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harper-hook · 4 years ago

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Into The Woods | Harry Hook x Reader

Request: Can I request a Harry X reader where the reader is Peter Pan's daughter and they hate each other at first but then things get really heated between them and it turns into full on smut?

Warnings: Oral sex

Author’s Note: This almost killed me to write tbh

The familiar scraping of metal on metal made you groan mentally and slam your locker. “what do ya want now, Hook?” You snapped, unfortunately used to your father’s enemy's son bothering you. “Just came to see me favorite little sprite.” He replied with a wide grin, seeing how it got under your skin.

You stopped yourself before you yelled at him and caused a scene. It was the day right before Spring Break and you didn’t want to damper your spirits by earning after school detention as soon as you got back. “Well you saw me. Now back off.” You ordered.

Harry stepped back, faking a wounded look. “My plans don’t involve backing off.” He smirked. “Quite the opposite in fact, seeing as you’re heading back to Neverland.” You groaned and rolld your eyes. This again.

“If you let me tag along, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He practically purred, getting up in your personal bubble. You sneered at him. “Listen, Hook and listen good.” You poked him chest with your finger. “You will never! Set foot in Neverland if I have anything to say about it!” You hissed.

Harry’s smirk dropped and he adopted an angry glare. You were a bit nervous but you couldn’t back down now. “Then we’ll just have to hope nothing happens to ya!” He hissed. You growled, getting in his face and bawling your fists.

“Hook! Pan!” You snapped out of your rage as Fairy Godmother came bustling around the corner, catching you both. Uh oh...

One long and infuriating detention later, you were finally packing up. “Stupid Hook and his stupid face...” You ranted to Ben over the phone. Ben sighed as you leaned against the side of your car, trunk still open. “Didn’t you think he was cute when he first came here?” Mal asked, joining Ben on the other line.

The good thing about being over the phone was no one could see you roll your eyes. "That was before he opened his mouth." You huffed. “So you’re gonna talk to Tiger Peony about the trade deal between Neverland and Auradon, right?” Ben changed the subject.

“Yeah I’ll do your job while on my spring break, Ben.” You rolled your eyes. "I appreciate it, you know?" He said. "Uh huh. See if you can lower my detention sessions when I come back." Ben sighed, confirming that he said he would see what he could do.

You said your goodbyes and promised to call once you arrived; Ben always the worrier. Hanging up, you quickly slammed your trunk shut and climbed in the driver's side.

Taking one last look at Auradon Prep in the mirror, you pulled out and started on your long 6 hour drive.

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The first couple of hours of the drive you didn't mind. Plenty of sunlight and good music made the time fly. But thanks to Fairy Godmother's detention, you'd left 2 hours late and now the sun was going down quick.

Driving at night didn't bother you but driving through Summerwoods at night bothered you. You turned your music down and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. Now you really regretted turning Herkie’s invitation for a ride. “(Y/N), you’re a fucking moron.” You hummed to yourself.

Then it sounded like a gun shot went off. You let out a small shriek, thankfully not swerving your car off the road. You slowed considerably, still confused and terrified. Then you heard it, what sounded like a horse’s snort, the spluttering of air. Your heart sank, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Are you fucking serious right now?!”

Slowly limping your car to the side of the road and putting it in park, you practically threw yourself out of the door, mood souring at the telltale signs of a popped tire. You glanced to the right and saw the back tire, flat as paper.

You groaned, you held your head in your hands. Ok, keep yourself together, you thought. I’m a strong independent woman and I can change a tire, that’s what I keep a spare for, you reminded yourself.

You ran to the back and popped the trunk open again. “Hiya!” You screamed, stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. You laid there in complete shock, breathing heavily and heart thumping. You could hear Harry wheezing in laughter.

After a few seconds, you sat up, gasping for air. “What the fuck?” You rasped out. Harry climbed out of your trunk, still shaking in mirth. Shakily, you stood to your feet, narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.

“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re going?” You screamed, no longer shaking in fear but in anger. “I’m going to Neverland, what does it look like?” He said with a slight eyeroll like you were stupid. This just pissed you off more.

“It looks like you’re some kind of fucking stalker!” Harry stopped laughing, looking at you with a positively poisonous glare. He stomped up to you, clearly trying to intimidate you. You were too angry to care.

“You might wanna loose the attitude, lass. We’re all alone out here.” He sneered. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Just get out of my way.” You pushed past him, peering into your trunk. “Where’s my spare tire?” You questioned, looking back at Harry who looked like a pouty kid caught in the cookie jar.

“Was awful cramped in there with that thing.” He muttered. He continued at your deadpan look. “Threw it out at the school.” You took a sharp, deep inhale, fists clenching and unclenching. You turned and slammed your trunk shut, putting your arms and head down on top of it.

You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole irony and bullshit of the situation was honestly laughable. It would’ve been funnier if it hadn’t been you. “Pan?” You heard Harry call. “What?!” You snapped, raising your head.

“Ya okay?” Your eyes widened as you spun around. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just ask me that when you literally ruined my entire evening!” You screamed at him. Harry marched up to you, forcing you back against your trunk. “I thought I told you to loose the fucking attitude.” He snapped. He grabbed the hair at the base of your neck and practically bent you over backwards on your trunk.

He leaned in close to you, cocky smirk on his face. You snarled and bared your teeth, leaning closer to his face. “Am I supposed to be scared of you? There’s 1000 things in these woods alone that are scarier than you.” You and Harry’s gazes locked. His eyes were so... blue. You really hadn’t noticed before.

His glare softened slightly and he released his grip on your hair, stepping back. You straightened up, keeping a close eye on Harry. You’d never admit that he scared you a bit. Never.

It was silent now. You looked away into the forest. It was completely dark now. Crunching sounds from the forest made the hairs on your arms raise. You and Harry shared a look to confirm you both heard it. A nearby wolf’s howl made you gasp and reach out, a firm hold on Harry’s shirt. He held your wrist.

“C’mon. C’mon.” He ushered you to the backseat and practically shoved you in and climbed in after you. You sighed and tucked your knees under your chin. Fuck, this was bad. “Call Princey. See what kinda magic he can work.” Harry murmured, like he was afraid to talk too loud.

“Hey, finally a smart suggestion from you.” You said with a sarcastic smile and leaned forward to your car’s center panel. You had both knees on the middle storage compartment, waiting on the phone to ring.

“Hello?” Ben answered after three rings. “Ben!” You were instantly filled with relief. “I need some help. My car blew a tire in the Summerwoods.” You explained. “What about your spare?” He asked. You turned to glance at Harry who gave a sarcastic wave. You flipped him off and turned back around. “It was a bad spare.” You lied. “Can you send help?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s gonna be a couple of hours though.” Ben said. You groaned at the fact you already knew. “Thanks, Ben. I’ll make it up to you one day, I swear.” You smiled at Ben’s laughter. “Yeah, just hang tight.” With that, he hung up and you tossed your phone back into the center console.

You moved to sit back down in the backseat, instead moving into something solid. While you were preoccupied, Harry had slid into the middle seat right behind you. “What are you-” You squeaked as Harry pulled you down into his lap.

He wound his hand into your hair again and bent you backwards, leaving your neck exposed. His other hand had a firm grip on your hip. You gasped as he licked a stripe up your neck, blowing on it to make you shudder. “W-what are you doing?”

“I can see it, ya know? I saw it earlier. Ya look at me the way I look at ya.” He murmured, low and close to your ear. “You lie and say you hate me but have still fantasized about this. About me.” He placed a kiss on your neck. Your shaking hands found their place on his knees.

“Say you want this. Say you want me. Or I’ll let you go and we never have to speak again.” Your heart hurt in an unexplained way. This bickering love-to-hate routine you and Harry had fallen into naturally, for it all to stop one day? It seemed Harry Hook had somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.

“Harry...” You murmured, looking up at him. “I want you. Now.” You said with more confidence that you’d anticipated. He looked surprised but quickly adopted his signature cocky grin. “Atta girl.” He helped you turn around to straddle him.

You bent down to kiss along his jawline before planting one on his lips. It started innocent but quickly turned rougher and more passionate. Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass. You gasped into the kiss and pulled away, looking at Harry with an indignant look.

“That’s for the fuckin’ attitude you’ve been giving me for the last 4 months.” He growled, voice deep and husky. “You’ll get a lot more later.” He said, his tone of voice making you realize you were in for a world of hurt later.

He tugged on the bottom of your shirt before pulling it off. He grinned and pulled you back for another kiss, slowly grinding his erection against your leg. You scratched his shoulders as you pulled away.

“I’m not fucking you on the first date.” You said matter-of-factly. He looked at you, confused and a bit annoyed. “Technically it’s not even a date. More of a car invasion.” You crossed your arms, smirking at Harry. He narrowed his eyes before grinning himself.

“Either way, I’m still gonna rock your world, luv.” He smacked your ass in the same spot, making you hiss in pain. You climbed off his lap and leaned up against the door, Harry right on top of you.

You gripped the seat as Harry kissed down your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Your head was tossed back as he moved lower and lower. "Look at me." You glanced down and could barely make out Harry kneeling between your legs.

He started tugging on your jeans and you lifted up to help him. In one fluid motion, your jeans were tossed into the front seat. You whimpered, feeling exposed. Harry shushed you, breathing close to your lower belly. "Trust me."

Your heart lurches in shock as cold metal dragged its way up your leg and hooked into your underwear, tugging them down. You felt like your face was on fire.

You took a deep breath as Harry threw one leg over his shoulder and the opposite leg was pushed to dangle over the floor boards. You flushed again as Harry kissed gently up your thigh. You shrieked as he nipped your inner thigh.

"Fucker..." You stammered. Harry laughed before he leaned down close to your heat. He slowly dragged his tongue up your slit. You moaned loudly, one hand reaching to Harry's head, pushing him down.

You sighed and moaned into your hand as Harry continued his ministrations. "I- I wanna hear you." Harry murmured into your thigh. "I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." His voice barely more than a whisper.

"Harry!" You moaned loudly as Harry blew cool air over your slit. "That's my girl." And he went back down on you, more aggressive this time. The air in the car felt thick and foggy, just like your thought process.

Harry moved to your clit, clearly tracing a pattern. He used one hand on hold your bucking hips down as he continued. "Are you-" You trailed into a high pitched whine. "Tracing your fucking name?" You shook violently.

You could feel Harry grin against you. He moved up into your face, noses nearly touching. "Yeah. And what are ya going to do about it?" He sneered, attack your neck again with a rigorous fever. "Mine." That one word sent a fire burning through you.

One of Harry's hands moved you your slit, two fingers slipping in easily. "Harry..." You moaned, tears coming to your eyes. He was still sucking and biting at the base of your neck and collarbone, clearly trying to leave a mark. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, making him let out a few curses.

Harry curled his fingers against your G-spot relentlessly, your legs shaking and your hips bucking wildly. "Harry!" You sobbed as you finally came, back arching and world going still.

It was quiet for a moment and the only sound was both of yours heavy breathing. Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pant, sitting back on the other side of the backseat. You sat up and pulled your legs back to you.

You winced, pain shooting through your body. "What the fuck did you do to me, Hook?" You muttered. Your legs and back were cramped up and it felt like you'd been punched in the neck. He laughed heartily. "Fucked ya up good, huh?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but agree. Between your dried tears on your cheeks and messy hair from rubbing against the window, not to mention all the bruises.

You glanced over at Harry who was looking at you curiously. "What?" He asked. You smirked at him, leaning over him. You ran you hand down his chest and iver the bulge in his pants, making him buck into your hand. "It's my turn now."

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honeymoonjin · 4 years ago

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pairing: namjoon x jimin genre: smut, 18+ readers only word count: 5.1k

summary: namjoon has worked as a bodyguard for an upscale BDSM dungeon for long enough to know that jimin is the most sought-after dom there. it only takes one miscommunication for namjoon to discover firsthand why that is.

warnings: unedited, sexually explicit content, power bottom!jimin, sub top!namjoon, unprotected sex, degradation, light pain play, BDSM dynamics, kinda temperature play, i think that's it but i'm so out of practice so i apologise if i missed something

a/n: this piece came to fruition thanks firstly to the @armyadvocates AAPI Justice and Advocacy initiative, and secondly to the kind commissioner @goldenwallsvol6 on twitter who requested this (i'm so sorry for not including everything you asked for, i got a little carried away kdsjfdssk). please check out the AAPI initiative here, consider donating, and check out the resources that come with it.

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Clocking in to work has become such a routine for Namjoon that he often finds himself switching his brain off, preoccupied with half-thoughts as his body runs on autopilot.

He signs in, uses the staff changing room to replace his sweats with the company standard uniform - a tight t-shirt and slim fit jeans, the belt of which he hooks his keys on. He doesn’t actually start his shift for another couple minutes, and so he ducks to the bathroom, chews a breath mint, and stretches before heading out of the office and down the narrow hallway that leads to the den.

In fact, it takes him a few steps into the dungeon before his automatic schedule is disrupted.

It appears Namjoon is entirely alone in the facility.

His steps, taken with heavy-duty boots, echo around the hollow space with nothing but the walls to absorb them. It’s a Thursday night (he consults his phone just to be sure) and he was on the closing shift. On any usual day, he’d be starting work right at the bustling high of the BDSM dungeon, yet he finds himself wandering alone.

Shaped in a rough X, the center of the dungeon is open-plan, with more private spaces forking off. The wing he’s in is generally full of swingers and kinksters making use of costume changing stations and a room full of cleaning supplies and disposables like condoms or wet wipes. It was always the calmest section, but never dead like this.

In a daze, Namjoon glances inside the rooms anyway, half-expecting the place to burst into life at any given moment. But it stays undisturbed, and in no time he’s in the central atrium, weaving through bolted-down couches, benches and racks until he can sink onto a stool at the bar.

Coherent thought escapes him. His brain flails for a reason, but the absurdity of an entirely vacant sex dungeon has him lost for words. After a moment, in restless futility, he stands back up and goes behind the bar, back further into the mini storage/kitchen that he knows features a window.

Outside the narrow, slightly dusty frame is an empty parking lot. His heart sinks, feeling sorely left behind and out of the loop, but a glint catches his eye. Pressing his nose to the glass, he squints and peeks a somewhat familiar vehicle, pulled into the closest park to the entrance of the dungeon.

Namjoon stares pointedly at the Hyundai, racking his brain. God, who was it that had a-

A wooden scrape from behind has Namjoon jumping in violent fright, catching his forehead on the protruding frame of the window. Cursing, he whirls around and glimpses movement further inside. Another drawn-out scrape is followed by a very human-sounding huff.

Heart still racing, Namjoon makes his way out of the storage area and stands behind the bar, seeking out the presence.

“Oh, shit, you gave me a heart attack!” Park Jimin stands off to the left of the room, hands on his hips and head tilted back in relief. “I thought you were a burglar.”

“No,” Namjoon states redundantly, mouth not quite working beyond that. He knew he recognised that silver SUV - every Thursday he watched Jimin hop into it and pull away after a long night of scening. The two had exchanged words often, more than Namjoon could say for most patrons. Being the bouncer for a sex dungeon didn’t lead to that much genuine conversation, but he always appreciated the effort Jimin would put in, hair wet with sweat and lips curved with happy exhaustion but still asking Namjoon if he’d managed to work out whether it was birds or the neighbour’s cat eating his strawberry plants.

He forces himself to check back into the present when current-Jimin cocks his head with a slightly sheepish grin, awaiting an actual explanation. “I, um,” Namjoon stutters, having to avert his eyes to construct anything coherent, “I didn’t realise the club was shut, I’m honestly a little confused.”

Jimin’s smile drops, plush lips rounding in surprise. “Oh, really? Hoseok-hyung said he sent out emails to all the staff. There was a pipe leak so we called off our whole calender until Monday. Did you not get it? We’ve had troubles with work emails getting stuck in spam; something about a sex dungeon really seems to set off the detectors,” the man quips with a jovial lift of his brow.

Namjoon bites down on his tongue, offering up a silent nod of acknowledgement. He’d seen Jimin more times than he could count in black, red, royal purple. In the club he favoured leather, not buckled and studded but sleek and tight, often decorating his lithe body with harnesses, gauntlets and heavy rings instead. More often than not, he’d boast unsmudgable smokey eyes with sharp liner, cheekbones as harsh as they were dewy. It had taken a while, but Namjoon had eventually grown used to the sight, able to prevent chubbing up at the mere sight of his ass as he bent to open his car door.

For some reason, seeing him outside of that whole persona is far more intimidating. Still covered in a light sheen of sweat, that’s the only linker to the Jimin Namjoon is faced with today. He’s got chunky white sneakers weighing down his feet, long overalls rolled up at the cuffs to let some air reach his ankles. The overalls prove particularly problematic to Namjoon, as they don’t seem to have anything underneath. Namjoon can see collarbones, glorious collarbones, and the lean bare sides of Jimin’s torso. If he bent over, Namjoon would probably get a glimpse of his nipples. The thought dampens his mouth with need.

Jimin himself seems unaware of, or at least unbothered by, the way Namjoon stares him down. Instead, he reaches down to push a cardboard box as tall as his waist across the hardwood floor closer to the bar one shove at a time. “Anyway, you’re welcome to head home. I’ll get Hoseok to add half an hour to your payslip for your troubles.”

“What are you doing here then?” Namjoon asks reflexively, cringing at how loud he’s accidentally pitched his voice.

Jimin’s face is surprisingly round without the stroke of makeup to emphasise dimensions, and when he beams at Namjoon, it softens his whole face even more. “I’m taking advantage of us being closed to install some new furniture. D’you wanna see?” He seems to reconsider, shooting Namjoon a worried look. “It is sex stuff, though.”

“I wasn’t expecting a bookshelf,” he answers honestly, and is rewarded with the bubbling sound of Jimin’s laughter, drowned out prematurely by another shove of the box. “Here,” Namjoon says suddenly, darting out from behind the bar, “let me help.”

At first, Jimin pushes while Namjoon pulls, but after a few grunts of exertion, steps back and lets Namjoon take over, not disguising the way his eyes linger on the way Namjoon’s biceps and pecs flex under his t-shirt sleeve. Obediently, Namjoon lets the bleach-blonde guide him to an open space near the centre of the room, depositing the weighty box there.

With a satisfied hum and a lingering glance at Namjoon’s body, Jimin bends over with a pen from his pocket, using the nib to pop and rip the tape on the box lid, yanking back the flaps with ferocious enthusiasm. He lets out a delighted cry upon lifting a frame of styrofoam out of the box, revealing the goods inside.

One at a time, he takes out oddly-shaped plates of metal, plastic baggies of bolts and screws, and some rubber caps. Kicking the empty box away, Jimin slots his hands back on his hips and grins at Namjoon. “Can you guess what it is?”

Namjoon takes a moment to consider the different sections of stainless steel. The largest isn’t flat, but a rectangle with a slight curve to it, the gentlest arc. The rest come in mirrored pairs, most just for structure, but four of them featuring heavy-duty O-rings. Though he works outside the play area, Namjoon can guess what those are for. “Something for bondage?” he ventures, stomach flipping when Jimin eyes glint with thinly veiled interest.

“A breeding bench,” Jimin explains, squatting to let his fingers trail down the side of one bar, “the metal feels sterile and cold for those that like it. Have you used one before?”

Namjoon feels unsteady on his feet. “No,” he answers, but the softness in his voice betrays his lack of aversion to the thought. But Jimin might think he was a dominant, too, Namjoon worries. Everyone else tended to. “Not yet,” he adds after a moment.

Jimin sucks in a silent but sharp breath, chin lifting. “I could use a hand setting it up. Would you mind…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, no problem.” Namjoon tries to clear his throat, but the lump of anticipation remains. “Happy to help.”

“Excellent,” the dom beams, fishing around the pieces of styrofoam to locate the printed instructions, handing them to Namjoon. As Namjoon begins to make sense of them, looking over the basic diagrams, Jimin sits down on a nearby ottoman, intended for viewing the other stations, but continuing to face his new help instead. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you more anyway,” he divulges in a honeyed tone.

“Really?” Namjoon glances up from the instructions, feeling the heat of Jimin’s gaze. Even in worn overalls and unstyled hair, the man strikes a gorgeous image, and his posture screams distinguished dominant down to the curl of his fingers. His mere presence has Namjoon feeling off-balance in the most electric way. “There’s not much to know.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Jimin replies immediately, deadpan. “Why are you standing outside every night when you’re just as kinky as those of us indoors?”

“Excuse me?”

Jimin leans forward, legs splayed wide and elbows on his knees. His eyes are intently focused, blazing. “For a while it drove me crazy,” he starts, “you looked so familiar. I saw you every evening and couldn’t put my finger on it. But you used to scene here, didn’t you? Years ago.”

Namjoon’s heart stops beating, sitting heavy behind his ribs instead. “You- You’re not meant to approach people you know from the dungeon outside. It’s against the rules.”

“We aren’t outside,” Jimin counters. “I want to know why you stopped. You don’t look happy, Namjoon, seeing others come and go while you’re stuck to your post. Help me understand.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Namjoon stays silent, opening his mouth seeming too daunting a task. After a moment, Jimin swallows hard and sits back again, giving up the inquisition. Namjoon chooses to continue the task at hand, consulting the instructions.

The bench itself is a relatively simple setup. There’s two long cuts of steel in an X below the main panel for stability, four legs with the O-ring bars at either end, and the rubber caps on the bottom to avoid scratching the floor. As he putters around with the nuts and bolts, using a tiny spanner provided in the baggies to tighten them, he feels Jimin’s curious gaze on him. Silent.

Eventually, the silence has its desired effect, and Namjoon lets his internal thoughts vocalise. “I played here for a while. My partner and I ended up going our separate ways, and I wanted to give him space.” He doesn’t make eye contact, pulse thudding and heating the pieces of metal he fiddles with.

Jimin takes a short moment to reply, but it feels cavernous. “It’s been years, then. Hasn’t he had enough space yet?”

Namjoon’s eye twitches. How many nights had he stayed up with that exact question in mind? “It doesn’t feel right anymore. People would know me for who I was then. And I’m- I’m not that person.” His partner, an eager sub with a need for a firm hand, had asked Namjoon one day if he was sure he was really happy being a dom, and it had entirely dismantled the place in BDSM that he’d cultivated for himself. That sub was right, and he didn’t know how to adjust his course to fit his true desire.

So he’d pulled away entirely, unable to fully leave this world, but unsure of whether it still had a spot for him inside it. He just wants to feel what it’s like to let go in the way his subs did. And as his hands focus on constructing the heavyset bench, his mind wanders deeper in this vein, loose-lipped enough to confess it all to Jimin.

Jimin listens without judgement, not even seeming surprised when Namjoon admits to feeling more submissive, and the lack of reaction is liberating in a way he couldn’t have expected.

It’s not until the final bolt is fastened in place and Namjoon leans back, slightly breathless, that Jimin stands up and approaches him again. He crouches in front of Namjoon, eyes tender and hesitant, reaching out a hand.

