#I was soooo scared when watching the finale oh my god every moment felt like we would end up looping back again
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Ehehehe... I've finally finished In Stars and Time... I can enter the fandom now..!
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priapussdick · 1 year ago
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goodbye to my new favorite bl of all time
BE MY FAVORITE (+1)
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let's go
disclaimer: i hate doing this posts because i can't really exppress my feelings when my they are too fucking strong
how do i even begin.
be my favorite became my favorite so fucking fast that i was literally baffled. honestly it was love at first sight for us. i am really picky when it comes to bls and it's almost always hit or miss for me. and bmf was THE HIT.
and i truly do not even know the reason. it was such a silly little show about silly little guy and his silly little magic crystal ball, but, oh god, how did i become so fascinated by everything about it.
it was kawi. of course i loved pisaeng soooo much. and max, pear too. but i am not gonna even lie, it was kawi that rocked my world. i can't remember the last time i became this obsessed with a character. i fell in love with him.
the connection i felt to him was just crazy. i related him so fucking much that it was actually pathetic. i saw myself in him in so many ways that it was really unbelievable.
don't want to make this about myself (also i hate to talk about myself and my miserable adult life) but so many things that kawi went through were the exact same things i went through and still going through. i could relate to him at a level that was actually scary. and guess what i don't have a magic crystal ball so fuck this shit 😤
but unlike kawi we "yolo" and we should indeed "yolo"
i loved the final message of the show was like you can't keep worrying about future and you can't change the past. that's really cliché but it was literally the main theme of the series. you can't change the past but start doing things you wanna do in the present before it becomes the past. and shit is going to happen in future, but the good and bad thing is you can't control it. but you can definitely control (at least some things) in present which is definitely gonna effect your future. so live the moment, bitches. (this is me trying to convince myself to live in the present)
so whoever created kawi, thank you so much. i believe so many people also could relate to him in one way or another. even though we don't have magic crystal balls and will probably never find our pisaengs, kawi showed that despite everything the best thing you can do in life is simply living. and it's not actually simple, it scary but it is the only answer. it is about taking risks, it is about doing some dumb shit, it is about doing stuff that your so fucking scared of. but it's also about knowing your limits, it's about accepting, it is about love, it is about friends. it is about trying and failing countless times untill you get what you deserve.
kawi, you silly gremlin. you'll always be in my heart🩵
aaaaaand
the boyfriend of the year award goes to pisaeng.
let's stop being delulu for a sec, first of all, someone like him does not exist.
god. he is just a perfect human being. honestly seeing characters like him in media, especially in a bl is always so fucking amazing.
he was the dictionary definition of loving, caring, kind. bar is on the fucking floor, but he was so understanding and thoughtful towards not just kawi but everyone that watching his character healed something in me.
in every timeline he was kawi's rock, his love for kawi was always a constant. and the way he loved kawi was just unbelievable.
and they got their happy ending 😭😭😭
can you believe?????
anygays
i think that's it for now
I'll be thinking about this show for a while i think.
how do i make everyone in the world watch this show???
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mountttmase · 1 year ago
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Hellooooo, today I'm just going for the chapter feedback cause it's super late😌
But chapter 9...
I'm honestly not ready
‘What if I want you to watch?’ You asked him, appearing in the open doorway. He did a double take as he looked up at you from his spot on the side of the bed, clearly unsure as to wether he’d heard you correctly and he swallowed hard as he furrowed his brows at you. THAT'S THE BEGINNING OF MY HURTTT
‘What’s going on’ he whispered to himself and you let out a little chuckle. HE IS SHOCKED
THE FACT THAT HE WANTS TO BE SURE SHE IS AWARE OF WHAT SHE IS ASKING HIM TO DO
He shut his eyes at first, cursing under his breath multiple times and rather than wait for him to look at you, you sauntered forward and grabbed his shoulders before straddling his lap causing the smallest whimper to come from him as his eyes finally met yours. I LOVE THIS MAN
‘Promise me you’re sure about this’ he whispered as he grabbed your naked waist ‘That you realise what this means?’ he asked, his dark eyes drilling into yours as he searched for the answers he wanted. 🥹🥹🥹
He seemed a little nervous so you shuffled over and onto your side before holding you hand out to invite him over. He took it carefully and slotted himself next to you before grabbing your waist again. ‘Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this’ he whispered and you cupped his jaw in hopes he would look at you in the eye. OH BABY
‘More times than I care to admit’🤭🤭🤭
HIM TAKING HIS TIME WITH HER CAUSE HE'S BEEN WAITING FOR SOOOO LONG AND NOW HE WANTS TO ENJOY EVERY MOMENT
‘Sit down, I wanna ride you’ you breathed and he cursed under his breath before jumping on the bed to sit against the headboard. His hands tapped his thighs and you crawled over to him, straddling his legs once again as his hands wrapped around your waist before stroking up and down your back lightly. SHE IS OUR DOMINANT WOMAN
‘Fine, but not for long. I wanna see you’ he mumbled before giving your bum a harsh slap. THAT🥹🥹🥹
This isn’t what you did, you didn’t sleep with someone and then spend the night. You got dressed and you got the hell out of there. PERFECT NOW I CAN START CRYING
You laid there for what felt like hours when in reality it was only 20 minutes until Mason was in a deep sleep, rolling onto his back and snoring softly causing you to let out a quiet breath. You quickly and quietly slipped out from beside him and grabbed your stuff so you could go hide in the en-suite, ordering an Uber through your tears before getting dressed. You were rubbing at your eyes to try and make your crying stop but it only made them look worse. THE FACT THAT NOW WE KNOW HE HEARD HER GETTING UP AND WAS OVERTHINK IN BED...
‘Y/n? Everything okay?’ He asked softly, standing up to come over to you but you didn’t have any words to offer him. ‘Baby? What’s going on?’ He whispered, catching onto your swollen and bloodshot eyes as he cupped your jaw so you would look at him. ‘Hey, talk to me. Why are you crying?’ He mumbled before finally taking a proper look at you. Fully dressed, shoes on with your bag in hand. ‘What’s going on. Where are you going?’ He asked you a bit more firmly this time and your eyes stung at the fact he’d figured you out. GOD THAT KILLS ME😭😭😭
‘I’m not just some guy some guy you’ve slept with that you can bail on. I thought I meant something to you? I thought we were friends at the very least. This isn’t how you treat people you care about!’ He roared and for the first time since you’d known him you felt a little scared. ‘But we’re not friends are we? Friends don’t do what we do and it just be normal. I thought you were mine’ he whimpered and your heart broke at the sight of him. ‘I don’t give a shit if people have been bad to you in the past, that doesn’t give you permission to treat everyone else like crap!’ HE IS JUST SO HURT😭
‘You know how much you mean to me and I really thought I meant more to you than I quite obviously do’ YOU DO MEAN BABY
THAT HURTS EVEN IF I KNOW THEY ARE FINE AND TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE AND KIDS NOW😭😭😭
WE MADE IT THROUGH THE HURT
we’ll sort of 😭
But yes it’s weird reading this back now knowing that masey knew she was in the bathroom he just didn’t know why 😭
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ponderinqs · 3 years ago
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Pushed Away || JJ Maybank
pairing: jj x reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking, angst, gun usage, SLOW BURN!!!
word count: 3.3k
summary: you’re best friends with jj, but something happens one day, leaving you and the rest of the group confused and worried about him. what happened to him? did you do something to hurt him? or maybe, there’s something rather... emotional going on inside him. something he’s never felt for anyone before in his life.
a/n: here’s me apologizing for not posting this WAYYY sooner. listen,, i got huge writers block for a very long time, and i wasn’t feeling up to anything obx. but now that season 2 has come out, and the fact that i’m at the beach right now (approximately 2 hours away from where they film outer banks), i finally have some motivation to write. soooo yeahhhh. hope you enjoy LMFAOOO. also, read the other parts if u haven’t already!
unedited. please excuse any typos :)
comment if you want tagged !! :)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
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It’s been about four days since your friends found out about your past. A week since you spoke to any of them.
When you came home that night after seeing Rafe, you and your mother got into a screaming fit over how she needs to stop trying to change you back to who you used to be.
“You don’t get to tell me who I am! I get to choose that!” You yelled, finger pointed at your mother.
“Excuse me?! I am your mother! I can do whatever I need to do to get you to stop turning into someone you’re not!” Now your mother was screaming at you, probably waking the neighbors.
“Life was better when dad was here! Now you’re just a pathetic excuse as a mother!!” You felt regretful for the words that left your mouth, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like the right thing to do.
You felt a hand come across your cheek. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, young lady!”
She left the house shortly after you two fought. Your mother has been gone for a few days, which left you holed up in your room, alone, letting the nasty thoughts fog your brain.
You groaned as you got out of your bed, trudging to the bathroom to see how awful you looked. Your hair was disheveled and you looked like absolute shit. “God…” You whispered, letting your fingers graze your cheek. You winced as you felt a slight sting from the movement. It was still sore, and even if there wasn’t much of a mark anymore, you could still see a slight red tint to it.
You finally decided it was time to leave the house. The sun was beginning to set, but you didn’t want to be holed up in your house for another day. After cleaning up and looking somewhat normal, you walked downstairs and went to open the door, but someone was at the door, just about to knock. It was Pope, looking frantic and scared.
“Y/N! Hi!” He pulled you into a quick hug. “You gotta come quick, there’s something wrong with JJ.” He looked at you, scanning your face for any response, when he saw the slightly reddened cheek mark.
“Who did that?” He spoke softly, his finger touching the mark lightly. “My mother.” You sighed. You didn’t feel like worrying everyone, but it was already happening.
“We can talk about this later, okay? But c'mon, we gotta go.” He nudged his head to his car as the both of you made your way over to the car.
“Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?” You spoke after a few minutes of pure silence while Pope drove. “I really don’t know. He went back home last night and something must’ve happened there. You’re like the only one that can get him to calm down.” He smiled at you as he pulled into the Chateau.
You both got out and walked towards the front, where JJ was seen pacing back and forth, Kiara and John B just watching him. They both saw you and stared, not saying a word.
JJ turned around and saw you, the two of you making eye contact. He stopped pacing, and you saw the sun shine through his beautiful hair, but you also noticed more cuts and bruises scattered around his pretty face.
You approached him with caution, looking into his ocean blue eyes the entire time. The two of you didn’t speak any words, but somehow you still calmed JJ down. You grabbed both of his arms as you looked at his face, examining each and every cut and bruise.
Instead of speaking, you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, resting your head on his chest. He was hesitant at first, but he also wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.
You felt wetness on your skin, making you hug him even tighter. JJ let out a choked sob, still holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it. You stroked his back, your eyes watering as you listened to him cry into you.
“I can’t do it.” He mumbled into your neck in between sobs. Your heart broke for what felt like the hundredth time this week. And again, you couldn’t do anything to help him, which made you feel helpless. All you could do was stand here and hug your best friend, hoping something would make everything stop hurting.
JJ went limp in your arms as the two of you fell to the ground, JJ covering his face with his hands and he continued to cry. “JJ..” You whispered softly, grabbing him and holding him to your chest. You ran your hand through his hair a few times, trying to get him to calm down.
You looked around at the other Pogue members, signaling that they need to give you two a minute. They understood and nodded, walking into the Chateau and closing the door behind them.
After they were gone, you moved JJ away from you as you pulled his hands away from his face. Your foreheads rested against each other’s, the two of you not daring to break eye contact.
His eyes were red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face. He looked at you with his sad eyes as you felt raindrops beginning to fall on the top of your head.
Soon it was beginning to rain even harder, but the two of you just sat outside, staring at each other and not speaking a word. “I can’t deal with him anymore..” JJ’s voice cracked at the end, letting out another choked sob.
You cupped his face with your hands, kissing his forehead lightly. As you pulled his face away, he noticed the faint cheek mark on your face. “Who.. who did that?” He said quietly, his hand coming up to touch it.
Shivers went down your spine as you felt his touch, along with a slight sting. “Shit.” You hissed, looking down at the ground.
“It was your mother, wasn’t it?” He moved his dripping wet hair out of his face, looking into your eyes.
You nodded slowly right as a bolt of lightning cracked in the air. Thunder boomed through the atmosphere within seconds, and the two of you shared the same look. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You grabbed his hand and helped him stand as the two of you went inside.
The three friends looked up at the sound of the door closing, seeing the both of you drenched with your hands still intertwined.
You squeezed his hand, leading him to the extra bedroom. You watched the fragile boy lie down on the bed, turning his back to you.
You turned around and went back out to the rest of your friends. “Um, we’re gonna stay here tonight.” You shuffled your feet.
“Everyone is staying here. The hurricane is coming through right now.” John B sat on one of the couches, finally looking up at you.
You nodded. “He’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Just give him time.” Kiara looked up at you, giving you a slight smile.
You sighed and made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels before you returned to the extra room, seeing JJ in the same position that he was in when you left him.
“Hey, I got some towels so we can dry off.” You got onto the bed and set the towels in front of you. JJ turned around and sat up, grabbing a towel and drying off his hair.
“Do you have extra clothes here?” You asked, and JJ just simply nodded, pointing to the worn down dresser across from the bed. You stood up and walked over, opening it and finding some random clothes for you and JJ.
You tossed JJ a random marina shirt, and a pair of shorts. You found a blue shirt and some sweats, and put them onto the bed. “Well, close your eyes.” You grinned at him, and JJ smirked before covering his eyes with his hand.
You stripped from your wet shirt and tossed it to the corner of the room, making a note to wash it tomorrow. When you looked at JJ, he was peeking out of his hand. “Maybank!!” You giggled as you hurriedly put the shirt on.
“Well, I like the view.” He commented, making the heat rise up to your cheeks. You shook your head and pulled off the drenched pants you had on, rushing to put on the sweatpants.
“Keep em off.” He smirked, his hands now completely away from his eyes. “Oh, shut up.” You finished changing and got into bed, JJ now getting up and changing. “Do I need to close my eyes?” You spoke as if you were a little child.
“That’s up to you.” He smirked again. You decided not to as you watched him slowly peel his wet shirt off of his body.
Without realizing it, you were biting your lip and staring at his defined torso. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” JJ laughed, pulling the dry shirt onto him and then taking off his drenched shorts.
Seeing JJ in his boxers was something you never thought you would witness, but I guess it had to happen sometime, right? He slid on his shorts and got back into bed.
Rain pattered against the window, along with the occasional lightning strikes and thunder. The two of you sat in the darkness for what felt like hours.
“Why did your mother slap you?” JJ spoke, the air thick with something you couldn’t quite explain.
“I called her a pathetic excuse for a mother. So she slapped me. Then she left.” You turned to face JJ, your faces inches away from each other.
“Why didn’t you come to see us? You were gone for a long time, or at least a long to the three of us. We were all scared and confused.” JJ’s hand moved to rest on your cheek, staring at you. Even in total darkness, he could make out your features.
“I didn’t want to. I thought you guys hated me.” You relaxed into his touch, sighing.
“We don’t hate you, Y/N. We are all just a little disappointed that you never told us.” He moved a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.
