparently.

Nonetheless, the wizard had all the right to be upset with Peter.

Strange, however, kept staring at him for a long moment before he spoke, “Peter. You came here at 3 in the morning.. to apologize?”

Peter shrugged, biting his lip. “I just..” He looked down and took a moment to find his words, then looked up at the doctor. “I remembered that you blamed yourself too.”

An odd emotion flickered in the doctor’s eyes, but it was gone too quickly for Peter to grasp. The doctor got up and walked closer to Peter. “You have nothing to apologize for, Peter. There was very little you said that day that wasn’t the truth. Now, what do you mean, ‘too’?”

Peter shook his head. “But it wasn’t. I was just angry and hurting and.. I wanted to hurt you because it felt like I was the only one hurting..” Peter was vaguely aware that his voice was growing more shaky by the moment. But he found that he couldn’t stop, not now, even though he couldn’t find words. “But you were standing there like.. I don’t know. I know this all sounds so messed up because nothing gives me the right to accuse you like—”

Peter was engulfed in a warm embrace, the long hands wrapping across his back and his face half-buried on the older man’s collarbone.

“I know,” the doctor whispered, running a hand over Peter’s head. “I know. It’s alright, Peter.”

“I’m sorry..” Peter said, not quite able to hold back his sobs as he wrapped his own arms around the doctor.

“I know. I never held anything against you. Your anger with me is justified.”

Peter shook his head as he broke them apart, wiping at his tears. “It’s really not, Doctor Strange.”

“Stephen. Call me Stephen.”

“Okay.. Stephen. I know you cared about him too. I know that you blamed yourself then, and that you blame yourself now for choosing this outcome. But you said it yourself, it was the only way.”

“And I wish with all my heart and soul that it wasn’t. But it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day, I brought us where we are now.”

Peter shook his head, and he offhandedly wondered just how many times he needed to shake his head before the doctor would understand. “I don’t blame you. No one blames you. You shouldn’t blame yourself either.”

Stephen let out a tired sigh, like it was something he had heard a thousand times. “We can agree to disagree on that. Now,” He took Peter’s hand, guided them over to the couch and sat them down. “What did you mean, when you said you remembered that I blamed myself ‘too’?”

Peter pursed his lips and looked away.

“Peter, please tell me. Why do you believe it was somehow your fault that he died?”

Peter swallowed, staring down at his lap. He still remembered how the weight of that gauntlet had felt, held there. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I had it, y’know. The gauntlet.. I had it for a long time. If.. if I had just thought of using it first..” It could have saved him. It could have saved the world without sacrificing her most precious hero. He could have been with his wife and daughter right now, living a happy life.

What an idiot Peter had been, to not even have thought of the idea first. If only he had, if only—

Stephen’s hand on his chin made him look up, and in the doctor’s eyes, he found an intense whirlwind of emotion.

“That wasn’t meant to be you, Peter. That was always meant to be him. Even if, by some cosmic miscalculation you had been the one to wield the gauntlet, he would not have been able to live in a world without you.”

“And you think I can live in a world without him?” He asked bitterly.

Grief seeped through Stephen’s eyes. “Neither can I, Peter. But losing you, it would have torn him apart in the worst possible way.”

Peter looked away. He didn’t believe that. It would have been much better if Peter had been the one to die that day.

He had deserved a life of happiness, and had never gotten one.

“Come with me.” Stephen got up, and did that thing with his hands that Peter recognized as the gesture for making portals.

When the portal formed, the other side opened into the view of that lawn and the backdrop of forest that Peter knew all to well.

His grave.

Cold Upstate winds blew in through the portal as Stephen stepped through. Peter followed slowly. When the portal closed, he turned around and saw the lakeside house behind them, in the distance.

Stephen brought a hand close to his chest, and Peter watched in awe as golden magic was weaved into physical shape, until the doctor held a gorgeous blossom in his hand.

“Here,” Stephen passed him the beautiful branch of small, pinkish-white flowers.

“Mountain laurel?” Peter asked, not quite able to hide the curiosity in his voice as he accepted it. He would have expected something like roses or lilies.

“They were.. his mother’s favorite,” Stephen said. “Tony himself was never big on flowers.”

Peter glanced up at the doctor. “How do you know that?”

A pained look crossed his face for a moment. “I know a lot many things that I have no right to know, Peter.”

Peter looked down at the flowers in his hand as he bit his lower lip, and gave a slow nod.

“They.. also mean perseverance,” Stephen added.

Perseverance.

Because Iron Man never gave up.

Peter looked up at the gravestone that had his name etched on it.

Tony Stark, it read. A loving husband, devoted father, and loyal friend

There were no words written about his heroism. No phrases praising his sacrifice for this universe or putting him on a golden pedestal of impossible heights. Not even anything about his unparalleled genius.

No, Peter realized at that moment. It wasn’t Iron Man who persevered. It was Tony Stark who always kept fighting, who got punched down and always pulled himself back up, who looked death straight in the eyes and beckoned her forward. All of that, so that his family and friends could be safe.

“Peter. Do you know why he invented time travel?”

“To bring everyone back,” he replied without much thought. Because that was the obvious reason, wasn’t it?

“No.”

A hand landed on his shoulder and gently tugged at him. Peter turned to look Stephen straight in the eyes.

“He did it to bring you back.”

Peter pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down, shaking his head. “I’m not special. He did it for everyone.”

“Look at that,” Stephen said, turning his eyes towards the gravestone, and Peter’s eyes followed. “He had his wife and a daughter. He had all of his friends. He had everything he could’ve needed to move on with his life. Why would he want to risk it all to bring the snapped ones back?”

“Why are you telling me this?” Peter spoke, and it was then that he realized his voice was wet and quivering.

Stephen put a hand on his chin, coaxing him to look back at the sorcerer. “Because I need you to understand. It’s not your fault that he’s dead. He did it for you, Peter. So you could live a full life. That title of devoted father, it is for you as much as it is for Morgan.”

Peter was shaking his head before Stephen had even finished his last sentence, as thick, hot tears streamed down his face. Stephen silently wrapped his hands around him, and Peter hugged him back with all the force he could use without possibly hurting the doctor.

“You need to let go, Peter. It wasn’t your fault. It was his choice.”

Peter shifted his head in the embrace to glance sidelong at the doctor’s face. “Why does it sound like you don’t really believe your own words?”

Stephen exhaled a quiet sigh, closing his eyes. “It was my choice first.”

Peter broke them apart. “Now you’re just being hypocritical. You don’t get to tell me to not blame myself and then continue to blame yourself.”

Stephen shrugged, unperturbed. “Guess I’ve always been a hypocrite. Must be a Sorcerer Supreme thing.”

Peter wiped a hand over his fresh tears and glanced down at the flowers in his hand. He wasn’t going to stand for the doctor’s bullshit. Resolve had formed in his mind when he looked up again. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll stop blaming myself if you stop blaming yourself.”

Stephen gave a conflicted look. “I can’t. It’s my penance.”

“Penance for what? Saving the universe!?”

The doctor looked helpless, his eyes flickering to the grave and to the sparsely green ground. “For sacrificing the life of the man I..”