Confused, Namjoon holds his out, palm-up, and Jimin takes it carefully, circling his fingers around the narrowest part of his wrist. Still, it’s too meaty for Jimin’s fingertips to connect. He squeezes lightly, carefully, before locking his gaze with Namjoon again, who swears he’s no longer breathing.

“Do you want to try?” Jimin asks. His voice is low, soft but full-bodied. “Do you want to try to let go? Club rules would apply.”

And Namjoon is nodding, and the grip on his wrist is tightening, restraining, and Jimin’s surging forward, lips on his.

His free hand comes up to hook around the nape of Namjoon’s neck. He’s held there, unforgiving, as the dom deepens the kiss. There’s no space between them, just skin on skin, tongue on tongue. It’s uncoordinated on Namjoon’s part, but so calculated and thorough on Jimin’s, like he knows the exact way to unwind him.

Jimin’s fingers scratch up into Namjoon’s hairline. He’d been growing out the length a little for winter, just enough to cover his ears, and it provides leverage for Jimin to grip on and tug, tug, tug in sharp bursts, timed unevenly enough that Namjoon is never ready. Every pull sends an electric shock down his spine, right between his legs.

He’s hard already, achingly so, and it just worsens when Jimin shifts his weight, bringing a foot forward and over Namjoon’s thigh, half-caging his body flush against his.

Jimin’s body is hot, even through the denim overalls and searing when it’s skin-on-skin. Namjoon can hear himself panting when their mouths split apart briefly, but he can’t stop his head from spinning long enough to care.

Before long, a rumbling growl escapes Jimin’s throat, and his teeth find Namjoon’s lower lip, scraping and nipping at the flesh. It’s not until Namjoon’s hand is shaking in Jimin’s grip that he pulls away, eyes wild and alight.

Namjoon must look utterly debauched, with swollen lips, hazy eyes and rucked-up hair, but his cock is screaming to be touched, and his breaths become infused with pleas for more, begging Jimin to touch him.

“God, you greedy little thing,” Jimin remarks in wonder, and a shudder takes over Namjoon’s body. Jimin quirks a brow. “Good? Bad? I don’t know what you like.”

“Good,” Namjoon insists without shame, “oh my god, good. Say m-more like that.”

Jimin hums with a grin, hand on Namjoon’s neck slipping around front to fist his shirt, yanking it suddenly. “Up, then,” he barks, standing himself, “I want you on the bench you built for me. Thank God that body is good for something; it’s not much fucking use now, is it?”

Namjoon’s breath leaves him in a rush, and he gets up shakily, almost tripping over his own feet as he lowers himself back down on the end of the bench. It’s chillingly cold even through his jeans, and he trembles at the thought of touching it with bare skin. Jimin has no such qualms, however, planting his palm on Namjoon’s chest and pushing him backwards, insistently guiding him down without knocking his head on the metal.

His teeth chatter briefly, but it’s nothing compared to when Jimin clicks his tongue and reaches down to strip the thin fabric of his t-shirt off with one fell swoop, the stitches breaking as they’re forced over the broadest part of his shoulders.

Ice erupts across his back and he gasp, shooting up. Jimin’s hand prevents him from getting far, and his breathing grows loud and sharp, shivering violently as his body fights to warm up the steel. The slight arch of it slots perfectly into the divot of his spine, meaning every inch is flush against him.

“You stay where I put you,” Jimin scolds, flicking at a nipple in punishment. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it? You, lying here, asking to be degraded by somebody half your size? Pathetic. You’re lucky I’m a giving man.”

“Th-thank you,” Namjoon offers up with wide eyes. He doesn’t know the protocol, doesn’t even know how he should be acting as a sub, let alone as a sub for Jimin. He can barely believe the situation he’s ended up in, but he’s never felt so alive. The cold steel is a wakeup call to sluggish veins, his blood rushing faster than ever, most of it going straight to his dick.

Jimin huffs like he’s not quite pleased with the response - even as his eyes crinkle and glint with satisfaction - and simply hooks a finger into the waistband of Namjoon’s jeans, frowning. “Can’t even get undressed yourself. For goodness’ sake.”

Namjoon’s cheeks burn, and he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling so overwhelmed. Though it was years ago, the habit of being in control hasn’t left him, and part of him feels anxious being so vulnerable. Closing his eyes eases that, and Jimin lets him, briefly reaching up to give his upper arm a squeeze, a lilting hum asking the unworded question.

“I’m okay,” he breathes to the darkness behind his eyelids, and the squeeze returns before Jimin straightens up again, fingers yanking impatiently at Namjoon’s jeans, undoing them and yanking them off, taking his briefs with them.

The new level of nudity sends another shock of cold to his system, but this time Namjoon welcomes it with a groan, tilting his hips up so that his cock rests on his lower stomach. His fingers twitch, aching to wrap around himself.

His desire is answered, not with the delicious grip of fingers, but with the hard press of the heel of Jimin’s palm, pinning his hardness down without mercy. A moan dies in Namjoon’s throat as his body tries to curl inwards. A second hand holds him down still, leaving him unable to escape the heavy pressure.

He pants, writhing and toes curling, but Jimin just sighs softly, like he’s more relaxed than ever. “Such a waste,” he drawls, his voice blooming with all the flourishes of a Disney villain, “wanting to be treated like a slut, but what am I getting out of this? Hm?”

“U-uh-” Namjoon has no idea what to say, cracking his eyes open to seek out the comfort of acknowledgement above the level of the scene. His breath is taken away at the sight. Jimin, above him like an avenging angel, golden-haired and glittering with sweat, still fully clothed (as fully as you could call a single piece of denim). He finds Namjoon’s searching gaze and sends him a calm, dreamy smile of encouragement, before twisting his palm against the base of Namjoon’s dick, wringing a strangled groan out of the man. “You can take me,” he pants, filled with the urge to provide, to serve, “take what you want.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side, like this proposition is worth considering. As he makes a show of pondering, he taps his fingers lazily against his cock’s dripping head. Namjoon swallows the whimpers that threaten to bubble up, and forces his hips not to budge. “I’ll be honest with you,” Jimin says finally, “because you don’t deserve sugar-coating. If I was here with a fleshlight or a dildo, I would’ve come already. You’re wasting my precious time, sweet boy. I don’t want you to lay here and simper, I want you to be a good toy for me. So what’s it gonna be?”

Namjoon’s muscles are trembling; from his lips to his toes, he feels like he’s vibrating slightly, restless down to the very atoms that make him up. Jimin is patient, lazily drawing sticky patterns of precum on Namjoon’s abdomen with his pinky finger. Namjoon fights against the primal part of his brain for something coherent, replaying his words. Fleshlight or dildo. Be a good toy. Jimin was offering him the choice to top or bottom, Namjoon realises, and his cock twitches, feeling liberated and thoroughly taken apart with that heady mix of submission and power. He was giving control to Jimin, but never losing his choices.

For a moment, he does consider what it might feel like to let Jimin take him. He’d never bottomed before - at least not for anyone but his own fingers in his experimental years - but if anyone could make him feel safe, he suspected it would be the dom leaning over him. It’s once he really thinks about it that he knows he’s not ready, a thin strand of dread winding around his lungs that won’t go away until he’s stammering to Jimin that he can have Namjoon’s cock if he wants it.

Jimin sucks in a slow, pleased breath, a smile curling at his lips as he lays the weight of Namjoon’s length across the palm of his hand, looking it over. The chill of the steel beneath him is nothing compared to the iced shiver that runs through him upon being inspected in his most private area. Second most private, he corrects. Baby steps.

“I suppose,” Jimin declares finally with a sigh, “this should do. Not winning any awards, though, is it?” Namjoon’s cheeks burn with shame at the comment even as his face scrunches up in disagreement. If there was one thing to be proud of physically, it was that he could always bring his partners pleasure with the equipment he grew into.

Jimin sees the unfiltered reaction on Namjoon’s face and suddenly claps his free hand over his mouth, turning away. The giggle, impish and delicate, doesn’t get as muffled as he probably intended. “Dammit,” he mumbles, “stop being funny, that’s not fair.”

Namjoon blinks, still stark naked and hard as rock beneath the clothed and chuckling dom. “...Apologies,” he says after a pause, “but do you want to- um- are we-”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jimin says, clearing his throat and wiggling the muscles in his cheek to force the smile down. His fingers reach nimbly for the straps that hold his set of overalls on, and undresses down to skin as he takes some deep breaths as if to hype himself back into character. Once he’s done, he swings a leg over the metal bench and straddles Namjoon’s thighs with a swiftness that takes his breath away.

While it may take Jimin a second to slip back into his dom headspace after the break in mood, all Namjoon needs is the feeling of Jimin’s plump ass cheeks settling onto hs lap and he’s being smacked in the face with submission, ready to beg to feel it more intimately.

Jimin doesn’t wait for him to beg, however, rolling his body forward and down, all the way until their cocks are pinned together between their stomachs, and their noses bump. Close enough to kiss, Jimin stays right there, a breath away, and Namjoon freezes, unsure if he’s allowed to close the gap.

Pleased with the restraint shown, Jimin smirks, eyes wandering over Namjoon’s face in pure bemusement, slightly cross-eyed with their proximity. “Most toys can’t kiss back,” he mentions, a hand sliding up Namjoon’s forearm and shoulder to thumb at his jaw, tilting his head back and holding it in place, “so I figure I might as well treat myself.”

“Most?” is the final worried exclamation Namjoon manages to get out before lips are descending on his, and heat erupts.

There’s no way Namjoon could keep up. Not when his face is pressed tightly to Jimin’s, lips nipped at, tongue sucked at, and mouth thoroughly explored. Not when every inch of his front is pressed to Jimin’s, the latter’s nipples hard against the soft, relaxed flesh of Namjoon’s chest. Not when he becomes aware of slow rocking, Jimin grinding their cocks together.

It takes him an unknowable eternity of this to realise that the slow, indulgent groans passed between them aren’t all his, and that Jimin’s shifting motions are brought on by the way he’s reached behind himself with a finger slick with their shared spit, working himself open.

It’s that realisation that becomes the last straw for any of Namjoon’s reserves. He feels so - so passive, not even prepping the man who’s about to take his cock. He’s lying on unforgiving steel, body used as a grinding post and mouth deeply plundered, just a mindless toy, dumbed down to pleasure and need. He isn’t even really aware of his own body where Jimin isn’t touching it; he isn’t too sure where in space his hands are, or what his feet are doing. His lips are for Jimin and his cock is for Jimin and that’s enough to make him light-headed.

When Jimin sits up, Namjoon grunts a bit and fights for some clarity to help line himself up against Jimin’s awaiting body, but the dom just tuts and rebuffs the advances, suiting himself. Part of his weight is on Namjoon’s right shoulder as he props himself up, slowly bearing the rest down so that the head of Namjoon’s cock pushes inside.

The moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth is enough to make Namjoon’s bones shake, wishing he could hear it on repeat, and the dom certainly seems to be doing his best to make it a reality with the enthusiastic way he works his hips down in tight circles, clenching around the intrusion.

Namjoon feels like he’s floating, the hard edges of steel no longer grounding him. He doesn’t lift his hands up to hold onto Jimin, he doesn’t fuck up into him, he’s barely even looking at him with how low his eyes are lidded, but there’s liberation in that inaction.

The pressure to perform is entirely lifted, and he feels the pleasure twofold, once from his own sensation and then again like an echo with every sigh and groan that leaves Jimin’s lips.

The dom has the stamina of an athlete, lifting a leg up onto the metal base beside Namjoon’s hips to gain better leverage, and Namjoon has a front row seat to the way the muscles in Jimin’s thighs flex. They’re corded and thick, such an erotic contrast to the softness of his ass, and Namjoon feels drunk off of it.

He lets Jimin take what he wants, and he feels, and that’s all.

He doesn’t even think, not really, nothing deeper than mindless observation.

Jimin is beautiful, like nobody he’d seen before, and the lack of makeup and unstyled hair certainly doesn’t change that. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and that he’s sharing this experience with Namjoon. He sits up, leaning backwards with a hand on Namjoon’s knee instead of his shoulder, and the first time he plunges down, his whole body is wracked with a violent tremor.

“I’m close,” he pants outs, eyes flicking down to Namjoon, a lazy grin appearing momentarily, onto to be knocked off by an expression of pure euphoria as he swaps the bouncing out for grinding. He rocks his hips back and forth, Namjoon buried deeply inside, and seeks out his own end irrelevant of the body that cock belongs to.

Namjoon doesn’t care, loves the near out-of-body experience he’s having, and wills the pleasure to simmer long enough for Jimin to come first.

When Jimin gets really close, he loses some of the fluidity in his movements and becomes jagged, seizing up more and more until he’s stock still, breaths staccato and mouth wide open. The physical release follows soon after, and Namjoon shudders as hot white paints the underside of his chin and his chest.

Jimin has a hand around himself, tugging out every last drop as he sucks in desperate lungfuls of air, slowly curling in on himself until his burning forehead is on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, chest heaving.

Namjoon reaches his end without even noticing. The pleasure throughout his whole body is so electric that an orgasm is barely a notch higher, more so a spreading warmth throughout his body. Wet where Jimin’s still joined to him, and damp everywhere else with perspiration, but it’s blissful nonetheless.

Jimin heaves himself back upright after a brief interlude, brows furrowed as he glances down at Namjoon. “Did you- oh,” he remarks, shifting a little and seeing the cum that’s split around the base of Namjoon’s cock. He lets out a deep sigh, eyes slipping closed for a moment as he tips his head back. “Okay, bye-bye dom.”

Namjoon’s mind slips back into awareness at a snail’s pace, feeling first the way his throat has dried up a little and his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth. Then his voice comes back to him, and he coughs a little, blinking up at the dom above him. “Does dom have a return date by chance? That was… fucking incredible,” he admits.

Jimin laughs, the action causing him to clench around Namjoon. With playful fingers, he reaches down and lightly pinches the fat of Namjoon’s cheeks. “You’re too cute,” he declares, before lifting himself up and off, clicking his tongue at the rush of wetness that drips down his legs. “Far out, it’s like you haven’t nutted in a year.”

Namjoon feels his cheeks heat against his best intentions. “That’s just normal.”

Jimin sends him a sharp look, searching his face. “Holy fuck,” he muses, stalking over to the nearest station to raid a small drawer of wet wipes, “and you’ve been letting that beast sit out in the cold every night instead of coming in here? Masochist.”

It takes all the energy left in his body to sit up, but Namjoon gratefully accepts a fresh wad of wipes and begins to clean himself off. “The beast doesn’t pay the bills,” he quips, already feeling more casual with Jimin after their intense shared experience.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to enjoy its company on your free time,” Jimin offers up, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze with what appears to be a shy streak as he dresses himself.

Namjoon smiles, appreciating the gorgeous sight of Jimin’s body before he covers up. Appreciating even more the way he feels so comfortable in his presence, enough to let go the way he did. “I’d like that.”

#armyadvocatesaapi #minjoon smut #dom jimin #sub namjoon #bts smut

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! Boys and what type of old man they’ll be

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi and Daishou

*Minor Timeskip spoilers*

TW- Old men, mentions of being senile, mentions of retirement home.

Akaashi Keiji: Old man with the best stories

The kind of old man who has the best stories.

He doesn’t tell fictional stories, they’re really just stories from his youth, but he always makes them so fun to listen to.

his grandkids always want him to be the one to read them bedtime stories.

He also gives really good advice.

Will do fun things with his grandkids like outings and what not, but he’ll also help out at home, take them to/pick them up from school and all that stuff.

Comes off as ‘wise’, and he’s stayed pretty sharp throughout the years.

Spends his mornings drinking coffee and playing crossword puzzles.

Aged very nicely, like he looks older sure, but he still looks nice.

Goes by Grandad

Washio Tatsuki: Sweet old man

The old man who only seems scary, because in all actuality he’s a softy.

Definitely loves kids, and keeps candy in a little bowl by the front door for when his grandkids come to visit.

Always offers to help people move into their houses, help with people’s housework etc. (He kept his nice physique playing professional volleyball dUh)

Always there for his family too. He hosts all the family dinners, makes sure his kids/grandkids are okay, all that good stuff~

He’s still pretty quiet though, but it’s never uncomfortable.

Like, you could sit in silence with Old Man Washio, both of you doing your own thing and you’d still enjoy your time with him.

Goes by Grandaddy

Konoha Akinori: Old man that shamelessly criticizes people

“haaa?!?! Well why the heck didya do that? That was dumb.”

He wasn’t exactly censored when he was older, so I find it very unlikely it got better as he aged.

He is in no way mean, just blunt.

Gives his two cents on everything.

The news? No don’t get news from them they’re stupid.

That brand of canned peas? They put way too little salt, there’s no flavor!

It seems like in any and every situation he has something to say about it.

Doesn’t get angry when he’s wrong, just laughs and moves on with life.

Goes by Poppy

Kita Shinsuke: Strict old man

Takes things very seriously, to the point he comes off as intimidating.

He’s spent a long time perfecting his routine, even as an old man he still has his life perfectly put together.

He remained blunt and perceptive, and he can sometimes come off as critical.

Just try cooking with him for example.

Really? You’re gonna do that? No, no it’s fine...just wrong.

But he’s passive aggressive with it.

Doesn’t realize it, but all of his kids/grandkids just want his approval r.i.p.

But little do they know they already have it, he loves his family and is already proud of him.

Goes by Grandpa Shinsuke

Suna Rintaro: Lazy old man

Yeah...he COULD do that..but he could also..like..not.

Spends his days. Uh. Watching tv mostly.

He’s pretty chill, and he’s is definitely the type to spoilt the heck outta his grandkids.

They don’t really even have to ask for it.

He’s just like ‘Hm...whelp, I’m the granddad, it’s not my job to parent you. Sure why not?’

His grandkids love him lol.

And not just because he buys them things, but he’s generally just a fun (but incredibly) unmotivated enjoyable old man.

Goes by Gramps

Ushijima Wakatoshi: He’s hOw old?!?!

He aged, but he didn’t...

Even in his old age he remains stoic and quiet.

Another one who becomes that ‘wise old man’.

He also tells good stories, even if most of them do revolve around volleyball...

Regardless his grandkids always enjoy spending time with him cause he’s just the coolest :)

But his grandchildren love him nonetheless!

Also calls his grandchildren by THEIR full names.

idk man it just works.

Goes by Grandfather...Yes, the whole thing but he doesn’t mind nick names, I mean they’re from his precious grandchildren after all.

Yahaba Shigeru: “When I was your age-”

The type to reminisce...you might even know what he’s talking about.

I don’t wanna say senile...

But he kinda goes senile y’know?

Gets a l l the girls at the retiring home though.

He also aged well, his hair has not changed, just it’s color lol

Has told the same story countless times, but each time his grandkids still enjoy it, whether if that’s for his enjoyment or theirs they’ll never tell.

He speaks very fondly of his volleyball days, and high school in general.

Plays volleyball with his grandkids, just for fun! Doesn’t teach them everything, but if they want to he’ll play negotiator with the parentals.

Goes by Pops, he rEFUsed to be called ‘grandpa’ it made him feel old.

Iwaizumi Hajime: “quIET DOWN” Grumpy old man

The old man all children are afraid of.

It’s not...intentional...

Okay it’s a LITTLE intentional. But he doesn’t make them cry or anything!

But Let me tell you, there will be n o t h i n g on Old Man Hajime’s lawn.

At one point some rowdy and punk teens started causing trouble on the street he lived on.

His solution was to sit on his porch and just...yell.

After years of being an athletic trainer and intimidating all those around him, he was made for this.

Those kids never stood a chance h a.

1,000% A good grandpa though. He’s very supportive of his grandkids, and is nothing but good and soft to them.

I see him as having been a stricter parent to his kids, but once his grandkids were born was just like ‘Your turn to be mean, I get to be the fun one now sucker’.

Goes by Grandad while the grandkids are young, but once they grow a little older they call him Old Man.

Futakuchi Kenji: Immature old man

If he didn’t look old, you would never have known he was 60+.

He does all the fun things with his grandkids.

Spoils them rotten and sends them home to his kids with a ‘Goodbye~’.

Definitely the type to fill them up with sugar RIGHT before they go home just to do it.

Despite his age if the family is all together and he’s asked/challenged, he’ll do what the kids are doing despite the knowing pain he’ll feel later.

One time his family and Aone’s family (...Futakuchi’s son married Aone’s daughter :0) had a little reunion and were playing volleyball. Even though it had been a *few* years since the two had played, they figured they’d do it ‘for old times sake’ as they had called it.

Ignoring the warnings from their wives and children they started playing.

And actually played quite well, and avoided any serious injuries miraculously.

Goes by Grandad

Daishou Suguru: Mean old man

He is brutal.

To everyone not his wife, kids and wonderful grandkids that is.

The type of Old man to tease and provoke everyone, then plays it off like he’s just some ‘crazy old man’ who can’t control what he’s saying.

He can, or he is very much capable of doing so but chooses not too.

He’s a fun grandad though. Has all his grandkid’s favorite games/toys and snacks always stocked.

If his kids ever mess up he is rUthLess.

Those are HIS grandbabies how dAre you.

Used to tease them (lovingly) about relationships.

...And then his eldest granddaughter started dating Kuroo’s oldest grandson...and due to the death stare his wife gave him he couldn’t do anything about it.

Had to ‘welcome’ the boy into the family, ugh gross.

Goes by Grampa (tHeRe’S a DiFfErEnCe oKaY)

#akaashi x reader #washio x reader #konoha x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #yahaba x reader #iwaizumi x reader #futakuchi x reader #daishou x reader #Haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuufanfiction #y/n #hq headcanons #hq imagines

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can i have (timeskip?) kuroo with a fem! s/o who is a sophisticated introvert that intimidates people because she doesn't smile or talk much but when she's with friends she's actually really nice, funny and outgoing, and she has really good fashion sense? (i'm sorry if this is too specific lmao you can ignore this i'm just yearning for kuroo HAHAHAHA)

this is so funny because this dynamic is literally THE cutest

so you know how kuroo works in pr right so this is The Office Romance Of The Century

the meeting <3

so kuroo works on the ninth floor and you work on the twentieth floor

though you guys work in different departments, you guys are both around the same age so you guys kind of have the same workloads because yall are still starting

different departments eventually do have different schedules, but as newbies you guys kind of follow one (1) basic timetable that is really just 9 to 5

one thing you never expected about the office: good ass food.... like you thought the bread at your school canteen was good? wait till you find the sandwiches on the fourth floor

and since you quite literally have no friends in this big ass building and there aren’t many co-workers who are your age you kind of hold onto the nice yakiniku sandwiches on the fourth floor

it gets rough in a new workplace for the first time ://

so the sandwiches become your routine - around 5-6pm, you’re coming down a whole sixteen floors otw home but also to get that nice thick yakiniku sandwich

guess who else comes?