The tension was thick, and it scared you. You’ve never been this vulnerable to each other. JJ never let his guard down, and neither did you. The time you shared outside was something that has never happened before.
“Do you feel better?” You spoke softly, wondering if that was the right thing to say. You didn’t know if you were overstepping any boundaries the two of you had. A lightning bolt lit up the sky, followed by a large boom of thunder as JJ began to talk.
“Yeah.. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He shrugged it off and pulled the thin blanket up to his chest. You gave him a confused look. “JJ, I will always worry about you. That’s what friends do. We always look after each other and make sure the other one is okay.” You scooted yourself closer to him. You felt him shiver as your arm grazed his.
“Just don’t bother worrying about me, okay? I’ll survive.” His finger reached up to his face to touch the multiple cuts and bruises on his face. You heard him wince as the wind picked up outside.
Rain began rapidly pattering against the window, wind shaking the trees and scraping up against the side of the shack.
“JJ look.. I’m sorry for going full ghost on you guys for that long. I should’ve let you all know that I was okay.” You whispered, your hand resting on his shoulder as you laid your side to look at him.
“Nah I get it. I do it too.” JJ shrugged. You stared into his blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on inside of that beautiful brain of his. He was too focused on the storm outside to realize that you were staring at him. When he finally made eye contact with you, your heart seemed to have skipped a beat.
“What?” He asked, his voice soft and caring. “Nothing.” You mumbled and laid down, getting comfortable with your pillow and the blanket you were currently sharing with JJ.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” JJ said before he turned on his side and tried to fall asleep. You were facing his back, your eyes glued to him. Slowly but surely your eyes closed and you both fell asleep to the sound of the wind and rain outside.
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When you opened your eyes the next morning, you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Looking down, you saw JJ sleeping on you, his hand draped across your stomach with soft snores emitting from his mouth. You smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. You inspected his small cuts and bruises on his face, your index finger grazing each and every one of them.
Soon JJ’s eyes peeled open and he looked up at you. “What are you doing?” He mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips and then back up to your eyes.
“Oh, nothing. Good morning.” You replied, moving your finger away from his face. JJ rolled himself off of you and got out of bed, mumbling a ‘good morning’ before he exited the room and went to find the others. You followed him shortly after, finding no one in the living room.
“Uh.. guys?” JJ questioned, walking around the small boat house as he tried to find his friends. You then spotted John B outside, along with Kiara and Pope. “JJ, they’re outside.” You spoke before walking outside.
You looked around at the damage the hurricane had caused. Branches and twigs were scattered around the yard, along with a lot of random debris covering most of the grass. “Holy shit. She really did a number.” JJ admitted, walking around the yard, stepping on some twigs and picking random stuff up.
“Yeah, no kidding.” John B replied, his hands on his hips as he looked around at all the damage.
Surprisingly, the Chateau didn’t take much damage. You had noticed a bucket sitting on the floor earlier, so there must be a leak. Other than that, there wasn’t much else that needed repairing.
Suddenly, your phone in your pocket started to ring. Grabbing it, you saw the caller ID and it showed that it was your mom. “You have to be kidding me.” You muttered under your breath.
Catching your friends’ attention, they all turned to look at you. “Your mom?” Pope asked, wincing to himself once you nodded.
You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed through the phone.
“What do you mean?” You kept your voice calm and controlled, because you knew if you raised your voice this phone call would be a lot worse than it already is.
“Leaving the house when I’m not there?! Doing god knows what with those low life’s?!” Your mom responded through the phone, her voice getting increasingly louder by the second.
“First of all, you left me!! What the hell was I supposed to do holed up in that house?! And I have told you this time and time again, they are not low lifes!” You retaliated back, making sure that your mom knew that she was in the wrong.
“That’s what you think.” She responded flatly. You just scoffed. “You make me sick, mom. You really do.” You responded, beginning to walk around in circles.
“You need to come back home. I mean it.” Your mom responded sternly. She could do anything, but nothing would tear you away from your real family.
“No. I am not coming back home for a while.” You shook your head, making eye contact with Kie.
“Excuse me? Yes you are. I will send the cops after you if I have to.” She responded, now raising her voice yet again.
“I cannot believe how disrespectful you are right now, mom. No, I am not coming home. You have given me so many reasons to not come home. I am going to stay here where I am more loved. Fuck off.” You yelled and ended the call, not caring about what she had to respond with.
“God, Y/N, I am so sorry you have to deal with her. That’s horrible.” Kiara walked up to you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back, resting your head on her shoulder.
The rest of the Pogues soon surrounded you and hugged you. You smiled as everyone hugged you.
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About 30 minutes later, everyone was standing around a large fire that had started to burn all the twigs and branches scattered across the yard, when a Range Rover pulled up next to John B’s van.
You were not surprised when you saw Rafe get out of the car. “Oh hell no..” John B scoffed, walking over to Rafe.
“John B.. John B. Relax. I’m just here for Y/N.” Rafe smirked as he looked over at you, holding his hand out to stop John B.
“Rafe. Get out of here.” You told him, staying near JJ just in case he tries to do something.
“I got you, I got you.” JJ whispered in your ear, placing his hands on your hips as he held you close.
“It was your mom again.” Rafe’s voice got louder as he started to walk closer to you.
“I don’t care about her. Now leave.” Your heartbeat began to rise as he got closer and closer.
“Nah, I don’t think I will do that.” Rafe was now four feet in front of you.
“Hey, buddy, back it up!!” JJ yelled, staring at Rafe to make sure he doesn’t make any sudden movements.
“Aw look, you have a bodyguard. How adorable. You know, Y/N, me and you had history. I used to be your bodyguard. Isn’t that right?” Rafe smirked at you.
Before anyone could react, Rafe grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards him. He held you close to his back, his arm locked across your chest.
“You dickhead!” JJ screamed and ran over to grab you.
Suddenly, Rafe pulled out a gun, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.
He clocked the gun at you, the barrel sitting right on your head. You gasped, tears trickling down your face.
“Tell them, Y/N. Tell them what we were.” Rafe said, smirking as he looked around at the group.
“Put down the gun and I will!!” You yelled, only causing Rafe to push the gun onto your head more. You let out a yell.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think you just better tell them now.” Rafe looked down at you, smirking.
“Me and Rafe,” you sniffled, looking down at the ground. “we had.. history. More than what I have told you. We… we dated.” You let out a choked sob.
Rafe slowly moved the gun away from your head. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned, stilling holding you close to his body.
All of the Pogues looked at you in disbelief. You couldn’t even find it in you to look at JJ.
“Cmon, Y/N. Let’s go.” Rafe gave your friends a little wave before he walked over to his car with you and shoved you into the passenger seat.
You were unable to fight him. You gave up, just staring at the floor of the car.
As Rafe started the car up, your friends started to run after you. Rafe quickly backed up out of his spot and peeled away. The last thing you saw out of the passenger side window was JJ, looking scared and very upset.
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binniesthighs · 4 years ago
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❆on a winter’s day | reader x hyunjin |❆
Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin
Genre: the fluffiest smut
Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, extrovert!reader, introvert!hyunjin, virgin!hyunjin, dancer!reader, dancer!hyunjin minho and jisung side characters, minsung if you turn your head upside down, slow burn, that sweet sweet build up, first time, meet cute, college au, sexual tension, mentions of food, praising, oral (m&f recieving), marking, fingering (f recieving), protected sex, aftercare, hyunjin is the softest boi in this one
Word count: 4.3k
Requested: By a lovely anon! You can read the original ask/post right before this one! 
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“and five, six, seven, eight!”
The cool of the hardwood flooring beneath your tired heels squeaked from the movement of twenty dancers throwing their bodies to the left. Each and every one of you were reflected in the mirror in front of you: bodies twisting like the curl of a ribbon and arms outstretched. You winced as your knee hit the ground and you hurled your body into a type of somersault. As soon as you were back on your feet, you bent your spine backwards reaching out as far behind you as you could. For a couple moments, the whole world was turned upside down.
It was then when you saw him. His silver hair was tied up, and his brow glistened with sweat. There was nothing else in his eyes other than pure focus.
It was breathtaking.
one, two, you counted in your head.
Next came the hardest part.    
Everyone leapt in sync, creating a resonating thud once you all landed.
Thank God that you landed it that time. To your right, your friend Minho scoffed slightly, likely teasing you for finally jumping at the same time as everyone else.
three, four
The group crashed down to the floor again, this time you had to use all your strength to roll, then pull yourself up without help from your hands. You had been practicing it for weeks.
You could feel Minho’s eyes boring into you while you attempted.  
You were able to do it, but it wasn’t nearly as fluid as him. How had you never noticed how amazingly his body flowed?
“and five, six!” Your instructor clapped. The music faded as you all sunk down to the floor again, trying to make it appear as if you were dissipating into it. “Very good job everyone!” She beamed and applauded you all who finally let your heaving breaths be heard. “Excellent improvement from you all!”
You couldn’t even stand up from the floor you were so exhausted. The aggressive florescent lights burned your eyes and you considered taking a nap right there.
“You did it!” A foot kicked you. Looming over you were your two friends Minho and Jisung shoving towels onto each other’s faces. “Were you counting like I told you to do?” Minho expectantly leaned in.
“yes,” You answered a little annoyed, not as much at him, but at yourself. You could have done even better.
“We told you that you could do it. It’s just the mental block man.” Jisung offered you a hand up.
Once you were vertical again, a little wave of dizziness hit you.
“Wanna go out to celebrate?”
Your usual friend group circled around you with their bags in hand.
“Finally got it this time, L/n?” They patted you on the back. Besides hip-hop being your specialty in a contemporary class, you still seemed to get along with everyone easily. On the first day of class when you literally announced that you didn’t want to be there, everyone warmed up to you pretty quickly. You didn’t want to lie and pretend that you were all about throwing your body around like that. Of course you thought contemporary was beautiful, just not your thing. Graduation requirements said otherwise.
“Do you need me to carry you outta here?” Jisung joked at your dazed expression. Truthfully, your head was still spinning a little.
“Only very certain people get to carry me Han Jisung, and unfortunately you are not one of them.” You quipped back, and a few of your friends snarked chuckles at him.
He put his hands up in defeat. “I was just offering.”
Across the room, your eyes found him again. He had put his bag a bit of ways away from everyone else’s. He guzzled down his water, bobbing his sharp Adam’s apple. He then tore his hair tie out and ruffled his hair around which was damp at the roots. Everything that he did was so effortless.
“Hey,” you nudged Minho, “You know who he is?”
“Him? That’s Hwang Hyunjin. I dunno much about him, he’s pretty quiet, I haven’t heard much about him within the school either. Amazing dancer though. Have you seen him?”
“Yeah...”
Hyunjin pulled a black pullover past his head.
“You coming with us?” Minho snapped you back.
“No-uh, I think that I’m gonna stay a little while.”
“Suit yourself, I know that it’s gonna be delicious.” He teased and turned to throw his arm around Jisung while the group walked out.
The silvery-haired boy zipped up his bag as if he was near leaving. Your throat became unexplainably tight. Your legs started moving towards him before you could tell them to.
“You popped up behind him. “Hyunjin, right?”
He whipped around startled, with his gorgeous brown eyes widening. “...yes?”
“I wanted to tell you that I saw you dancing today and you’re really good. It looks like its so easy for you. I wish that I could be like that.”
“Oh...thank you.” He gave you a kind smile.
shit, he was so cute.
“Soooo, what’s your secret?” You attempted to keep him there for just a moment longer.
“My secret?” His eyes became puzzled.
“Yeah, like, to how you’ve gotten so good?”
“I just...practice.”
“Huh...”
The door to the practice room clicked one last time and the two of you were alone.
“I noticed that all of your moves flow really nicely to the next, you’re not stiff at all, it’s like your body never stops evolving with the motions.”
“thank you...” Hyunjin hushed shyly and twiddled with his hair.
“Maybe you could teach me? Teach me how to make my technique better? I’m just so robotic sometimes.”
“...sure.” He hesitantly said with a growing tiny grin. “Like right now?”
“Oh! I mean it doesn’t have to be right now right now, just like when you have some time I was thinking.”
“I have a little time right now.” He began taking off his coat which he had just put on.
“Oh really?” You felt your cheeks get a little warm. You certainly weren’t expecting him to say yes so quickly.
“Do-do you have time?” He worriedly asked.
“--Yeah!”
“Okay...let’s get started then.”
✦✧✦✧
The music from Hyunjin’s phone echoed over the speakers and you attempted the twirls again. You were able to execute the timing, but each one felt more inelastic than the last. God, your whole body was aching to stop, but it couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him watching you and observing your every movement.
“What should I change about it this time?” You struggled to take in breaths.
Hyunjin looked you up and down, with that same focus from before. With someone as picturesque as him, he looked a little stern when he examined you, which scared you a little, but excited you at the same time.
“You need to take the strain out of your hips, they’re geting in the way you need to let you whole body fall into it. Focus on your legs. Like this:”
He spun in front of you with his leg pointed out. With the twist of his body his silver hair swept along with him.
“You know what I mean?” He gently asked.
“--yes, I think so.”
“Your hips are your anchor, but don’t let them stop you.” Hyunjin stepped up closer to you, hesitantly going to grab your waist with his hands. It was then when you realized how big and powerful they were. His sudden gesture made your heart beat even faster than it already was.
“Pivot like...this.” He turned you a little to the left.
“Oh.”
He lead your hips into the pivot a couple more times to show you. His hands were so warm.
He quickly removed his hands, embarrassed, like he had been doing something he should not have been. He walked away from you and you took notice of his shoulder blades curving under the thin fabric of his sleeveless shirt.
“Do you wanna stop now? I think I’ve done as much as I can for today.”
He nodded and removed his phone from the sound system.
✦✧✦✧
Outside of the arts building, snow had picked back up again after flurrying the whole night long. Everything around had been covered in a beautiful blanket of white.
“Well, I’m headed off this way.” You head nodded to your bus station a couple blocks down. “Thank you for helping me by the way.”
“For sure! I...liked helping you out.”
“Really?”
Hyunjin immediately made a startled little face upon realizing what he had said and you laughed a little at him.
He pulled his chunky scarf up higher to his chin. “Actually...I um, live down that way too.”
“Do you take the 12 bus too?”
He nodded. Little snowflakes had begun to get caught in his hair like a little halo.
“Well then let’s get going! We don’t wanna miss the last bus!”
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It was rush hour, so naturally the two of you had to stand on the bus of packed people. The air inside was chilly and it smelled of old dusty coats that had just recently been taken out for the fist snow. You thought it was a little funny how every five seconds or so someone would sniffle in there.
“I’ve seen you in class too.” Hyunjin finally said something after a while of you two being pushed pretty close next to eachother. “Dancing and other stuff, everyone really seems to like you, you’re really good at making people laugh.”
“Oh. Thanks.” You didn’t quite know how to respond to him. “I don’t really have a problem putting myself out there much, I’ve always really believed in just being me, you know? And not letting others determine who I am around them. That or maybe I just like the sound of my own voice.”