He didn’t complete his sentence. Peter couldn’t decipher what he was trying to say, but he could see in the older man’s eyes that whatever it was, it meant a lot to him.

“Bold of you to ask me to do something which you yourself can’t,” Peter muttered.

Stephen shook his head. “We’re not in the same position, Peter.”

“Look. I.. I get it, you can’t let go of it. ‘Cause I can’t either. But can you at least promise that you’ll.. try? If you can do that.. I’ll try with you, too.”

Stephen sighed. “We’re both terrible at that, aren’t we.” His eyes fell to the gravestone, and an incredibly raw emotion showed in his eyes. It.. it wasn’t quite the expression of letting go, but it felt like a first step of sorts. “Alright.. I’ll try.”

Peter gave a small nod. It wasn’t going to be easy, for either of them. He knew. But maybe, just maybe, they would be able to get through it. Together.

He turned to the grave, holding the flowers firmly against his chest.

A thought crossed his mind, though, and he stopped himself there.

The older man needed this more than him.

“Stephen?”

The doctor glanced at him.

He held out the flowers towards the doctor. “I think you should give him these.”

Stephen didn’t move from his place for a long moment, but when he did, he took the flowers wordlessly and walked up to the grave.

Peter watched as he gracefully lowered himself on his knees in front of the markings, brought the flowers up to his face to drop a gentle kiss on it, like it was a special gift he was giving to a lover, and then lowered the gorgeous cluster to the ground.

He slowly got up, and carefully walked backwards, his eyes never leaving the markings.

“Shall we go back, then?” He asked, and only then did he turn to face Peter.

Peter inclined his head in agreement. “Yeah.”

A bright orange portal was opened, leading back to the Sanctum. Stephen went through first, and Peter followed. He turned around to watch the portal close, taking one last glance at the scene.

Just before the portal fizzled into nothingness, he saw one tiny dash of blue near the grave.

A little butterfly perched on the flowers.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Can you write one where Y/n passes out during a bad argument with Overhaul? She gets too overheated and then bam hits the ground.

Despite the many flaws the man had you still loved him with all of your heart, and you knew he loved you as well despite of your own flaws. He showed that through actions, not words.

But God dammit, sometimes you wished he wasn't such a fucking arrogant jerk sometimes.

If by any means, Kai Chisaki was the most stubborn man you ever met. When he put something inside that thick skulls of his; nothing, I meant NOTHING can make him change his mind sometimes. Especially if he thinks is the best decision.

Which lead you both right here on this argument. You just didn't saw the damn reason why he insisted on selling drugs even though he didn't liked or Pops approved of it.

But no. He continued. So that's why you slammed the door of where he was as soon as you got to know he was back from another deal.

"Kai I swear to God we talked about this!" You seethed as he just continued to clean his hands.

"Good afternoon to you too angel." He spoke monotonously but you got the slight bit of annoyance coming from his voice.

"I swear why do you keep doing this?" You sighed while rubbing rubbing your temples, a way to try to ease yourself "is not the first not the second time someone had to scold you for doing shit like these!"

His eyes squinted close a bit as his eyebrows frowned, that comment struck a nerve on him and you knew it.

"By doing "shit" like this, I start to earn more money and more respect ti the Shie Hassaikai." He spoke nonchantly but still glaring at you as you crossed your arms "Don't act like you know better than I do with these sort of business."

Oh that asshole.

"Excuse me?!"

"It seems like you understood what I said just fine." He growled while standing up to look down at you.

So basically from just a few dry comments the argument turned from 8 to 80 pretty quickly. While usually your discussions were always quiet and controlled, this one was not that type... you raised your voice, then he started to raise his voice too.

You didn't knew how much time you both were screaming against each other. Both were exhausted and stressed, you from his doings and worry about him while Chisaki was stressed due to his constant works and the feeling of being useless to thr boss he wanted to show his gratitude ever since he was little.

"You're insufferable." He growled while turning his back to you as you started to laugh at him.

"Oh yeah says the hypocrite now." You bite back but now you started to feel a bit... hot.. hot in the chest...

"Can you shut your damn mouth for just one second?!" He hissed running his gloved hand down his face "I am the one who is going to be leader soon, I KNOW what I am doing."

"You know is not right neither of Pops wishes." You muttered, having to put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself... the feeling was getting stronger, it was like you were suffocating....

"HOW CAN YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT SOMETHING IS MOT RIGHT EVEN YOU DONT KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT THIS?!" He finally shouted loud enough "STOP TRYING TO STEP OVER ME. YOURE NOTHING-"

"Kai stop-" you whimpered as he got closer as he huffed... why was your vision getting blurry?

"Oh now you want me to stop?" He hissed and rolled his eyes as you stumbled over a bit "Now playing the victim? I swear-"

Thud

He stopped talking immediately and froze on his place as you fell abruptly on the ground... hyperventilating.

Shit.

"(Y/n) stop joking about this-" he growled while kneeling down, despite his harsh words his middle and index finger were already on your pulse as his eyes widened a bit, a few holes starting to appear on his forearm "(Y/n) I swear-"

You swore you tried to answer but you felt like you were being choked as your boyfriend just seemed to get more anxious at seeing this.

"Hey hey HEY DO NOT DARE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES-" he was shouting again... but you were too tired to even flinch.

Everything turned black.

.

.

You cracked your eyes open... it seemed like you had slept for hours due to the foreign sensation.

You groaned while moving your hand to rub your head... probably the area where you hitted when you fell on the ground earlier.

Pekking a but you almost gasped at looking the time it was on the clock. Apparently it had been three hours since you were knocked out.

"God." You groaned... not knowing what to think or even do first ag this situation until you heard the door opening and seeing the face of basically in law.

"Oh dear you're finally awake." The old man spoke in shock as he left the cup of tea he was drinking on the nightstand "How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy." You grumbled "Asides from that I'm fine ... I guess."

Pops nodded before sighing and immediately bowing his head afterwards.

"I deeply apologize. As soon as I heard Chisaki's shouting I should have know something was wrong."

"Just him being stubborn as always..." You rolled your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend "Where even is he?"

"Basically beating himself up for making you faint. But he would rather die than say that out loud." The man sighed and you nodded, about to get up until his wrinkled hand pushed your shoulder gently back "if you want to speak to him I will call him to come here. You need to rest a bit." He said as a manner of fact tone as you blinked.

But I slept for three hours... you thought before sighing and grabbing your phone..... to be honest you couldn't even open one app before you shrieked at the door being slammed open, your very much distressed and full of hives boyfriend just arrived...

You stared back at him and it was a awkward staring contest between the two of you before you saw his Adam apple bob up and down a bit before he took a few hesitant steps towards your shared bed.

"... you look like you were on a actual match with rappa... without your quirk." You muttered and he frowned even more, not daring to move closer to you before he took off his black mask.

"That's the first thing you're going to say after all this?" He muttered, his lips jotted onto a pout that if you weren't annoyed with you would have kissed.

"What do you want me to say? Thanks for giving me a panic attack?" You answered bitterly and you regretted a bit after seeing the slight flinch his shoulders showed.

"... I... I never meant to... to bring you that feeling." He muttered, not quite looking at you anymore.