YA GUESSED IT!! UR FRESH OUT OF COLLEGE KUROO TETSUROU!!!

despite telling himself that he’s really easing into the work life well because his senpais tell him he’s smart, he really doesn’t know anyone

he also finds it weird asking his co-workers to drink as he feels like they should be the ones inviting him so he ends up just chillin it out with some surprisingly good sandwiches downstairs

he likes the chicken ones bc they’re just so nice n crispy yay

he kinda feels shit about it sometimes but thats just how it is huh... corporate work... no friends... and all the rest of his friends r like in other places... yeah

ay but at least he finds this cute girl ordering the same thing over and over again at the same time he’s there

he ignores it at first but you know the saying that the more you see someone the more likely they become more attractive in your eyes?

yeah... that’s kuroo @ u...

and usually he’s doesn’t really pay no mind to people who just do their own business

but your fits r just too cool for this workplace... like mans has been coming to work with suits and youre out here with some combo streetwear power suit... sometimes u wear the highest heels and sometimes you wear the chunkiest sneakers but still manage to look so sleek n sophisticated like 24/7

could it be... he finds you... attractive??? even though you don’t smile much?

kuroo doesn’t stall, so he just goes “i like your style”

my my... you love hearing that dont’cha

but u were like “thanks” 😐

he’s like sheesh

and as he’s about to leave you ask, “what department do you work in?”

kuroo does a double take and is like “um... PR...?” he literally looks over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to anyone else because yo... is this you showing interest???

spoiler alert this is the introduction to his chapter in your love life <3

look it’s not hard for kuroo to get along with quieter people because he used to be siiiiilent, and he’s also grown up with kenma, who was much more introverted throughout middle school and high school

god, you felt so comfortable

and he was SO hot.... WTF

but yeah you’re always like 😐 but make it chic because your fits r fire and your eyeliner SLAYS

this may or may not have turned into a little date at the bar nearby

yes the sandwiches are good but you know what’s even better? drinking some good food in tokyo as Official Employees of the Japanese Volleyball Association

this night was pretty flirty, what can u expect... compliment here, hand brush there, cute laughs n chuckles everywhere

hahaha when kuroo saw you laugh and get super talkative... is that a turn on or what... youre also like funny too??? oh cmon...

safe to say you said yes when he asked you out again, and he swears he would do anything to see you laugh again 🥰

and yes, he does see that laugh again. a lot of times, actually.

the relationship <3

first off: he likes seeing u all professional... good food

second: him in a suit??? yessir. him making connections??? YESSIR

you guys end up hanging around a lot with each other at the office even when you’re busy. and yknow, since it’s the honeymoon phase, might as well sneak a kiss. or a lot of kisses.

people get so surprised when this happens at first, since theyre like... why r they both disappearing 24/7... they cant be going together bc hes... kuroo... and you’re... you... aren’t you guys are supposed to be DIFFERENT??

he always goes heart eyes for u even though it seems like you’re always shooting daggers at him from everyone else’s pov

eventually, as you two get more comfy with each other and spend more time, you find yourself at his place like 4 days out of 7... his place is closer to the office anyways so it’s just convenient especially when you’re busy with your department when kuroo isn’t, and it demands later nights and earlier mornings

when BOTH of you are busy... expect stress makeouts in the kitchen

the way yall would shower together not because of sexy vibes but because yall both overslept and literally have no time 😭

but that doesn’t mean yall dont enjoy it!! u think he’s hot, he thinks you’re hot, works well (you two still end up arriving late)

eventually people see how you guys walk to work together in the mornings a lot... and go home together a lot... and drink at bars together...

and they’re like holy fuck how did kuroo snatch her... like other than the fact that he’s hot... she literally doesn’t smile and is so scary

the sandwiches on floor four have become breakfast burritos because none of yall go home at 5 all that often anymore

but on a lucky day where destiny aligns itself with the stars and time and the volleyball league you’re lucky to get a yakiniku. or maybe chicken.

you guys influence each other, and it’s so funny seeing kuroo come in with some more colourful suits after you told him to experiment with colour

the other people at work r like: kuroo ur gf controls u

kuroo’s like yeah she’s like powerful huh 😏

you kind of laugh it all off, since now you have your own friends at work too, and so does kuroo

they surprisingly ask a lot about your relationship... and though you would like to brag about your very good boyfriend, you keep it pretty vague

you do like to talk about important days though, like anniversaries

but being with kuroo has genuinely made you more comfy in the workplace even though yall are in different departments

you love hearing kuroo’s stories about his co-workers, and you wondered if you could kind of have those kinds of relationships with your co-workers too

your closest co-workers have always been kind to you, albeit intimidated at first

but they’re great shopping buddies, great listeners, and great gossips <3

you normally wouldn’t care about gossip but it’s fun to laugh about sometimes when you’re getting ready for bed and he’s like “by the way... have you heard of [person A] doing ... ” on call

and you’re like oh yeah, actually i have

even he’s surprised at first because you seem like that cool introverted employee but you do have your fits of laughter and bouts of humour

you guys become more comfy with your jobs, and before you know it, a year has passed

you’ve moved in lol

kuroo’s just 100% heart eyes for u pls

the vibes you guys are as a couple?? immaculate. everyone looks at yall like holy fuck. opposites attract and it’s HOT

and it’s so good because you guys know each other so well, from personalities to bodies to work

when you’re on a low, he holds you close and tells you such sweet things, but makes sure to give you space

when he’s on a low, you make sure to talk to him to take him off of his thoughts, to reassure him

kuroo kind of realises he’s actually... like REALLY in love with you and it just hits him a week before christmas when he looks into his cupboard and hates how it’s so messy but ends up swooning 😭

so the next day LIKE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING he’s like “hi. im renting a car. and i am in love with you. do you wanna go on a christmas trip together?”

you don’t even react when he says that... it’s just two seconds of silence and then “okay. i’m in love with you too.”

he’s like “cool. cool.”

proceeds to smother ur lipstick when he kisses u right after work...

but u love him anyway 🥰

and in that trip... just you two in a strange place together... with nobody else...

he sees you with him for a long, long time

and honestly, with the feeling of his hand in yours, you don’t think you’ll be going anywhere either.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #kuroo headcanons #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou

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seokjinsdisciple · 5 years ago

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Misconceptions

jinyoung x reader (angst, smut, kinda fluff)

it’s no secret that you aren’t a fan of got7, in fact, you’ve written several articles about just why it is you don’t ilke them. When your editor asks you to do a piece on them, and spend a whole week getting to know them, you aren’t pleased. Can Got7 change your mind about them, or will your hatred be unwavering?

requested

Word count: 3.9k

warnings: ass grabbing, language, hate against got7 (i love them i swear), pussy slaps, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, maybe something else but idk man.

Listen, writing for Soompi was not your dream job. In fact, you had dreamed of writing a bestselling novel...but bestselling novels don’t pay the bills. Yeah, your job for Soompi wasn’t what you had in mind, but at least you have a job. That's what you kept telling yourself as you sat in your editor's office.

“We want you to do a piece on Got7,” your editor said, getting straight to the point, “We want a piece about who they really are, and in order to write it, we need you to spend some time with them.”

“You want me to...hang out with Got7?” You asked a little bit surprised at the request. Your dislike for the group wasn’t a secret, in fact, you had written a few pieces about it when you first joined the agency.

“Yes,” your editor smiled, “we are hoping that a piece like this, written from someone who is known to be a little harsh on them would bring a new perspective.”

It seemed like this was pretty much set in stone, and no matter how much you complain about it, there would be nothing else you could do. You just nodded, you needed this job. It paid well, and it allowed you to flex your writing muscles until you could write that stupid book.

“Great, a car will be sent to your apartment tomorrow morning and you will spend the following week with them.”

“Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity,” you smiled through gritted teeth. You weren’t sure how you were going to survive this next week, but you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Got7 is known for being a little bit crazy, a quality that you weren’t very fond of.

You found yourself at your desk, your thoughts of the week ahead of you taking over. You have to work to get done, and it wouldn’t help if you were too busy worrying about if they had read one of your articles or not. Plus, you had decided to go into this with an open mind. What better way to do that than to write out a list of all your preconceived notions of them. So you got to work, listing what you knew you didn’t like about them.

Things I dislike about Got7:

They all have peter pan syndrome (i mean can’t they honestly just grow up and act their age)

Their music is not that good (average at best)

They aren’t athletic and suck at games

Isn’t jackson just going to leave the group anyways?

Their dancing has become less synchronized

They all just want to promote a solo career or are waiting for their contract to end

They are only liked abroad

You left the list at that for now, open to add more things to it if they came to your mind, and you were sure that they would. You are going to really try to write a truthful article about their personalities.

Your workday passed without much thought. You completed everything that you would need to get done before being absent for the next week. You pack up your things, taking one last look at the list you had made before sticking it in the notebook that you planned to take notes with. You wanted it as a reminder for keeping an open mind.

By the time you made your way to the small apartment that you called home, your thoughts had overtaken you once again. You were nervous about meeting 7 handsome idols, and you were nervous that said idols knew about your general dislike of their life’s passions. You lay awake, trying to calm down enough to get a good night’s sleep in order to not completely embarrass yourself.

You groaned as your alarm went off, much too soon might you add. You had only gotten a few hours of sleep because you had been so worried about today. You spent hours into the night watching their music videos, interviews and noting how they interact with fans. You wanted this piece to be good. You finished throwing essentials into your purse, before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day. You hurried through your routine, running a little behind schedule.

You didn’t have much of a choice but to be ready as a knock rang out at your door. You sighed as you grab your purse, trying to prepare yourself for the day that was to come. You were met at your front door by Got7’s driver. You introduced yourself and he did the same, You made small talk as you were lead to a black van, making your way into a seat in the back. You wanted more time to think as you made your way to wherever it was you were meeting the boys. You scrolled through your socials, checking up on your limited amount of friends and admiring celebrities as you drove through the streets of Seoul. You started to collect your things as you pulled up in front of the JYP building. The driver led you through the winding halls, and down to the basement where you assumed their practice studio was. You made your way inside the room, music blaring as the door opened.

The boys were hard at work, practicing their dances. The room smelled like sweat, and from what you could tell, they had been practicing for a while. You recognized each of the boys that had been in the music videos, all except Jackson. Where was he, why wasn’t he getting ready for the comeback with his group? Your mouth formed into a frown, pulling out your notebook to write down, just what it meant that he wasn’t here, but before you could, a voice rang out from behind you.

“Hi,” Jackson said when you turned around, giving you a charming smile, “are you the reporter?”

“Uh- yeah,” you smiled at him, shaking your previous thoughts from your head, “how long have you guys been here?”

Your talking must have caught the attention of the other boys because you were met with Jinyoung’s handsome face.

“We’ve been here since 3am,” he smiled, looping his arm around Jackson’s shoulders.

The boys huddled around you. All introducing themselves to you with smiles and bows. The boys so far were everything that you had expected them to be. Bambam and Yugyeom were goofing off, getting hash looks from JB and orders to behave. Mark had yet to say a word to you, though you knew he was known for being shy around strangers through your research. JB was intimidating, though it seemed like he was trying not to be. The boys excused themselves so that they continued to practice their dance, but brought in a chair for you to sit in.

You sat and watched the rest of their practice thinking back on the answer you had gotten from them. They had been here since 3am? You glanced at the clock, impressed that it was 9am and that they were still working hard. They finished the run through and all of them were out of breath, sweating at the amount of effort they had been putting in. This is why you had to keep an open mind, you would not have expected them to put in as much work as they currently were. Plus you had caught yourself earlier with the whole Jackson not being here, you jumped to a conclusion that was not necessarily a good one. Yet, you had been wrong, and you supposed that you owed it to these hard-working boys to give them a shot. So, you pulled out your notebook and began writing. You wrote in detail about the way they worked, how dedicated they seemed to get everything just right. You had a lot written when you felt the tap on your shoulder.

“Noona, it’s time to go back to the dorms,” Yugyeom said, blushing a deep shade of red as he withdrew his hand. You could hear the giggles of the boys behind him, obviously trying to embarrass him, but you just smiled back.

“Ok Yugyeom, let’s go,” you slipped your notebook into your purse, protesting heavily when Yugyeom insisted that he carry it for you. The eight of you made your way through the building and to the car you had ridden here in. The boys piled in first, with Bam sitting on Yugyeom’s lap leaving an empty spot next to Jinyoung for you.

You tried to make polite conversations with the boys, but before you knew it, they had all fallen asleep. Well, everyone except Jinyoung.

“So why’d you wanna write an article on us?” he asked, turning his head curiously at you, “You don’t seem like a crazed fan.”

“Well,” you started, you weren’t sure exactly what to say. You couldn’t exactly come out and say your editor had chosen you because you disliked them, so you settle for a half-truth. “I was assigned the piece by my editor, but I’m happy to get an inside look into what you boys do all day.”

“I’m sure you are,” Jinyoung just smirked, and you were irritated at how good he looked. It was very unprofessional the way you were flirting with him, but he didn't seem to mind. The car ride went much more quickly than it had this morning, and the conversation between you and Jinyoung was natural and very suggestive.

When you arrived at their dorms, you followed the sleepy boys up to their floor. Their dorms were much smaller than you expected. The boys were laughing and playing around, Mark was ordering food, and JB was trying to show you around their dorm. It was chaos, but you couldn’t help but be amused. The way Bam and Yugyeom were wrestling had made Jinyoung start to scold them, but they just laughed at him and continued what they were doing.

Up to this point you had been, for the most part, ignoring JB, but when you left his tour of the living room, and he was showing you their rooms you paid more attention.

“This is Mark and Jackson’s room, and this is Youngjae and I’s room,” JB said, pointing to two rooms next to each other. They were small, in fact, you weren’t sure how two people could even sleep in there. You followed JB through the hall, coming to stop at a larger room, “This is Yugyeom and Bam’s room, and right next to it is Jinyoung’s room, which is where you will be sleeping while you are with us,” JB added, opening the door to an impeccably clean room.

“I’m sorry, why would I be sleeping here?” You asked your heart rate tripling. What if JB had heard you and Jinyoung flirting, and now he was getting some sort of satisfaction in teasing you? As if recognizing your panic, JB just laughed.

“Jinyoung is gonna sleep on the couch obviously,” he added, laughing again at your face. His answer confused you though because no one had told you that you would be staying the night this whole week.

“I didn’t- I’m not sleeping here,” You tried to argue because clearly, they had misunderstood your editor. JB just looked at you funny, as if he was confused himself.

“But your editor said you were supposed to sleep in our dorms to ‘get a feel’ for what it's like to be an idol. Did he not tell you?”

“No, he didn’t. But I really can’t stay here, I don’t have any of the things that I need,” You added, thinking about how terribly out of place it would seem for you to literally live with these idols for a week. You’re sure that their fans would kill to be in your place.

JB shrugged shooting a quick text before addressing your concerns, “I just asked my manager when we would have time for you to go collect some things to stay and he said that it's gonna be tough to squeeze that in today. He did say that we should be able to tomorrow night, but no promises on that one.”

You just groaned, following JB back into the living room and throwing yourself onto the couch. All of the boys were looking at you as if you were some alien as you tried to collect your thoughts and calm down. Not only were you stuck doing this piece but you were stuck living with these crazy, loud, nice, handsome men for an entire week. Plus you had no chance of clothes, no toothbrush and no sense of what the hell you were going to write in this story.

“What’s wrong with noona?” Yugyeom’s voice echoed into the room, as you felt a dip in the couch beside your form. JB explained to the group your situation, and you wanted to scream because they were all being so nice and considerate and you hadn’t expected that from them. By the time he was done, you had a mixture of different comfy clothes, socks, and even a stray hair tie. The only thing you were missing was a toothbrush, and honestly, you could use your finger if you needed to.

You were settling in, getting ready for the schedules that the boys had today, and pretty soon you find yourself observing them at those schedules. The constant flirting from Jinyoung aside, you weren’t having a terrible time so far. It wasn’t long before you find yourself back at the dorms, the boys complaining of hunger and you were inclined to join in. You ate together, watched a few movies, and had genuine conversations with each of the boys. You weren’t sure when you were taken to bed, but you were there in the morning. The boys were kind to you the following day, they had noticed Jinyoung’s little crush and had started to tease him with it, but they didn’t fail to see the way you reacted to him either. You forgot for a while that you were supposed to be writing a piece, so when you can, you started to jot things down that you wanted to be sure to include.

It was three days later, your fourth day with the group that they finally had a chance to get your things from your apartment. Conveniently, when you asked the boys to come with you, they all had plans. The only person who was free was Jinyoung.

So here you sat, flirting back and forth as their driver took you back to your apartment to grab some clothes. You had been forced to wear different sweatpants and t-shirts to accompany the boys on their schedules, and you were glad to finally wear something that belonged to you.

When you arrive, it took no time at all for Jinyoung to begin snooping. For the most part, you just let him be, he couldn’t find anything too embarrassing. At least, you thought so. A thought which was swiftly proved wrong when he came out of your room holding your purple, vibrating dildo.

“Jinyoung,” you rushed over to him, giving him a glare, “what the fuck!” “Is someone lonely?” He smirked, dangling the toy just out of your reach.

“Shut up-” you hit him lightly, jumping to try and tear the toy out of his hands.

“Hmm, I don’t like that tone sweetheart,” He warned, one of his hands grabbing your chin lightly. You would be lying if you said a pool of arousal wasn’t forming in your core. His tone, the words he used, the way he called you sweetheart and the perfect pressure he was using to hold your head in place all had you going weak-kneed for him. His hand brushed lightly down your front, wrapping around and grabbing your butt harshly.

“I don’t like it when you are wearing the other guy’s clothes,” He practically growled, grabbing your ass a little more harshly than before. You couldn’t have whimpered if you wanted to, because his lips were pressed to yours immediately after. His teeth tugging on your lip, before finding their way into your neck.

You found yourself pushing him towards the bedroom, your eyes shut as you desperately tried to hold onto each other. With a satisfied smile, he pulled your sweatpants down. Your hands found their way into his hair as he nosed at your core, pressing a gentle kiss to each thigh before pulling your panties down and rubbing a finger up and down your slit. You could imagine him inside you, and god, did you want him inside you. He let out a little chuckle as arousal started to become more clear.

“You’re so wet for me sweetheart. So eager to take my dick in this tiny little pussy, hm?” Jinyoung questioned, rubbing my clit a little harder with his finger. You couldn’t answer him, your head was thrown back in pleasure. You moaned as he slapped your pussy. “Use your words,” he growled, sending another slap as he waited for your response.

“God, yes I want you inside me,” you begged, the heightening pleasure leading you quickly to your high. Right as you were about to be washed with absolute pleasure, Jinyoung stopped.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum yet,” he added, tugging the rest of both of your clothes off. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his member, standing tall and erect and bright pink. He led you to the bed, placing a soft kiss to your temple before resuming his relatively harsh actions from before. He dipped one finger into the arousal that was leaking from your hole and rubbed it on the tip of his dick. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he pushed himself inside of you. He gave you no time to adjust before he started pounding into you. At your moans of bliss, he pulled one leg over his shoulder, letting him reach deeper into your core. You were left gasping for air as he hit your sensitive spot over and over again, filling you better than anyone ever had. He had set a perfect rhythm, giving you no time to forget what it felt like to be empty, and when you feel yourself getting unbearably close, you began to beg.

“Jinyoung, I have to come,” you warned, “Please let me come, please, please.”

Your chants were getting repetitive, but you were starting to lose your mind. Jinyoung was effectively ignoring you, and until he placed a hand on your clit, he was sure he was going to deny you your climax. With his hand rubbing feverishly on your clit and his dick hitting you so deeply, it took you just seconds to cum. Moans and shouts of his name and incoherent praises and sentences left your mouth. As your climax ebbed away, Jinyoung kept up his motions, overstimulating you with both his hand and his cock.

He was still pounding into you, his pace unwavering as you scream from pleasure. Your hole was fluttering around his dick, his grunts and groans getting less controlled as he approached his own high. Your lips frantically met his as you felt his hips stutter. The culmination of all of the sexual tension and flirting from four days finally relaxing as you relaxed in his arms. You fell asleep like that, in his arms, cock still inside you. You spent the night there, sure to get questions from the boys in the morning but not really caring about the ramifications.

When you woke up, the bed was cold beside you and figuring that Jinyoung had an early schedule, you threw on a shirt and walked from your bedroom. Your heart stopped when you saw Jinyoung, eyes intently reading a paper you had come to know well in the past for days. The list. Your list of things that you disliked about Got7.

“Jinyoung,” you started, tears already welling up in your eyes, “I can explain.”

“Why don’t they just act their age? Their dancing isn’t as good as it used to be? Their music is just average?” Jinyoung listed off, reading from the list that had gotten considerably longer over the past four days.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you pleaded, trying to approach him, he took a swift step away from you.

“We work hard, we are good people. I mean, god everything we have done for you this week, and you’re planning on writing this shit? You were gonna crush Yugyeom by writing these lies about the people he considers his family. And god, don’t even get me started on the mind games you played on me. Jesus, I even slept with you,” he exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder the angrier he became.

“Jinyoung, I’m -”

“No, don’t apologize. Did you know the boys were trying to get you hired in JYP? We all loved spending time with you so much we-,” Jinyoung took a breath then, not acknowledging the tears that were now streaming down your face, “Just finish out this week and write whatever you goddamn want. Just don’t let the other guys see it.”

And with that he was gone, leaving the list on the table and you to find your own way to their dorm. The nest few days passed just like they had before. The boys doting on you and laughing with you, but Jinyoung wouldn’t even look at you. In fact, he was ignoring you so well that you barely even saw him. You wanted to explain yourself, to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding and that those notes weren’t what you were planning on writing, but you decided to give him some space. Actions spoke louder than words, and when you turned in your piece, describing how you had all of these biases against the group and how all of that changed when you met them and lived with them for a week. You were hoping that they would see it. You were hoping that Jinyoung would read it and realize that you had made bad assumptions about them without knowing who they were. This past week had been a transformative week, and you found yourself waiting for a text, a call, or anything that the boys had acknowledged your piece. But there was nothing.

It wasn’t until late at night when you had too much wine and were tearing up at the thought of never seeing those boys again when a knock rang out at your front door. You shuffled there, not even bothering to look out of the peephole. You had ordered a pizza and were ready to eat your feelings. What you weren’t expecting was a tight hug from Yugyeom, followed by Mark and then JB and then all of the boys after that. You found yourself standing in front of Jinyoung, the two of you just staring at each other as the boys helped themselves to look around your apartment.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, glancing away from him. You couldn’t help but relax when you felt his hands cup your face, and his lips press against yours. The two of you breaking away as Jackson made gagging noises in the background.

“Admit it,” Jinyoung smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards your own couch where the other sic boys sat, arguing over a movie, “it was the sex that changed your mind about us, wasn’t it?”

You just laughed as Jinyoung smirked, smacking him on the chest before finding a spot to sit down and curl up. Jinyoung’s arm finding the space around your shoulders. You smiled as you took in the boys around you, so thankful for your editor for making you change your mind.