He giggled a little then pulled the string nearby the window.
stop requested.  The robot bus voice said.
“You’re not stalking me or anything are you?” You rose an eyebrow at him, which scared him more that you had expected.
“No..? What do you mean?”
“This is my stop too.”
Your boots crunched into the snow of the side walk and you thanked the bus driver. Hyunjin got off after you with his hands in his pockets. The two of you stood there in the snow for a moment, something weirdly unsaid lingering between the two of you. Something felt unfinished but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He genuinely was so sweet, you sneakily wanted to be around him for just a little longer.
Hyunjin stammered, but confidently got out, “Do you want to get something to eat? Right now?”
It was if he had read your mind. You were glad that he had asked, and a little surprised too. He waited attentively for you to answer, still looking a little nervous; even looking like that he was terribly adorable.
“I’d love to.” You smiled back at him causing him to sigh in relief.
“Is there anywhere that you like?” He led the both of you on.
You pondered for a moment, then remembered. You cringed out the words, “Actually...I really shouldn’t be spending money right now; I need to get a lot better at saving...”
You almost slapped yourself in the face after saying such a thing and seeing how crestfallen he had become. It was true, but technically he didn’t need to know that.
“Or! I mean, we could go to my place and I could I dunno, whip something up? I should have something...”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to be eating away your food.”
“No really! It’s fine, come on, I’m just down this block.”
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It was only seconds before you opened the door to your apartment that you remembered how embarrassingly messy it was. You and your two roommates were the best of friends, but horribly matched when it came to being cleanly. The three of you just chalked it up to you all being “creative minds.” You all went to arts school after all.
“Just...don’t look--sorry, it’s really messy in there, I wasn’t really expecting to bring anyone over.”
“I don’t care.” Hyunjin politely said and watched you unlock the door.
“We just call it creative madness.”
When you walked in even you tried hard to not look at the mess and got straight to work rummaging around your cabinets.
“Does spaghetti with sauce sound good?”
He nodded and neatly arranged his coat, shoes and bag at the door.
He wandered over to the large windows of your living area. “You have a really nice view.”
“Ah thanks,” You clicked on the stove. “Makes the price of the rent worth it,” you lowered your voice “fuckin’ swindlers.”
Your eyes wandered to the island in your kitchen full of all kinds of crap: baking supplies, art supplies, old mail, textbooks, mismatched pairs of gloves.
“It would probably be best if we ate in my room,” You let up. “You can barely sit here.”
Hyunjin nodded and turned to keep watching the snow peacefully. While you cooked, he didn’t say much but you couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, nearly burning yourself on the saucepan. He changed the room by just merely exisiting in it. You truly couldn’t imagine how you had never noticed him before.
✦✧✦✧
“Thank you for cooking for me, that was really good.”
You waved his compliment off with the swipe of your hand. “It’s really nothing, you should see my roommate, she’s a culinary science major. Wait! Let me go get something real quick.”
You smiled at your little surprise and shuffled back to the kitchen, putting the two little raspberry and chocolate cupcakes on plates with equally little forks.
“Ta-da! These are to die for. I wish I could take the credit; these are just one of the benefits of having a roommate that’s constantly experimenting.”
Hyunjin took in a careful bite and his eyes widened into moons.
“I know right!? She’s a genius.”
Silence filled the air between you as you ate more. You couldn’t help but feel so completely and utterly cozy in the moment. The sun had nearly set and you had set your heater up in your room along with some Christmas music to softly play in the background. The only regret that you had was the candle you had lit which was just a little too sweet. You started to wonder after you two had finished, what would happen next? Would he leave? Greedily, a feeling seeped into you like before, you still didn’t want him to leave.
“That was amazing.” He placed his plate down.
“You know what?” Your brash confidence pushing through once more. “Your hair, the silver, it’s just so pretty. I can’t stop looking at it.”
He instantly became flustered. “Oh...thank you, I’ve been thinking about dying it like this for a really long time now and I finally did it. It sounds kinda dumb, but I didn’t wanna do anything that would draw attention to myself.”
“...can I touch it?”
Hyunjin looked a little shocked, but eagerly nodded.
You started by thumbing through some of the longer strands towards his shoulders: it was just as soft as you imagined. You then started from the top running your hand all the way down, admiring the way that it looked like it shimmered a little. You had gotten so caught up in him that you didn’t notice that he had closed his eyes.
“pretty.” You cooed.
“Y/n?” He suddenly asked.
“Hmm?”
“Is it weird to say that I feel like really comfortable around you? Is that weird?”
“No, not at all.” You continued running your hands through the silver strands, somehow you had leaned in a lot closer to him than you had been before.
He looked at you with his doe-like brown eyes. You could have sworn that they were glistening. Your eyes fell a little lower to his lips, they looked wonderfully kissable and plump. From that moment your brain furiously wondered what they tasted like. His eyes fell a little too.
He leaned in first, catching you completely off guard. He kissed you so carefully and gently, his mouth parted just slightly; it was heavenly. You could still taste the chocolate and the raspberry on his lips. He sighed a little into your mouth like he was relaxing himself. In many ways, the way in which he kissed you made you feel like he cared for nothing else in the world, just you. Your cupped his face in your hands, tracing your thumbs against his jawline.
That was it. You were absolutely crazy for him.
You broke for a moment and he turned into a huge, rosy, smiling mess. The two of you giddily giggled at how happy you were over what had just happened. You shuffled your own plate off the bed to silently invite him to lay down which he did obediently. Now he seemed less hesitant, but more excited.
You swung your legs around both sides of him and kissed him more on his smiling lips. At this point, you had convinced yourself that nothing in this world was sweet as him. His hands found their way to your back, where he ran his fingers down, making you shiver delightfully at the touch. His hands finally found your waist which he grabbed onto firmly. He pulled you down into him so your bodies were flush and you could feel all of his warmth. Once you were this close, he started kissing you back more wantonly, gasping a little in between.
“You’re so beautiful Hyunjinnie.” You snuck in between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.”
He let an airy laugh fall into your lips then brought one of his hands to tangle in you hair. All at once, your hands yearned to explore the soft of his skin everywhere. Outside your window the snow still silently fell and the golden sunset faded into the skyline’s horizon.
You knew how excited you had become, where together your hips grinded together. Your head spun thinking about having someone as beautiful as him give your body attention.
Hyunjin broke, holding your eyes seriously. “I-I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”
“Of course, I would love that.” You melted.
“--But...I think you’ll have to tell me how...I haven’t done this before, sorry..”
The fact that he had shared this with you made him even more adorable.
“Don’t apologize, I can show you everything.” You whispered into his ear with a prideful grin. “But first, can I first help you?”
He gulped, “Yes.”
“I want to show you that you’re worth the attention, you’re worth all of it.”
You helped him pull off his sweater, and then his sleeveless shirt revealing his toned and pale chest, just waiting for your lips. You didn’t want to move too fast however, or risk scaring him.
“Just relax okay?”
You planted kisses everywhere you could: on his collarbones, his stomach and on his ribs, right over his heart. Even from the simplest of touches from you he seemed to unravel.
“You’re breathtaking.” You said onto his skin.
You couldn’t stop yourself from sucking a little harder than you planned, drawing little purple marks against his milky-white skin. He looked like pure art.
“Can I go down a little further?”
“Mmhmm.” He got out, with eyes closed shut trying to control himself.
You slipped his joggers down, revealing his quivering member, which was enticingly long even hidden by his briefs. He had already stained them a little with pre cum.
“oh my god.” you whispered, enamored. You couldn’t wait a single second further.
He timidly watched as you completely striped him, then tore off our own shirt and pants to make it a little more even.
“Tell me stop if you want me to, okay?”
He pleaded with desperate eyes, “Don’t stop.”
First you teased him just a little by running your tongue flat up and down and around his length, wetting your tongue with one hand and slowly pumping. You moved on to then twist around the head which had grown painfully hard. His breaths wavered and he let out little moans in desperation. You took him in at last, bobbing your head steadily.
“ mmm, that feels so good.” Hyunjin moaned out breathlessly.
You kept on, but not for too much longer, you didn’t want him finishing quite yet. He looked a little dejected when you stopped, but you swooped up to kiss him more. You took up his left hand and kissed him all the way up to his wrist and into his palm. His fingertips brushed over your lips, as gentle as one would with a flower petal.
“You want to touch me now?”
“--Yes.”
You unclipped your bra for him and laid back. For this he didn’t need any instruction. He immediately took your breast in his hand, squeezing and and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples; you reveled under his touch. He lowered to suck lightly on the bud, pulling at it lightly with his lips. His teeth grazed you slightly but you didn’t care, you fucking loved it.
“That feels amazing.” You whispered as you watched him. He was sure to give both of your nipples attention.
“I want you.” You said with hot breath. “I want your tongue.”  
He looked a little bewildered, but determined after what you had said. He slid down your body, giving you kisses the whole way down like you had done to him.
He nibbled a bit on your thighs. “Tell me how you like it.”
By the second his confidence grew more and more and it was addicting.
You started by rubbing yourself a little so he knew where to start. “In circles, you can go fast or slow, I like both, and you can suck on it too if you’d like.
He lowered, and you swung one of you legs over his shoulder which he palmed into. He started painfully slow, kitten licking carefully; he didn’t know it, but he was teasing the hell out of you. Nevertheless, you whole body began to shake a little with each lick.
“Flatten your tongue out...like that, you can go a little faster, yes...just like that.”
He had closed his eyes and settled into a rhythm, and you dug your heels into the bed. It was astonishing how quickly he got the hang of it. You whimpered out while he continued.
“fuck, Hyunjin--”
He sped up a little, your first orgasm was close by.
“Your fingers, like this.” You held up your pointer and middle together to show him. “Fuck me like that.
He did as he was told, sliding them in with ease over how wet you had become. His fingers were long and slender; addictive. He pumped in and out while your pussy made ungodly sounds. You felt so close you were lightheaded.
“Curl your fingers up, like this.” You showed him again. He continued going fast, taking a hint from your quickened breaths.
You came with white heat, clawing at the comforter on the bed. You only gave yourself a few more moments before pulling him up towards you. “I want you inside me.”
You scrambled with the drawer of your nightstand to rip a condom off from the strand that you kept, tearing it open for him. He was a little flustered, but put it on quickly; he was dripping even more for you. Your lips connected as you laid down, and he aligned himself on top of you. It was then when you saw how pink his chest had flushed. You opened your folds for him, and he started to guide himself in. He filled you up perfectly, and he groaned out once the two of you were connected.
“it’s so tight.” He shivered.
Your fingers latched on to the skin of his hips as you guided him lightly up and down. He buried his face into your shoulder as little euphoric moans slipped past his lips. After a moment, he was able to find his pace, grazing you deep inside. You let him take control as he thrust into you, leaving your arms to wrap around his broad back. You pulled his face over to kiss him, the both of you loosing yourself in the other.
“You make me feel, so, so good, baby,” You hushed into his ear.
He panted, “I-I’m gonna cum soon.”
It took all your strength to flip him off of you, and to land in his lap. He groaned with his hands getting lost journeying all around your body--anywhere he could touch. You took over, riding him and rolling your hips fast with both of your palms flat on his chest riddled with hickies. Like this, you thought that he looked practically angelic. Both of you chased your orgasms together, erupting at nearly the same time, and you ravished in him throbbing inside.
You laughed a little together in sheer bliss and he flinched a little when you slid off of him.
“Did that all feel good for you? Are you okay?” You pecked his nose.
“Yes. It felt like nothing else.”
You stood up, adjusting your frazzled hair and putting on a fresh set of comfy clothes. “Stay right there okay?”
You went to grab him a towel and clean himself off with, handing him his clothes one by one as he dressed. You brought the plates back to the kitchen coming back with a large glass of ice cool water, then offered it to him. He guzzled it letting a little drop fall down his neck.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“Do you wanna...stay a little longer?”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
You blew the candle out and dimmed the lights, adjusting a blanket for the two of you to crawl under. Hyunijn followed you under, sweeping you deep into his arms.
Just a little bit longer. You thought to yourself. Stay with me.
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Chain of Iron BOOKTALK
I just….I….HOW…WHAT???? NOVEMBER?????!!!!!!…I can’t…What just happened???… I don’t even…OMG!!!!
I think there is nothing to say without spoiling anything sooo….
SPOILER WARNING
AAAAAAHHHHHHH I can’t believe how on earth am I supposed to wait till November??? NOVEMBER!!! I KNEW, I KNEW, I KNEW that it would end this way…this massive mess I knew it…I mean we do all remember how “Clockwork Angel” ended and don’t get me started on “Lord of Shadows”… I saw it coming but not like THAT!!! THIS IS BRUTAL!!!!!!
AHHHHHH OK alright I have to calm down and AHHHHH!!! This book was pure torture but in a good way, it hurt but I loved it! I couldn’t stop reading and I was screaming throughout the whole thing and you all know perfectly good why…. THE FREAKING BRACELET!!!! I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the bracelet…. I WAS SOOOOOOO MAD and I still am…I am freaking out !!!!
NO but really, I have to start making sense and I don’t even know where to start…there is so much to talk about…but I guess I’m starting with the ENDING because helooooo what was that???
I can’t believe it…I was waiting throughout the whole book for that bracelet to break or for James to take it off or whatever and then it finally happened!!! It happened and I was like ‘OMG YAAASSSS’!!!! It’s finally happening James is going to realise that he loves Cordelia and they are going to be together for good…I have to admit the moment that wicked thing broke I was so grateful and happy, I was over the moon, but still I was sceptical, I wasn’t as happy as I should have been, I knew it was wayyyy to good to be true and that something bad had to happen… I felt it!
First I was afraid I was petrified…(sorry I had to), I thought the bad thing that was going to replace the bracelet mess was, what Tatiana The Lunatic told Grace to do… to make Jesse fall in love with her, because she couldn’t do it with James… and at that point I lost it!!! THAT WOMAN IS SICK!!! I saw the whole Clary and Jace drama from “City of Ashes” all over again running before my eyes … I know Grace and Jesse aren’t actually related but still that is sick!!!! I just can’t go through the whole thing, we got through with James and Cordelia because of Grace and the freaking bracelet all over again with Lucie and Jesse!!!! (I will get to the Jesse/Lucie thing in a minute!)
But of course that wasn’t the bad thing that was about to happen it would have been way to harmless… and when Grace went to James for “help” I was actually a little relieved, I thought ‘Alright she does have good sense and she is going to report Tatiana’….but oh no..oh no..oh no no no no no… ahhhhhhh!!!! James my love, I love you but what was in your head when you said “Thank God” and when you told Cordelia “I don’t feel about you the way I feel about Grace” ARE YOU CRAZY??? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND??? But nevertheless, I have to give you credit for how you confronted her with her wicked power afterward, how you wouldn’t take her lies anymore! And you Cordelia darling, he said he has something important to tell, you don’t run away like that wait and see what he has to tell you or at least eavesdrop properly!!! And OMG I need to know what James wanted to tell her about the necklace he gave her, he said it has some story and I need to know it!!!