"You do a lot of things without actually thinking of the consequences."

It was quiet again before a defeated sigh left his lips...

Funny that it has been ages that you both had gone through the awkward stage... but now, it seemed like a huge wall was between you guys.

Sighing, you looked at him.

"Kai I know how the hassaikai is important to you... but not always what you do is the best, which is okay. All of us make mistakes." Your lips wobbled "And I can't just stay quiet when I see what you're doing is wrong and bringing you harm as well." Your voice cracked at the last sentence...

"I may not know the true concept of the hassaikai or how to deal with entirely but...." a sob escaped your lips "But I do understand you... or at least I think I do. And I just know this isn't making you go anywhere or doing you any good."

A deep sigh left him as you sniffled, hesitantly you watched his body move enough so he could sit with his back turned towards you, spreading his legs as he supported his arms on them as he hung his head low... still not close enough to touch you.

"... you do know." He muttered lowly after a while "You do know a lot about the hassaikai and most importantly about... myself."

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

"I never meant to hurt you with my decisions... I just think is a more quicker and efficient method sometimes. ... " he frowned while looking down at his feet. "And is just so easy if we do this instead of going through this path the old man wants-"

"But is worthy it? Losing your own humanity for something like this?" You interrupted him, and while knowing he hated when someone did this, you saw how he actually stopped to think about it.

"... I don't mind losing my humanity... I don't even think I have much to be honest." You were about to argue back until your breath catched when you felt his hand blindly searching yours, and when he finally found it, he grasped it tightly... but not enough to hurt.

"But..." he whispered "If that means is bringing you harm... or that I might lose you due to my actions... then..." his jaw clenched while he glared at the ground "Is... It isn't worth it."

Your eyes watered at his words before a dopey smile appeared on your lips as you started to get up to hug him tightly from the back.

"What are-"

"I love you..." You whispered on his ear before pecking his cheek countless times as he stood there, not understanding where did this come from.

"I made you faint woman; what are you even saying?" He muttered while turning to meet your eyes until his golden eyes widened and body tensed up when you cupped his bare cheek and kissed him.

After just a few seconds he hesitantly closed his eyes and finally relaxed enough to welcome your lips on his.... his gloved hands not helping themselves as one grasped the back of your neck to pull you close as the other circled around your waist.

You broke it first and admired his slightly pink cheeks...

"Despite not agreeing... you would stop something crazy like that... for me?" You tried to confirm what he had said with a smile as he finally understood why you were so happy about. Cheeks burning even more than before as he averted his eyes away from you, only answering it with a click of his tongue.

You shaked your head with a gigggle at him before he shut you up with another more deeper kiss.

Yes he was stubborn. But as he said, if that meant losing you...

It wasn't worth it.

.

Kai chisaki heard the scold of his life from pops that night as you tried to convince the elder everything was okay later

[leadshootingcupid]

SPY?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING SPY! GOD DAMN FOOL DISAPPEARING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT CLASS OF THE DICKHEAD BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING SPY. STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT SPY I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP TRICKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT IS HE DEAD? IS HE A BASTARD? MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME, NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM, NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE, AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD, GET AWAY FROM ME.

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said spy's waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down. if i have to deal with spy speaking one word in person on voice in game not only will i close the game i will delete my steam account out of spite and have to replay the game on mute again for the experience of being able to hear him or hear a team mention him. i dont even know why i hate him so much. he disappears and abandons his son but i am just mad because i am ANGY. he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of Anakin Skywalker and wanted the irl version ill go ham. BETTER have had a cursed knife force him to kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him.

paypal.com/IFuckingHateSpy

comic's not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be him and I lost it. where the fuck is spy if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt.crusty old man. ill punch spy and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish. im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. i hope theres a date given for when spy died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone, and everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who backstabbed so many other people

maple leaf anon (you never guess which of your colleagues i hate)

Uh, we haven't had set dates for dyin' since that one time we found out that teleportin' bread ain't good to do. So nah, Spook's not dead.

Also... he can be alright sometimes, mate.

Ya want his username?

[peachesvanilla]

Come to me

description: One getaway. One month. One house. Two best friends. Baekhyun and Hwayoung try their best to not cross the fine line between friendship and love. But the lingering touches are hard to resist. They are either going to end up being the best part of their life or the worst nightmare.

pairing: Baekhyun x reader

genre: pure fluff, bff au, friends to lovers

“It’s suffocating.”

Baekhyun’s hands freezes in mid air, cream squeezes out of the piping bag in a diagonal line messing up the decoration on the chocolate cake. He winces at the clutter and resists the urge to shove the cake into the dustbin. Three hours of his hard work, he can’t let that go down the drain. He sets the bag next to the cake and turns to the person who just caused all this ruckus.

Hwayoung’s black eyes blink at Baekhyun through the phone which is propped up on the side shelf next to the counter. He picks up his slick black phone and closes the cabinet’s door. “What’s wrong?” Worry laces in his tone and he tries hard to not hyperventilate and bombard her with thousand questions.

She doesn’t answer those questions, instead she crawls back into her corner and never talks about her problem anymore. Even if he begs her for hours, she always dodges his inquiries with jokes and her day to day life updates. Being friends with her for more than five years did have its perks.

“Nothing major.” She twirls to the side, dropping the phone on the bed. “Just overwhelming.” She picks up the phone and rests it on side as she stares at Baekhyun lost. “How’s the bookstore going?”

Baekhyun drags a chair out of the coffee table on his porch. Resting his elbows on the table he props his chin on his palm. “Good. Have to rearrange shelves and add new books. An author is coming tomorrow to sign a few copies of his new release and I have to make arrangements for that too.”

She hums. “I still don’t understand why you left your well paying job and ran away to that town which has nothing except old people.”

Baekhyun chortles at her words. “Hwayoung!” He shakes his head trying to get her words out of him. “God. You don’t have a filter. Sometimes it hurts, Hwayoungie.”

Her cheeks redden, he notices this perk whenever she is shy or embarrassed. Sometimes on purpose he teases her to get this reaction.

“You know I don’t mean it that way, sunbae.” She sleeps on her back and elevates her phone in the air which slips in a second landing right on her face.

Baekhyun winces at the sound and only imagines how much it must pain her. “Careful.” He chides.

She rubs her nose and howls in pain. “That fucking hurts. Shit.”

Baekhyun clicks his tongue at the usage of swear words in return she just rolls her eyes at him.

“I know you are old and stuff but people do use swear words. Way more than me actually.” She huffs, returning to the old position and resting the phone on bed. “And I am not looking down on you for escaping to the small town,” she emphasizes on escaping, giving him a stink look, “it’s because I miss our weekly meetings.”

Baekhyun’s shoulder slouches and he averts his eyes to the trees hovering over the top of his house. It’s eight in the morning, and his neighbors are up and rolling. The nosy sixty year old lady, Mrs.Kim, is on her recliner petting her dog which is resting on her lap. Loud clattering of vessels from the house beside him became a part of his day too. It took him weeks to make out the couple next door are new to cooking and aren’t throwing the vessels at each other.

“I know. I miss those days too.” He sighs, leaning back on his chair and spreading his legs under the table.