#jinyoung x read #jinyoung smut #jinyoung angst #jinyoung fluff #jinyoung fanfic #jinyoung #got7 smut #got7 fluff #got7 angst

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ink-beneath-her-fingernails · 4 years ago

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BNHA/MHA First Watch-Through Notes

1x01

these are... stupid... and... a mess. bc I am stupid and a mess. you have had your warning. I didn’t even go back and skim through this when I was done I’m just releasing these little bastard thoughts into the void they’re not my problem now

I’m watching dubbed btw

I know, I know... it’s the only one I have access to rn tho

I... do not know how to feel about funimation’s new intro?

well I guess it’s not really new but

listen I haven’t watched anything of funimation’s since the og fruits basket ok I’m used to the DUN-DUN *funimation* ((....you should be watching))

he is. babie. green babie.

but also why do these small children have such wild hair colors

I mean I’m here for it

I just wasn’t expecting it

oH SHIT THEY GOT POWERS POWERS

so this is the famous deku

I’m guessing this is like a flashback or memory or something?

I missed the bully’s name

speaking of the bullies, they changed order? It was wings, fire, stretchy hands, but now it’s fire, stretchy hands, wings. I know that they probably wanted to show the “leader” closest and that’s why but,,

also wtf?? these are kids. like bullies should not be a thing, I think we can all agree on that, but yeah, it’s gonna happen. but these kids are, what? eight? nine? maybe their powers (’quirks,’ whatever) aren’t super powerful yet, but this blonde kid has fire powers. has nobody talked to them about just how dangerous this is? forget roughing the other two up or intimidating them or giving them a hard time, this could genuinely escalate and get way out of hand super fast, and someone could get seriously injured.

oof. boy is dead.

this eight year old (purple hair) sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

that wasn’t purple kid?? that was current deku???

wack

then this fourteen year old sounds like he’s a thirty yo new teacher trying to sound hip and cool but also wise and knowing to his class who Does Not Care

also they were four?

jeepers heckin criminey who starts beating people up at four years old

have to say though, I loved that sky-to-puddle transition

jiminey fucking crickets I’m not even a minute into the episode these notes are going to be stupidly long I’m sorry

!! I love his little skipping-dance thing when he’s impatient at the crosswalk!

alright... I’ll admit it... his character design is pretty adorable

also tf is that thing

it looks half shark half poorly drawn dog

I mean I get it’s probably a person and that’s their quirk or whatever but

did this kid just run all the way across the city just to watch this guy start shit at the station so he could see the heroes take him down??

I mean respect tbh but also priorities kid

also I really appreciate that the cops are just kind of calmly directing everyone and everyone else is just kind of chillin like “oh. another villain. that’s too bad.” like tbh that’s one of the things that always kind of annoys me about movies and shows like this where there’s like repeatedly villain attacks because yes they are scary, especially when you’re caught up in them, but if you’re just kind of there and not directly in the action or being directly threatened, then why are you freaking out? you’ve lived in this city for how long? there’s an attack every, what, two days? this isn’t routine for you by now?

I started this like 15 min ago and am only like a minute and a half into the ep smh

ngl this intro kinda pops off

that hero guy seemed... kind of evil lookin tho

love the animation oml

also the lyrics to this are great???

OH IS THAT A NARRATIVE FOIL I SEE IMPLIED THERE

I THINK IT IS

“and they were narrative foils” “oh my god they were narrative foils”

k ngl rewinding real quick bc I missed some of the intro and there’s always so much fun stuff to see and unpack in those

also I wanna read all the lyrics

k so I was wondering this before but I’m just gonna say it... why does the hero guy have rabbit ears

alright character designs lookin p fire so far

last guy I keep missing but he kind of looks like steven universe?? idk I still have to watch that show too tbh so,,,

does the big hero guy turn into a giant bird?

oh that intro got me excited for this

these characters look so lit!!

“the first incident?” so this isn’t just like a natural factor of their world? it hasn’t always been going on? there was, like, a definitive start to it all? was that kid really the first incident or the first one they noticed? was that actually the first incident or is it just like the commonly told first incident, like an old myth/legend/folktale/old wive’s tale?

interesting that it started with a baby and then moved to people of all ages?

oh they don’t know the cause of the quirks? interesting

((why do I feel like finding out the answer to that is gonna be like A Big Thing™ at some point in the series))

I really like the visuals they put with this exposition?? idk why it’s just,,, very appealing

also his voice is very nice to listen to tbh, so that’s a definite plus

I hate it when the main character’s voice is super annoying

but like how long ago was it that this started? he just said “before long”

I like that in this universe they actually acknowledge that hey comic books are a thing and this whole superheroes/villains/powers thing is kind of ridiculous bc it’s legit like playing out scenes straight from those comic books but also this is real life and it’s actually happening and really does pose a lot of danger and complications to a lot of people, so we’re going to treat it as something real and serious and affecting us

I might’ve spoken too soon but I really hope they don’t blow that mindset

I feel like too often superhero shows/movies just either completely gloss over the effects this stuff has on society as a whole, or it’s like a completely new thing for them, like there’s never been the concept of a fictional superhero or a comic book there before.

“was an age of heroes”??? oh no what happens

k but why is this guy dressed like the ‘do not cross’ lines

kind of a lame hero costume tbh :/

why. does he have. sleeves. but no shirt.

edna mode would never do you like that honey go see her

“Death Arms”?? what kind of alias is that?? also wouldn’t it make more sense for arms to be uncovered than his chest, then??

“The Punching Hero”

I’m sorry I Cannot take this guy seriously

waterbending??

asdkfdls idk why but this firehose guy really reminds me of that one alchemist from fmab with the top hat and the monocle and the peg leg that spun like a top and Scar murked

“rescue specialist” see?? that makes sense!! it makes me so happy that they’re actually thinking more about the worldbuilding and how dangerous scenarios would work if 80% of the population had powers of different kinds, beyond “big bad guy meet big good guy. punch punch good guy wins”

also dear god thank you for putting someone on crowd control I know I was just saying it was great these people weren’t really treating this like the end of the world and it is good that they were mostly staying back by themselves but. they were still standing very close to an ongoing fight. priorities, people. self preservation. they are things. that I do not believe most people in superhero universes have in the slightest.

aww he’s too short

(but is he shorter than edward elric)

((do we know))

(((somebody please tell me if this information is available)))

alsdfkj l;a that guy calling in late bc the train got held up by the villain... do you think that’s another equivalent of “oh...I’m...sick... yeah, totally, I’m sick” and “my dog ate my homework” to them? “there was a villain attack” or “some idiot on my block decided to show off their quirk and it got out of hand”

ope Big Hero™ is here

...why am I surprised that they have fans?? I mean I guess that makes sense they’re basically celebrities and public figures right?

okay Big Hero™ is Kamui got it

wait no that is not the Big Hero™

but they are another hero and their name is Kamui got it

“Kamui Woods” ok that’s actually helpful I was gonna ask what his skin was supposed to be bc I didn’t think it was scales and it does look kind of like bark... Now going to take that as permission to assume it’s the latter

kamui kind of reminds me of some pokemon but I��m not sure which one?? I’m sorry idk pokemon v well but thy def remind me of one of them

“...a fAnBOY” he looks and sounds like he just tricked someone into confessing to murder why is he so smug about that smh

you know what. speaking of. I don’t get why everyone views being a fan of something/someone as something to be embarrassed or ashamed about?? why do people make fun of other people for it? why do we treat it like some big dark secret we try to hide? when did liking something become a bad thing? like?? sorry I have hobbies and interests and you don’t? sorry I think this person is talented? sorry I thought this book was life-changing? sorry I listen to this album so much because it’s good? sorry this show made me laugh during a really rough time? like goddamn it’s nobody’s business what you like unless you’re trying to force it on you when you’ve asked them to stop or it’s hurting someone? if they’re being safe and respectful about it for everyone involved then there shouldn’t be a problem? stop making people feel like freaks or be scared to enjoy something just a little too much? just let people have good things in life and consume the media that makes them happy? it has little to no effect on you? I don’t get why it’s you’re problem?? sorry to get all soapboxy this is something that’s always really annoyed me

does kamui have flowers on their belt

icon

k but isn’t wood like... really easy to break tho

I mean... comparatively speaking?

“illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic” alsfjsadlkf

wait so he’s listing charges for the guy, does that mean heroes are officially licensed here and can actually arrest people? and... actually work with law enforcement?? gasp no wait but I thought that was impossible except for The One Officer On The Inside That The Hero Has Convinced Of Their Cause™

hold up... “assault, robbery, and illegal use of powers during rush hour traffic... you are the incarnation of evil” ...bro chill lmao

I mean those aren’t good things but,,,, buddy “evil” can get so much worse holy shit sunflower child has no idea what’s in store for them

the show can do a hell of a lot even if they decide not to go that dark

well deku did say he was new

also off topic but I just looked it up and DEKU IS HALF A FOOT TALLER THAN ED

I’M SORRY BUT THAT’S HILARIOUS

CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS EXCITED GREEN CHILD MEETING ED THE GREMLIN ELRIC AND JUST TOWERING OVER HIM

he’d probably get along well w al though so ed would have to like him anyways

ok but back to bnha

ope kamui just got upstaged

but honestly?? he was actin a lil cocky and she seems like a queen so I ain’t mad about it

oh great creeps are everywhere apparently

YES THANK YOU THEY NEED TO INCLUDE SUPERPOWERS IN LEGISLATION SOMEHOW OTHERWISE PEOPLE CAN GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING GEEZ

just. more worldbuilding that I appreciate.

jfc they muzzled him?

ok i wasn’t that mad about kamui being upstaged (idk why I kinda like the guy) but now she’s acting a little too cocky for me and I feel kind of bad for Death Arms and Backdraft (?) because they definitely do deserve at least a little credit

yes. official. overseen by the government. I’m not saying it’s necessarily a good idea bc I’m not getting into the whole mess the MCU basically did regarding that, but it really does add to the worldbuilding and making it seem more realistic/draw you in a little more because you can bet that would be a thing that would actually happen in some capacity if such a large percentage of the population had superpowers, and crime was at an all-time high at the same time, with normal methods without powers likely not doing much to combat that, and it being even harder because everyone’s is different

wow so they really do have roles similar to celebrities huh?

I actually love how he’s analyzing the new hero

that’s!! the good!!! nerdery!!!!

ngl thought that guy was gonna be like “well that’s never gonna happen” lmao glad he didn’t turn out to be an asshole

this guy’s hair and his sweater need an upgrade

I’m sorry honey it’s just not a Look™

I mean ngl I’d probably wear it but also I am the absolute last person to look to for a good idea of fashion so

wow we hate asshole teachers

this kid’s hair grows wtf

they seriously just break out their quirks when they get annoyed?? I mean me too probably but

oh wait he’s not totally an asshole

but that still is kind of a dick move because even if it seems really really likely that most of them do, a lot of them probably feel like that’s just what’s expected of them or that that’s their best bet at an ok life, or they don’t think they’ll actually be able to get a career as a hero, and he has to know that there are kids (or at least one) in his class who don’t have powers and who will probably be shut down at every turn on that career track??

also what is it with the absurd number of people whose hair grows/flys/whatever and whose hands change chape and/or elongate

the girl who just throws up the rock n roll sign is my favorite

also why does this teacher remind me of gilderoy lockhart

I get that his eye thing is part of his quirk... but does he face no consequences health-wise from putting his grubby fingers all over his eyeballs?? you don’t know where your hands have been

the famed bakugo

we finally meet

you seem like a cocky asshole and if I remember correctly you have firepowers

you know who else seemed like cocky assholes and one point or another and had firepowers??

roy mustang and zuko

and one of those guys is an awkward, angry turtleduck, and the other one is a rightly smug bastard who succeeded in pulling a coup on the government who was surveilling him and holding half his team hostage

so yeah I have a feeling I’m gonna like this guy

probably

at some point

eventually

it might take a while

“the only place worthy of me” oh dear

All Might!! Big Hero™ has a name!!

oh being a hero solely bc you want to be rich and popular? lame

aklsdfsjaslkfd teach just callin deku out in front of everyone

r.i.p.

it was nice having you as a main character for eight whole minutes I’m sorry you have to face death-by-embarrassment you deserved better

ope

bakugo doesn’t want anyone stealin his thunder

lemme guess deku is also his Main Rival™ or at least will be

awwwww poor guy

how much you wanna bet he gets the highest scores in all the exams bc he studies the heroes so much and that’s how he gets in

that lady got forcefields for her quirk? damn she lucked out

“this cash is mine” *drops cash*

are all the heroes like fine mt. lady can deal w the guy she keeps stealing all our credit anyway so there’s no point??

....is that all might?

k but... y’all should be taking notes on the heroes too if you want a better chance at that career and better schools for it? I know they’re probably making fun of it bc he doesn’t have a quirk but still

also I find it really interesting that the kids all act like the quirks are absolutely everything but at that scene on the street earlier people were complaining about missing the days they didn’t have to worry about “every rando w a quirk” or something... like maybe it’s because the kids grew up w it? Idk just the difference in mindset between (presumably) generations seems cool to look into

wow we love bullies so much

no we don’t pls stop you’re not as cool as you think you are

DESTROYING SOMEONE’S NOTEBOOK/JOURNAL/SKETCHBOOK IS ONE OF THE MOST DICK MOVES SOMEONE CAN MAKE CHANGE MY MIND

alright bakugo you’ve definitely moved onto my shitlist for the moment

don’t stay there

well you know what they say about greatness... some people are destined for it, yeah, but some become it, and some have it thrust upon them

cliches are there for a reason buddy

and either way... I could be wrong but... there doesn’t seem like anything great or heroic about bullying people... I mean idk that’s just my opinion but

god I hope they eat bakugo alive at ua

deku I know you’re a sunshine child but you have to get in now. you have to. out of pure spite. please.

yeah, friend 1b is right buddy...

destroy him deku

DESTROY THEM DEKU

oh suicide jokes huh

bakugo you’re on thin fucking ice you’ve just moved way up in my shit list

wow I hate him <3

EXACTLY

THANK YOU DEKU

I hate it when shows have someone make a suicide joke like that and just? no one addresses it?? or the characters don’t seem to realize that it needs addressing, at least to themselves??? so this is refreshing

voiced my thoughts exactly

he really is an idiot

NO BUDDY YOUR DREAMS ARE STILL POSSIBLE AND VALID

YOUR NOTES ARE SALVAGEABLE

he really is a jerk deku you’re right

awww little deku is so cute

alright I’m gonna make a prediction

this is his mom right

is this gonna be

another

dead anime mom?

and lemme guess she always told him she was sure he’d be a hero/she knew he’d become one, and then she died, and that’s why he’s so set on it

probably not

but just... placing my bets now

w h a t is this child doing

he’s a hair’s breadth away from head-desking

are we... just gonna... ignore that robbery that was happening on the street a few minutes ago

OKAY WE GET IT YOU’RE HERE CAN YOU GO BACK TO SAVING PEOPLE THEY’RE STILL IN DANGER

HIS CACKLES I CAN’T

alsdkjf;lsjk I feel bad for him but also,,, that transition was gold

but also the face his mom made before he started laughing... she knew he probably wouldn’t get one didn’t she

but why do they assume it won’t happen if they don’t get it by a certain age? they said after that baby people all around the world were getting powers, and showed people of all different ages when they said so. that implies that they got those powers at those ages, after the baby was born but not when they were children themselves? like yeah there’s probably some point where you’d consider them “aged out” and therefore less likely to get a quirk but... she just said he’s in kindergarten.

fourth generation? so the appearance of quirks isn’t a super recent thing then

they can tell if someone is going to manifest a quirk or is starting to by looking at x-rays?

also I know I’m seriously overusing the word “interesting” but

maybe I’m reading too far into this but it’s also kind of interesting that his father and his (current) main antagonist have such similar powers?

OH!!!! lore drop!! kind of!!! that’s a really interesting (wow there it is again) thing they chose to be an indicator for that kind of thing in this universe

*cue izuku contemplating chopping off his pinky toes*

I feel like... all might’s... not gonna be that great....

DEAR LORD HOW MANY TEARS CAN THIS CHILD HOLD IN HIS EYES

also ngl when little deku’s eyes are wide and he doesn’t move he looks really creepy and kind of like a child-sized doll

like pinocchio

how sure are we that deku isn’t made of wood

hmmmmmmmmm I do love this animation

ah Internal Angst™

the fuck is that laughter??

skin suit? no thanks

but guess we aren’t ignoring that earlier scene

yeah all might’s in the city alright

he’s gonna break this up isn’t he

yepppppp that’s him

idk I think alex louise armstrong did it better sorry bud :/

“texas smash”??

he just... punched liquid apart

this kid’s still gonna go flying and hit the ground hard buddy thanks for your help

oh he stuck around

and he’s not hurt too bad

“justicing”

he’s using the city’s sewer system being difficult to navigate as his excuse for why he wasn’t paying attention to keeping bystanders safe like he “usually” does?

the armstrongs do the sparkle better

a;ldkfsdlfls this is really funny to watch ngl

“that’s... a pretty good point.” yeah no shit lmao

I love how he’s just. awkwardly patting deku.

yeah he’s gonna end up accidentally adopting this kid isn’t he

is he hurt?? or did the other guy actually take him over while deku was unconscious??

nah I think he’s just hurt I’m p sure he really did get the guy

but still

that was... a big boom.... that’s not good

he’s just.... abandoning this kid on the rooftop??

but also he probably really does have to go if blood is coming out of his mouth

do heroes in this universe have secret identities?

I feel like yes but also no??

watch as this guy’s like “I don’t have a quirk either” and he’s just. like. an armstrong or something

that or he’s gonna crush this kid’s dreams and be like “no, it’s not possible” and I will be forced to ensure deku becomes the most successful hero ever out of Even More Pure Spite™ even if he idolizes the guy

oh yeah he’s gonna get his dreams crushed

IS ALL MIGHT GONNA VOUCH FOR HIM AND GET HIM AN OPPORTUNITY AT UA BC HE FEELS BAD FOR HIM

hmm this outro kinda slaps too

overall feelin good, like it so far, definitely think I won’t have trouble continuing watching at least for now

#this took me... almost 2 AND A HALF HOURS #IT'S A 24 MINUTE EPISODE #THESE AREN'T EVEN GOOD NOTES #but whatever #notes #bnha notes #mha notes #bnha #mha #yap yap #1x01

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euphoricdumpsterfire · 4 years ago

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To the Moon and Back (Peter Parker x Stark OC) Chapter 3

Master List

Warnings: Curse words

Word Count: 2218

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry I know I said I’d post by Friday but I had a lot of schoolwork. But the good news is, THE ORANGE MF LOST! I get to keep the small amount of rights I have as a WOC. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and have a great day <3

Summary: Spiderman and Moonflower know each other’s identities. Nixie realizes she has a thing for Parker.

“So...” Peter trailed off.

“So...” Nixie did the same thing. Awkwardness filled the air as they both sat on the edge of a building in the middle of the night after they had fought a bunch of bad guys.

“How’d you find out that... I’m Spiderman?” Peter asked as he looked at the mask that he was holding onto.

“Oh it was actually simple. I saw you in Chemistry mixing up something and I kinda stalked you the whole day-”

“THE WHOLE DAY?!” Peter cut off Nixie and she glared at him for not letting her finish, “Sorry... Uhm continue.”

“So anyways, I saw you lift up that whole row of lockers, and your stash... But of course that wasn’t enough, I stalked you for several days after school and found out where you hide your backpack and put on your suit.” Nixie said.

Peter looked at Nixie with a confused face but he was also impressed that Nixie simply found out about Spiderman in a matter of days. “But why did you do all of this?” Peter asked.

“What specific thing are you talking about?” Nixie replied

“The whole stalking and showing up as Moonflower...” Despite things starting to unravel, Peter still can’t comprehend what exactly was happening. It’s as if he was having a fever dream.

“Oh that! It’s all part of my mission that my dad assigned.” Nixie answered. Peter’s jaw dropped as he finally started putting the pieces together.

“W-wait so you’re telling me... THE Tony Stark sent you here to go look for me?!” Peter exclaimed and Nixie nodded plainly, his heart felt like it jumped off a building. He never expected that a billionaire/superhero would set his eyes on a simple friendly neighborhood Spiderman. But one thing still didn’t make sense to him. “If you’re Moonflower, how come you never told the public like your father?” Peter asked.

“Because then the world would have their eyes on me all the time, and I don’t like that. I’d rather separate Nixie from Moonflower, it makes me feel like Hannah Montana.” Nixie smiled and Peter chuckled at her statement. While they were having a casual conversation, a car slowly drove by the building and stopped. Nixie looked down and realized it was a familiar car. The door opened and a huge man got out wearing sunglasses. “Hey Happy... Isn’t it too dark to be wearing sunglasses right now?” Nixie said cheekily.

“Your dad called TEN times already and I said you were at the grocery buying whatever it is that you need for your period. Now GET DOWN NOW and let’s get you home!” Happy said impatiently.

“Sorry about that, he’s always pissed for no reason.” Nixie said looking at Peter who seemed intimidated by Happy. “Happy, I met Spiderman!” Nixie said looking down.

“That’s very nice, but we need to go NOW!” Happy exclaimed.

“Geez, alright...” Nixie rolled her eyes as she put on her eye mask and looked back at Peter, “See you tomorrow?” Nixie said.

“Yeah, see ya.” Peter waved goodbye and Nixie used a vine to climb down the building and finally left. Peter looked down as the car drove away making sure his friend traveled safely and then, he went back home.

***

“You should’ve seen it Happy, it was so COOL!” Nixie said as she sat at the back of the car trying to explain what had happened earlier.

“You know what would be cool? If your dad would stop calling because he’s been awfully suspicious of your whereabouts and sooner or later he’ll find out, and we’ll get in trouble and...” Happy continued to talk but Nixie couldn’t focus because she started seeing another vision. This time it was with Peter again but they were at an airport in full suits going against an extremely tall figure the size of two tall buildings stacked together. Nixie couldn’t see it well but it was making her head hurt.

“Nix? Are you okay? Did you get hurt while fighting those guys?” Happy’s angry tone turned softer as he looked back at Nixie with concern.

“No, it’s alright, I think I’m just tired...” She answered.

They eventually got back to the Avengers Tower at 11:30 pm. Nixie and Happy hopped on the elevator and got to the top. The doors slid open revealing Tony with his arms crossed. The tv can be heard playing the news as the reporter said, “This just in, Spiderman and Moonflower were caught fighting armed men on a street in Queens. CCTV footage shows Moonflower tying up all of the men next to a stoplight. Thanks to this surprising team-up, our neighborhood is saved once again!” Tony held the remote and turned off the tv as Happy and Nixie got off the elevator.

“Grocery eh?” Tony said looking at Nixie as she held onto the strap of her backpack.