AHHHHHHH I was so happy that James figured everything out, it was my main goal for this book, my biggest hope and wish and I waited for it to happen the whole time, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else like LILITH?? WHATEVER, WHEN IS THE BRACELET COMING OFF???And then it finally happened and it turned into such a big mess! But in a weird way I love it, I am still very mad though and I need to know what happens!!! I need to know! I mean obviously things are going to turn out just fine but still!!!
Before going back to the James and Cordelia disaster we need to to talk about my love MATTHEW, because well he is very much a big part of the disaster! First of all, am I crazy or does he give off massive Harry Styles energy??? He is the fictional Harry Styles of the 20th century, if I may say so! His style… my God I’m in love! It’s not a secret that I love him very much, I have reread my booktalk for “Chain of Gold” (thank God I ramble so much in my booktalks because I was right back on track with every detail for starting this book!) and I called him my soulmate in there and he still very much is!! And ahhhhhh my hearth breaks for him, I hate to see him in pain!!!! The another big wish I had besides the bracelet breaking was, was for Matthew to tell someone what happened with Charlotte and OMG HE DID!!! I teared up at that scene, I was so happy, I was so relieved (and ahhh of course he knew that Cordelia is in love with James, of course he knew ahh bless him), he now has someone who knows and who watches over him more carefully and maybe Cordelia will convince him to tell the others too, especially Charlotte and Henry! It was such a big step forward and I am so happy for him! I have so much hope that everything will be fine with him but then…. We all know it… Cordelia will end up with James I mean that is more than crystal clear and I fear what will happen to him! I don’t want him to end up alone and oh my, call me crazy and I know I said this before but I do also ship him with Cordelia! Of course I ship James and Cordelia no doubt but still I would also love Matthew to be with her! I know, I know that would be a mess because he is to much like her father bla bla, but come on!!! He also needs someone and I don’t know who that someone could be, I don’t want him to be alone!!! (And also I need more scenes from his point of few, he needs to be more present, I don’t want our connection to fade!!!)
AAHHHH and he is going to Paris with Cordelia ahhhhhh I love that!!! I am all in for spontaneous trips and I know they shouldn’t run away from they problems like that but still, I think and also hope that they will have a great time there and that they may get closer? AH but that would be an even bigger mess wouldn’t it? I don’t know I’m confused, it’s the JEM-TESSA-WILL situation all over again. I mean I know Cordelia doesn’t love Matthew and that it would never be the same thing that she has with James and I know that all of this will backfire on Matthew, but even though I don’t want him to suffer I am still in for that, I am in for the drama!
Speaking of drama I loved that scene at the Shadow Market where James and Mathew where arguing, I didn’t liked that they were arguing but in some way it was a really great scene, I loved the tension and everything! It was really really good!
I also loved the trip scene, where Mathew took Cordelia to *couch* *couch* Wayland the Smith with the motorcar ahhhh it was lovely!!!
And hahah omg the scene at the end where James comes rushing to Matthew’s apartment and he talks to the Porter and he was like “Yeah that wasn’t his cousin, that was my wife” I couldn’t help laughing out loud! The situation was so serious and so full of tension but I couldn’t help laughing!
Another scene that made me laugh was the scene where I believe it was Thomas who said that James was possessed because he was writing in a book! And that is totally true James how could you?! HAHA
Alright so besides the bracelet/James-Cordelia-Matthew drama, what freaked me out at the end was what happened with Lucie and Jesse!!!
I still can’t get over the fact, that Cassie ended it like that!!! I mean Lucie is obviously still alive but OMG JESSE LIVES TOO!!!! I have to be hones that scene where he came back to life made me tear up, I was so happy, even though I know there will be consequences for Lucie. Ahhh and I fear crazy Tatiana but my God Jesse is alive!!!!!
And he and Lucie are soooo incredibly cute together I can’t! That scene where they were dancing in the snow….my Lord that was the sweetest thing ever I loved it so much!!!
But oh boy oh boy, as Jesse was possessed by Belail, I was so scared for him, that Cordelia would stab him with Cortana, the fear was there and it was over the top, I felt sick! Thank God things turned out fine! Crazy lunatic Tatiana how could you do that to your own son who you claim to love so much???? How could you let a Prince of Hell posses him??? Crazy lady you are awful!!!
Oh boy and if we are already touching the topic of rising up Jesse we have to talk about Malcom….goodness gracious I can’t believe the whole TDI drama is because of freaking insensitive crazy witch Grace!!! I can’t get over the fact that she is the reason why Malcom turns into a psychopath and kills so many people and basically causes all the drama in TDI!! If Grace wouldn’t have done that, if Lucie might have stoped her (or if she wouldn’t encourage Malcom into his madness my calling up Annabelle) things would have turned out so different!!!
And where in the world did he take Lucie and Jesse??? Ah I don’t trust him, because I mean it’s obvious why!
Oh and speaking of necromancy, I’m so frustrated, that I don’t remember what Ty and Kit did exactly to rise up Livvy, I mean now it doesn’t matter anymore because Jesse is alive but still, I want to remember how they did it or better say how they tried to do it!
Ah and before I go into a completely other direction I want to say a few more things about Grace… so first of all I can’t believe James left here there in the room alone I am scared that she will run away or something, that she wouldn’t tell Charlotte the truth without James there to force her… but hey we will have to wait and see what happens!
And then there is this other thing… learning her backstory in this book made me hate her a little less! I am not happy about it but I don’t know seeing exactly what she has been trough I felt sorry for her! I still don’t like her God forbid no way, she is still evil, she could have ripped apart that bracelet so many times!!! I get that she fears Tatiana but fjhfkfg, I don’t know I pity her now. And it makes me mad that I can’t be as mad at her as I was before! And then again I feel sorry for hating on her so much because it’s not her fault! I am glad though that we got this insights from her life, so that we can understand her a little better!
The other thing is, that I don’t know how I feel about her getting closer to Christopher, Christopher is such a cuty and I am constantly worried about him, because he is so pure and he trusts everyone blindly and Grace is an evil witch so…I don’t know let’s hope for the best! And then again on the other side they are both a little odd, I can picture them together, I can see that they could fit well together! Seeng it doesn’t mean accepting it though!
A few quick words about Alastair, before we go into the next big thing, I love how he cares for Cordelia, that he is so different around her and I love, that slowly but surely he is changing and behaving better and that he is slowly but surely getting the acceptance of the group! Lets hope things will tun out good, especially the bad blood between him and Matthew!
AH OH and Thomas, even though at first I thought that the whole thing with him being accused to be the murderer was a bit of unnecessary drama, I think things took a great turn! And my god I loved the the scene with him and Will and the Mortal Sword! It was absolutely hilarious, the question Will asked about the money, bless his soul!!!
Speaking of him, I loved to see him and Tessa, as usual, I can’t never get enough of them! And also Jem of course, the one and only love of my life!!! How are we kidding, I don’t think I have to tell anyone anymore, that I cried when he played the violin at James’ and Cordelia’s wedding! That got me! He gets me every time, he is my sensitive spot! And I also cried at the end when he came to talk to Cordelia and yeah…the usual…every time I think about him I cry…I just love him to much! (Speaking of the wedding, omg that was so beautiful and what Charlotte said oh my…that as so so sweet!!!)
But I have to say even though I love Jem, Will and Tessa and I love to see them every time I get the chance, I am also really happy that they don’t play that big of a role here in this story, I said this before but I love that it’s their children’s story where they are there but they are not the main characters. That is also valid for Magnus, I love that he is always there to save the day but still I like that the kids get to write their own story, if that makes sense!
OH Oh and the Italian girl?! It so ironic, that she died because I don’t know in the booktalk for “Chain of Gold” I was like: ‘Yeah omg there is this Italian girl coming I hope the group will accept her, and that she may be the one for my Math!’… well that turned out completely different!
Ohhh and her last name was di Angelo?! I love how Cassie thanked Rick for letting her borrow that last name, I love that two of the most amazing authors in the whole world are friends!
Ok but back to the serious stuff…. Lilith oh Lilith…. I was a little suspicious at the beginning of book at the bachelorette party when her name came up for the first time but I thought nothing of it, I was like oh ok let’s move on…and then her name came up a few more times but I still didn’t thought there was anything to it. Foolish little me, I should have seen it going but I didn’t!!!
I was suspicious of Wayland the Smith if I may quote my own notes, that I wrote down when he first appeared: “ Don’t trust Whayland the Smith, that was so wired, oh Cordelia what have you done, is he the killer?? Is he helping the killer??”. So deep down I knew something was up but I didn’t knew what and uhhhh….oh my and she pretending to be Magnus??? How did she dare to do it! Shame on you Lilith!!!
OMG and the battle at the end with her and Belail and everyone was so intense!!! I can’t wait to see how they are going to solve this whole mess, especial the paladin thing!
And the whole Wayland the Smith thing is actually so interesting like does he actually exists? Is he still alive?? We definitely need more informations about him!
Coming back to the paladin thing though, I can totally understand Cordelia, how she must feel and all but please gris don’t exaggerate you still have to be Lucie’s parabatai, you can’t give that up! It has to happen, it just has to! And what have you done to Cortana? Where is it? I need to know!
Oh uh uh but you know what else is suspicious??? That gift Cordelia got from her father, that sword hold thing, because first of all where did he get it from and second Lilith (as she pretended to be Waylande the Smith) made comment on it, that it was worthy or good or something, does that mean that thing is also enchanted, does it mean it has a spell on it or something? Did Elias get it from her? It’s very suspicious and I need more informations!
By the way, his death… I didn’t feel very sorry because I don’t know he was causing unnecessary trouble and even though I am grateful that he saved Jem all those years ago…I don’t know he was wired…I felt sorry for Cordelia, seeing her suffer so much made me sad but than again his death caused unnecessary trouble even if only for a short while between James and Cordelia so I don’t know…and Alastair suffered so much all those years because of him… we wasn’t very likeable!
All in all I had the best time reading this book, it felt so good to be back “home”, I love this world so much and it felt so good to be back! It made me miss London so much… it reminded me how much I love it and ah also the time period I love it !!! Unfortunately though it is now over and I have to face the real world again, and besides that we have to wait till November to find out how things will turn out!!! On the other side I don’t want it to end!!!
Thank you very very much for reading and please let me know your thoughts on the book!!!
P.S. Cordelia said, that if she loses a chess game she would tell James how she is in love with, do you think that is how they are going to make up? That they will play a game and she will lose and tell him that she has always loved him and then they will be together for real? By the way they still have to get those second wedding runes!!!!
P.P.S James’ middle name is Henry??? That is the sweetest thing ever!!!
P.P.P.S I hope that everything between James and Matthew will be ok, that they will stop forging, that Matthew will tell James everything and that everything will be ok regardless of whom will end up with Cordelia!
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heycallmeladytypewriter · 4 years ago
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A Call of a Siren - Chapter 2
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A/N: As you guys have noticed, I tweaked a few things to fit Delia into the story but please let me know if I missed or messed up something on the storyline. Again, looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Chapter three should be up soon along with everyone's favorite angry boy. I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.
Chapter One
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“I expect you to all to still work hard on exams even though the end of the school year is in sight!” Her teacher was lecturing them on the importance of tests or something but Cordelia had other things on her mind. 
Nine months ago, she saw the world's greatest hero and a scrawny boy her age on the beach. A day she wouldn’t forget as it was a major part of why she was trying her damndest to get into UA in a month.
She went to the beach mostly everyday on a run and also practiced in her room after her family went out or was asleep. She also tried to incorporate some strength training exercises she got off the internet as she was sure you needed more than cardio to make it in. 
One thing she found herself doing, albeit shamefully, was sort of spying on All Might and Izuku Midoriya train on the beach and park. She didn’t necessarily go out of her way but it was on her training grounds too. No matter how she reasoned it, she still kept her distance and would hide at first sign of being found. It also didn’t help that she felt she had stumbled on a major invasion of privacy as she witnessed the strong and well, mighty, All Might transform to a tall but skinny weaker man. The first time she saw it she thought her eyeballs were for sure going to pop out her skull and fall to the floor with her jaw. She would never tell out of respect for the hero but still...every time he did it was like a mini heart attack especially when he would cough up blood afterwards. Like Jesus man please go see a doctor!
“Miss Bell I hope that dazed look on your face means you are thinking of your study schedule this weekend?” 
Her head turned from the window and faced the teacher, “ Oh, yes of course!” 
“Hmm..so anyways class -” Cordelia went right back to gazing out the window. 
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“ FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO YOUR STUPID STRETCHES BRAT!” Angry boy yelled at her for the 400th time.
Delia rolled her eyes again but continued her stretches where she was. She was here first anyway. Not that it mattered as she always stretched here because after Angry boy decided it was his workout spot she decided it was hers too. 
“Oi, don’t ignore me! Move your fat ass out of here!” 
“No thanks I’m good. And who are you calling fat ass, big tits?” She laughed as he bristled immediately at her response. He reminded her of a cat, all puffy and angry,  when he got like that which only made her giggle more. She wished to know his name but last time she asked he flipped her off. 
Looking at her watch, she realized she was going to be late for dinner. “Oh crap. Gotta go! Bye Big tits!” 
His water bottle flew right past her head as she ran off while he screamed expletives at her. “Hey!” She scolded. She slowed down enough to pick it up and chucked it with maximum force back at him, “don’t fucking litter!” 
She ran a little quicker when she heard the little pops of his quirk which is when she realized a few months ago that he was getting more pissed. “Goddamn brat!”
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“Cordelia, you are late! Go wash up.” Her mother scolded her from the kitchen as she walked in the house. 
“Lost track of time! Sorry I’ll be quick!” She hopped up the stairs and nearly ran into her father, wearing his uniform, on the way. “Oops sorry Daddy!”
 Yes, she still called her father ‘Daddy.’
 Her ‘Daddy’ was a 6’4 man with piercing blue eyes that could intimidate anybody which probably helped with his job. Her mother always liked to point out that of course all her children had to inherit his blue eyes and not her brown ones.  
“Hey,” His hand shot out to gently grab her wrist before she could keep going, “What is all this training you doing for?” 
“Nothing in particular. Can’t I have a hobby?” She lied through her teeth before continuing on upstairs. 
“Cordelia…” 
“Dad. Teenage girl who wants to be fit - not rocket science!” 
Hopping in the hot shower, Delia relaxed finally. She was soooo lying to her family but felt it necessary as they stood on opposite ground concerning her dream of becoming a hero. 
She had a dream. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight just because she was alone in it. Deep down she was hoping if she became a good enough hero she could change their minds about the matter. 
She even took many preemptive precautions such as designating herself as the mail person of the house. She got it every day without fail and they would get used to just depending on her to get it. She managed to get a third cordless phone for the house she’d hide in her room to check the number in case of any specific calls coming through. She even created a fake parent email and perfected their signatures if needed. She was good at lying but it never felt easier on her to lie regardless of her reasons. 
“CORDELIA!” 
With a sigh, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. At least I dry off quickly, she thought amused as she wicked the water off her body and out of her hair. 
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It was exam day. 