Mrs.Kim waves at Baekhyun and he waves back with a smile.

“Who are you smiling at?” She asks curiously, her eyes plastered to the camera trying to get a close look at him. “Your secret girlfriend? I know you have a secret lover.”

Baekhyun’s smile splits into a broad grin. “Why jealous?”

She snorts. “You wish. Baekhyun. You wish.” Yet she still doesn’t distance herself from the camera. “Who is it? Introduce me to her. I did introduce you to all my boyfriends. Not fair. You always play dirty—”

“God. Breathe. Here.” He switches the camera and aims at Mrs.Kim. “Happy?”

She backs away from the camera with disappointment written all over face. “Not happy.”

He switches the camera to himself and narrows his eyes at her. “And your boyfriends are always assholes—” she clicks her tongue just the way he did “—and I don’t know what you see in them.”

“Their body, Baekhyun. Their body. We have discussed this hundred times and I always say—”

“Body is superior to anything else.” He completes. “Body my ass. You just fall for their lies all the time. How can you believe Minhyuk’s words? What? What did he say? He wanted to propose to you but the weather is not good.”

Her bottom lip juts out and hides under the pillow. “Stop.”

“Not once. Thrice.” He grits out, his blood still boiling remembering that one night he found her on the pavement outside a lousy bar. “How are you so skilled in picking the wrong ones every time, Hwayoung?”

She mumbles, her words muffled under the pillow.

“Speak up.”

She comes out of the hiding and glares at him. “I know I am stupid and gullible but he said his family is going through some tough phase and you expect me to—”

“Don’t tell me you gave him money again.” A nerve pops out of Baekhyun’s forehead. “Hwayoung.” He clenches his jaw seeing her cowering and avoiding his eyes. She really did give money to him. “How much?” He asks.

“Just two million.”

“What!” He barks, getting up from the chair and knocking it to the ground. “Are you mad? Tell me you are.”

She opens her mouth and shuts up, her eyes widening seeing someone in her room. “What are you doing here?” She drops the phone to her lap and Baekhyun mutes the call.

He marches across the porch running his hand through his hair. How can she fall into the same trap again and again. It’s not like she opened a service to give out money. And she doesn’t even tell him anything until it is too late. She broke up with him one year ago when Baekhyun found him on his knee proposing to a girl who is not Hwayoung. Everything clicks now and all Baekhyun can see is pure red.

“I’m on call now, Hayun.” Hwayoung says. The phone is still resting on her lap. “No. I can’t come with you now. I told you I am busy on Saturday mornings.”

Baekhyun can hear a faint voice saying, “but that’s just a call. You can talk in the evening or next week. I need you there. What can be more important for you than your sister?”

He can feel her crumbling at those words. Pinching the bridge of his nose he cuts the call and sends a quick. text talk to you next week.

And he sends another one. I better hear that he returned your money, Hwayoung. That’s no small amount and before you take these charities run it through me once.

Baekhyun picks up the chair and sets it into its position. A shadow crosses him, making him look at the next door. The couple ducks down getting caught stalking him. Nosy neighbors. Baekhyun goes back into the house and discards the cake in the trash can.

His day is already ruined. He didn’t get to talk to her for long hours, at least an hour, this week too and on top of that he wants to find that trash ex and kick the life out of him. But he doesn’t get what he wants. And life throws in some more spice by messing up the book order. He has to run to the city and get the right books for tomorrow’s event. Fuck him.

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The next six days are the usual for Baekhyun— sitting on his porch and enjoying the morning sun while sipping on his coffee. He stopped baking because it reminds him of that Saturday morning and he can’t have another day wasted due to blinding rage. Hwayoung didn’t reply to his messages and he didn’t send follow up texts. But in the middle of the night his mind wanders to her, it is suffocating words. Is she still having a hard time?

Times like these he regrets moving away from the city because if he was in the city she would have dropped by his apartment and she would have spilled her heart and Baekhyun could have at least held her assuringly.

On friday night, on his way home he doesn’t have songs blasting in his earphones because he forgot them on the desk just beside his keys. And he is too tired to go back and retrieve them.

The perk of living in a small town is people go to bed early and there won’t be roads swamped with people or any noise(except dogs barking at him through the gates). The night is cold and he shivers whenever the cool breeze brushes past him. When he is five minutes away from his home his phone buzzes in his front jeans pocket.

Miss you, baekhyuuun

A smile appears on his lips reading the message from Hwayoung. Rereading the message he can hear her calling his name, dragging hyun in a cute and whiny way. Warmth spreads across his heart as he types' miss you too darlin’.

He hears a soft meow. He searches the dark alleyway for the source of the calls and finds a cute little white kitten peeking out of a tree. It meows again and stares at him. Baekhyun slowly takes a step towards it, his insides melting seeing the kitten taking tiny steps towards him. Ducking down he waits for it to reach him.

The kitten startles and runs into the darkness as his phone starts ringing. Hwayoung's name flashes across his screen, frowning at the screen he picks up the call. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

She chuckles at the other side of the phone, “how do you always know?”

“Tell me.” He gets up and walks towards his house taking out the keys. Only his house’s front lights are off while others are shining brightly.

“Show me the sea, Baekhyun.” She requests, voice tired and dull. “I want to get a live version. Got sick of seeing it on other’s posts.”

“You are on normal call, Hwayoungie.” Baekhyun bites on his lower lip, nervousness filling him listening to her. “Are you drunk? Are you out?”

“Oh. Missed that point. Can we switch it to the video call? Are you home already?” She pauses for a second. “It’s already past nine, you must be home.” She sighs. “Next time when you go to the beach or surfing please show me the sea too.”

Baekhyun leans on the wall next to his door in the darkness. “I won’t. It’s beauty can’t be captured in a rectangle piece, Hwayoungie.”

Silence fills in the other side.

Baekhyun hits his head lightly on the wall thinking of ways to get her talking. Before he can come to any ideas she is already talking.

“That’s rude, Baekhyuuun.” There it is again, his heart a traitor speeds up at her cuteness. “I’m having one of the shittiest days in my life and I ask you something—” her voice breaks “—and you say no.”

Baekhyun’s hands curl and uncurl hearing her breakdown and he is standing here unable to search for the right words to calm her. He doesn’t even know what’s making her sad from the past few days and she doesn’t even share a bit making this harder for him.

“Darlin’.” He coos, sliding down the wall and sitting on the wooden ground. “I’m listening.”

“I’m ju-just,” she hiccups, “there’s this and-and he just in front of—” she breaks out into a wail.

“Hwayoungie,” Baekhyun presses the phone to his ear hard. “Who is he?”

“Minhyuk.” She says in between sobs.

Baekhyun closes his eyes at the mention of that name. “What did he do now?”

She sniffles and hiccups. “After last Saturday's call I texted him for the money.”

Baekhyun hums.

“He said how can I ask for money soon and how can he repay the whole amount at once since his family is still suffering. That I’m heartless and selfish.”

“That—”

“And he blocked my number, Baekhyun.”

“That little piece of shit,” Baekhyun holds the bridge of his nose. “Give me his details, Hwayoung.”