“I may or may not stumbled upon a serious situation and decided to help out our golden boy.” Nixie suggested with a grin on her face,

“I would suggest celebrating but now’s not the right time...” Tony trailed off as he walked back to the tv and Nixie jumped on the couch.

“Why not? I found Spiderman, so I get to be an Avenger now!” Nixie said confidently.

“Well... It had just dawned on us that the government doesn’t exactly trust us superheroes. Now we have to sign a contract.” Tony said as he handed Nixie an ipad showing the contract. “The huge problem here is that Cap won’t do it.” Nixie scrolled through the multiple pages of the contract and stopped halfway.

“I mean, I get why he won't... This contract basically makes all of you guys government puppets.” Nixie said as she noticed her dad looking more worried as ever.

“That’s not the point Nix, we don’t want innocent people involved in whatever it is that we do. With these accords we can make sure not one civilian gets hurt.” Tony’s usual smug face was gone and it was replaced by anxiousness which Nixie rarely saw. From the action packed news about Moonflower and Spiderman teaming up, the news switched topics on the Sokovia Accords.

“I’m just gonna head to bed now.” Nixie got up and grabbed her backpack,

“Night Moonie.”

“Night dad.”

Hours have passed, it was now 3 am, and Nixie lied on her bed in complete darkness as the visions kept showing up. “Maybe you should tell your Dr. Banner.” A voice said. She turned to the small succulent that stood on her bedside table, whom she had named Grizelda.

“For the millionth time, Banner’s not here Griz.” Nixie answered.

“Then what about Peter? He is the one you see in your visions after all…” The plant replied.

“That’s fucking stupid. I can’t just go up to him and say “Hey dude, I’ve been seeing visions of you and me together and it’s kinda weird!”, he’s gonna think I’m into him or something.” Nixie said glaring at the plant.

“Well aren’t you?” The plant retorted.

“JUST SHUT UP!” Nixie exclaimed as she covered her ears with the large pillow beside her and ignored her plant friend. After that quick banter, Nixie spent a sleepless night, rolling back and forth trying to fall asleep, from white noise, to sleeping pills, none worked. She wanted the visions to stop but it seemed like it could go on forever until she died. Then came the morning. FRIDAY turned on the lights and opened the curtains revealing the bright sun that hit Nixie’s tired face. She sighed and got up from her bed, she did her usual routine and headed to the kitchen where she only saw Natasha.

“Had nightmares kid?” Natasha asked without looking up at Nixie who was walking sluggishly to the dining table.

“Not necessarily.” Nixie replied as she sat down and poured herself a bowl of cereal.

“Saw what you did last night with Spiderman, how was it?” Nat asked,

“Turns out I was right, Spiderman’s Peter Parker.” Nixie shoved a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“The Star Wars dude?!” Nat exclaimed, she wasn’t totally surprised that Nixie’s hunch was right, but hearing the kid from her stories, he seemed like he would just be stuck in the lab making experiments or just plainly binge-watching every single Star Wars film there is and not the type to go out at night fighting crime. But of course, some people are just plainly good at hiding their powers.

“Nat, when do you think Banner’s gonna come back?” Nixie asked

“I-I don’t know. I’m not even sure if he’ll ever come back after what happened in Sokovia.” Nat’s face turned gloomy at the thought of him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Kid, don’t worry. I know you miss him, we all do.” Nat’s eyes started to tear up.

“But not as much as you.” Nixie felt bad she had ever brought up Banner, but with whatever she had going on, she had wished he was here.

Later that day, Nixie was in chemistry sitting next to MJ. She was listening to the lecture intently while taking notes but then she felt something hit the back of her head. She looked around and saw a paper airplane that had a small note on one of its wings that said “open”. Nixie unfolded the paper airplane and inside was another note written down.

Wanna go on patrol tonight?

She looked behind her where she saw Peter looking at her with bright eyes, hoping she’d agree. “Fine, but only until 9:30.” Nixie whispered loudly.

“11?” Peter pleaded,

“9:30.”

“10:30?” Peter suggested again,

“Ugh, 10, take it or leave it!” Nixie said and Peter had a huge grin on his face as a sign of approval.

“DEAL!” Peter whispered loudly.

Nixie turned back to face the board but she noticed from her peripheral vision that MJ was looking at her. “Are you and Peter…” before MJ could even finish her sentence, Nixie immediately replied.

“No. NO! Definitely not. It’s just that we’re volunteering at a retirement center in Manhattan.”

“I would ask if I can go, but talking to old people isn’t really my thing.” MJ said which made Nixie feel more relieved.

***

It was 9:50 pm, there weren’t really any extremely dangerous situations for Moonflower and Spiderman to stop. The most they did was help a bunch of kindergartners walk across the street, stopped a guy from peeing on the sidewalk, and returned a lost cat to its original owner. As for the rest of their remaining time, they sat on the edge of the same building once again, talking, laughing, and getting to know each other.

“Wait, so you’re telling me Flash Thompson got kicked out of your preparatory school?!” Peter exclaimed,

“Yup, he was caught cheating several times and I was outside for cheer practice when the whole team heard his mom yell at him.” Nixie said and Peter laughed so hard he almost fell off the building, luckily for him, Nixie caught him right away. “Dude you need to chill.” Nixie laughed.

“I never really asked you about it, but how’d you get your powers?” Peter asked.

“It kinda just… Showed up. I was 11 and I was in Washington with Pepper when I just found out I can literally just make a plant grow out of nowhere. My dad and Dr. Banner eventually found out that I’m a mutant.” Nixie answered.

“Is there anything else you can do besides the whole plant thing?” Peter asked,

“It only happened once and it was during one of Banner’s tests, I was sitting in a small clear box and I sat there for hours until I started to have trouble breathing… I wanted to get out but Banner left to go to the toilet. It felt like every second my lungs were getting tighter and tighter and it was getting hard for me to breathe. I used up all my strength and then suddenly the blonde streaks on my hair glowed and I blacked out. Once I woke up, Banner told me that everyone heard a loud explosion from the lab but when they got there, the box was gone and the floor was just covered in moonflower petals.” Nixie replied,

“So that’s where you got the name!” Peter said and Nixie hummed in agreement. Nixie looked over at her watch and realized it was time for her to go.

“Welp, that’s all the time I’ve got for today. Gotta go now.” She said as she got up.

“Nix, is this gonna be a regular thing now?” Peter looked at Nixie with his doey eyes and she couldn’t help but melt at the sight of it. It was a weird feeling she had, she couldn’t comprehend it, but she liked it. She smiled at her friend and nodded.

“Sure Spidey.” She said,

“That’s great!” Peter exclaimed, “I guess I’ll uh… See you tomorrow, partner!” He waved goodbye and swung through building by building. Nixie looked at him from afar as she still tried to comprehend what she was feeling.

“Looks like she has a thing for the human bug.” She heard whispers from the nearby plants, she rolled her eyes and ignored what the plants were saying and headed home...

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missjanjie · 5 years ago

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Branjie Fic | Take Me Back to the Start (3/?)

Title: Take Me Back to the Start Summary: Everyone remembers their first love. Not everyone carries those feelings from childhood to senior year. Yet Brock is starting his last year of high school while still longing for the relationship he lost five years ago. Meanwhile, José is at the top of the food chain and seems to have it all together. But maybe their story isn’t over yet. Word Count: ~3.1k (this chapter) / ~9.6k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo) Rating: T (so far)

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After a couple of weeks, Brock and José found that working together was a second nature for them. They worked in sync, they listened and learned from each other, and while Brock was still unsteady about choreographing for a group, he felt that as a duo, they could actually come up with something that would win that qualifying position.

It was their fourth or fifth meeting - this one on their own time - and they were pretty sure they’d laid the groundwork for their routine. And they were pretty damn proud, if they did say so themselves. “Hey, what time is it?”

Brock reached around and grabbed his phone. “About a quarter to six. Why, you got somewhere to be?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He’d promised Kyle they would go see a movie that night, and he tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach that begged him to flake out. As José got up to leave, he turned back towards Brock with a soft, apologetic smile. He hesitated just a bit before speaking, almost as if he were willing away his nerves. “Listen, uh, my birthday’s coming up soon. I’m not goin’ wild or nothin’, but I’m having a party. And you know I can turn up at any party. Anyway, I want yo’ ass there.”

Of course, Brock knew exactly when his birthday was - he always felt especially lonely on that day. Early on, he used to reminisce on the birthdays they shared together, but lately it had become much easier to simply ignore it entirely. Either way, he brightened right up at the invitation. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Promise.”

José’s smile brightened. His heart was beating a little faster whether he liked it or not. “Yeah, you will,” he confirmed with a light laugh before they said their goodbyes. And he must have still had that smile plastered on his face when he reconvened with his boyfriend because he was getting an odd, borderline angry look.

“You enjoy your ‘practice,’ babe?” he asked with a suspicious raise in his brow.

“Why you gotta say it like that, huh?” His cheeks flushed red, which he could only hope didn’t come off as guilt. “It is practice. This shit’s important. You know that.”

Kyle rolled his eyes, “I also know you guys were a thing for years. And no, I don’t care that you were kids. Years are years and you can’t deny that.” Having known both boys for almost as long as they knew each other, he had witnessed tiny snippets of their relationship firsthand, leaving no room for denial.

José glared and grit his teeth. “The fuck are you accusing me of, huh? Tryna make me look bad to take the heat off yourself?”

The accusation earned him an annoyed scoff and a lack of eye contact. “Oh, cut the fucking temper tantrum, José. I’m just not gonna sit around while you have some Step Up fantasy with someone you’ve already had feelings for.”

“Don’t you think if I was tryna make that happen I woulda left yo two-timin’ ass already? You didn’t do shit to earn a second chance but beg and cry for it. And now you wanna point the fucking finger at me? Don’t even go there, boo.”

His rant must’ve made the impression he’d hoped for, as Kyle went silent and hung his head like a scolded child. “Okay, I get it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come at you like that, I do wanna have a good night with you.” He offered his hand out to the smaller male, waiting in anticipation to see if he’d still take it.

And he did, despite the fact that the nagging sense of doubt inside him was still there. But that was the first sincere sounding apology he’d ever gotten out of his boyfriend. That had to count for something, right? He would certainly keep telling himself as much if it meant he would be able to enjoy their date night.

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“What do you mean you don’t know what to get him?” Courtney furrowed her brows, shaking her head incredulously. “I thought he used to be like, your entire world.”

Brock grimaced. “And we haven’t spoken in five years. I don’t know about you, but my tastes have changed since middle school. He could be a whole new person in that way, and I don’t wanna look like an idiot in front of him.”

Steve had his hands shoved into his pockets as they walked past store after store in the mall. “Why don’t you just get something like chocolates? Everyone loves chocolate, you can’t strike out on that,” he suggested.

But he waved that off, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s a cop-out. I’m not some distant relative that only comes around for the holidays. I want something that tells him that I care about him… but not like, overly so, you know?”

“Not really.”

“I just don’t want it to seem like I don’t give a fuck. Because I give several fucks. Constantly.”

Courtney placed her hand on his shoulder as they walked into a Macy’s. “I think it’s sweet that you want to show you care. But you shouldn’t overthink it so much. He’s probably just going to be happy that you’re there.”

Brock exhaled deeply as he looked around the store, then coughed a bit on the inhale as he was hit with an influx of various perfumes and colognes that filled the store. “Let’s just start looking for shiny things. I know he still likes shiny things.” He’d been able to ascertain that much from the time they’d spent together recently.

As it turned out, something adequately shiny and something within budget seemed to be incapable of existing within one object. It’d been at least fifteen minutes of wandering through the jewelry department, and the trio had started to become frustrated.

“What about a watch?” Courtney suggested. “My dad says that’s usually a go-to.”

“The only watches anyone under forty wears are Apple Watches,” Brock retorted, and it took another few minutes of circling around before something finally caught his eye. “What do you guys think of this?”

When the other two came up to see what he was looking at, they exchanged looks before both giving a thumbs-up in approval, and not a moment too soon.

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Brock had been staring at himself in the mirror for a good couple of minutes. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was hoping to see - maybe a sudden burst of confidence that would assure him that he looked and felt ready to go.

Instead, he had to rely on his mother, who was losing her patience. “You’re going to be late, and not even fashionably late. Get a move on, I’ll be in the car.”

After another look in the mirror, he decided it was as good as it was going to get. He grabbed his jacket and the present and made his way out to the car, spending the entire ride completely silent. If he spoke, he’d just end up psyching himself out and making her turn back home.

“You’re going to have a great time, I’m sure of it. Call me when you’re done, but if you’re still out by midnight, take an Uber.”

Brock nodded in confirmation and gave his mom a quick hug before getting out and going into the restaurant. It was a nice place, the kind you would go to if you were treating yourself, but not somewhere that needed to be booked months in advance. The hostess was cheery as she guided him to the back room that was closed exclusively for the party, and there was no turning back from there.

There had to have been at least thirty or forty people in the room, talking and dancing amongst themselves, or eating and drinking off to the side. No one really acknowledged Brock’s presence, so he weaved his way through to set his gift down on the table along with the others, looking around in hopes of crossing paths with José one way or another.

And he did, eventually. José had managed to untangle himself from the group around him to make his way over to Brock. “You really showed up.”

“I promised I would.”

Despite the loud music and shouting teens, there was a sudden calmness between the two of them. The onslaught of indescribable noises faded into the background and for a moment it was like they were back at the roller skating rink, or any of the birthdays they’d shared together.

“I’m really happy you’re here.”

There seemed to be more that José wanted to say, but he was suddenly whisked away by a group of three girls that Brock recognized from the cheerleading team.

So, with a content smile, Brock turned to make his way towards the food when he bumped into someone blocking his path.

Kyle. Great.

“Can I help you?” He did his best to seem nonplussed, but he just couldn’t hide the irritation that seeped into his words. Even without an answer, he was trying to figure out how to maneuver around the jock.

“Oh, cut the shit.” Kyle shoved him back, effectively keeping him from slipping away. “He might be too stupid to catch onto your game, but I’m not. And I’m putting an end to it right now.”

Brock stood upright, puffing out his chest and narrowing his glare. If looks could kill, he’d be an effective assassin. “Don’t call him stupid,” he hissed. “Maybe if you treated him better, you wouldn’t be so paranoid.”

At this point, a few onlookers had gathered out of casual curiosity. Kyle had an aggressive reputation, after all. And although Brock didn’t have much of a reputation period, the fact that he held his own on a physical level was enough to pique some interest.

“You’re fucking delusional if you think he’s gonna run back to you just ‘cause you two used to play house,” he stepped closer, trying to intimidate him — which proved to be a bit difficult considering they were about the same height. He then tried to further the attempt by making a sharp, threatening motion towards him.

But Brock’s reflexes were fast — he pushed back with both hands to his chest, enough to send him stumbling back a couple of steps. Which, in retrospect, might have been the wrong move, as the next thing he knew, he had 185 pounds of football player lunging at him.

Now, Brock wasn’t a fighter, especially not a physical one. But his only other option was to lay down and let José’s boyfriend wail on him, and that simply wasn’t going to happen. So, he pushed back with all of his might, doing his best to hold his own while a crowd formed around them.

It was all a bit blurry — there was a loud ringing in his ear and his head was throbbing, and he was on the ground, down for the count. In the distance, though, he swore he heard a distinctly familiar voice shouting ‘what the fuck just happened?!’

José was out of breath when he caught up with the melee. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Kyle grunted, also splayed out on the floor and not in much better condition. “Ugh, yeah, think I just–“

“Shut the fuck up, I ain’t talking to you!” The absolute fury in his tone was enough to make everyone in earshot take a step back. But he wasn’t paying the crowd any mind as he dropped to his knees and crawled over to Brock’s side.

“How bad you hurtin’?” His voice had completely switched to a soft, gentle one — it was jarring to everyone around them. “You need me to call an amberlance or something?”

Brock groaned as he managed to sit himself up. His face hurt like a bitch, but he wasn’t bleeding or more than a little swollen. He was dizzy, enough to not even realize how much he was relying on José to hold him up, but was slowly managing to come back to reality. “No, just ice. Advil, maybe.”

“You heard the man! Ice and Advil! What’s the fucking hold up?” José wasn’t shouting to anyone in particular — just whoever got the job done the fastest.

And, sure enough, Brock did find himself on a couch with ice on his head and Advil in his system not long after. How long, exactly, was unclear. His mind was still a little fuzzy on the details.

The one detail that was clear, however, was that José had never left his side, and that fact made Kyle livid. Even with depleted energy, he was huffing and shouting as his friends escorted him out. “Does he blow up like that often?” he asked once he was feeling a bit more himself.

José gestured vaguely. “He got a temper.”

“He’s never hit you, has he?”

“Never, though sometimes I’d take that over his shouting rants. Motherfucker makes me look like one of them silent French clowns.”

“A mime?”

Despite everything, they both laughed at that. “Yeah, a mime.”

There were a few beats of silence before Brock turned to face him. “Why’s a guy like you with such a creep like that?”

José tilted his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “A guy like me?”

“Well, yeah,” Brock shrugged. “Someone kind, funny, thoughtful…” He could have gone on for so much longer, but he didn’t want to come on too strong. That, and he was still a bit out of it and knew that if he started to ramble he wouldn’t stop. “What’s he got going for him other than an athletic scholarship?”

It wasn’t that José never questioned his relationship; it was just easier to not think about it. This was how it was supposed to go – the head cheerleader and the quarterback, it was the classic high school romance, wasn’t it?

“It wasn’t always like this. He was good to me, treated me like a queen, his ride or die. I don’t know what happened,” he sighed and looked down. “I know I look the fool for even thinkin’ bout defending him, but I can’t just feel nothing for him just like that.”

Brock pressed his lips into a fine line and stared straight ahead of him. “I don’t think anyone expects you to stay with him after this, so the choice is really yours.” He was sure people filmed the fight, that it was already making the rounds on social media. His phone was bound to blow up any minute now, and he had no idea how he would tackle that. He couldn’t even think about that – he was still hung up on José‘s take on his relationship with that bully.

“Anyway,” he continued after what felt like an hour of awkward silence. “I’m gonna text my mom, should still probably go get checked out by a doctor.”

José stood right up. “Let me go with you,” he insisted.

Brock shook his head. “You’re not wasting my birthday sitting in the ER to see if I have a contusion.”

“Well, I’m not doing that because I don’t know what a contusion is. But I am going to make sure you didn’t get all fucked up.” He chewed on his lip and bounced uncomfortably on his feet. “‘Sides, this is kinda my fault anyway. He prob’ly wouldn’t have gone after you if he didn’t think you was gonna try something with me. I-I told him the truth, but he ain’t hearing it.”

Brock sighed softly and gently placed his hand on the shorter male’s shoulder. “None of this is your fault. The guy’s a psychopath and you got caught in the cross-hairs.” He gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “And I know you, and how stubborn you are. So I’ll let my mom know you’re coming with us.”

Despite his insistence on joining, the drive to the hospital was still filled with tension. It was dead silent, to the point where even Joan had given up any attempt at small talk within the first five minutes. And their stay in the waiting room proved to only be more silent torture. The worst part, perhaps, was that all of that was only to find out that Brock had sustained nothing more than a minor concussion, along with some scrapes and bruises.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” José remarked as they made their way back the way they came.

Brock looked at him with a weak smile. “Could’ve been a lot worse, I know.” His gaze shifted straightforward. “Are you going to check on him?”

“I mean, I should, right?”

“No!” He stopped in his tracks, causing José to come to a screeching halt. That was it. That was what made the dam burst. “Jesus Christ, don’t you get it? This is essentially the same boy that pushed us around while shouting ‘faggots,’ the only difference is now you’re letting him fuck you!” He took a breath, the last thing he needed to do was cause a scene in the middle of the hospital.

José found himself in a bind. He knew Brock was right, he didn’t need to think twice about that. But he wasn’t about to stand and get lectured and leave with his head hung low. His pride simply wouldn’t allow for that. “I took care of myself then, you don’t need to keep talkin’ at me like I’m still a child.”

“Then maybe you should stop acting like one.”

------

“Dude,” Courtney stared at him blankly. “What the fuck?”

Brock groaned, sprawling out on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I was just… I was so angry. It wasn’t even about wanting to be with him, it was… How could that not be enough to break up with someone on the spot?”

“It sounds like it was a lot happening at once,” Steven chimed in. “Maybe he just needs to, I don’t know, process all of it.”

He sat up and furrowed his brows. “So, what are you saying? That I overreacted?”

Both of his friends shook their heads. “Honestly, I’m with you. I can’t fucking stand Kyle,” Courtney admitted. “But you said it yourself, José’s the most stubborn son of a bitch any of us have ever met. Maybe he’s in denial about it.”

“Give it a little time. He’ll come to his senses and be all yours before you know it.”

Brock ran his fingers over the bruise on his arm, still tender to the touch. “If that’s even what I still want by then.”

#branjie #branjie fic #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr rpf

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Take Me Back to the Start (Chapter 3) - Joley

(read on ao3)

Brock reached around and grabbed his phone. “About a quarter to six. Why, you got somewhere to be?”

“You enjoy your ‘practice,’ babe?” he asked with a suspicious raise in his brow.

“Why you gotta say it like that, huh?” His cheeks flushed red, which he could only hope didn’t come off as guilt. “It is practice. This shit’s important. You know that.”

José glared and grit his teeth. “The fuck are you accusing me of, huh? Tryna make me look bad to take the heat off yourself?”

——

“What do you mean you don’t know what to get him?” Courtney furrowed her brows, shaking her head incredulously. “I thought he used to be like, your entire world.”

“Not really.”

“I just don’t want it to seem like I don’t give a fuck. Because I give several fucks. Constantly.”

“What about a watch?” Courtney suggested. “My dad says that’s usually a go-to.”

When the other two came up to see what he was looking at, they exchanged looks before both giving a thumbs-up in approval, and not a moment too soon.

——

Instead, he had to rely on his mother, who was losing her patience. “You’re going to be late, and not even fashionably late. Get a move on, I’ll be in the car.”

“You’re going to have a great time, I’m sure of it. Call me when you’re done, but if you’re still out by midnight, take an Uber.”

And he did, eventually. José had managed to untangle himself from the group around him to make his way over to Brock. “You really showed up.”

“I promised I would.”

“I’m really happy you’re here.”

There seemed to be more that José wanted to say, but he was suddenly whisked away by a group of three girls that Brock recognized from the cheerleading team.

So, with a content smile, Brock turned to make his way towards the food when he bumped into someone blocking his path.

Kyle. Great.

José was out of breath when he caught up with the melee. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Kyle grunted, also splayed out on the floor and not in much better condition. “Ugh, yeah, think I just–“

“How bad you hurtin’?” His voice had completely switched to a soft, gentle one — it was jarring to everyone around them. “You need me to call an amberlance or something?”

“You heard the man! Ice and Advil! What’s the fucking hold up?” José wasn’t shouting to anyone in particular — just whoever got the job done the fastest.

And, sure enough, Brock did find himself on a couch with ice on his head and Advil in his system not long after. How long, exactly, was unclear. His mind was still a little fuzzy on the details.