Delia’s nerves were all over the place as she sat in the auditorium filled with the other hopefuls. They grouped them by class it seemed though she didn’t recognize those sitting near her. Her fault, she was sure, as she didn’t reach out to others during this past year as she just assumed or more like hoped she’d be transferring after the year was up. 
She wondered where Midoriya was as he was the reason she got her butt here in the first place. 
The Pro, Present Mic, continued to shout out to the crowd of potential students but Delia figured everyone was too wound up to join in or even focus enough. He was in the process of explaining their physical test when a loud voice rang out. A boy with cut blue hair and glasses stood suddenly and practically demanded answers of a possible inconsistency regarding the robots before the Pro could probably get to it (impatient much?) and then turned behind him to yell at the very boy she was wondering about for muttering too loudly. 
She wanted to laugh but her nerves were already fraying. As they were announcing the order of tests and people were slowly being shuffled out of the auditorium, Delia took a long breath before marching outside with the others. 
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This was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. 
She went on auto pilot as soon as the doors opened. Everyone rushed forward only to be immediately greeted by a bunch of green robots with glowing red eyes. Without thinking, she looked for the nearest water source...yes, a fire hydrant!...and reached her hand outwards to pull the water. A burst of water came rushing out that she quickly sharpened into her normal water whip and sliced out at the first two robots she saw ahead of her, breaking their heads off. 
“Wow that was amazing!” A girl with short brown hair to her left shouted at her before running further down the street. Delia blinked. Holy shit, that was amazing! For a moment, Delia felt she could really do this...until about 10 minutes later.
The robots didn’t give her a minute to think anymore, which considering her extreme anxiety over today was probably a good thing, and she used her whip to maim any robot who came within range. As soon as she was finally racking up a few points, a giant shadow loomed over the street. 
It was the zero points robot. 
Holy shitballs it was huge, Delia thought, shielding her face, as it stomped its way over causing surrounding small buildings and the street itself to explode with force everywhere. 
She was about to run but she heard someone cry out. It was the really nice girl from earlier who was caught under the debris from the zero pointer. 
Everyone was running. 
Then she ran. 
Towards the girl. 
There was water running from a broken pipe so she willed it near her as she skidded to the girl and put her hand up and the water formed a water dome around her the girl as they braced themselves for the next step from the robot but it never came. 
“SMASH!” Midoriya yelled from above them. Through the water she saw him go flying at the face of the robot and hit it so hard the zero pointer was thrown back with a broken face. 
“Oh my god” she whispered. The water fell on them in a whoosh and she snapped back to the girl and pushed the rock up far enough to wiggle her leg out. Looking up, she saw Midoriya start to fall and her heart continued to race as she tried to figure out how to catch him but the girl who was stuck ran, now with a limp, touch a rock and float upwards towards him. She meets him halfway then taps him midair and slowly brings them back to earth. Then promptly throws up off the side of the rock. 
The buzzer goes off. 
Times up. 
Delia felt her shoulder drop in disappointment. She only had 20 points from the smaller robots and barely. That was it. She was stuck at a regular school and wouldn’t be a pro hero. 
The finality of things started to weigh on her and followed her as she shuffled her way home, trying not to cry.
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The wait was killing her. 
It’s been days and she’s checked the mail repeatedly. Damn near scared the mailman a few times when she ran up to him a few houses before hers.
By the time it came, she had all but figured she failed so badly that they weren’t gonna waste time with a letter. Yeah, she was being dramatic but still. 
Finally, a small package addressed to her arrived. Delia had to wait until her parents went out to the store with Henry before she could run to her room and play it. After triple checking they left, she set it up on her small desk and internally started to scream. 
“Young Bell, it is me All Might! I am here! To give you your results on your exam to UA!” 
There goes her ability to breathe. 
She started to bite her lip nervously. 
“It says here that you scored 24 points on your practical and did well enough in your written test. BUT” 
She was now on the verge of gnawing her lip off.
“While your scores were alright enough, what really wowed us was your last few minutes of the practical!”
He started a small screen next to him of the girl who was stuck under a rock talking to someone behind the camera. 
“Is it possible to share my points?!” The girl exclaimed to someone behind the camera. 
Delia’s hand went to her chest as the girl, who didn’t know her nor should’ve bothered to do this, wanted to make sure her and Midoryia earned enough points and if not, to give them some of hers. Her lip had to have been bruised by now.
“Did you really think a Hero academy judged solely on the ability to hit a robot? We look at everything! And you, Young Bell, embody just the right person we strive to teach! You went ahead without thinking or caring about anything but the girl and acted- acted heroically! We awarded you 30 more points bringing your total to a whopping 54! So, Young Bell, I want to congratulate you on your acceptance to UA! Welcome, future hero!” 
Delia’s lip was bleeding now but she didn’t care. Tears were rushing down her face before she could stop them.
She thought it was done.
But really- it was just beginning. 
She sent a silent thank you to the boy on the beach and the hero they both looked up to
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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago
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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles
Plot: You’re with, and are in love with (Villain A), but for a long time now you’ve noticed that they way they treat you… isn’t up to scratch. And now this other guy, (Villain B) comes along and you feel loved and beautiful and competent all the time, with them. It’s a choice between someone who makes you believe that without a doubt soulmate are real and this person is yours, and the one that makes you feel really, really good. You give (Villain A) a choice.
Includes: Drayton Sawyer / Mayor Buckman (Horror Villains), Eric / Peter Hayes (Misc), Nina The Killer / Candy Pop (Creepypasta), Riddler and Edward Nygma / Barbara Kean (Gotham), and Human!Scar / Human!Shere Kahn (Disney Villains).
Warnings: Toxic or unhappy relationships, BLOOD (Nina and Candy Pop’s part- only a little but still), swearing, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE (Riddler.)
Notes:
Inspired by ‘According To You’ by Orianthi. You can also listen to the Elise Lieberth version if you’re gonna!! It’s a lot more soulful and matter o’ fact, rather than mad and desperate. Both are soooo good, though.
Quick directory: If you’re looking for anger, I will send you to the Riddler and Eric and if you’re looking for sad I will show you two Drayton and Nina and if you want a happy ending, go to Scar! 
This is in your POV
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Drayton Sawyer (Villain A) and Mayor Buckman (Villain B)
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According to you I'm stupid I'm useless I can't do anything right
“Drayton!” Get back here, you basta-
“I’m too busy for this talk, girl / boy / kid!” He cuts off my thoughts with that dreaded phrase, that I hate hearing come from him and waves his arms dismissively without even turning to look at me. That phrase. That awful, familiar phrase. ‘I’m too busy for this talk’. Jesus Christ, it hits a nerve. He’s always too busy! “And so’re you! Grab the other end a’ this hay bale for me. We’re movin’ it on to the truck- Nubbins thinks I can get some money off ’em from passin’ famers. Better then having ‘em sit here and get eatin’ by Bubba.”
Gaining courage from my frustration, I march over there and slam my foot firmly down on the bale of hay. Drayton looks up from the side he was gearing to pick up and scrunches his face up in his own frustration. “What the hell are you doing? Get your lazy ass foot off this bale!”
“We have to talk, Drayton.”
“About what?!”
Has he already- Forgotten- What I-
I was just talking to him about it!!
“Oh my god Drayton, how self-absorbed can you be?? I was just talking to you about it!”
I feel stupid for feeling guilty for what’s going on, now. I suddenly remember what drove me to this situation- he doesn’t care one lick about me!
“Uhh… “He has the good manners to look ashamed for a moment, voice hesitating as he tries to remember something he knows just isn’t there in his head at all. “My bad.”
“Yes, your bad!”
He sighs in frustration, standing up straight and setting his hands on his hips with an annoyed vigour. He raises his eyebrows, as if to say ‘I’m waiting??’ and I control the urge to growl at him. This is not the way I wanted it to come out, and if he was even a little less infuriating, I would check myself and calm down- but he isn’t a little less infuriating and I want to throw this bale of hay at his scrawny ass.
“Well what’s goin’ on, girl / boy / kid?”
Ohhh, fucking Christ I hate it when he calls me that. Like I’m a child. This may fly with your brothers, Drayton, but we’re the same age! Goddamnit.
Mirroring his actions by putting my hands on my hips in an exaggerated way and raising my eyebrows back at him, I blurt it out firmly. Leaving zero room for him to possibly hear me wrong. “I’m having an affair.”
A moment of silence passes, and of course, now is when I immediately start to feel all the emotions that anger just a moment ago was blocking out. Regret, guilt, heartbreak… I take my foot off the hay back to the firm ground and my eyes well up with tears from the sheer force of the feelings. Drayton’s hands slip off his hips.
“… that Mayor?”
I’m surprised for a moment that Drayton knows. He could pick up on who it must be, which means he was noticing me. Its sort of good, to feel that he actually paid attention to me that one time, when we met... Buckman… but it isn’t enough to make up for the past decade. Looking away from him, I breathe and mess with my hair a bit simply for something to do with my hands. “… yeah.”
Dumbly, he tilts his head slightly to the side. His voice even stutters, which is so not Drayton. “… why?”
I hate myself for hurting him.
Looking back him, some tears break free down my cheeks. “Because! I forgot what it felt like to be liked. It… took me by surprise.”
“Maybe we should have a, ah, a sit down, then. Lets, lets go then. While the boy’s are out. To the kitchen, yeah. Come on, girl / boy / kid.”
He turns around as he says it, plus a lot more that isn’t important is just his ramblings as we walk off, but I wince from the name he gave me again.
Eric (Villain A) and Peter Hayes (Villain B)
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According to you I'm difficult Hard to please Forever changing my mind I'm a mess in a dress Can't show up on time Even if it would save my life
The cruel grin on Eric’s face as he stands over me, doesn’t scare me. It just reminds me of how hurt he is. It’s true, I haven’t done anything… but now he knows what I’ve been thinking. About Peter, of all people, and probably more importantly what I’ve been thinking about him; Eric. “He’s not much better than me, you know.”
Grimacing, I fiddle more nervously with my hands that are in my lap and look down the barren hallway that I was able to corner him alone in. That’s very true. “I know that. That’s not the point.” When I look up, he’s scowling at me.
“Then what is the point?” He sounds mad. Like, bull mad. But I don’t waver, because under this shame- I’m pretty damn mad, too. I feel like my eyes flash at him not understanding the situation after I already, explicitly, explained to him what was wrong with our relationship two seconds ago. But its like all he heard was that I thought another man, Peter, a boy my age and not my instructor, was making me feel better than he was and he ignored everything else. If I wasn’t so pissed, I would understand. Jealousy is a serious emotion. I get that.
But he isn’t jealous.
Eric is possessive. Which is only one of our problems.
“The point is that I love you. I want, you.” It’s so true. Every word. I want Eric. I want him! Goddamnit, if I could genetically engineer a man who looks, acts and thinks like Eric, but with Peter’s attention span then I fucking would do so in heartbeat. “But you treat me like I’m just this small part of your life, like a hobby you can pick up and put down any time you like! And, god, you insult me! You disrespect me. I know you’re overworked and hormonal, but I don’t know how much longer I can wait it out before it isn’t a phase anymore!”
His goddamn nostrils flare, this time. “So you want to break up?”
Oh my god. My heart leaps up into my throat and, instantly, the word ‘No’ leaps right out of my chest, clear as day. “God, no. I don’t want to break up! I want to work through this together. I just want one thing in these negotiations Eric, and that’s to be liked by you.”
He breathes out slowly through his nose, and watch his shoulders and chest slowly drop. His eyes focus on the ceiling. “Y/N, you know I love you- “I get up from my seat abruptly and square up to him.
“Yes I know that! But that isn’t the same thing as being liked!” I am begging him. I am pleading that he understands, and we can be happy again.
… Because if he doesn’t, I have to do what’s best for me.
And as far as I can see, that is Peter. Or being alone! But honestly, the Peter option is looking better and better every second. Peter is an evil little shit, and violent, and deeply messed up, but he treats me well. He would never hurt me- emotionally or physically. And damn, I like spending time with him! And I really, really want that.
With Eric, if I can.
But all I’m seeing in this conversation is that option getting smaller and smaller.
For a good few minutes, he just stands there. First, he was breathing heavily… but now he’s just thinking. I watch with round eyes, and wait patiently. What’s happening? What are you thinking? Please, Eric.
Finally, he reaches over and squeezes more arm for a moment. It’s a comforting gesture, but when I look into those blue eyes of his, all I see is empty. He’s leaving. “We’ll talk about this later, k? I’ve got shit to do, now.”
For me, when he walked away, that was the end of everything right there. The last straw. I feel empty, too.
Nina The Killer (Villain A) and Candy Pop (Villain B)
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According to you, according to you But according to him I'm beautiful Incredible He can't get me out of his head
“NINA!” I cut off her screaming with my own, nearly damn well shredding my vocal cords to cut through. But I succeed, and she’s now just glaring at me, twisting the tip of her knife into the tip of her finger. At first it wasn’t affecting her, just a nervous habit, but now theirs blood and I wince. Moving forward, I gently remove the knife from her hands, put it away in my hoodie pocket and carefully take her hands in mine, instead. Then I look back up at her, and look firm. “You’re just distracting us both. Don’t you wanna work through this with me?”
Through grit teeth, barely moving her face, she tells me. “I feel betrayed, Y/N.”
A rush of guilt for hurting her floods me -my stomach, my heart, - and I feel physically nauseous. “I know. I’m so sorry.”
“Why?”
“Are you really gonna listen to me?” I counter, causing her to flinch at the very thought of hearing me out. She looks away, but doesn’t remove her hands from mine and after a moment, sighs in utter defeat and frustration and nods fine. “Okay… um.” I hadn’t really thought about explaining what’s going on, to her. Being with a Creepypasta like her, who’s been traumatised and emotionally wrecked, you learn to keep your problems to yourself in fear they’ll relapse and hurt you. It’s not a fair or decent relationship in the slightest, I know, but it’s what we have. It’s what I’ve been perfectly happy with for years now. It’s what we’re fighting for.
So… I guess… I don’t have much of a choice, now. Taking a shaky breath in, I start and hope I don’t get murdered. “I feel like… you hate me.” She freezes under my touch but I don’t look up to see her face. “Like Jeff will always be more important than me, to you. He’s the one you want, he’s the one you have the connection to... and I understood that at first. I could take it… but- but the longer we stayed together I realised I always thought you would become more accustomed to me; That you would want me. But you don’t. Its always him-“ She tries to wrench her hands from me, but I clamp my grip down hard on her and drag her back, looking up into her face with a determined, probably pretty pissed off look on my face. “Nina. Still talking, here.”
“Its… its not true!” She doesn’t look so sure, her own determined-pissed off look dissolving into nervousness, chewing on her bottom lip.
“It is.” That look is all the admission there needs to be. Theirs no more supposing about it- Jeff will always be a step ahead of me. That Michael Jackson looking bastard. “And if I‘m going to be with someone, then I want to be number one. And, i-if you can’t… “I chew on my cheek to force myself not to cry. “Nina, Pop does want me like that.”  
I want to show her through my eyes, how serious this is. My desperation for her to just step up for me, and my stubborn desire to be wanted like he wants me.