“You can’t find him in Korea.” Hwayoung murmurs. “He left for his honeymoon. That’s what his friends said. I don’t think he will return my money, Baekhyun.” Her next words kill a tiny part inside him. “Please don’t be mad at me Baekhyun. I’m trying my best.” She says in a whisper.

Baekhyun leans his head on the wall and stares at the ceiling. His chest is raging with a mix of emotions which he doesn’t know how to control. “Hwayoung,” his voice barely comes out, “you do know I care about you the most right?”

She hums.

“I get angry at you because you do these stupid things—”

“Not helping.” She whines.

“And I feel responsible to protect you.” Baekhyun continues, “I’m not there right now and I can’t know what exactly your situation is or how I can make you feel better.”

“You are helping.” She says. “Talking with you alone calms all of my storms, Baekhyuuun.”

“Tell me where you are exactly now, darlin’?”

“A bar. Drinking and watching others having a happy time from a corner.”

“Junmyeon will come and pick you up. Stay there and stop drinking.”

“I don’t want to go home, Baekhyun.” She replies. “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”

Baekhyun slides his hand across his face and rests it on the top of his perched up knee. If only he was beside her. “For tonight, Hwayoung, go home. I’ll come tomorrow then we will spend the weekend together.”

Hwayoung doesn’t say anything and Baekhyun prods, “hm?”

“No. I don’t want you traveling just for me.”

“It’s not that far I can take it as a long drive.”

“No.”

Baekhyun sighs. “Then you come to me.” He proposes, “take a long leave and spend a week here. You can see the sea, I’ll take you surfing, Alfredo's makes drool worthy pasta, and you can take a break from your life. You get the best of all. Hm?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come to me, darlin’. We will have fun.”

[magnus-fierro]

FIRST TUMBLR POST WOOHOOO

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CW: Identity crisis, terrible singing by a sword.

₊˚ෆ Identity

A fierrochase oneshot ₊˚ෆ

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 1 ⋆⁺₊⋆

Alex’s head was buzzing. The thoughts were on loop. I’m not real. I’m not real. What am I? Am I even human? Why can’t i decide one form to be in? Do i even have a favorite color anymore? This had been happening for a while. Alex Fierro, the child of Loki, a shapeshifter, was questioning what he was.

Of course, he could ask for help. He had his boyfriend, Magnus. That absolute living sunshine of a man. But he didn’t want to seem weak, or vulnerable. Everyone saw Alex as the tough, stubborn, unwavering, sassy warrior of floor 19. He can’t be weak.

So he hid away from everyone. All his friends, his lover, even his sister Samirah. He screamed into pillows and sobbed into his sleeves, asking himself over and over, ‘Who am I? What am I? Why can’t i figure it out?!’, and hating himself every time. Normally, his meltdowns were quiet enough. But not today.

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 2 ⋆⁺₊⋆

I was just taking a stroll with my magic sword—did i say magic? i meant magic, talking, TERRIBLY OFF KEY singing, sword. Named jack. Who flirted with Percy jackson’s sword. YES, YES WE ALL KNOW PERCY JACKSON BUT THIS ISNT ABOUT HIM. And of course, Alex had been acting like his blocked off, emotionally challenged self. It was so routine by then it’s not even funny.

But lately, it’d been worse. He didn’t even sleep in my room anymore, which was routine just as much as him changing to a her. And that was often. So, being my nosy self, I knocked on his door. And knocked. and knocked again. And again. That’s not normal. Normally he tells me to go away if i knock more than twice.

“Alex? Are you okay?” No response. “Alex?” No response. “I have food?” No response. That’s when i knew something was really wrong. Alex always opened the door for food. “Jack. Break the door.”

God i shouldn’t have told him to. I should’ve just grabbed him and broken it down myself. Why, you may ask? He started singing wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus. In a terrible a-minor that would make that one greek god mad. Annabeth told me about it. Good thing jack is a sword.

Once the door was broken down, jack skedaddled. Because of course he did. I looked around, but Alex wasn’t near her bed, at her pottery station, or climbing the tree in the middle of her room.

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 3 ⋆⁺₊⋆

When i tell you i panicked so hard, i mean it. Because the second i realized Alex wasn’t in the main part of her room, i heard crying and mumbling from the bathroom. Loki must be messing with her, I thought. Trying to drive her insane. I won’t let that happen. So, in true Einerjar fashion, I broke the handle off the door.

But i saw something i never would’ve expected. Alex was genuinely breaking down. And the mumbling? She was asking herself a question most Einerjar don’t bother with anymore. “What am i? what am i? what am i? what am i?”

My first instinct was to power of Frey it, but i don’t think that works on identity crisis’. So, i did the next best thing. I sat down on the ground with Alex and pulled her close. “Alex. Breathe. Try to breathe, okay?” I think i snapped her out of it just enough to stop hyperventilating, because her breathing slowed. She was still mumbling, but she was at least a bit steadier.

“I don’t know what i am..” she said softly. I could barely hear her. “M-Maggy..what am I..? Was i ever really human..?”

I took her face in my hands, her face cold from being covered in tears. “You, Alex Fierro, are the most kickass, amazing, strong, independent, intelligent, gorgeous being in the nine worlds.” I kissed her head gently, intertwining my fingers with hers. “And no matter what form you take, you’re mine, and I love you.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “You are such a dork, beantown.” she said in a cracked but happier voice. “I’m staying in your room tonight, Mainly because you and your sword broke my doors.”

“Fine by me, beautiful”

short as Lokis leash with the gods but you know

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FIN

[the-ellia-west]

5 Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling ;]

I am so sorry this is so late LMAO

(I probably didn't do this right, but I tried my best) A line about clothing, an angry line, a line that's muttered, a line with taste, and a loving line

A Line about clothing

Marril straightened his posture, smoothing out the folds in his new uniform as he stood next to Silic, their shoulders nearly brushing as they waited by the door for the noblewoman. Soon enough, Shyre stepped out of the hallway, and Marril had to force his face to stay still as his eyes landed on her. She stood straight, her fingers fidgeting absent-mindedly as the long lacy skirt trailed along the floor.

He'd never seen her in white before, and it took his breath away. The folds of snowy fabric flowed over one another like stagnant waterfalls of lace, the detailed sleeves swirling over her shoulders in a mix of transparent fabric and strings of pearls. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room as she moved her arms, letting the Assassin catch a glimpse of the intricate patterns of silk and silver embracing the bodice of the dress, showcasing her slim figure in a way Marril never could have described in words.

She turned, her eyes brightening as she caught sight of him, the silver and gold strings of metal and strange shapes peeking out of the loops of her hair, hanging down almost like an intricate but pretty windchime behind her as she ran a finger through her silky ginger curls, a smile twitching at the corners of her lips as she hurried over.

[Fuckin SIMP]

An angry Line

Kasi stared at the corpse in terror, flinching back as she looked down at the blood covering her hands. "I... What have I done..."

Marril gritted his teeth, bracing his blade against the crowd. "What the hell are you doing, Frosty?!" He grunted with the effort stumbling back away from a blade, and it tried to stab him and dove out of the way of three others as they slashed through the air right where his head had been. "Get it together! Stop staring at his corpse and help me!"