José gestured vaguely. “He got a temper.”

“He’s never hit you, has he?”

“Never, though sometimes I’d take that over his shouting rants. Motherfucker makes me look like one of them silent French clowns.”

“A mime?”

Despite everything, they both laughed at that. “Yeah, a mime.”

There were a few beats of silence before Brock turned to face him. “Why’s a guy like you with such a creep like that?”

José tilted his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “A guy like me?”

“Anyway,” he continued after what felt like an hour of awkward silence. “I’m gonna text my mom, should still probably go get checked out by a doctor.”

José stood right up. “Let me go with you,” he insisted.

Brock shook his head. “You’re not wasting my birthday sitting in the ER to see if I have a contusion.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” José remarked as they made their way back the way they came.

Brock looked at him with a weak smile. “Could’ve been a lot worse, I know.” His gaze shifted straightforward. “Are you going to check on him?”

“I mean, I should, right?”

“Then maybe you should stop acting like one.”

——

“Dude,” Courtney stared at him blankly. “What the fuck?”

“It sounds like it was a lot happening at once,” Steven chimed in. “Maybe he just needs to, I don’t know, process all of it.”

He sat up and furrowed his brows. “So, what are you saying? That I overreacted?”

“Give it a little time. He’ll come to his senses and be all yours before you know it.”

Brock ran his fingers over the bruise on his arm, still tender to the touch. “If that’s even what I still want by then.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #teen au #high school au #take me back to the start #joley #m/m au

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shooter-nobunagun · 5 years ago

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Quarantine UST 3

//Look, I’m on a roll, and I plan to ride it as long as I can.

Warning: some ‘ero’ content this chapter, (wet dreams and masturbation)... ^^;;; teenage hormones, man XD;

“Oh my god Asao-san, I just don’t know if I can keep this up for a month! It hasn’t even been a week and I’m starting to go a little nuts...and I’m the very definition of an introvert,” The sniper vented, chatting with her best friend Kaoru Asao as part of her now-established bedtime ritual. “I seriously can’t believe there’s like, three more weeks to go...ugh.”

“Oh Sio-chan, I think you’ll be all right. Given the circumstances, it’s perfectly fine to be getting a bit of cabin fever. Have you gone out at all?”

“Well, no...I mean, I just spend some time in the yard or go for a quick walk around the block, but since everyone’s all ‘don’t go out unless you need to’, it’s not like we’ve been making any supply runs since the first one,” the sniper grumbled. The vehicle Adam requisitioned from the Yavin had arrived just yesterday in the form of an all-wheel-drive, manual transmission sedan, but since most places were closed anyway, Sio didn’t foresee them going on any joyrides anytime soon. “Newton and Gandhi were saying it would be nice to just go for a drive, but I don’t know. Jack’s always so strict...can you believe he still keeps tabs on me daily to make sure I’ve done my training?”

Her friend laughed lightly on the other end. “Isn’t that his job though? You said Jack-san is your team leader, right? Besides, would you really be keeping up with your training if he didn’t remind you?”

“...”

“...Well, there’s your answer.” Sio groaned and buried herself in the pillow. “But I hope you’ve been remembering to take care of yourself too, Sio-chan. I mean, you said you’ve basically got free time after you do your training, right?”

“Sure I guess, but it’s...I dunno, Asao-san. I’m not used to constantly being around other people like, 24/7. Even back in the Logan, I feel like I had more privacy...but when you’re in a house, well...” She thought back to this morning, whereupon Newton had stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and purple thong, Sio narrowly avoiding another nosebleed as she rushed to the toilet before Newton could try and ‘greet’ her. “It’s a bit...weird to see all your teammates when they’re so, well...casual.”

“Hmm; does it make you uncomfortable? Maybe you can ask them to respect your privacy or be more considerate around you.”

“Hah, that’ll be the day,” Sio rolled her eyes. “Newton and Gandhi...let’s just say their definition of consideration is way different than mine. If anything, the only person I actually don’t have to worry about is Jack...though I’ve got other issues with him...”

“I see...” Her friend mused on the other line. “Still, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but have you actually told them that? Do they know their actions bother you? Or are you just doing the whole ‘polite Japanese’ thing and shrugging it off?”

“I mean, well—I want to, but—”

“‘But...?’ You know Sio-chan, I’m not saying what they’re doing is okay, but at the same time, you also need to stick up for yourself,” Asao gently chided, Sio whining because she knew her friend was right. “I know you don’t like talking to people, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere, right? It seems like they just don’t realize it, but I’m sure if you actually told them how you feel, they might back off. And if not, well, at least you can escalate that to someone in charge.”

“Haaaaaahh...I know, you’re right; I’ll try...but they’re so intimidating at times, the way they’re so...forward,” the sniper flopped backwards onto the pillows. “Ironically, Jack’s the only person I’ve been able to actually talk back to...”

At this revelation her friend made an interesting noise. “Oh? You told Jack-san how you felt? Even though your last three messages to me were about how strict and scary he is?”

“I-I mean, it’s not like I plan my conversations with him, it’s just sometimes he gets so annoying I just react automatically—”

“—Well, what did he say?”

“He—” The sniper caught herself as she recalled their conversations from earlier in the week. “...He, actually apologized, now that I think about it...when he lost his temper from helping me to the laundry, he...he admitted he shouldn’t have been so harsh, that he was just tired...” And then the next day he helped her with the ironing, and giving her lunch...

“Ooh?” Asao’s voice took on a high note. “Really now...I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover, can you? Well that’s good, it means things do change when you actually speak up about them.”

“Well sure, but I’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Why don’t you ask Jack-san for backup? He’s the leader, right? I’m sure his words carry some weight.”

“I, well...I could, but...he’s already helped me out a lot. I’d feel bad if I constantly went to him with my troubles...” Sio hugged her knees to her chest. “I mean if I really had to, sure...but I wanna try and handle this on my own, first. Besides, it’d probably be more effective if it came from me.”

“‘Atta girl, Sio. I know you can do it.” Asao cheered from the other end. “But it’s getting pretty late on your end, isn’t it? You should get some sleep, even if you’re not going anywhere. A routine sleeping schedule will help you feel better.”

Sio glanced at the clock, which was about to strike midnight. “Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, thanks a bunch, Asao-san. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for about all this, it’s that I can finally chat with you whenever I want.”

Her friend laughed. “Of course, Sio-chan. I’m really happy about that, too. Take care! And feel free to text me whenever! Oyasumi.”

“Oyasumi.” Yawning, Sio set her phone on the nightstand, stretching like a cat before crawling underneath the fluffy duvet. “I’m so glad Asao-san’s my friend...I don’t know what I’d do without her...” Turning off the lights, she laid her head down and was asleep within minutes. ------ “Nnng...hnn, uhn...”

It was hot, but it felt good. Her legs ached, but again, she couldn’t seem to stop. Her body turned over and her hips moved on their own, grinding clumsily against a lump of blankets.

“Unn...hmm...hmmm...!! Nnng...!!”

It felt so good; a heat bubbling up from her groin, tickling her senses in a way she’d never felt before. Yet it never seemed to be enough—no matter how much she pushed her hips she couldn’t get enough, because it just felt too good—

“Ahn...ah, ah...nng...y, yes...” Her breathing grew strained as her body grew desperate. To reach that peak, that...whatever it was. Her limbs were quivering as she rolled over again, this time one of the extra pillows wedging itself perfectly between her thighs. “Oh, yes...ah, right ther...kimochi ii...iii...!”

Almost there! So close!

A tingle of electricity went up her spine as the edge of the pillow rubbed right against that sweet spot between her legs and Sio’s eyes shot open, gasping for breath as she woke up right on the verge of ecstasy. “Wha—what the, what’s...huh...?” For some reason she was breathing as though she’d run a marathon, and her clothes were all sweaty...

‘Oh no, do I have a fever? Is it the virus?!’ In a panic she slid out of bed, ignoring the strange throbbing between her legs as she fumbled for a thermometer. “37.7 degrees Celsius...whew, normal.” Sighing with relief, she slowly crawled back to bed, now finally noticing the strange tightness down there, throbbing in time with her pulse. “Nnn...what the heck, why do I feel so...weird? My body’s all...hot and tingly, b-but I don’t have a fever...”

The sniper could only recall vague remnants of some dream she’d been having moments earlier, but like most dreams, it vanished the second she woke up. Bits and pieces remained however, Sio closing her eyes as she tried to remember what was making her so hot and bothered.

‘It was...I was...really hot? Something...no, I think it was someone touching me...but, it wasn’t scary at all; it felt...gentle, and really good...’

Before she knew it, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs, Sio unconsciously now trying to replicate what she’d experienced in the dream with her own hands. A finger gingerly rubbed a slight bump on the outside of her underwear and she shivered, a shock of pleasure running through her body.

‘Yes, it felt, like this...it felt, so good...’

“Hnn...it’s, just like my dream...” She mumbled, mind falling back into that hazy pleasure halfway between dreams and reality, as Sio started touching herself in earnest. The sniper wasn’t even aware of what she was doing, only a vague knowledge of something she’d read in health books came floating up—but that was quickly shoved aside as her fingers became a little more confident, rubbing a little harder now and the pleasure started climbing.

“Ah...ah, nng...it feels really good...h-how, what is...” She was panting slightly, not even realizing her other hand had snaked underneath her shirt and was gently stroking her breast.

‘W-Wait a minute...what am I...am I, touching myself...?’ Suddenly she was conscious of where her hands were, just what she was doing; a finger still rubbing between her legs—only now there was a slight dampness seeping onto the fabric.

Sio blushed, finally realizing that this was what masturbation was—but at the same time it felt too good for her to stop. ‘W-Whoa...is this what...masturbating feels like? It’s...kinda embarrassing to admit, but it does feel really good...’ Sighing, she decided to just continue and see what happened. Besides, at least she had her own room here, and nobody shared a wall.

“Mnn...it’s, not enough...I want to feel, more...” Biting her lips, the sniper slowly shed her damp panties, heart pounding in nervous excitement as it occurred to her she was going to pleasure her most private place, with her own two hands. ‘Somehow, doing something kinda...naughty like this...I’m getting excited...’ Gulping, she gently reached a finger down, only to pull away in shock as she felt something moist and slippery. “Wha—uh, why’s it all wet down here?” She reached finger down again, and this time pushed a little deeper, her stomach clenching as her fingers started exploring the region.

“Whoa...I’m getting really wet...I can’t believe that really happens,” she mumbled, rather enjoying the slipperiness across her fingertips. Between the hot, slick folds, untangling her dark curls—she squealed as her fingertips finally brushed against that most sensitive spot, now hard and engorged from stimulation.

“Ahn...! W-what is this...why’s it feel so much better...compared to, anywhere else...” Moaning very slightly, Sio started fondling her clit, using two fingers to rub circles around it as the other hand now massaged her breasts. “Oooh...god, this feels amazing...”

Slowly but surely, that same, slow-burn tension from her dream was now building up in real life. The sniper was using both her hands at this point, one to massage her sensitive clit while the other poked around her folds, coating everything with her juices that were now dripping down her thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah...oh god, it’s happening...th-that, same feeling...from my dream...!” Her body was hot all over, limbs starting to twitch as this new tension built up somewhere deep inside her. Her hands were more forceful now, rubbing tight circles around her clit, back arching every so often as she tried to reach that goal again, before she woke up. Her legs were spread underneath the covers, hips undulating as she tried to push herself to the peak.

‘I-It’s, so close...I-I’m so close, why can’t I...’ Moaning in frustration and arousal, she took a break, panting for air as she gently ran her fingers all over her smooth, soft skin. ‘In my dream, I think there was someone else...who was doing this to me...and it felt so good...’

She didn’t remember much, but she knew whoever it was had much larger hands than her; they were calloused but firm, gentle as they fondled her breasts, then her opening, teasing her with that same, steady pressure until she was sure she could bear it no more.

“Ahn...ah...ah...ah, ah, ah—oh god...!” While she fantasized about her mystery dream lover, her fingers punished her clit with a desperate fervor; Sio felt her legs twitching, hips bucking with the same rhythm as her fingers while her body pushed itself towards an orgasm.

‘It’s so good...I-I think I’m coming...I’m, gonna, cum—!’ For some reason right at the precipice, Adam’s alabaster-white torso flashed in her mind, with those toned muscles... With a startled cry she climaxed as the heat crashed over, a searing pleasure overwhelming all her senses at once. Clenching her teeth, she pushed a finger against her throbbing clit, rubbing it every so often and shaking from the aftershocks until everything subsided at last, Sio letting out a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding.

“Hah, hah...ooohh, that felt...incredible.” Heaving, she fumbled for a tissue and wiped up the mess that had formed between her legs, as well as any residue from her fingers. “Man, who knew you could make yourself feel so good, with your own hands...is that why people do this...”

At last she snuggled down underneath the covers, now very satisfied and quite exhausted (no wonder people did this in bed; it made you so sleepy!) Before she fully conked out again though, the image of Adam’s body floated up again, Sio blushing with realization.

‘Wh-What the hell...why am I think about him now, i-it’s not like I want to see him naked or to, to...do that...to me...ugh, must be because I was chatting about him with Asao-san, that’s why...’

She pulled the covers up resolutely and forced herself to go to sleep, trying desperately to ignore the burning in her cheeks. ---- “Good morning love! Goodness, did you sleep too late again? Those bags under your eyes will become permanent at this rate,” the blonde tsked as the sniper rubbed her eyes and let out a huge yawn.

“A-Ah, uh, B-Beckham-san, you—”

“I thought I told you, call me ‘Jess’—”

“Right, Jess-san, er...”

“—Another late night gossiping with your friend?”

“Ah, Gandhi-san—”

“Oy, what’s with the chatter?!” All three stopped talking as their leader walked into the kitchen, hair still tousled. “And for the love god, could you two put on some damn clothes?!” He glared at the two, one of whom was walking around in knickers and the other who was completely shirtless, much to Sio’s chagrin. “This ain’t a uni dorm...”

“Such a prude, Adam...you really need to get laid, love.” The blonde teased much to their leader’s chagrin but went to change, as did Mahesh, Adam blushing and grumbling all the while about how it’d been barely a week and already they were devolving into a couple of degenerates.

“O, Ohayou, Jack-san...” The sniper steeled herself now that it was just the two of them, doing her best to not look at anywhere even remotely close to his body; the events of last night were still fresh in her mind, and she certainly hadn’t forgotten the weird tingles she felt every time she even thought about him.

‘Just play it cool, Sio, it’s not like that meant anything; it just means you’re attracted to a muscular body, that’s all, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s him...’

“Hn? Oh, mornin’ squirt...” The silver-haired man gave a slight glance her way, before opening the fridge and grabbing out breakfast items. “You eat already?”

“Not yet...I-I mean, I was just gonna eat some toast and jam—”

“—want eggs with that?”

The sniper’s head shot up. “E-Eggs? Ye—I mean uh, I...um, if it’s not too much trouble...”

“‘S fine, since I’m already making some for myself.” With a practiced hand he cracked two eggs simultaneously, Sio watching in amazement as he skillfully flipped them. “So, how d’you like your eggs?”

“Uh, sunny-side up, please! But a little less runny.” Her eyes continued to stare, however, Adam smirking a bit as she let out a small noise of wonder.

“What’re you so excited about? They’re just eggs.”

“Ah! It’s just, I’m impressed, Jack-san...you really do know your stuff. Like, you cracked those with only one hand, just like they do on TV!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious; it took all his willpower to not just smile back at her, though that didn’t stop his heart from thumping loudly in his chest. Seriously, what was going on? He couldn’t possibly...well, like her, could he?

‘Like’ has many connotations...it doesn’t have to mean romance...

“Well, practice makes perfect, squirt. You could give it a try if you want,” he cast her a glance, but the girl only laughed nervously.

“Maybe some other time...trust me, you don’t wanna know how I did in my home ec classes...”

A few minutes later there were two plates stacked with eggs, toast, jam, and (in Adam’s case) a couple rashers of bacon and small ramekin of baked beans.

“Uwaa!! This looks so delicious! Ittadakimasu!” The smell of a perfectly fried egg on top of crisp, buttery toast... Sio let out a hum as she happily munched her breakfast, the weird libido-lust thing all but forgotten. “Now I know for sure, you’re really good at cooking, Adam. Did your mom teach you?”

At that comment Adam paused mid-bite, but the sniper didn’t notice. “...You could say that. She taught me the basics, and I...just practiced a lot on my own.”

“Oh? So is like, cooking one of your hobbies, then?”

“...Not particularly. I don’t mind it, but I became good at it out of necessity, more than anything else...” Suddenly his voice became melancholy, and the sniper wondered if she said the wrong thing, again.

“...Oh. I-I’m sorry, I uh...didn’t mean to...pry...” She awkwardly took a sip of her tea; the silence was deafening, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Eh; it’s fine. I don’t talk about it, because...what’s the point,” Adam sighed, scraping up the remaining beans and spooning it onto his toast. “I mean, when you’ve only got your mum lookin’ after you an’ no other family...you grow up pretty quick.”

“Ah, Jack-san...” Before she could say anything else however, the other two members finally returned, thankfully dressed this time. As Jess and Mahesh set about getting their own breakfast, she quickly excused herself to go help Adam with the dishes.

“Here, why don’t you let me load them? I can do it now, thanks to you...”

He gave her a curious look, Sio unsure of how to decipher that expression, but the next thing she knew he nodded in thanks and left her at the sink.

I wonder...if something happened to him in the past. Though Adam didn’t anything else after that, just from that one sentence Sio knew now that Adam grew up with a single parent, and no other siblings—or other close relatives, even. Perhaps that was why he was such a loner; it was always harder to open up to others when you spent so much time relying on yourself.

“Need some help, Sio-chan?” She looked up and Mahesh and Jess were carrying their plates to the sink. “Thanks for cleaning up, by the way; believe me when I say we appreciate it!”

“Oh, it’s no big deal...I mean, we’re gonna be here for a while, so might as well help out.”

“You are just too sweet!” The blonde practically crushed Sio into her generous bosom, and the sniper instantly stiffened. "You deserve a reward—”

Those lips. That tongue. Almost mesmerized, Sio just stared as Jess drew closer, but then...

“—Oh!”

Sio blinked, not quite sure what just happened. It was as if her body reacted on instinct, her arms pushing Jess away just before they could make contact, and now both she and Mahesh were staring at her with bewildered looks.

‘Oh boy, I’ve done it now...still, here goes nothing...!’

“Look, Jess-san. I...I get that’s how you show affection—a-and maybe you Europeans are more used to it, but...I don’t like it. It...really makes me uncomfortable when you just...get so close to me, all of a sudden...s, so, s-so...” Her arms were shaking with fear, but the need to say what she really felt was even stronger. Asao was right; she couldn’t stay silent forever and hope that one day people would be able to magically read her mind. She needed to take the initiative, no matter how awkward it made things.

“So...please, don’t...do that to me. Please...” Her voice wavered and the sniper could feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t back down now. “Please...don’t just, suddenly grab or, touch me like that...I don’t like it at all. And same goes for you, Gandhi-san; I don’t like guys who are so aggressive like that.”

And before either of the two could say another word the sniper fled up the stairs into her room, her courage finally depleted. ------ “Cooking as a hobby, ‘ey? Heh, why not, squirt...” Lo-fi hip-hop was streaming through the headphones, Adam absently checking his email (for once) while relaxing to some music. It’d been nearly a week since Command dropped the bombshell on them, yet the platoon had adopted to its civilian lifestyle with almost shocking speed. Sure, he still had to make sure everybody was keeping up with their training, and once a day he personally checked in with either Saint-Germain or the Commander herself, but other than that it was surprisingly...chill.

Well, aside from random incidents such as seeing Jess waltz around in black lace knickers, and Mahesh’s annoying habit of not putting on a shirt unless he had to. And oh yeah, that first night where Sio blindly walked in on him just as he’d gotten out of the shower.

The squirt... Sio Ogura. His fingers stopped typing as the petite girl crossed his mind. She was different. Unique. At first, it was easy for him to dismiss her as just another newbie who was in way over her head, but she’d proven to be surprisingly capable in their last few missions.

‘An’ now she wants to learn how to keep house...how cute.’ Adam snorted lightly to himself, but it was rather adorable watching the girl stumble her way through learning how to use the washing machine, and loading a dishwasher. He had to admit, the girl was stubborn and intuitive; even if it felt like she was missing a screw or two in the common sense department.

Maybe she wasn’t as much of a squirt as he initially pinned her to be. ‘I probably shouldn’t keep callin’ her hanninmae...but what else should I call her? Sio?’ He frowned; that was a little too personal, and if he remembered correctly, Japanese people generally didn’t appreciate strangers calling them by their first names.

That had to be earned.

“Like a certain someone, ‘ey?” He muttered to himself. Adam didn’t miss the fact that he was the only holder whom she addressed by his e-gene name, instead of his real name. Truth be told, it pissed him off that Jess and Mahesh just casually used ‘Adam’ whenever they wanted, but it was too much trouble to bother correcting them. Besides, whenever he did, it usually went in one ear and out the next.

He sighed and shut the laptop. “Might as well go check in on them...” Stretching, he shuffled to the sniper’s door, and was just about to knock when heard a sniffle. “Huh.” He leaned closer and put his ear to the door.

She’s crying. Startled, and without even thinking Adam opened the door, the sniper whirling around in bewilderment at his sudden intrusion.

“Oy, what’s going on? Are you all right?”

“E-Eh?! J-Jack-san??” The sniper hurriedly wiped her eyes, but it wasn’t enough to get rid of the the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“U-Uh, um...I—wait, wh-why are you in my room?”

“Uh...” Shit. Good question. Adam wanted to say that he heard her crying and was concerned, but she might take it the wrong way. ‘Actually. she definitely would take it the wrong way.’

“I, I uh, just wanted to check if you finished your training yet, but I heard you crying—I-I thought you hurt yourself or something—I—” He fumbled wordlessly for something, but even his Jack the Ripper couldn’t think of an excuse for this situation. “A-Anyway, sorry about...barging in like that. Guess we’re tit-for-tat, eh?”

“O-Oh...I, it’s...you don’t need to worry about it, Jack-san. I-It’s—I can handle it myself...I’m, fine...”

Adam raised an eyebrow, gently making his way to the side of the bed. “You sure about that, squirt?”

“I-I, uh...” The sniper stuttered and looked away.

“Hey, look; I, uh, know I’m probably not the most approachable guy, but I’m also your squad leader. And that means if there’s something botherin’ you, I’m more than willing to listen.” Adam slowly rounded the corner, sitting the built-in reading bench by the window. “An’ I’m not just sayin’ this ‘cause I’m the leader. If you wanna talk about it...I’m all ears.”

The sniper hiccuped a bit more, grabbing a tissue and hugging her knees to her chest, but still didn’t face him. Adam waited patiently until the tears seemed to have stopped.