God, I thought this conversation might help- but I don’t feel like stopping what’s between Pop and I now, ever.
I think its over with me and Nina, as she looks innocent and wide eyed and lost and… heartbroken.
It is the end, then.
She detangles her hands finally from mine, and cups my face in thin, freezing cold, shaky hands. “I wish… “I gather her middle against my body, in between my arms and bury my face in her neck, tears running freely down my face now. “Oh god, I wish.”
I wish we’d met before all that with Jeff. It definitely would’ve been us.
Me too.
Riddler and Edward Nygma (Villain/s A) and Barbara Kean (Villain B)
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She's into me for everything I'm not According to you I need to feel appreciated Like I'm not hated, oh no Why can't you see me through her eyes? It's too bad you're making me decide
My back hits the wall a little too hard, causing my head to knock back into it and my vision to go blurry as he speaks his ironically phrased ‘peace’, so all I see is a very deep scowl and green. I’m pared from his crooked teeth and the dark, hateful way his eyes will be zeroed in on me. “How could you do this to me?? I allowed Ed to keep you, I- “He makes a constipated face as my vision clears up, his fingers digging deeply into my hips. I wriggle and twitch slightly, and try to quietly pull them out of my skin, but they are not moving, and I don’t even think he feels me struggling. So I give up, focusing instead on just regaining my vision. “I STARTED TO LOVE YOU TOO!”
Rolling my head against the wall in boredom, like a student waiting for that bell, and I don’t even flinch when he screams in my face at this point, although I do admit; It of course isn't pleasant. “Ugh, Ed, your breath stinks- “
“I AM NOT ED!”
“Okay, Riddler, your breath stinks.” Same-Same, for me. 
“Treat this seriously- you’ve betrayed me.” He is so mad. No matter how vehemently this guy tries to tell people he isn’t Ed- he sure is controlled by his emotions like Ed. He wouldn’t be this mad if he wasn’t heartbroken. Fucker was born from emotions.
Well guess what Riddler? I’m heartbroken too. And you put me here.
He scrapes his fingers against my skin, and I just grin wider.
There is nothing quite like annoying this man- especially when he’s treating me with such little respect. My eyes flash up to his and I grit my teeth. “I thought you were smart, man. I don’t love you the way I loved Ed- the way I now love her. Mistake number 1. You shouldn’t have ever let yourself fall as deep as you have, here.”
“But you do love me?!” He’s desperate and trying to reassure himself, and at the same time remind me of that fact. And oh god, I know. I know that I love him. Despite his many, maaany faults, I love him. He is what’s left over from Ed, my first love, who’s a whole lifetime away from me now. I’m attached to him, the Riddler, whether I like it or not!
And I don’t like it.
That’s why I’m leaving.
“Mistake number 2. You couldn’t just check yourself- because you’re so perfect, right? You couldn’t just look at how you were treating me and work on it? If you had, we wouldn’t be here right now. I wanted you… but you can’t see me the same way Barbara does.  
I wrap my fingers around the object in my pocket, feelings its need. It’s about fifteen centimetres long, and black, with little nibs at the end designed to leave a nasty lasting impact.
He’s looking at me, waiting for what else he did wrong. Always a learner, and a sucker for pain. “Mistake three- the Hamartia. You then gave me a choice, between you and Barbara. You should’ve known I would never pick you. I love you, yes.” For a second my voice is soft, and I let go of the weapon to reach up and cup his, and more importantly Ed’s, beautiful face. My grip becomes slightly tighter after a second. “But I love her, too. The difference is just that she sees me and sees someone beautiful. You see a possession. I.e. you think it’s a given that I’ll be with you.”
His eyes go cold, and even darker. His mad, laughing smirk makes its appearance, and I move one hand back into my pocket. “What makes you think I’ll even let you leave?”
“I didn’t think that.” I admit, watching for his reaction. As soon as his smile broadens like the sad, mistaken gremlin that he is, I pull out the taser and push the button, pressing the needles into the Riddler’s neck.
He immediately loosens up everything, and flings back awkwardly to the floor. 
“I’m so done with you. You took Ed from me.” My voice wobbles and I cover my mouth, pressing my lips tightly to each other for a moment to pull myself together. Then I glance back down at the Riddler’s twitching body one final time. “And don’t think for one second that you’ll just come pick me up later; I’m going to Oz’s.”
Human!Scar (Villain A) and Human!Shere Kahn (Villain B)
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We spent all day fighting, and now I’m just… tired. And sad. I’m so tired, of pleading with him to like me. Always doing more, for him. Making his favourite meals, smiling when he tells unfunny jokes, agreeing ‘to an extent’ -a bare faced lie, - with the shit he spouts… Today, an actual fight about how I feel, was just the crux of this mess that I’ve been hoping was a relationship for so long. But it isn’t a relationship; Not a proper one.
If it was, I wouldn’t be killing myself trying to be happy.
So I’m leaving, officially.
I give Scar one more cuddle, burying my head in his chest for a good minute, begging myself to be strong and let go, then slip out of the bed and collect my suit case. I packed this while he was cooking dinner earlier, and hid under the bed. Of course, I’ll have to come back and get the rest of my stuff… but Kahn say’s he’ll help me.
Even still in this room, where Scar’s and my relationship turned from beautiful to a monster, the thought of Kahn makes me smile- I can’t help it. Just the mention of him in my head, and then his face comes to mind -Smirking at me, about to tickle me and I know it,- and the corners of my mouth perk upwards and my teeth show. It feels really, really good and I can’t wait to see him.
Taking a deep breath, I leave the room and the apartment all together. There is a slight nauseous feeling in my stomach from doing so, but I push on and the further I get to the exit, the freer I feel. 
Finally, I twist front door open and take a deep breath through my nose, feeling one last moment of longing to go back, but knowing I wont. I cant. It’s violet walls that Scar and I painted together when we first moved in, that now give me headache... And its white wood theme, that was supposed to brighten up the place when he used to leave me alone a lot at home... and the knitted coasters I spent time choosing and making to avoid hanging out with him… I leave it all, closing the door behind me. 
Thinking about all that makes me want to cry, but I’ve already cried to much about all of this- it would feel like overkill.
Besides, I need to focus a little more on not smiling, which would be in such bad taste, when I see Kahn waiting for me outside. I tilt my head to the side. “No car?”
“Nope, we’re walking darling. I thought it might be better for you tonight.”
I take a deep breath of the fresh air while Kahn takes my hand in his. It feels good. “Yeah, you might be right… That sounds good.“
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shyanlibrary · 5 years ago
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hello!!! what are your favorite fics??
Nonnie, what a question...
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Let’s keep it short, top 10 under the cut:
1. The Chain by Lafayette1777
Rated: Not Rated (T) | Chapters: 6/6 | Complete | Word Count: 14,073
Summary: Do you not know how love works?
Shane and Ryan, in transition.
Commentary: Christ almighty, this will forever be my favorite fanfic in the entire world and I mean it. I’m someone who has been in many fandoms for more than 15 years now and let me tell you something, I have never felt so much as I have with this story. Because it’s just so incredible well written and the characters are just what drives everything in it! The imagery, the feeling of it, each dialogue, all of this fic is wonderful and I’m in love with it. PLEASE read it if you haven’t.
2.  can’t take you home to mother (that’s what i like about it) by redmaynes
Rated: E | Chapters: 7/8 | Ongoing | Word Count: 20428
Summary: “I still hate you, you know that?” Ryan gasped out after they finally broke for air, and he roughly shoved Shane back on the mattress to make quick work of the button of his jeans, and smirked when he heard Shane curse under his breath when he pulled down the zipper slowly, agonizingly.
“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” Shane said through gritted teeth.
“Don’t call me baby.”
Commentary: Fun fact: this was the first fic I read, and I did because I wanted to read smut and I was looking forward to know how this fandom expressed that kind of intimacy between these two, and I was hit by one of the most interesting scenarios put together for this kind of AU, good plot and great characterization. I adore this fic, I’ll go to hell and back for this fic. It’s wonderful and.. how to explain it? Just plain ol’ good, man.
3. Perfect Fit by moliuoli
Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: Unkown
Summary: There’s a legend that says anyone able to take all of statue Shane’s cock will summon the god to the mortal realm. Given the statue’s excessive size, no one has ever succeeded to prove or disprove the story.Until Ryan that is.
Commentary: When it comes to original AUs and situations, this fandom never disappoints. Look at this fic in particular, it’s a fun exploration of college life and loneliness in the most freakin’ horny way and that’s why I loooove it and re-read it pretty often. My favorite from the author, too, and she’s a writer I really like. This fic is work of art, a classic in the fandom, just incredible.
4. Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime
Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 6,577
Summary: An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.
Commentary: The only RG persona fic I like! I’m not ashamed to say I’ve read this fic more times than I have sat down to actually write something in years, lmao. Okay, so-- this masterpiece always puts me in a mood, in that mood that makes you grab a glass of wine, sip, stare into nothing and say “oh my”. I LOVE IT. I know I’m saying this about all fics in this list but lololol, it’s true. The writing in this is magical and transports you to another world, to the world the author wants you to see in this text and it makes you wonder everything about these characters and smile at the end. This, also-- has my favorite ending in a fic like this. Just. Oh my.
5. I would like that by Crimsonflowerz
Rated: T | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 3,994
Summary: The third person who knew Ryan was trans was the ghost that haunted his apartment.
Commentary: This fic, oh-- I think about this fic and Shane in this fic a lot, actually. I always loved his character in this and I loved how much we knew of Ryan, his life and his feelings in it, because it let us wonder with him about Shane and his spirit, his life before being a ghost, and well-- you have to read to understand, this is one of the best fics in the fandom and it has one of the happiest and most hopeful endings and boy oh boy, am I a lover of happy ending. Read this beauty, I re-read it recently because my main fandom and its company broke my heart and my spirit last December, and this was the only thing that got me to stop crying over the way I was mocked by the male white creators of said main fandom. Life saving story.
6. ready if it happens with you by sarcasticfishes 
Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count:4,319
Summary: It’s not a thing. Ryan’s just a little… touch-starved. Intimacy-starved.
Shane passes behind him when he’s sitting at his desk, idly touches Ryan’s shoulder, thumb brushing the curve of his neck — and goosebumps erupt down the length of Ryan’s arms.
Commentary: A beauty! I said to the author, who is a good friend, that I was really honored this fic has my name as one of the persons it was dedicated to, because my man believe me when I say this is a fucking beauty and it’s one of my favorite smuts and getting together fics in the fandom. I’ve thought of that scene in the dark so many times, of the way it’s written and described, and every and each action is driven by pure feelings and it’s just so gorgeous. You gotta read it.
7. You Are on the Fastest Available Route by InkStainsOnMyHands
Rated: T | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 2,362
Summary: "It’s in the light.“
[Based on the Local 58 YouTube Series]
Commentary: The night I read this fic, I couldn’t sleep. It made me feel uneasy, made me think of it for days, and I still think of it. Often find myself wanting to re-read it and I wish I could live again that first moment when I read it. Once, when I was in a meeting, I filled a page of my moleskine with the summary of this fic, and kept thinking of Ryan hudding Shane as the light came, of him looking up, of the road in front of them, the hints that something was amiss. What a genius story.
8. We Went To An Orgy And We Didn’t Have Sex (well…kind of…) by iris_rise
Rated: Not Rated (M) | Chapters: 4/? | Abandoned | Word Count: 11,045  
Summary: They met at a bar that afternoon before filming started. Liquid courage, Ryan had called it. “Or a surefire way to a pair o’ whiskey dicks,” Shane quipped back, giving him a playful smile, and Ryan knew he was totally screwed.ORShane and Ryan agree to film a one-off Buzzfeed documentary-type show, ‘We Went To An Orgy and We Didn’t Have Sex’, in which they attend a sex party and try to keep their hands off one another.
Commentary: I know what you guys are thinking about the title of this, but believe me when I say this fic is WONDERFUL. It’s such a gorgeous work with so much soul, and I would never really be reccing an unfinished work that is likely abandoned by now if it wasn’t THAT good. Soooo, let me tell you about the atmosphere this have, it has such a powerful spirit, it makes me cry that I will likely not know how it would have gone. Mother of GOD, this is perfect. Also one of my favorite interpretations of dom!Shane.
9. we are breathing river water by undeadapocalypse
Rated: M | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 4,503
Summary:  Shane thought, through the kisses and the feeling of Ryan’s skin all over his, too much but not enough, I will not.
Between the light ending up off and the clumsy hands in a dark room, the floorboards that hide secrets despite not being theirs, he thought to himself, I will not fall in love with him.
The tabernacle reconstructed.He falls in love with him.or: a fic based off of “litany in which certain things are crossed out”
Commentary: Richard Siken is my favorite poet out there and when I found this fic and saw it was based on my favorite poem, I almost died right there. And to my delight, it was an excellent fic and even now, many reads later, it’s still an amazing fic with a beautiful ending that haunts me in the best of ways. Every part of this fic, the images of it, the parts were you can feel the poem in it, all of it, I love it with all my heart. Read it. It’s beautiful.
10.  I live alone in a paradise (that makes me think of two) by Ros_ora_sal
Rated: Not Rated (T) | Chapters: 4/4 | Complete | Word Count:  26,971
Summary: Ryan and Shane get stuck in a haunted house together.
Commentary: Oh, this fic. Oh this fic and its brutal plot filled with mystery, hope and even a few scares. Man, do I love this fic. Something I adore of this fandom is its more dark or weird stories, and this one hit me in the face with how good it was, really a gorgeous addition to our fandom. The story and the way its written has stayed with me ever since I read it, and I promise you it will stay with you too.
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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago
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Hey, I decided to write the second part of my oneshot for Alois. Hope it’s to your liking.
Trigger Warnings: Blood, violence, torture, stalking, emotional unstableness
My little butterfly Pt.2
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How long had it been since the incident with Alois? A week? Probably, Sayuri couldn’t clearly remember. The last few days had been blurry for her, she couldn’t completely remember them. To be honest, she felt like she wasn’t even really there. It felt like some unknown power inside her had been moving her for these past days, but she, the real Sayuri, had been somewhere else with her mind. She had hardly thought about reasons that could explain such strong hallucinations. Had she eaten something wrong? Or had she perhaps inhaled something toxic in the hospital? No matter how hard she had searched for a logical reason, she couldn’t find one. Sayuri had tried to brush it off, to move on and forget about it. But it was impossible! The platinum blonde boy was hunting her mind, his icy blue eyes and his pleads for her to stay with him. How the hell was she able to erase all this?! And if that all wasn’t already awful enough then the fact that she felt like someone or something was following and observing her since a few days. At first she had thought that it was probably because of the hallucinations and that she had been just a little bit paranoid. But why couldn’t she shake that feeling off then?! She felt a gaze on her wherever she went, even in her own house! The feeling drove her slowly, but surely mad and Sayuri had begun to question her own sanity. Was she going insane? Her paranoia had definitely increased and every time before she went to sleep she checked at least three times if every window and door was locked! She even searched in her wardrobe and under her own bed! But even if she turned her whole house upside down she still felt this burning look on her. The whole stress and her paranoia took a visible effect on her. She could barely close her eyes at night and whenever there was even the slightest noise she would immediately jump up and grab a kitchen knife which she had started to keep next to her bed. All the missing sleep pulled on her concentration and her motivation and by now she was nearly too scared to leave her house. But if she wouldn’t go out she would get fired and she needed the money from the job so by now every day felt like hell to her.