Kasi shivered and clutched her knife, running after him. She grabbed the Assassin's wrist and wrenched him back around a corner, a bright golden flare nearly blinding the both of him as she dug her nails into his flesh. "That's it, I'm done! I've had enough! I've had enough of you jerking me around like a puppet! I JUST KILELD A MAN FOR GODS SAKES!" She began to hyperventilate as her grip on Marril's arm strengthened. Golden light pouring from her eyes and glistening in her skin as she glared at him. "And it's your damn fault! You made me come here! You made me kill him!"

A Line that's muttered

Tias glared at Viasaki and Kila. "You two are under my control now. You can't just run around doing whatever you want. I'll make sure of that. You two should finally learn how real discipline works."

Kila glared at Tias, flexing her claws as Viasaki rolled his eyes.

"And if you disobey me for even a moment here I will find you, and I will kill you."

"Sure..." Viasaki muttered through gritted teeth. "With those burnt twigs of wings, your flying definitely improved. From drunk bird to dead skunk."

A Line with taste

Marril sighed as he stepped through the door, ignoring the closed sign in the window. "Honrul. I don't want to deal with your shenanigans today." He shifted his hair to cover the cut on his cheek. "I need-"

"REALLY?" Honrul lunged for Marril, shaking his shoulders. "What has gotten into you? A noblewoman? Really? A prissy, spoiled, Noblewoman? You are an Assassin! You could have so many good girls, why did you have to choose that Red-headed rat? What is wrong with you? Her death could make you live like a king for the rest of your life!" He shook The Caliskian again. "What is wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Marril narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Where's your taste?"

A Loving Line

Sokuna's eyes widened as she recognized the bloody man curled in the corner. His deep hazelnut eyes widened in shock, his voice raspy and trembling. "Is- Is that y-you Sokuna?" He coughed and groaned softly.

"Reon!" Sokuna's hands flew to her mouth, and she ran over and threw her arms and wings around him, both beginning to cry as they embraced one another, kissing one another like lovers who'd thought they'd lost each other. Which they very nearly had.

Reon trembled, holding his wife as close to him as he could. "I-I missed you so much!" He sobbed into his wife's wing. "But wh-why are you here?" His eyes widened. "What-What is going on? Sokuna! Dear," His eyes narrowed. "Why have you come? It-it's dangerous! You-you... no... no, no, you need to go!"

"I can't." Sokuna held him close this time. "I cannot leave you behind again Reon, I love you. I love you more than I have loved anything else."

"As do I love, but... you-you need to go! You n-need to be safe! I stayed behind f-for a r-reason! If-if anyone is going to be hurt, it won't be you!" He buried his face in Sokuna's shoulder again. "You need to get out!"

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BONUS - Skip to the bottom if you don't want to see Whump (Also swearing)

A Line about Clothing

Rose sighed as she held out a hand to her brother-in-law. "C'mon Horns." She raised an eyebrow at his messy hair and ruffled fur.

He stayed still for a long, silent moment, but eventually, his hand grabbed hers, and Rose pulled him from the floor to his feet. He sighed, smoothing his dark frizzy curls from his face with a frustrated growl.

"Fuck."

"You are a mess." Rose examined him. With his scattered, messy hair and tired eyes, he looked almost half dead. But the crumpled white shirt he wore made it worse with the messy red tie draped over his shoulders and the unbuttoned collar. "Are you okay?"

Instead of responding, he simply raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed. "Fine, fine, stupid question."

An angry line

“Nice doing business with you Finn. Now get out.”

“I don’t think I will, not yet at least.” Finn, unfazed by the venom in Jakkon's words, smirked and tossed a small, worn-out notebook onto the cluttered desk. The pages fluttered open, revealing a passage written in familiar, elegant handwriting. The ink was faded, but the words were etched in Jakkon's memory like the letters on the page.

"Remember what she used to say, Jak?" Finn's voice took on a sinister tone, deliberately using the nickname that only she had called him. “Some ghosts never really fade away.”

Jakkon's eyes widened as he scanned the words, a mix of anger and grief welling up within him. Finn had gone too far, bringing back painful memories that he had buried deep within his mind. The room seemed to close in on him, and he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Don't you dare bring her into this," Jakkon growled through gritted teeth, his face contorted with a mixture of sorrow and rage. "You've crossed a line, Finn. A line you can't come back from."

A loving line (Flashback)

Jakkon ran gentle fingers through Eveny's silky black hair, a peaceful smile on his face as they watched the sunset together through the window.

"What are you planning to do for after the ceremony tomorrow?" Eveny smirked.

"I don't know, but I challenged Petals to a competition. I let her choose, but knowing her, it'll probably a physical fight."

"Don't be mean Jak, she'll probable choose chess or something." Eveny reached over and fixed his collar.

"Nah, she'll choose something she can win."

"She swamped you in chess last time!"

"That's because you gave her half my pieces Ev! I would have won!" He smirked. "But I suppose I still have one queen left, and that'll have to be enough."

"But I have a king, so I win!" Eveny stuck her tongue out at him with a laugh.

"I can always count on you to one-up me, Evie."

"That's just because I'm better Jak." She smirked, pink lavender flowers blooming down her hair as Jakkon laughed.

"I suppose you are love. I'm just glad you loved me back." Jakkon took Eveny's face in his hands and kissed her.

@agirlandherquill @brotrustmeicanwrite @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling

Your lines are: A happy line, A melancholy line, a quiet line, a line with a goodbye, a line that is screamed

[lixenn]

🚨INTRUDER ALERT! I REPEAT THERE'S AN INTRUDER ON VONGOLA PREMISES. But you're just some poor civilian dork with no combat experience. So quick! Where do you hide?

Ah yes, that one is a bit tricky, so I’ve decided to switch things up a bit.

Have a snippet!

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I stared at the door that Gokudera had so rudely shut in my face.

It was a nice door, solid oak polished to shine. But there was no time to admire the architectural wonders of the Vongola mansion, it was time to panic.

“What do you mean there’s an INTRUDER?” I tried opening the door with no results, he locked it behind him. Probably for my safety but that didn’t stop my claustrophobia from creeping in. “HEY GOKUDERA! OPEN UP!”

The door had the audacity to stay closed.

Well, I’m fucked.

“Okay, calm down Lix. You have survived a pandemic, four years’ worth of final exams and the insanity of the German public transport system. You can deal with this.”

The silence was interrupted by a noise that sounded suspiciously like an explosion.

“NOPE! SO NOT DEALING WITH THIS!” I felt like crying. Why am I here again? Ah yes, some psycho up above got bored and has thrown me into this world for shit and giggles. Glaring at the ceiling didn’t help me get out of the room, but it did improve my mood. “Fuck you!” I gave the ceiling the middle finger for good measure. “I hope some of your God buddies shove a cactus so far up your ass that you’ll choke on its needles, you sadistic piece of shit!”

Another explosion drove me away from my rant and dragged me back into my panic attack.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ohmyfuckinggod! I’m going to die right here, in some godforsaken library surrounded by … books.” I stopped hyperventilating and looked around the room. Rows upon rows of bookshelves greeted me, each of them filled to the brim with reading goodies.