“W, Well...it’s, m-more like, i-it has to do with, the other two...N-Newton-san and Gandhi-san. U-Uh, y-you know how both of them are alway so, so...touchy-feely,” Adam made a low rumbling noise at this, “s-so, earlier I, b-basically told them I didn’t...appreciate that, a-and, and...” the sniper squeezed herself into a tighter ball, if possible. “I, pushed Newton away...b-but, I didn’t mean it like that, I wasn’t trying to hurt her or say that I hated her, but I just didn’t want to be that close, and—”

“—You didn’t do anything wrong.” Adam’s low tenor cut through her anxiety-babble. “That’s on them, for not respecting your personal space...” Oddly enough, he felt as angry as he’d ever been—even moreso than his usual irritation at their tiresome antics. If it was just him, then fine; he could brush it off, but the fact that not only was Sio been so bothered by it, but she felt guilty about telling them off...

“I, I know that...b-but still, I...don’t want them to think I, hate them or anything like that...” The girl finally lifted her head, eyes now red and puffy from crying. “I, still think they’re good people...I just, don’t want them to keep getting so close to me like that...” Before she could go into another round of waterworks Adam was handing her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted.

“Honestly, it’s about time we addressed these issues. Especially if we’re gonna be living together for the next few weeks, I can’t let this keep happening. Hell, you’ve got more balls than me; you actually said something, where as I...just shrugged it off.”

At this the sniper looked up in surprise. “R, Really? Y-You, never told them you...don’t like it, either?”

Adam barked out a laugh. “Heh...surprising, isn’t it? Yeh, I’m surprised myself, honestly...can’t say exactly why I never did, except I figured it probably wasn’t a good idea t’ get all wound up with someone whom was going to be working with indefinitely. I don’t know...” he leaned back into the cushions, eyes closing in some lost memory. “Perhaps it’s because I figured, if I could put up with it, then maybe it’s better to do that, instead of protesting...” Adam shook his head. “Who knows. I guess to be honest, deep down, I’m someone who’d rather not rock the boat, you know what I mean?”

Whoa. He was much different than her initial impressions, for sure. Sio never would have guessed that Jack the Ripper—no, Adam Muirhead, was actually much more reserved than she thought. Not to mention the fact that, just like her, he preferred to stay quiet and bear the burden, instead of speaking out.

“Mn...I, definitely get that.” Before she knew it Sio quirked a small smile. “Heh, wow, I...I didn’t know we had similar thoughts...”

Adam returned the smile, and to her dismay the sniper felt her cheeks blushing. “The things you find out when we’re not in battle, right? Anyway, don’t beat yourself up. It’s high time we cleared this up; I’m gonna call a meeting tonight. Don’t worry about feeling awkward; I’ll handle it, and if they make a fuss—well, let’s just say I’m not above using my authority to make sure they stay in line...”

Sio nodded, though she sincerely hoped it was just a matter of misunderstanding and ignorance. The last thing she wanted was to strain the relationships between them, and who knew how that would affect their performance in battle.

“Also, squir—I mean, Ogura,” her ears perked at the sound of her real name, “er, it is all right to call you, that, yeh?”

Her heart started drumming in her chest and that strange warmth was flooding her body again. “O-Oh, of course! Th, thanks, Jack-san...”

“Cool. Anyway, I’m sorry you had to go through such a beastly thing, but...I’m grateful you told me about it. You really are something else, aren’t you?”

“Ah...” Those wide maroons stared at his back, Sio now shyly clutching her pillow. “Th-Thank you, Jack-san...not just for doing something about this, but...thank you for listening to me. I really appreciate it...”

Adam felt his face grow warm. “...You’re welcome. Oh, and uh, one more thing,” he paused at the doorway, “my name is Adam. My real name is Adam Muirhead.”

“Then...thank you, Adam-san.”

#documentation #//heuuurrurur #//wow #//haven't been on a roll in so long #//its GOOD

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strawberry-slurpee · 5 years ago

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"Kiss me," he'd said while we both stood in the cold backyard of a house party. I'd laughed, thinking he was joking. We'd been speaking for less than five minutes and I didn't even know the boy's name. He'd just asked for a light for his cigarette and I had obliged. He wasn't smirking when I looked at him though. He was just looking at me. His eyes were gentle for how intense his gaze felt. He hadn't looked me up and down like I was something he wanted to conquer; which was my second thought once I realised he really did want to kiss me. He looked at me as a whole, almost as though he was trying to see through me to the fence I had been leaning against. It was intimidating if I'm honest. And so I mumbled something about having to find my friends and brushed past him, shaking myself as I opened the patio door and re-entered the party.

He found me after school the following Monday and apologised if he'd made me feel uncomfortable. He hadn't. I reassured him it was fine. He asked my name and I told him. He told me his, Billy, even though I'd already heard all about him from girls gossiping about him in the hallways. I'd heard all about Billy Hargrove: the jock, Billy Hargrove: the bad boy, and I had heard in detail about Billy Hargrove: the nicest ass in Hawkins. He offered me a ride home but I told him I didn't live far. I did. He asked if I had thought about his proposition. I had said that I didn't know what he was talking about. I did. I had thought about little else over the weekend, hearing his voice telling me to kiss him on a loop. I had thought of every possible motive behind him saying it; from him actually wanting to, to it being some sort of new-kid initiation prank. I could imagine his stare whenever I closed my eyes and it still gave me goosebumps days later. But I didn't want to be used and cast aside by this guy. No matter how smooth he was.

"Kiss me," he'd said again. He'd cornered me in the stacks at the back of the school library during study hall. I'd dropped my book I was holding and it fell to the ground, knocking down a few hardbacks from a lower shelf as it went. I could hear him exhale a laugh from behind me as I blushed and bent down to pick up the mess I had created. He sunk to my level and handed me a few, his hand lingering on mine. The touch was small but still sent my heart and mind racing. I managed to stutter out something to the effect of 'Why me? Why not any of the fifteen girls that were probably waiting for him to come back to his desk?'. He just shrugged. I was starting to get wound up by the kid. I was probably more frustrated at how nervous I'd get every time he spoke to me. Furious at myself for blushing whenever we'd meet each other's gaze during class. He was bad news. He'd just use you and move on to the next unsuspecting girl.

"I'm not like that," I said, more to myself than him, and walked out of the stacks.

For the next few weeks I had made it my mission to avoid Billy Hargrove at all costs. He was a player! I didn't need that in my life so I took every precaution I could think of. I sat with my back to him during any classes we had together. I would do homework during lunch to avoid seeing him in the cafeteria. I started taking the long way to the gym so I didn't have to walk by his locker. It was working too. I could go through a whole day and not see him. Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought. No precautions or safeguarding could stop the thoughts that would creep into my head as I'd try to fall asleep each night. I could picture him smiling, letting out a small, raspy chuckle as we locked eyes across the hallway at school and my cheeks would flush pink. I would lay awake for hours, imagining him walking over to me as I stood with my back to my locker. He'd place his hands either side of my head and lean in to me, his lips brushing my ear and whispering 'kiss me'. I'd have to shake myself out of it, cursing myself for getting swept up in his act, making me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I knew that wasn't the truth... even if I needed to remind myself every now and again.

But he was persistent. He'd wait for me every day after school. He'd offer me a ride and I'd politely decline. It became almost a routine for us. Almost a dance. He'd step forward and try to get me to warm up to him. I'd step back, retreating into myself despite every fibre of my being begging me to let him in. It would take all I had in me to stop myself reaching out and touching him, desperate to ensure that he was real and I hadn't made him up in some hormone-fueled fantasy.

And I was doing well. I had successfully declined every ride home, every offer to hang out, every opportunity to just grab him and kiss him in front of everyone. Until today. Today the small town of Hawkins, Indiana seemed to have been singled out to accept all of the world's rain for the day. I could barely see five feet in front of me and really didn't fancy walking home through the storm. Which has led me here; sitting in Billy Hargrove's car as he drives me home, every interaction we've ever had flashing through my mind like a lightening bolt and sending shivers through my body.

"Uh, I think I have a dry jacket somewhere if you're cold," Billy says from beside me. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from scolding myself for being such a social casualty.

"That's okay. I feel bad enough getting your seats all wet," I say quickly. Billy smirks as he stares at the road ahead, or at least what he can see of it, and it hits me how that must have sounded. Nice work moron, I mentally chastise.

We're silent for a few minutes. Billy focuses on driving through the storm while I focus on not saying anything else to embarrass myself. The rain lashes down against the car and it's becoming impossible to see past the hood, even with the headlights on.

"Is it cool if we pull over for a bit? Can't see a fucking thing in this rain," Billy says, confirming my own thoughts. I nod and he pulls the car to the side of the street and parks.

Rain beats down on the roof and echoes through the car while the mixture of body heat and the water soaking out clothes and hair begins to fog up the windows. It would almost feel peaceful if I weren't sat across from the boy I've been avoiding for weeks.

"Crazy, huh?" I say softly, trying to make polite conversation. I attempt to look out of the window but it's hopeless so I turn my attention to Billy, only to find that he's already taken off his seat belt and is leaning with his back to the inside of the car door, eyeing me up.

"Yeah..." he replies. He brings one knee up in front of him, resting his elbow on it and uses this new position to lean his head against his hand. I find myself envious of his fingers, getting to run through his curls and down the back of his neck. Again, I feel myself needing to bite down on my bottom lip, this time to prevent myself from throwing myself at him. Billy smirks at me, as if he can read my mind, and clears his throat gently, "Uh, sweetheart, my eyes are right here," he adds and points.

"I wasn't--" I start, trying to shake my gaze, but Billy interrupts me.

"I really don't get this whole self-sacrificing angel thing you've got going on. I mean, if you wanna kiss me..." he leans in towards me and I can't help but find myself mirroring him, "Then do it." he pauses for a moment as if waiting for my response. I don't move, fixed in place by his intensity. He lets out a small sigh and returns to his position leaning against the door.

"Sorry," I find myself saying. I think this shocks him because he looks back at me suddenly, so I continue, "I do... want to. Believe me, I want to," he smirks, "I've just seen you with quite a few girls and I don't want to be treated like that,"

"Those girls knew what I was after and they were after it too," he defends, looking up at the roof of his car as if he couldn't care any less about what he's saying.

"Then why are you coming after me when I've been trying to avoid you?" I retort. "Are you trying to see if you can crack me or something? Or maybe it's some stupid dare your dickhead pals put you up to? Whatever it is, I highly doubt we're interested for the same reason,". This seems to cause something to snap inside Billy because he sits up and gets in my face.

"Lets get something clear, I don't follow anyone's orders but my own, alright?" he says quickly. His body relaxes slightly after he's said this and his tone is much softer when he adds, "I just mean I'm not pranking you or anything. I thought you were hot when I first saw you and then you actually seemed kinda cool whenever we got to speak,"

"Oh," is all I can muster, brows knitted in confusion.

"Tell you what," Billy says quietly, almost sounding nervous, "We can do this your way, your speed... whatever it takes to show you I'm into this for the same reason as you,".

I draw my gaze from his lips and look into his eyes, searching for a hint of deceit, but all I see is a boy looking longingly at me, the way I know I've been looking at him since the night we met.

"My speed?" I ask.

Billy nods. I can see his Adam's apple dipping as he gulps when I lean forward slightly. We move slowly towards each other, almost as if we're worried of scaring the other away. I can feel my heartbeat in my whole body as we inch our way closer to one another, my breathing becoming shallow. Our noses are nearly touching now and I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. I doubt he's ever been this patient with a girl before. From what I've heard Billy Hargrove is the type to see what he wants and grab it. But he won't do that here. He's letting me take the lead and set the pace, however painstakingly slow that may be. But I want to feel this moment; a moment that I've thought about practically every night since I first saw him standing out in the cold and fumbling for his lighter. I want to remember the way our noses, still cold from the rain, ghost around each other. I want to remember the rain that drips from the curl stuck to his forehead and trickles down his temple. I want to remember how much I want his lips pressed to mine and the tension in the car because I know he wants it too. I want to remember this moment of intimacy with Billy, because I know I'm not ready to give him anything more right now. And I need to know if he'll really do things at my speed. So I pull away from him.

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whirlybirbs · 6 years ago

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reports ; two.

PART ONE | WANT TO BE TAGGED? | KO-FI

summary: a truce is made, a clue is found, and eddie looks hot in a cleric collar. and then he sweats in the hot seat. rating: M for some murder stuff & eddie’s and venom’s dirty minds. word count: 2.5k pairing: reader/eddie&venom a/n: here some goods for the weekend, babes! enjoy some sexual tension & murder vibes. happy halloween, ya monsterfuckers.

“Sorry for the mess.”

Eddie watches as you fumble with your keys, lingering by the bottom of the steps to your apartment.

It’s nicer than his by a stretch, located in Midtown - the bricks are a deep wine color. It churns memories of Annie & Dan’s apartment. Eddie’s heart wines, and Venom wiggles across Eddie’s spine and he shivers at the thought of friends miles and miles away. It feels weird to be so alone; the disconnect is anything but grounding.

I MISS ANNE. AND MAYBE EVEN DAN. HE WASN’T SO BAD. MAYBE A LITTLE WEIRD, BUT NOT BAD. HE MADE GOOD LASAGNA.

Me too, buddy.

MMM, LASAGNA.

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you muscle the door open. Eddie follows up the two flights of stairs (the steps creak under his feet like his own place, and it makes him feel less like he’s stumbling into the lion’s den) before you nudge open the door to your apartment and shuffle inside.

It’s small - but, it’s so incredibly you. The room is all warm colors and dim lighting and relatively spotless, save for the growing stack of papers on the coffee table by the sofa. You settle into your usual routine -- you drop your keys in the bowl by the coat rack and kick your boots off unceremoniously before dumping your bag on the sofa and dragging yourself to the pantry.

Goldfish. And then you tug the fridge open. Eddie’s eyes are set fast on the way you smile in the glow of a 12 pack of Blue Moon.

“Beer?”

He’s about to reach out, to take it, when Venom rumbles alive.

NO, MAKES ME FEEL ICKY.

Alright, alright.

Eddie shakes his head, and then the bag of goldfish in your hands is shoved his way as you round the kitchen island, tossing your jacket over the back of the sofa and settling in. You crack your beer open swiftly, discarding the opener among the scattered papers.

Eddie blinks, fisting a handful of the Xtra Cheddar crackers into his mouth on autopilot. He’s staring -- mostly because those are… a lot of papers.

“You just gunna stand there?” you say through a mouthful.

Eddie chews, swallowing before commenting dryly, “You’ll try and rip my throat out if I sit next to you, so maybe, yeah, I’ll just stand.”

You snort through your nose, taking a graceful swig of your beer. “Try and pretend you’ve done hours of work on this story again and I just might.”

Rounding the island, Eddie kicks his boots off -- you’ve started to shift through papers, settling piles back in rightful order. Taking another handful, Eddie munches on his goldfish as he tosses his jacket over the barstool by the counter. His movements are slow, and you catch the flex of his arm as he shifts the bag of Goldfish around, tossing a few crackers back. He pads onto the rug, lingers for a moment, eyes scanning the papers.

His socks have jack-o-lanterns on them. You don’t say anything.

“You weren’t kidding when you said hours of work, huh?”

“Yeah, well,” you mutter, “I like to do a good job -- gotta read up on the facts before I stand in-front of a camera and inform the public.”

OOF. THAT’S A BURN.

Eddie is quiet for a second, eyes fleeting from the paper stack to you -- you look less terrifying curled up on the sofa like that, and less like a crouching tiger ready to defend its turf.

You can feel his eyes on you.

So, you blink up at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

YOU’RE NOT VERY GOOD AT LYING, YOU KNOW.

Oh, shut up.

“Clearly it’s something --” you start, brows knotted. He’s being stabbed by the daggers flying out of your eyes.

“I think m’just tyna figure out why you hate me so much, y’know?”

Another blink.

“I don’t hate you,” you start slowly. Eddie winces at your tone, and you continue, “I hate the fact you can waltz into that office upstairs and walk out with a job. I hate that I’ve busted my ass for years, worked shit story after shit story -- I threw myself into a warzone and finally got enough recognition that I didn’t have to work throw away pieces. And here you are.”

You’re facing him now, beer clutched in white knuckles.

“So, if you wanna throw yourself around -- meh, I’m San Fran’s own Eddie Brock, look at me, meh! -- and steal my stories, then fine. But, I’m not letting you get past the fact it’s all about fucking privilege. You’re some pretty white boy with nothing but a shit attitude. So yeah, I’m not happy this is our story now.”

Your finger prods his chest and Venom rumbles in anger at the contact.

THAT? THAT’S RUDE.

The silence is stifling, enough that Eddie has to heave a sigh -- until he speaks quietly, with a bit of a gentle smirk.

“But, I’m a pretty white boy, huh?”

You gawk, head spinning. The comment is a slap in the face, a humorous reality check, and you launch yourself at Eddie, slapping his arm roughly with the balled up reports in your hand. The action feels childish, but well warranted.

“You’re ridiculous!” you yell, “Seriously? That’s all you got out of that?!”

Eddie is laughing, though, recoiling at the strikes -- the laugh is enough to crack your stern facade; you smother a laugh as you shift away from him, straightening out your papers. His smile is crooked but it’s handsome, and you find yourself watching the way his dimples dig into his cheeks.

SHE IS STARING, KEEP SMILING. IT ALWAYS GETS THE LADIES.

She’s mad, okay? Just… This isn’t a thing, stop tryna make it a thing, buddy.

SHE’D MAKE A GOOD SNACK.

You’re telling me.

YOU AGREE? THEN WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?! … OH. OH, YOU WERE NOT SPEAKING ABOUT ACTUAL FOOD, WERE YOU?

Nope.

The room settles back into silence again, but this time it’s not so heavy. After you take another sip of your beer, Eddie speaks.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally, “Really -- for just… walking all over you an’ your work. You’re good at what you do, y’know? And I have no right to demean y’ hard work by shoving it under the rug. I shouldn’t have done that.”

An apology was the last thing you were expecting. You choke a little on your beer.

“And -- And, seriously -- all of this?” his hands, calloused and covered in cheddar dust, gesture to the table, “This is a lotta work and you got every right to wanna fuckin’ punch me in the mouth for stealing your story.”

You cough, muscling the rest of the drink down your throat.

“No, I mean -- It’s… I get it,” you’re flustered now, impressed by his sudden softening of personality, “Gotta pay the bills.”

“And now we’re in it together, I guess.”

“Right. Together.”

“Beauty & the Beast Reports,” Eddie rattles off, “That could be a good segment name?”

You smother a laugh, reaching over his arms to grab some goldfish. “Who’s the beast?”

“Me, of course,” Eddie rumbles, “You seen this mug?”

“Sadly.”

“Oof,” he laughs, “Rude.”

“No,” you grin, “Just honest.”

You both munch in silence, eyes set on the papers before you.

“So…”

“Truce?”

You blink down, eyeing Eddie’s hand.

And then you smile.

And Eddie’s heart nearly stops.

“Truce.”

And that’s the moment Venom knew he liked the feel of you.

“So what do we know?” Eddie says, feet on the coffee table, take-out order in his lap.

It’s late into the night now, well past one in the morning, and Eddie had called in for his usual order of lo mein, pan fried dumplings and beef fried rice. This time around, the slurping doesn’t bother you nearly as much -- and he offers the box and chopsticks eagerly, leaning over you to grab your notepad, spurring you on.

SHARE WITH HER, YOU IDIOT. FOOD OFFERINGS ARE SEEN ACROSS SPECIES AS VALID ATTEMPTS AT SEDUCTION.

“Lay it out for me,” Eddie says with a full mouth, “Gimme the whole run.”

You stand, moving to gather your papers. You shovel lo mein into your mouth. Venom nearly purrs.

“Alright.”

“Mhm.”

“We have the first victim, pulled from the Central Park pond on the fifth,” you start, chewing, “A white male, late 40s, later ID’d as Charles McAlister -- a catholic priest from the Lower Eastside of Manhattan. His body was found dismembered. Police found his head after dredging the pond. In his mouth, police found a pair of women’s underwear.”

“Number two?”

“Found on five days later, despite heavy police presence in the area. Again, another white male, this time 30 year old, James Smithson -- another father of the Parish of the Holy Spirit. His body was found in one piece, however suffered a severe and fatal number of stab wounds. Police reports indicate more than one attacker.”

“So our commonalities? White, 30 to 40 years old, religious affiliation,” Eddie scribbles, eyes darting back up to you.

“The third just cements it,” you wave your hands, “Again, another priest -- Jamie Weston. Caucasian, 32 years old, Catholic. Again, another ritualistic, easy-to-sensationalize, murder. Burnt to death with use of accelerant.”

“And live-streamed.”

HUMANS MURDERING FOR SPORT SEEMS OUT OF CHARACTER.

Not as much as you’d think.

BAD HUMANS?

Very bad.

“The site that we pulled up only had the last murder broadcasted,” you mutter, “There’s a chance that the others were streamed as well, but the site history was wiped. The only thing up is Weston’s murder and the bidding on the impending stream.”

“And the police?”

USELESS.

“They looked at me like I had three heads,” you say, “Until I showed them the actual snuff.”

KNEW IT. THEY’RE INTIMIDATED, NO DOUBT. SHE IS VERY SMART. TELL HER SHE IS SMART.

Eddie heaves a sigh. “Fuckin’ disgusting.”

THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID TO SAY, EDDIE.

“Yeah.”

“... How much do you know about that kinda stuff?” Eddie asks after a minute, pointer finger pressed to his lip as he thinks, “Like… as far as tracking goes?”

“If you’re thinking about back-tracking the post, that’s nearly impossible,” you start, collapsing onto the couch beside him and opening your laptop, “The dark and deep web are completely anonymous, and it’s recommended you use a VPN when browsing, anyways. I’m sure if you’re posting this shit, there’s even more loopholes you throw yourself through to stay anonymous.”

“And the video?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Eddie swallows. “If we go frame by frame, there has to be something.”

And so that’s how you ended up falling asleep, snoring softly into Eddie’s shoulder as he skimmed through the video over and over. Your arm is wound around his own, blanket pulled up to your chin. You’re comfortable, and the symbiote winding its way from Eddie’s shoulder has made sure of it.

YOU ARE INTERESTED IN HER, he’d chirped, AS AM I.

Venom is content with it, inky tendrils fleeting out moment to moment to wind into your hair -- Eddie steals a look at his other half, eyes narrowed.

“Watch it.”

“JUST LOOKING.”

“Hands off, buddy,” Eddie mutters into the take-out, “She’s a co-worker.”

“LIKE THAT WILL STOP YOU.”

And then, Eddie sees it.

A flash of a wrist -- on it, an ornate watch. It’s gold, glittering in the light of the match, and on that hand is a class ring.

Regis High School. Class of ‘75.

Eddie’s hand shakes your knee under the blanket gently.

When you stir, bleary eyes blink up at him. His beard skims your cheek as you shift, moving to wipe your eyes. You blink around, swearing you’d seen something over your shoulder before exhaling -- Eddie offers a soft apology.