Sayuri dragged herself through the streets of the town, her head hanging low, not daring to look other people in the face. The nagging feeling that someone was watching her again made her nearly cry. She didn’t want others to see the dark bags under her eyes which came from the lack of sleep. Some of her fellow workers had worriedly asked her what’s wrong with her and some others had jokingly told Sayuri that she looked like a walking corpse. They had no idea how accurate that word felt for her. A walking corpse, that’s how she felt. The only thing that didn’t change was her clumsiness, her talent to trip over non-existing things and her talent to bump into walls, persons and other things. When she heard giggling from the side she lifted her head slightly. Some kids were playing on the other side of the street, chasing each other. Sayuri smiled a little bit at this. She had always loved children, probably because she was mentally still one, that’s at least what many people told her. One of the kids noticed her and flashed her a big smile. Sayuri couldn’t help, but return that smile, feeling for the first time in a while happiness flowing through her veins. That was another reason why she loved children. They never seemed to mind about anything and were always so hopeful and happy. She actually felt some sort of courage flowing through her. “If children are able to be always happy and hopeful then perhaps I can too.” She was so busy with staring at the children in front of her that she didn’t pay attention to what was happening in front of her. In the next moment she bumped into something or to be exact, into someone. She heard a surprised scream and the shattering of glass. Something wet splashed onto her face and clothes and she lost her balance and landed on her ass. She whimpered because of the stinging pain in her ass, but a loud yelling interrupted her thoughts. ‘‘You stupid girl!! Look what you’ve done now!!’‘ Sayuri looked startled at the owner of the voice and her already pale face turned even paler at the sight in front of her. A woman was standing in front of her, right beside her a man which was most likely her husband judging by the rings they both of them wore on their ring fingers. They were wearing really expensive looking clothes and looked really amazing if someone ignored the fact that a purple liquid had already soaked the clothes. But the worst part about that all was that Sayuri knew who these people were. They were nobles who had once visited the hospital because one of their relatives had been staying there. They had been incredibly rude to everyone. Sayuri gulped and quickly started stumbling:’‘I-I’m so so soooo sorry about that. I-I wasn’t watching and-’‘ ‘‘Shut up!!’‘, the woman yelled at her angrily,’‘Do you even know how expensive this dress and my husband’s suit were?! It’s probably more worth than your whole house plus belongings.’‘ ‘‘And that’s not all. This wine here was very expensive as well.’‘, the man added with a cold voice. Sayuri stood up and tried again to apologize, but the woman continued yelling at her:’‘You stupid and useless brat are going to pay for that, do you hear me?!?!’‘ Sayuri’s bottom lip started to quiver. She knew that there was no way that she could possibly pay for this, at least not with her salary. She tried to explain it to both of them, her voice shaking. ‘‘P-please, th-there’s no way I can repay th-the money for su-such expensive clothes. I-it re-really was an a-accident.’‘ The man stared with a cruel look down on her. ‘‘Do we look like we care? We give you exactly three days to repay us the money or else I’ll make sure that you’ll loose your job.’‘ He told her the exact amount of money she owed them and than turned around with his wife. For a few moments Sayuri was frozen before she chased after them and grabbed the woman’s arm. ‘‘No!! Please in such a short amount of time I won’t be able to’‘ In the next moment she felt a stinging sensation on her left cheek. She needed a few moments before she realized that the woman had just slapped her. ‘‘Don’t you dare to touch me, you filthy scum!!!’‘ She continued to insult Sayuri and the girl noticed that nearly all the people on the street were looking at her with pity in their gazes. Tears started to fill her eyes. She quickly bypassed the two nobles and ran home. In the corner of her eyes she noticed three young men with purple hair standing across the street and whispering among themselves. ‘‘Why is it always me?’‘
The next morning managed to surprise Sayuri in an unpleasant way because when she arrived at her workplace her boss suddenly walked towards her and handed her a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper. ‘‘What’s that?’‘, Sayuri asked confused. ‘‘A gift.’‘, her boss replied slightly amused. ‘‘From who?’‘ Her boss shrugged. ‘‘Don’t know. I only know that a rather pretty woman handed me it this morning, saying that it’s a gift from her master for you.’‘ Sayuri stared at the small box for a few seconds before starting to unwrap it and opened the small box hidden inside. She gasped when she saw what was in it. It was a beautiful necklace with a pink diamond pendant which was shaped like a butterfly. Sayuri was sure it must have been expensive. ‘‘But who...?’‘ She suddenly noticed that there was a folded letter in it. She quickly unfolded it and read through it. Her blood turned cold and her hands started shaking. The letter said:
‘‘My beloved Sayuri,
I’m so unbelievably sorry for what happened to you yesterday. I should have been there to protect you from this trash that calls themselves nobles, but in my current condition I can hardly leave my bed. But don’t worry my darling. I already made sure that they can’t harm you anymore. I let them suffer greatly for hurting you, my love. Especially this woman who dared to even lay a finger on you. No words can describe my love for you and every second I’m without you is suffocating and painful, but I know that I’ll have you very soon by my side. I can’t wait to finally have you all for myself! I promise to always love and cherish you, I’ll make you feel like a queen. Take this necklace as an apology for the incident yesterday. It’s one of many gifts to come. Please wear it! Don’t worry, very soon I’ll introduce myself personally to you.
I love you sooo much my little butterfly
Your secret admirer’’’
The message itself was already creepy enough and the fact that it was written in red made her stomach turn over. Somehow she knew that this wasn’t red ink. No, it was blood! Most likely from the two nobles from yesterday. But the thing that terrified her the most was the fact that she now knew that she hadn’t been paranoid these last few days, she had been really watched! ‘‘Hey, are you alright?’‘, one of her fellow workers asked her worried. Sayuri quickly folded the letter together and put it into her pocket. ‘‘Y-yes.’‘ The woman looked at her suspiciously before she noticed the necklace. ‘‘Oh my god, so the boss wasn’t lying when he told me that you have a secret admirer! Let me help you to put it on.’‘ Whilst the woman helped her with the necklace Sayuri’s mind wandered off. ‘‘I need to report this to the police. No, that would be a stupid idea. I don’t even know who that person is and what he’s capable of. The only thing I know is that he must be a noble himself judging by the necklace he gifted me.’‘ She tried to calm her shaky breath down. ‘‘I know that this couple yesterday wasn’t the most nice one, but whatever is going to happen to them now is something they don’t deserve. Please dear god, show mercy on them.’‘, Sayuri prayed silently.
Her wishes weren’t heard. Sayuri found that out nearly a whole week later. A week that felt like pure torture, a week were she had found at least one gift per day in front of her door, a week were she had feared constantly for the safety of hers and the people around them. At least she had been able to sleep better because one of the gifts had been a tea made from special herbs which calmed the nerves down and helped to sleep better and faster. Her secret admirer had expressed his worries for her health in the letter and had urged her to drink the tea before she went to bed. To be honest, at first Sayuri didn’t want to, even though her overtired brain had screamed at her to drink it. But the last sentences had given her the chills which was te reason why she did what the letter had told her to do. But even in her dreams this sentences had hunted her. ‘‘You don’t want me to hurt others, do you? Because every time you suffer I’ll give other people this pain ten times worse back. Or should I just take you now? I’ll probably do both!’‘ In the last few letters he had mentioned the topic kidnapping very often, telling her that his condition had improved a lot and that he couldn’t wait to finally have her. Sayuri knew that she could be taken by this person any day now and to be honest, she just wished that it would just happen soon because the fear was nearly crushing her alive. Whilst she was walking through the streets back home she suddenly noticed a huge crowd of people standing in front of a small alley. They were whispering shocked among themselves and many were even crying. Sayuri stepped curiously nearer and tried to see what these people were looking at. She slowly pushed her way through them until she was able to see what had them all shaken up to the core. She screamed horrified when she saw the truly traumatizing sight in front of her. In a pool of blood was laying what Sayuri assumed had been a human once. His body and face was beaten up beyond recognition and his limbs were twisted in unnatural angles. But the most terrifying part was that the skin was gone! It seemed like someone had removed all the skin from the body. Sayuri didn’t even realize when the police shooed the civilians, including her away, and she also didn’t reacted when one of the officers started asking her questions. She just turned numb to everything and stumbled her way home, tears silently escaping her eyes and dropping on the ground. The image of this person hunting her mind. The image of one of the nobles from one week ago. Even though Sayuri hadn’t been able to recognize the corpse she just knew that it must have been one of the two. She didn’t even want to start thinking about what had happened to the other one.
As soon as she went inside the house and closed the door, the first thing she did was collapsing. Her whole face was tearstained and her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She didn’t even know how long she just sat there, crying and whimpering softly, she only knew that when she snapped out of it it was already dark outside. She tried to stand up from the floor, but froze suddenly. A few metres away from her she saw a shadow standing right in front of the kitchen entrance. Since it was dark Sayuri couldn’t detect much, but from the shape of the person it was safe to assume that it was a man. For a few seconds her heart stopped beating before starting to beat painfully fast inside her chest. Tears from which she thought she had already cried out started to cloud her vision again and she started trembling. ‘‘A-are you here to take me?’‘, Sayuri asked the figure, her voice hoarse due to all the crying. She mentally laughed at herself for asking such a ridiculous question when the answer was obvious. The man slowly turned around and exposed his golden eyes which seemed to glow in the darkness. ‘‘I think you already know the answer to that. My master couldn’t wait any longer, you see he’s a very impatient guy.’‘ He slowly started walking towards Sayuri,’‘Please do me the favor and don’t try to struggle, if I bring you to the manor with even a single scratch my master will throw a fit and believe me when I tell you that this won’t be pleasant for any of us.’‘ For a moment everything seemed to slow down for Sayuri, even time itself. She felt how her heartbeat shook her whole inside up with each fast beat and she saw how the man slowly started to stretch his gloved hands out, reaching for her. But before he was even able to touch her everything suddenly started to turn black. Sayuri didn’t even try to fight the abyss of darkness. She just let herself fall deep into it, asking herself what would awaiten her when she would wake up. But if she was completely honest with herself, she didn’t even know if she wanted to wake up at all.
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captain-jinguji · 5 years ago
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Sorry for asking again because your writing is good but what would the boys, (all 3 or 2 or even 1! Your choice!) Reactions be if their crush that they had a crush on for 1234567810 years confesses that they like them? How would they be?
Hey love! Theres NO LIMIT to how many requests you can send, so send as many as you want! I feel like HEAVENS doesn't get a lot of love so i wrote for all of them :3
STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT + HEAVENS reacting to their crush liking them back 
STARISH: 
Natsuki: 
Doesn't even let you finish the sentence before he embraces you. All he heard was "...and I like you, like, as more than a friend." And was overcome with joy. "Awee! I was so worried (Y/N)-chan! I thought you didnt like me like that. I'm so glad you feel the same!!" 
Tokiya: 
Was planning to tell you over a cute little date. Had everything planned out and the dinner went so perfect. He was so nervous underneath his little façade and took your hand in his to kind of ground himself but then you blurted out that you like him and he was kind of shook? He was the one who was supposed to say it? What? Just blinks at you for a second and then softly smiles "I was just about to say that but i suppose you beat me to it. I like you too, (Y/N), I hope we can expand our relationship." 
Cecil: 
You were probably listening to one of his stories of Agnapolis when you just commented how cute he was by accident and silence fell over you two. He'd try to laugh it off at first until he realizes the opportunity but then you apologized and said that you always thought he was attractive and that you like him way more than a friend and hes overcome with such joy! 10/10 jumps into your arms and tells you that he's felt the same way. "I love you, too, my princess!" Plz dont comment on how he went straight to the big words. He truly does love you. 
Ren: 
Doesnt talk about his feelings and tried to avoid them for soooo long but then you just had to go ahead and step in front of him like that. On one hand, a huge pressure is lifted off of his chest that you feel the same way, on the other hand he wanted to confess in the most romantic way possible? "Lady… *chuckles* I was supposed to tell you that. Either way, I feel the same way." 
Otoya: 
Honestly it's so obvious that he likes you because he's just a blushing stuttering mess all the time around you. He always thought he messed up his chances by being so awkward so when you tell him you like him too he almost breaks down crying because omg you like him too!!! Grabs your shoulders and almost yells, "I like you too (Y/N)! A-and i have for a while… youre so pretty and kind and you never judge… and funny and you stick around and I want you to be with me forever and…." Please just love this boy ;-; 
Syo: 
You guys were so close and it was almost painful every time you'd do the simplest things together. You could be walking down the hall and your hands accidentally brushed or watch King of Fighting and you just happen to lay your head on his shoulder. God he has been falling for you so bad and he just couldn't bring himself to say so, but when you had the guts and told him that you like him too, he almost had a heart attack. "(Y/N)... This whole time I wanted to tell you that… I cant believe you feel the same" softly embraces you and doesnt let go for a while; hes so happy. 
Masato: 
Boy he likes to think he can hide his crush pretty well and apparently so except that everyone knows except you two. He is so nervous all the time, so scared of messing up and or you finding him boring and not impressive enough. But every time you sit together and talk about life and every time you're willingly close to him he feels like he does have a chance and then he actually does? Almost spits out his tea when you tell him and you might take it as a negative response so he quickly apologizes and explains that he likes you too "... Y-you have been on o-on my mind and i-in my heart  for s-so long and… I can't keep this inside me a-any longer… I like you too, p-please be m-mine..?" So nervous. Almost passes out. Never thought this would happen. 
QUARTET NIGHT 
Reiji: 
Somewhere in his mind he had no doubt about the fact that you like him too, but still he couldn't shake off the feeling of what would happen if you did not see him as that. He's getting old, and he knows, and any relationship that may come his way, he wants that one to be the last because he doesn't have time for games anymore… so when you tell him that you believe he's the one and that you want to be with him for as long as possible he's so shook. "(N/N)-chan… I'm so happy you feel the same way!! I've liked you for so long… be mine?!" Goes in to hug you and somehow almost kisses you which may or may not have been intentional. 
Ranmaru: 
Doesnt wanna talk about it. Only Reiji knows about his crush and ONLY because Reiji is nosy AF. Thinks he could have a shot but thinks you deserve better. So terrified of rejection no cap. Was gonna take his feelings to the grave, but then you spilled your own feelings out to him one evening over movies and take out and he almost choked on his pasta. You? Like him? Too??? Literally grabs your shoulders "eh??!! You like me??!! I have literally been trying to tell you that for AGES and here you go so easily saying that? Tch… just be mine already, babe." Grumpy emotional. Just lay your head on his chest and watch his blush spread across his cheek plz. It's adorable. 