“Actually,” I hummed. “This might not be such a terrible place for a last stand.”

Concentrating on the books made breathing a bit easier. Books are great! We love books! They’re filled with knowledge and give us the happy chemicals, what’s not to like?

My eyes fell onto the ladder leaning against a shelf.

…

Well, that’s an idea.

With a goal in mind, the panic finally took a backseat. I stepped towards the ladder determined to follow Obi-wan’s words of wisdom. On my way there, I noticed the antique reading lamp decorating one of the desks. It was as elaborate as the rest of the décor but more importantly, it looked heavy.

Perfect weapon material.

I grabbed the lamp and tucked it under my arm. Then, I climb up the ladder with great difficulty (the lamp was indeed quite unwieldy).

I somehow made it up the bookshelf without falling from the ladder and breaking several bones, which was a relief because I would have died out of embarrassment before the intruders could have even gotten to me.

Finding a position on the top that gave me a direct view of the door was a matter of moments and I settled in to wait, gripping my makeshift weapon like a baseball bat.

I have the high ground now, bitches.

[onippep]

Who Else

Aaand breathe.

...gggguhh. S-sorry. That was. Uh. Super embarrassing.

...

...Thanks, for, uh. You know. Being... my crutch, yet again.

...Will you be good to work tomorrow?

...(shrug)

There might be stressors. I don't want you spiraling.

I can do it.

...

...Uh, if I need to-- need to leave, though, I will.

I don't want you to be alone at home.

What, I'm not gonna do anything. I'll go straight to bed.

Peppino...

The fuck you want me to do then? We can't just-- close the store for tomorrow. We need the cash. And we gotta take care of the weirdos living in our vents.

You should call Gerome.

A-- AH? WHAT? Why?! O-oni--

RrrrRrrr. Hang on. Hear me. You should call him, because this is making you feel like this. Maybe you two can have a talk about it.

Like FUCK am I ever gonna face those Pillars after hearing this today. Oni, that's a horrible idea. I can't do that.

...Gerome still cleans the shop, every weekend. Does the blood and stone on your hands still stain him? Even if it does, what does he do then? He still brings his broom and mop to our Pizzeria. He dedicates himself. No malice in any crevice no matter where you want to find it.

... What did you just--!? When did you get so--...

...

...(sniffles)... y'can't just.. assume that... he-- he.. could... he could be doin' this because he.... he...

...

(hic) good-- good god.. Oni, I don't know, it--

...Wouldn't do any harm to try. But only if you want.

Christ... (sob)

RrRrrrr... sorry... here...

Don't--

?

--Don't leave this spot with me. I need to think for a while.

Rrrrr.

...

...I don't want to alarm you, but I also remember.

(sharp inhale) Fucking-- no, seriously? O-oni that REALLY doesn't help right now-- wh-what do you MEAN you remember? What do you remember?!

The dread you felt. The grief. Terror. Remorse. The rotting dark muck inside of you every night that prevented you from sleeping. All of it--

(hyperventilating) oh god WHO ELSE r-remembers-- WHO ELSE-- shit-- SHIT--

RRrRrrrrrrRRrr...!! Peppino..! Here, here, hey!

YOU LIVE WITH ME AND YOU KNOW I WAS A COWARD! AND SPED THROUGH W-WITHOUT THINKING! I COSTED A LIFE, I--

I know. You don't have to believe me right now, but you need to know that this is okay. I do not hate you. Nobody hates you. Not even the ones that caused you such torment.

(harsh, heavy breathing)

Everything you have done outweighs the loss that could have been had. A miracle to a privilege to even be able to make this world even better. You took it. You did it. Peppino, you're amazing.

Igh...!! (gross sniffle) I'mgonnapassout...

Rest. Want to take a bath?

Th-th--that mi-- th-- (panting) Th-- that sounds-- great. Actually. C-can we? F-fuckin-- smooth talker, asshole--

Rrrrrrrrr. Let's get you calm... breathe again... rrrrr....

H-how do you know what exactly t-to say, I don't get it. Goddamn-- demon-- (breathing in, slowly, shakily, for a little while; starts to calm down)

...You... you care. Too much.

It's the least I can do.

[celery-the-druid]

OWEN HUNT?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING OWEN HUNT GOD DAMN FOOL WIFE COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING OWEN HUNT. STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT OWEN HUNT I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP RELATIONSHIPS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME.

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said owen hunts waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down. if i have to deal with owen hunt speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive. i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects women who are too good for him but i am just mad because i am ANGY. he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham. BETTER have had a fetus make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him.

paypal.com/IFuckingHateOwenHunt

episode's not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be the military and I lost it. where the fuck is owen hunt if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt.

crusty old man. ill punch hunt and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final marriage certificate he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish. im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. i hope theres a date given for when owen died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone, and everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true marriages

[bloodydrew]

NEIL GAIMAN?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING NEIL GAIMAN GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK WRITER DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING NEIL GAIMAN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT NEIL GAIMAN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE WROTE THAT SCENE IN SEASON TWO WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST TO SET HIS FANS LOOSE AND CRYING IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST MESSY HAIR GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said Neil Gaiman waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with Neil Gaiman speaking one word after this episode not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip the intro and the credits when he’s mentioned

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he writes books but i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some shithead whos a fan of sad gays and wanted to make his version ill go ham

BETTER have had a book make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateNeilGaiman

episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned in the credits bc he wrote it and I lost it

where the fuck is Neil Gaiman if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch Gaiman and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when Neil wrote the second season script so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but be happy about the second season of Good Omens

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Scars(14)

Chapter 14: Bruce 

Warning: a bit of angst

Loki and Alice continued their secret relationship for four months, and no one knew. Their late-night visits went undetected by the others. Then the Avengers started to go on a mission, leaving Loki behind with one or more teammates. Loki made a habit of pissing people off, so they often left him alone during these times. This also allowed him to sneak off to see Alice during the day. 

And today was one of those days. Tony was saying his final farewell to Alice as he prepared to leave as the others prepared the quinjet. 

“We should be back by tomorrow morning. Bruce and Loki are staying behind. You are to stay on your floor. I’ll send Bruce to check on you, and I’ll call before bed.” 

 “yes, sir” Alice knew this routine she was used to it already, but that didn’t mean she worried any less. Alice stood next to her window, watching the quinjet take off and into the distance. 

When she was sure they were gone and out of sight, she turned around, grabbed her blanket, and took off to her room, where Loki was sitting and waiting for her at her desk. 

With Cameras and security around the whole building, the only real place they could meet was her bedroom. While was indeed monitored by Jarvis, there was no camera or visual of her room to be seen. Unlike her previous accommodations.

She rushed for her ceiling swing chair as Loki pulled two books from a stack he’s brought from the library. Books her father probably would disapprove of. 

“They’ve gone until tomorrow. Bruce is here” 

Another thing about their visits Alice has started using her voice more, even If it is only for Loki. It took a while, but she started responding to Loki until she was telling him stories instead of the other way around. While it was no longer a whispered, her voice was still soft and gentle. 

"well, that's good we'll be undisrupted," Loki says as he goes to hand her a book.

“Can you read to me today?”