“Sorry, Sleeping Beauty,” he mutters, “But we found our lead.”

“I look like a fuckin’ idiot.”

He doesn’t.

In fact, the look of Eddie in an all black ensemble, muscling a clerical collar into his dress shirt? It stirs a fever in your gut and you have to shift in your spot in the driver’s seat to ignore it.

SHE DOESN’T THINK SO.

Can you stop?

JUST SAYING, HER HORMONES ARE SPIKED, I CAN SMELL IT. MUST BE THE BLACK.

I don’t think it’s the black, Venom.

Eddie flips down the passenger side mirror roughly, adjusting the collar and skimming his hands over his jaw. He feels out of character, missing his usual bracelets and trainers -- instead, he’s clean cut. Black slacks and a dress shirt that’s maybe a little too tight, but you weren’t complaining.

“Eddie, you look fine. Now, take me through the plan again,” you say, moving to shove his hands from his combed and parted hair, “Gimme the entire run.”

“My name is Richard Johnson, I’m a priest from the Parish of Mother Mary in Midtown -- I’m looking to do some archival work on the history of Regis and was wondering if I could access your school yearbooks. Maintaining the history of local Catholic educational institution is an important mission to me.”

You give him a thumbs up.

“Perfect,” you nudge his arm, “Go get ‘em, champ.”

He moves, kicking open the door and huffing.

“This shirt is tight.”

“Looks good though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chirps, “See you on the other side.”

Eddie slams the door to the car, tugging his black pea-coat around his shoulders tighter. Long legs stride across the busy parking lot of Regis High School, and Eddie disappears into the fray of the school day.

He knows a shark when he sees one.

And Eddie is sitting in the office of one.

He was seated by a sharp looking secretary five minutes or so ago, told that the Dean would see him shortly.

The office, illuminated by the two far windows, screams Catholic guilt and Eddie suddenly remembers why he stopped going to church. Too stuffy, too formal.

From his spot in the plush leather chair, Eddie can see the picture of two young girls and a blonde woman -- and it peeks his interest. Eddie looks around once, then pushes up off the chair and rounds the desk, beginning to fo what he does best.

CAREFUL.

Just looking.

The top drawer yields nothing, just pens that rattle when he closes it.

Eddie is about to reach for the second drawer when the door knob jingles and his hands go straight for his pockets.

He’s met with the same secretary from before and a kind looking man swathed in the same garb as himself. The clerical collar looks well worn on this man, and from the soft expression on his face, Eddie wonders how much theological well-to-do talk he may have to stomach.

“Oh, hello!” Eddie says quickly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop -- the family photos on your desk are quite beautiful.”

“Oh!” the laugh is gentle and jolly, and Eddie smiles, “Why thank you -- my daughter, she takes photos. Those are my granddaughters and my wife.”

“Beautiful, really,” Eddie says, moving across the room and offer his hand, “I’m Richard Johnson, from Parish of Mother Mary in Midtown.”

Time freezes so suddenly in that cramped office of Regis.

The man reaches out, and in the light of the two windows, his watch glitters and his class ring shines.

IS THAT --

Yepp.

“Johnathan Wendell,” he says, shaking Eddie’s hand, “Dean of Students.”

And suspect.

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antarestyl · 6 years ago

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Papyrus

The sequel to “Grillby’s” and “‘Sans”, also found on AO3 (please check out the fanfiction link on my tumblr for the AO3 link)

Papyrus was NOT really happy when they moved. It wasn't as if he was really attached to their old place, it was just that he knew the routine there. He knew where he belonged there. Also it was the place he and Sans had lived for years and Papyrus didn't really like leaving everything behind.

He had known things would be different when Sans came home one day grinning brightly and mumbling fire puns while he made dinner. At first Sans hadn't told him anything about the why. Sans' room would suddenly be locked for hours at a time while Sans talked to somebody on the phone. Suddenly Sans took day-trips somewhere else and leave Papyrus to be on his own for a few hours after school (He was FINE. He was already 10 years old at that time!). Also Sans had started to do more stuff with Papyrus on days where he was at home and not at work. He had helped with his homework or played some of the games with him he knew Papyrus loved.

Papyrus had suspected that something had happened at work too, but as usual Sans did not talk about whatever was bothering him.

Papyrus met Grillby for the first time a few weeks later when Sans took him on a trip. They were going to some sort of fair, lots of exciting stuff to do there so Papyrus hadn't minded the strange and kinda silent fire elemental that greeted Sans like an old friend. It took him two hours to notice that they were holding hands the whole time they were walking over the fair-ground.

He was... alright. Papyrus was a bit weary of Grillby at first but seeing him and Sans together was kinda nice and they made each other smile a lot.

And then Papyrus had found the plushies. Or, well, saw Sans squeal and squeeze a familiar looking orange plush, bones nearly vibrating in joy and his magic reaching out with glee so strong that Papyrus could feel it all the way from the door.

His brother being in love was kinda a strange thought. Not bad but strange. Because things would change.

And change they did. They moved to the new town, they moved into Grillby's house and Sans went to work at Grillby's store.

And Papyrus? He went to the new school.

It wasn't bad. The town was nice and friendly, there were trees and a small lake and a lot of cool places to play. The school building itself was pretty new too, bright colors everywhere and it smelled like chalk and wood.

Headmaster Toriel was a tall goat woman and a tiny bit intimidating but she smiled when she greeted each new student and welcomed them into the school. She then gave them all a small tour and lead Papyrus to his classroom.

It was a small class. There were maybe ten other students there and all of them looked at him.

“O...oh. Uh... you must be Papyrus? Welcome in our class!” said the teacher, a yellow lizard monster. “Uh... My name is Alphys and I gonna be your teacher! So uh... how about you get up here and tell us a bit about yourself?”

Papyrus nodded and stepped up and next to the teacher's desk. He waved a bit and tried to show them his best the-great-Papyrus-smile.

“Hello! My name is Papyrus and my brother and I just moved here! He works for Mister Grillby now and is kinda lame but I try to be cooler than him!”

There were some mumbles at his words but all in all the other kids seemed to be alright with him. The Temmie even waved at him and pointed at the empty desk beside him. Grinning Papyrus sat down next to them and put down his backpack.

“Hoi, I am Temmie.” Temmie whispered to him as soon as Papyrus sat down. “Wanna be friends?”

“Sure!” cheered Papyrus, beaming brightly. Maybe this new town was alright after all.

Change wasn't always bad after all.

It was late when Papyrus sat up, his plush pet rock Rocky in his arms and leaning against the headboard of his bed. The rest of the house was dark and quiet, not even Sans' snoring disturbed the silence. A small ray of light came through the window, some light from a streetlamp shining through and illuminating Papyrus' room slightly, forming strange shadows from his furniture and toys.

He just... could not sleep.

It wasn't new, he had days where sleep just eluded him but usually there was a REASON for it.

Today's reason was tall and purple and mean and slightly smaller and green and yellow and brown and... silent.

Papyrus had been watching Kris and Susie since his first day at school, both of them turning up later than him almost every day. Kris usually came with the sound of the bell while Susie came minutes after. She never came MUCH to late, just enough to make a point.

And Papyrus wanted to figure out how to help them. Both of them.

Susie was kinda easy to figure out. Papyrus had kids like her in his old class too. Kids without friends and guidance, who were mean because they didn't know how to be nice. So Susie came in late and was rude, stole and ate chalk and never did her homework and made creepy faces all the time.

She can do better, Papyrus was sure of it. She will make right choices, she just doesn't know it yet. She just need somebody to show her how and to give her a chance...

But Sans' words were echoing in Papyrus' head.

If they are not ready for a friend yet, they won't be your friend.”

But how was Papyrus to know if she was ready to be a friend? What if she didn't even know herself? How could he help her when she didn't even know that she needed help? It was a dilemma, the worst of all puzzles. Even puzzle-master Papyrus was kinda admitting defeat here.

“I really wanna help her.” he said to Rocky, hugging his beloved plush close. “I know I could help her be nice! I know she is good inside and wants to make the right choices. She just needs somebody to believe in her!”

Rocky sadly had no solution either.

Papyrus wondered if Grillby had some advice for that.

The other matter was Kris of course. Kris was a human and Papyrus had met humans before but there wasn't one in his class before.

Kris was mostly silent and kept to themself but they also seemed to have a witty humor and was a troublemaker. Papyrus disapproved heavily of some of their pranks and jokes. Some were kinda funny, like the ones Sans did. Others were just mean.

Everybody was friendly with Kris but nobody really seemed to be their friend. So they were different from Susie but also not quite in the know about how to be good.

“Susie and Kris could be friends.” Papyrus told Rocky. “I bet they would be really great! But... maybe Sans is right and they both don't WANT friends right now? How to get them to be ready then?”

Rocky, again, offered nothing but silence and a nice plushy texture to cuddle with.

“I need a plan.” Papyrus huffed.

He fell asleep just ten minutes later.

Sans seemed to like his work. Papyrus could tell because Sans NEVER talked about his work before. He was some kind of scientist before, that Papyrus knew, but he never ever told him anything. Now however? Sans shared stories from the day. He told him he met all kinds of people, Papyrus's teacher and headmaster and some of the parents of his new classmates. He talked about some pranks he pulled and some of the reactions he got. It was... strange.

“And then he just stared at me for maybe three minutes.” chuckled Sans. “It was the BEST, bro!”

Papyrus smiled, not necessary about the prank but because Sans was just so... happy while telling him his story.

“Grillby loved the new pics too by the way.” “He did?” asked Papyrus.

“Sure. He likes my jokes.” Sans said proudly.

“He is just a dork like you.” mumbled Papyrus.

“Hey!”

Papyrus chuckled and ate another fork-full of spaghetti.

“Say, Papyrus, how is school going?” asked Sans. “Anything new on the mean-girl and strange-human front?”

“Hm? Oh!” said Papyrus. “Sadly nothing... Kris and Susie disappeared from class today for HOURS and Kris was kinda strange all day today...”

“Strange you say?”

“Well... they seemed to be confused about a lot of things. They looked at everything, talked to everybody multiple times and sometimes walked all over the place... and then they went with Susie to get chalk and didn't return...”

“Well they did at some point.” said Sans slowly. “I met them later at the store.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, pranked them too.”

“URGH.” huffed Papyrus. “Why did you prank them? They could have been my friend!”

“Sorry, bro.” chuckled Sans. “I couldn't resist.”

Papyrus huffed at that and grumpled quietly to himself. But he was a tiny bit glad that Kris seemed to be okay. He was a bit worried when they didn't return.

He hoped still that Kris and Susie would be ready to have friends soon.

The next day Kris wasn't at school. At least not at first. They appeared during the second lesson looking kinda bad. But they were nodding at Susie and smiling a tiny bit and Susie seemed to smile back a bit.

Papyrus was thrilled at that little gesture. Maybe they were friends now? That means they were ready to have friends! And who would be better suited to be their friend but him, the great Papyrus? So he approached them when their had their recess.

“KRIS! SUSIE! I noticed you seem to be friends now and I wanted to know if you want me to be your friend too?”

Kris and Susie shared a look. Papyrus was a bit nervous that he overdid it, that he was to fast, to bold in his approach but finally Susie chuckled a bit. “You are just like Ralsei, you know?”

“Who is Ralsei? A friend of yours?”

Kris nodded and sat down. And then Susie and Kris told Papyrus the story of the dark world.

They went to Papyrus's home together after school. The tale of the dark world was a fantastical one but Papyrus believed them. He believed that there were still friends left behind, a price of the dark and the son of the king, that had to be reached. He believed that there were still people in need of helping. And people in need of a friend.

So he told them that they should ask his brother. Sans was after all pretty smart and he was sure he could help! Susie seemed unsure but Kris did seem to have forgotten the prank Sans played on them and instead agreed on meeting Sans again.

So when Papyrus noticed Kris approaching Sans, he took Susie to show her his ultra-cool room to give his brother and Kris some time alone.

“And this is my ultra-cool racecar-bed.” Papyrus said, showing off his stuff.

Susie nodded slowly. She seemed a bit puzzled about some of his stuff but Papyrus supposed that not everybody had such an awesome room like him.

“Hey, what's that?” she asked and picked up a little plushy. Papyrus groaned when he recognized it.

“Urgh... it's a plush.” he huffed.

“It looks like you.” “Well yeah... my brother makes them.” Papyrus admitted. “He made these for him and his boyfriend too and they are so... urgh about it. And now he made me one too so I stop complaining.”

“... your brother can do that? These... plushies?” asked Susie and Papyrus had a feeling she was more interested in them than she let on.”

“Uh... yeah?” Papyrus said slowly.

“... you think he could make one for me?”

Papyrus was really re-thinking his life-decisions. But Susie was looking at him with a strange expression and Papyrus knew now was the time to be a friend first.

“Uh... sure. We just have to ask him I guess.”

Susie looked pretty happy. Papyrus wondered what he had gotten himself into.

That day Papyrus had made two new friends. Papyrus usually didn't like change a lot and a lot of things changed and will change from now on too but somehow, just this time, Papyrus didn't mind the change at all.

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avengersfluff · 6 years ago

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Feed Desire PT4

A/N:: Im sorry I haven't posted in a long time. And I'm sorry this chapter is so short I'm just trying to get back into the swing of writing!

After Y/N left Peter in the bathroom, she took the quick moment of privacy while alone in her room to change from last night's clothes into her black gym pants and a baggy, oversized shirt with a wide enough neck it hung slightly over her shoulder. This was her normal lounging outfit when she was alone and she knew her ex would soon be coming around for the daily beg-fest. If he did, she definitely didn't want him to see her in the same clothes she wore yesterday.

Once changed and hair managed, she walked back out into the living area to see Groot still sitting in the same spot and still munching on the bag of chips. "Okay, once Peter gets out of the shower, I swear we'll go down to the kitchen and make you breakfast." She chuckled. "You ever had pancakes?" She asked while walking over towards the coffee table to pick up some of hers and Peter's trash from last night.

"I am Groot." Groot shook his head as he handed over the, now almost empty, bag of chips.

"Well, not to brag but I make some damn good chocolate chip pancakes." She smiled, reaching out to very lightly poke Groot playfully on the side.

Groot smiled and went to slap her finger away. "I am Groot!" He replied with a bit more enthusiasm in his voice.

Y/N giggled while walking the arms full of trash over to the bin that sat in the corner next to the door. As the discarded empty food containers and coke cans fell into the bin there was an obnoxiously loud knock at her door. "Dammit." She sighed, bringing her right hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. He was there earlier than expected. Y/N had hoped that she could hustle herself, Groot and Peter out of her quarters before Richard had shown up to avoid a very awkward scene.

Richard had yet to meet the Guardians and she didn't want the first time he met Peter Quill to be in her quarters after having spent the night. Richard had an awful jealousy streak and when provoked could be very mean. Things with Peter had just gotten smooth so Y/N didn't want to risk things getting out of hand and Peter ignoring her again. She had grown very fond of the unique outlaw and kinda wanted to spend more time with him.

As she hesitated, there was another loud knock on the door. She rolled her eyes knowing that he would not go away until she opened the door. She quickly smoothed out her clothes in a subconscious attempt to look more presentable before grabbing hold of the cool silver knob and snatching the door open.

"Morning, Y/N." Her ex, Richard beamed, showcasing his pearly whites. Normally his smile would get her weak at the knees but now it only made her stomach churn, and not in that good way. He wasn't an unattractive man, dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin. The problem was he knew he was attractive and his ego was nearly matched the the ego of one Tony Stark.

"Richard." She spoke blandly with a sharp nod of her head. "Look, now's not a good time..." She started but was cut off when he pushed his way past her and into her living area.

"I know, you're not interested but I think I have something that'll change your mind." Richard began to ramble. Everyday it was the same routine and always ended the same way. Richard would come in, snoop around while trying to wiggle his way back into her Y/N's life. Y/N admired his determination but he broke her trust and therefore her heart. Once he did that she knew there was no way she could ever risk being with him again. Plus when she looked at him now, there was no attraction. "I remembered one night while watching TV, you said you had never been to a city fair.... guess what! I have two tickets to the fair this entire weekend. It's starts tonight and runs through Sunday, if you wanna go with me."

Y/N arched a brow and folded her arms across her chest. How dare he use something as fun as a city fair to persuade her. In truth she was tempted. She had always wanted to see one of those crappy fairs with the not so safe ride and horribly made stuffed animals that cost a fortune to win. "Richard that's so sweet that you remembered what I said but--"

"Whose coat is that?" Richard cut her off, his voice deepening as he glared dagger at Peter's coat that was a still laying across the back of her couch. "Is that a guys coat?!"

"Does it matter?" Y/N asked whole folding her arms across her chest.

Richard's glare turned from the coat and onto Y/N in seconds. "It fucking matters, Y/N! You know I've been trying to fix things with us and you've been having other guys over?" The annoyance in Richard's voice struck a nerve with Y/N.

"I told you there's nothing to fix because it's over between us, and just for the record, I can have as many people staying over as I damn well please!"

Once Y/N began raising her voice, Groot got nervous and slowly inched himself under the couch and out of sight. He hated fighting but yelling, yelling was something he heard far more than he wanted too.

"STAYING OVER?" Richard took a step towards Y/N and pointed a finger at her. "You won't even give me a chance to make things right! I haven't dated anyone since we broke up because it's you I wanna date."

Scoffing, Y/N rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away roughly. "Date me, but fuck other people. I'm sorry that's not how I roll. I only date people who seriously want to be with me and only me."

"So what, you dating this jacket guy then?" Richard snapped, trying to take another step forward to close the gap between them and possibly intimidate the smaller woman.

Bringing up her hands, Y/N shoved Richard away roughly. "That's none of your damn business, Richard! Get out!" She screamed completely unaware that the two of them were being watched from her bed room door.

"What the hell is going on?"

Both Y/N and Richard jumped about three feet and turned towards her bedroom door to be greeted by a very pissed off, and very shirtless Peter Quill. His hair was still wet and small beads of water littered his exposed skin. For a quick second, Y/N completely forgot about Richard standing there, her eyes moving shamelessly over Peter, she worse she could feel her cheeks starting to heat up during the long pause. Richard also seemed to be thrown off by Peter's sudden appearance. His body growing tense and his jaw setting tightly.

It wasn't until Y/N saw the angry look in Peter's eyes that she plummeted back to earth and the real world. She lowered her head and her eyes in shame, like most children do when being caught squabbling with their siblings.

"Who the hell are you?" Richard finally snapped out of his own mind and towards Peter. The tension in the room was so thick that Y/N had trouble breathing. That tension only grew when Richard took a threatening step towards the unpredictable outlaw.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Peter just narrowed his eyes towards the other male and his body tensed up making him stand taller and his look appeared more threatening. "The real question is who the hell are you coming in here and upsetting Y/N this early in the morning?" Peter turned his gaze to Y/n before slowly making his way over, his shoulder harshly knocking Richard out of the way. His eyes softened as he walked up to Y/N and placed a finger under her chin, raising her gaze to meet his. "Are you alright?" He asked in a soft tone, lips curling up into a smirk as he shot her a playful wink as if silently telling her to play along.

Y/N was shocked at first as Peter lifter her face and slowly snaked an arm around her waist. She caught the smirk and had to bite back on of her own as she quickly caught on to what Peter was trying to pull, obviously he had heard more of their conversation then he let on. "I'm fine." She spoke softly with a grin. Peter's hand moving across her jaw to cup her cheek. She almost got lost in the gentle touch of his rough hands but still, she turned her face to nuzzle her cheek into his large hand. Anyone on the outside looking in would see this a cute moment between a loving couple. But to them, it was a game to annoy Richard. A DANGEROUS game they shouldn't be playing.

"So you are dating this guy?!" Richard's voice boomed out, causing Peter to turn his gaze from Y/N and her cute behaviour. The angry look reappearing in his eyes as he turned to face Richard, pulling Y/N up against his side in a protective manner.

"This guy has a name plus, it doesn't matter if we're dating or not. I don't see how that's any of your business, Dick." Peter shrugged in a causal manner.

"It's Richard!"

"Whatever you say Dick." Peter grinned, his fingers running up Y/N's side causing her to squirm a bit under the feather light touch. "The point is, you need to move on. Clearly she's not interested in taking you back."

Richard's blood began to boil as Y/N leaned into Peter's side and wrapped her arms around his bare torso. A position she used to always be in with him, cuddled into him, so warm and so adorable. She looked so small and fragile cuddled into another man's arms and it lit a fire of rage and jealousy deep within him. His eyes were narrowed dangerously that made Y/N's body shudder in discomfort. "I don't think you have any say in this, man." Richard hissed, voice dripping with anger.

"I think I do since last night she was on top of me all night." Peter smirked, he was lowkey loving the reaction he was pulling from Richard in this moment. He was picking his words carefully to make their innocent night together to sound much dirtier than it was. "Plus, like I said. I have a name, it's Peter Quill. Or better, you can call me Star Lord."

Peter ran his hand from the small of Y/N's back and up her spine, a gesture that all but made her cling to him. He was also taking note that she was very sensitive to the touch. Something he'd store in his mind for later.

"S-Star Lord?!" For the first time, Richard looked more shocked than angry. He hadn't met Peter until now but he knew Star Lord. Hell, everyone knew the names of the Guardians. Them showing up was a huge deal for the whole compound.

Peter felt a sense of pride at the stutter. Finally!! "Yeah, and as for that fair, Y/N already has plans, she's coming with me so you can find another taker for your extra ticket." Now that Peter had staked his claim he wasn't about to give this guy anymore chances to be alone with her. This was all a game they were playing but fuck, he really didn't want to see her go with any man. He was possessive and he knew it. Y/N wasn't his, but he sure did want her to be. If their time together was faking in front of Richard than he'd take it. Anything to keep Y/N by his side just a little longer.

"So you speak for her now?!" Richard hissed, his fists clenching tightly causing crescent shaped marks into the soft flesh of his hands.

Y/N had finally had enough of Richard's attitude and finally spoke up. "He can if I say he can. I'm going with Peter. Please, just drop this. It'll never work out between us. You hurt me and I'm gonna do what's best for me and protect myself. I'm going to be with who I want to be with. I'm going to date who I want to date. Just pleasee leave!" She finally pulled herself away from Peter and marched right to the door, opening it wide and point out the door, signaling for Richard to leave.

Richard's eyes narrowed and he scowled all the way to the door, his eyes meeting Y/N's for a quick second. "This isn't over. I'm not giving up on us." He whispered with determination before stomping angierly down the hall.

Y/N went to shut the door before being met with a loud gasp of surprise. "What the hell?!" Her face paled as she whipped around and found herself face to face with a very shocked Steve Rogers who was glancing between a very shirtless Peter Quill and to a very shocked Y/N.

Y/N knew exactly how this looked and for an instant her mouth ran dry and she wasn't sure how she was going to explain this to Steve. "I can explain!" She yelped out.

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