“Alright, I have Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. It might be a bit mature and violent for you, but it's a good book. If you don't like that, there is also 1984 by George Orwell. Which would you like?”

“I’ve heard of 1984. Daddy won’t like me reading that one.” Alice pouted looking at both books. Her father deprived her of many things, and she still had no clue as to why. 

“You’re father’s not here. And he doesn’t need to know” Loki smirked Alice smiled as well. Letting out a giggle, Alice sat back as Loki made the decision to choose 1984, he hadn’t read it before, either. 

He begins to read out loud. She lays back and closes her eyes, listening to his voice. This goes on for hours. 

Even though the book is very interesting, with her chair swaying back and forth and Loki’s soothing voice, she eventually falls asleep. 

Loki watches as she nods off at Part 2, chapter 3. Bookmarking their place, Standing up, he comes over, taking her blanket and covering her up further.  Sitting back in his seat, he drifts off as well. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL” Bruce shouts as he comes into Alice’s room to see Loki sleeping at her desk. Both Loki and Alice jump awake to see Bruce at her door. 

"what is this? What is happening? Oh my god," Bruce started hyperventilation, and his eyes changed colors from brown to green.

“Dr. Banner, please. Let us-Let me explain.” Loki stood up while Alice shrank in her seat. Loki had seen and experienced Bruce's outburst first handed and did not want Alice to experience any of it.

Bruce takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, and then he basically growls, “ Explain”

Loki turned to Alice "Darling, how about you go to the kitchen and get something to eat. I'll be there soon" he gave her hand a kiss before watching her leave hesitantly.

Bruce looked to Loki "You're explaining"

"yes, um... The helicarrier"

"you meet on the helicarrier. I saw, everyone saw"

“...She’s a very kind girl. I appreciate and am drawn to her kindness. I don’t get much of it. She’s understanding, we have the same interests, and... she trusts me. I’m the god of lies, and she trusts me. I’ve never had that before, it feels strange to have it, but I want to keep it. I like this feeling.” Loki says in this mist of his emotions. “ She’s a good and Kind girl. And she is locked up here all day, all night, all alone with no one but her so-called father for company. I’ve never seen or heard her leave this floor all the time I've been in this tower. This is healthy. But if I can’t help her leave this place, the least I can do is keep her company. 

You’re a doctor and a good man. Look me in the eye and tell me what is happening to her is okay.”

Bruce looks at the door, which she disappeared behind. What happening to her isn’t okay? He knew that all of them knew that. But most of them did nothing to stop him beyond a lecture here and there. Clint, who had his own daughter,  was the only one who really stepped up and spoke more often than not, arguing with Tony about his daughter's treatment but between missions and his own children, he didn’t always have time to fight for her. Everyone else was bystanders. 

“Did you tell her about New York?” Bruce asked 

“ I didn’t need to,” Loki answered honestly. She didn’t ask, so he didn’t tell her, but he knew that he didn’t tell her anything that she already knew. Even if she never spoke about knowing. He knew she knew. 

While the green was still there, Hulk was very much present, if not in anger, pity, and sadness. 

Bruce sighed as he ran a face over his hand he groaned. He knew he would come to regret this, he knew he’d feel guilt, but...

“I won't tell Tony or the others. But if she hurt her, I’ll remove your limbs from your body, watch you bleed out, and stomp on your corpse. 

Loki agreed quickly, she was his only friend on earth he wasn’t going to leave or hurt her. 

Alice sat in the kitchen, waiting patiently for one of them to come out, in front of her were three sandwiches, two on one plate and one on the other plate. Hearing footsteps coming her way, she looks up at Bruce. She pushes the plate with the single sandwich toward him. 

“Thank you,” he says he opens his mouth to say something else, but nothing comes to mind. Reaching for her, he squeezes her hand and leaves with nothing else to say. 

And with nothing being said, she was left to assume. 

Taking the plate with two sandwiches to her room to find Loki sitting at her desk still. 

She stood at the door threshold. “I... ar-re we okay?” she stuttered.

“Hey, Hey, it’s okay, we’re okay.” Loki crossed the room to hug her, putting the plate on her dresser.  Loki held her to his chest as she cried, worried about the outcome of their outing. He tried to tell her it would be alright, but she wouldn’t hear it. 

Loki would be sent back to prison, and she would return to hers. That’s all she could think of as she sobbed into his chest. This would be their end, she thought.

-

Fortunately for her, she’d be wrong, and Bruce would keep quiet and allow their friendship to continue untouched and unseen. 

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I have a confession to make. I have had this band au brainrot plaguing my mind where scara and reader have a duo performance together but they're enemies/rivals so they're always bickering and exchanging quick jabs at each other and then they're performing on stage and Scara's mic gives out and so he goes over to reader, gently grabs their chin so they're facing him and they both start sharing a mic. THE FORCED PROXIMITY. THE EYE CONTACT. HIS FOREHEAD IS PRESSED AGAINST THEIRS AND HE'S GETTING CLOSER THAN HE NEEDS TO BE AND OH MY GOD DID HE ALWAYS LOOK SO MESMERIZING AND all you hear is music and him strumming the strings of his guitar and you can't even hear the crowd anymore, it's just him and you and preforming together has made his hair go slick with sweat and the way it looks makes you wanna card your hands through it and his voice is harmonizing with your own and did he always sound this good and being this close gave you a better view of his chest which currently wasn't covered thanks to the outfit he wore and a part of you just wanna trail your finger over his lean but muscular chest and his eyes trail down to your lips and WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY HAVING THESE THOUGHTS?? YOU HATE HIM??? HE HATES YOU. NOT TO MENTION YOU'RE ON STAGEEEEE ON 4K THE MEDIA IS EATING THIS UP AND SO IS THE CROWD. Bonus points if the song has lyrics about love. Just. THE INNER TURMOIL ON BOTH SIDES. THE DRAMA. THE GFEUKKDF EVERYTHING.

I'm sorry this was all over the place and listening to electric guitar mixes didn't help.

oh my god. hello. what. wtf. mae????? MAE??????? IM HAVING SO MANY THOUGHTS U CANT DO THIS TO ME HELP IM EATING MY FIST THATS SO BCJFJSXJJFDKSJJD HEAD IN HANDS HYPERVENTILATING RN THE TENSION?? THE INTENSITY???

he would be so unbearable after that, out of pure spite he's constantly trying to fluster you and render you speechless whenever he gets the chance because he absolutely saw the way your eyes kept trailing down to his chest and arms during the show and he'll use every one of your weaknesses against you. the demand for duo performances skyrockets following it because ppl were eating that shit up (as they should) so you very reluctantly come to an agreement with him and each and every time you’re up on stage with him he finds a way to shuffle into your space and make you hold eye contact with him until he’s the only thing you can focus on. whether it be leaving a cord in your path so you stumble into him or just intentionally getting in your way you always end up so close to him that you can feel the heat radiating off of his body and see the perspiration on his skin and the way his bangs stick to his forehead IM LOSING MY MARBLES also he's such a jerk that he probably just acts like nothing has changed when ur not performing on stage and it drives you crazy I AM SO ILL TYSM FOR THIS FOOD FUCK