Camus: 
He had everything to offer you and more and yet he could just not bring himself to tell you how he feels. His pride wouldnt let him. Let someone have emotional control over him? No thank you he will just bury his feelings and hope they go away but oh here you two go again to another pastries shop and somehow you got him to laugh and here we go again with these butterflies. Is so annoyed with himself that he almost didnt catch you confess to him but of course he heard the three words that really matter "...I like you.." He's silent after that for a few moments, mainly because his heart is beating so fast and his brain is replaying the words, and he's trying to maintain a cool persona. Finally settles on a small chuckle and a smile "I like you too… fool…" fool? Mentally slaps himself but you seem to be taking it well since you're laughing. 
Ai: 
Ai has such a hard time understanding what's going on inside him and when he does finally understand, he tries to keep it to himself. But every time he sees you and you interact with him, his heart flutters a bit and he soon realized that he cant keep these feelings in forever. He wanted to take you out to one of your favorite restaurants for lunch and then tell you but halfway through the main course, you just kind of told him yourself and it was said so calmly, like you've said it before and he almost wondered if you two were already together? "You like me, too?" Gets such a cute little smile, "I like you, (Y/N), I have for a while.." :')
HEAVENS 
Eiichi: 
Lolololololol has so much confidence. Of course you'd like him back, hahaha….unless??? Cant manage to tell you in fear of his pride being hurt, but he makes sure to try and show you in small ways? Like buying you lunch, getting you VIP tickets to the concerts, spending time with you, etc… And then one day he's doing exactly that, buying you lunch, because he's memorized your favorite everything, but you tagged along because you wanted to be around him and you just were telling him how appreciative you were of him and everything he does and next thing he knows you're confessing to him and he almost drops the take out box. Shook 103. Almost doesnt know how to answer but his smugness comes back sooner or later "my my my angel… I guess I have to confess that I like you too." Plays it off cool but inside his heart grew by like 65 sizes. 
Kira: 
He's so quiet and honestly love was the last thing on his mind and then you came along and messed it all up. Suddenly he was talking and all of HEAVENS was shook and realized way sooner than Kira ever could. At some point the feelings started overflowing and he cant deny them anymore and you just happen to sit so close and then you take his hand oh? Those were the words he was dying to hear. "... I like you too…" theres a small blush on his face and you find it so cute. 
Nagi: 
Haha feelings are stupid. Denies it. No one is gonna get him to confess. Nada. Niente. But the more he hangs out with you the harder it is to deny. He even tried insulting you and you know what didnt work? That! That didn't work! So one day he just stomps up to you and goes , "Listen here,you little---" "i like you, nagi-san!!" Did you just interrupt him? No, wait did you just confess to him???!!" Taken aback. Nagi doesnt work for a second. "Y-you.. Do? Well good thing you feel the same because I was just about to tell you that." Plays it off cool, died on the inside. 
Eiji: 
Precious little thing doesnt know what to do with himself and these feelings. Is so nervous around you but tries to not overstep any lines. LOVES to hang out with you and play stupid board games with you, so one night when youre over and you guys are playing UNO, he is almost ready to tell you, but then you said it and his soul left his body for a minute. So overcome with happiness he almost cries, "oh (Y/N)... I like you too… I'm so happy you feel the same!" 
Van: 
Cute. Of course he was gonna fall for someone eventually but this was just SO unexpected. You came into his life and rocked his world in such an unexpected way… suddenly flirting with you doesnt become easy and he is trying so hard to not mess up and ugh here he is trying to explain his feelings to you and wait did you just kiss him and then tell him you feel so deeply for him? Aidjsjqjjasjqoqooosn. SO taken aback. Actually blushes a little? Is this real? Immediately pulls you in and tells you the same, "oh angel! I feel the same way and… can I get another try at that kiss?" 
Yamato: 
Denies his feelings by taking laps and going rock climbing, basically anything to get his mind off of you and focused on something else. Cant tell you, too scared of rejection. So when you asked to join him on one of his runs he almost freaks out because now he HAS to talk to you or it'll be awkward. Halfway through the run you take a water break and you knew that now was the time. "Yamato, I have a crush on you." He was ready for the next 2 and a half kilometers when his knees almost gave out at hearing you say that. Swears on God his heart stopped beating for a second, "good, because otherwise this would be really awkward" and kisses you? He has no clue how he got that confidence and his face is turning all shades of red right after but at least now you know, right? 
Shion: 
His whole life he tried to prove to everyone that he was worth it. And then you came along and you saw that he was worth it and you never expected anything of him, and it is such a nice feeling to just be accepted by someone… he couldnt help but fall for you. Shion wanted to be yours so badly, wanted for you to be his so badly, so when those words left your perfect lips, so many stones fell off his shoulders. He visibly relaxed beside you and gently took your hand in his, "i like you too… Thank you, (Y/N)..." 
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simsadventures · 5 years ago
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Drunk
Summary: You and Thor have been friends ever since he joined the team. Although your slight (read enormous) crush on him, you never wanted to take it that far. What happens when you two get drunk, again?
Warnings: alcohol abuse (nothing crazy though), drunk Thor, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS, warnings are put before and after the smut part, so that those of you who don’t want to or can’t read smut can read the rest of the story comfortably), swearing, fluff
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Word Count: 3385
A/N: This is the last entry from my 200 Followers Celebration, the prompt being We can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time. (it will be highlighted in the text) Hope whoever requested it will enjoy it, just as much as all of you guys. Feedback is everything, let me know what you guys thought. Also, this got little longer than I thought, hm…
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The compound was quiet. You were laying in your room, reading your favourite sci-fi book The Moon King (I truly highly recommend that), sipping on your mint tea. Everyone from the team was on some sort of mission, but because you got little hurt the last time around, everyone thought it would be a good idea if you stayed behind just this once.
You protested, very loudly, but it was fruitless as Steve only looked at you sternly, his expression telling you that fighting your Captain’s direct orders was a big no-no. He said you should relax, read a nice book, and just be with yourself for once. But what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t want to alone. You wanted some kind of company, even if for only a few hours a day.
Your ribs were all ok, and if there weren’t the now green bruise between your 4th and 7th rib, you’d be as good as new. You rolled your eyes just remembering all the events of last night, when two different teams were sent to two separate missions, trying to settle some unrests around the planet. You let it slip your mind, and you dived back into the book.
You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t even hear the door to your room opening. Despite knowing what happened next, you were drinking every single word in, and you were amazed by the plot when suddenly, a hand touched your shoulder.
You shrieked so loud you thought your throat would be forever sore, and you tried to fight the unknown attacker. Because you were sitting directly under the lamp, your vision in the dark was a little hazy, to say the least. You couldn’t really see who you were fighting, but because the person didn’t say anything, you were thinking some kind of burglar.
You tried to punch him, but his reflexes were faster than you expected, so the man caught your wrist. This infuriated you. Who did he think he was that he came into the Avenger compound and fought one of the Earth’s protectors. You relaxed your muscles, to tell the man that you were done fighting, and the second his grip on your wrist loosened, you pulled it harshly from him, jumped on the armchair you were previously sitting in and jumped on the guy’s back.  
You squeezed your thighs tightly so that you’d cut his airflow, enough for him to maybe pass out so you’d have time to check the damage done in the building. What you didn’t expect was the guy to have almost supernatural strength, as he grabbed your waist, and pulled your off of him easily, right to his arms. You were prepared to slap him or kick him in his chin, but before you could do anything, he spoke up.
“Is that how you greet every one of the team, sweetheart, or do I get special treatment?”
You stopped mid-slap and blinked harshly against the darkness. And there he was, clear as day. Thor fucking Odinson.
You quickly jumped from his arms and started hitting his chest and arm. “Have you lost your fucking mind, you fucking moron? I thought someone came here to kill me, you dipshit!”
Thor laughed heartily, both from the things you were saying and from the murderous look you were giving him. “And don’t you think that maybe FRIDAY would let you know that something was going on? There are very few people on this planet who can go around her, sweetheart.”
“Oh, shove the sweetheart up your ass!” You hissed at him, and finally, let yourself relax. You fell backwards on the sofa, groaned and closed your eyes. You might have been a part of the Avengers, but you weren’t too used to getting attacked in your own home. Your hands were shaking slightly, and your breathing was still shallow, but you didn’t want to seem like a coward.
“Wait, you really got scared, Y/N?” Thor looked at you, genuine concern in his voice. He saw that you were trying to keep yourself in line, but your body was still shaking. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me but were ignoring me on purpose.”
“I know, I just… I was so into the book that I didn’t hear, that’s all. I think I need a drink, what do you say?” You smiled up at him. You were thrilled he came, even if you weren’t too appreciative of the way he went around it. You and Thor have been close since he joined the team, you helped him adjust to Earth, and when he and Jane parted ways, you help him mend his broken heart. A lot of alcohol and fast food was the way to do it.
Somewhere during that time, you fell for him, even though you knew you shouldn’t have. He was a part of the team, and, for the love of God, he was a literal God! You were a mere human with some enhanced skills. He looked like Greek God, and you were just you. There was no way in hell; this could go any further than a silly crush.
“I mean, we totally can have a drink or two, but we can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time,” Thor smirked at you, and you just rolled your eyes at him. Of course, you knew what happened last time, but that was a one-time thing, and you were quite positive that you now had a better grip on yourself.
It was after a particularly dangerous and exhausting mission that you two thought it would be a good idea to sit down for a few drinks. Few drinks became few bottles, and before you knew it, you were dancing in your underwear on top of Tony’s bar, Thor cheering on you from under you. You then sang a shitload of karaoke and even recorded for some weird reason. Of course, you forgot that the footage existed, and it was only when Sam found it and showed it to the whole team you remember the stupidities you two were doing.
“I mean it, just a few drinks, Thor. What are you afraid of? It was my almost naked ass that the whole team had to watch, not yours.” You winked at him and marched towards your own hidden stash.
“Soooo, is it gonna be, vodka, gin, whiskey, or rum?” You grinned widely at him, and Thor just laughed at the number of bottles you had hidden there.
“I’d go with vodka, sweetheart. But just because I know you’re not gonna feel like hist tomorrow.”
“Well, my dear Thor, you ain’t gonna be feeling like shit either because you’re a freaking God and you’d need like a full truck to actually get wasted.”
He laughed and watched you pour the drinks.
After the third drink, you were, as usual when a little tipsy, more cuddly and touchy, which Thor would never in a million years complain about. He loved how you pressed your body against his, how he could feel the warmth coming from you radiating around him. He loved these quiet nights drinking with you, especially when the two of you were alone.
“You are quiet today, what’s on your mind?” You looked up at him through your lashes and placed your warm hand on his knee. Thor could hear his heart in his eyes, threatening to run out of his body if you continued to touch him.
“Just thinking about the last time we drank together, nothing serious.” He said mysteriously.
“And what about that? I mean, we’ve established that 9 drinks were my limit and you should keep an eye on me.” You smiled at him sweetly, still not seeing the point of getting back to the events of that night.
“Do you remember everything that happened, Y/N?” You frowned a little. You had certain blind spots in your memory from that night, but you just assumed it was more dancing and singing.
“Maybe not, what are you talking about? Did I do something even more inappropriate?”
“Nah, it doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about something else.”
But now, you were intrigued. “No, I wanna know what I did or said that you’re still keen on thinking and talking about it. So tell me, Thor.”
Your hands now left his body so that you could cross your arms, and Thor felt the loss of contact almost immediately. He just wanted to take your hand and put it back on him. Anywhere.
“You told me about your crush on me…” Thor whispered and you swore your heart stopped beating. YOU WHAT NOW!! You were always so careful not to let it slip, not knowing that you already had and that he’s known for months now. The carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing on the whole damn world.
“I didn’t- I mean I- I just-“ you tried to get at least some excuse out of your mouth, but nothing seemed believable enough. Not to say that the alcohol in your system was probably not helping you at the moment. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, not now, not ever. This was the worst thing that could’ve happen to you. Your mind was racing, but then you felt a hot palm on your knee.
You reluctantly looked up, and saw Thor, beaming like a ray of sunshine. “I have a crush on you too, for the longest time, my love. But I never thought you’d be interested. But then you said all those things and danced like a fairy at the bar, and I thought that I could finally confess how I felt. But you didn’t remember anything about it the next morning. And I couldn’t bring myself to let you know I knew… I wanted you to tell me sober, and again, you know so that I could be sure you actually meant it.”
The look on your face must have been priceless. So many emotions were crossing it that you yourself couldn’t keep up with speed. You were all confused, little ashamed, totally ecstatic, and utterly dumbfounded. “Wait… so what you’re saying, is that you like me too? As like like? Or like, like like?”
“I have to idea what is the difference between the two option you’ve just given me, but I like you more than a friend. I like you the way a man likes a woman, in an intimate way.”
“Like… how intimate are we talking about?” Ok, now this was definitely the vodka talking, but you kinda had to ask? You wanted to be sure he didn’t want to continue just walking around each other.
Thor smirked, and the hand residing on your knee was suddenly much higher on your thigh. He squeezed it lightly and shifted, so there was no space between the two of you on the sofa. “I think you know very well how intimate we’re talking about. But don’t you dare to believe that I only for your body, or what it can give me. I want all of you, Y/N. Please, let me be here for you, whatever you need.
Your brain stopped working the second, he shifted his hand so you could just nod, and hope for the best. But he wasn’t satisfied with that. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you tell me to just cuddle you the whole night, I’d be more than happy to do that. But I need you to actually use your magical voice and tell me what it is that you want.”
“I want you, Thor. I’ve wanted you for so long, that even though cuddling sounds amazing, I think we can postpone that a little. I want you to make love to me, Thor.”
Warning: smut starting
And that was all it took for him to quickly stand up, pulled you up as well, and kiss you with so much fervour it almost took your breath away. He explored your mouth with his tongue, trying to conquer every part of it and dominate you in the way no man ever could, or ever will be able to. Thor planned on keeping you forever. No man could see his beautiful dove all flushed and horny, the way she was at the moment.
Your hands, even though at first tightly intertwined in his blond locks, started to wander across his body. You wanted to explore every inch and worship it. It was finally happening, and you wanted to give it all you had. You caressed his cheeks, continued down to his neck, and then even lower towards his chest, which you scratched a little through the fabric of his t-shirt. When you reached his abdomen, you could feel his muscles contracting under your touch, and couldn’t help but smirk into the passionate kiss. You had an effect on this handsome, perfect God. Your self-confidence rose with every second.
It wasn’t until you reached the now prominent bulge in his pants, that Thor pulled away from you a little, to draw in a ragged breath. When he looked back at you, his pupils were lust-blown, and his brows were furrowed a little. It was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. And you couldn’t wait for more.
You wanted to pull his pants down, but Thor stopped you mid-movement. “Let’s go to your bedroom, dove. I can’t make love to you on this sofa!” With that, he grabbed your ass, squeezed it just for the fun of it, and picked you up. You immediately slithered your legs around his waist and started kissing down his neck. You stopped on his pulse point, which seemed to be an especially sensitive place for him because he all but shuddered when you reached it. Bingo, you thought.
You sucked a little hickey there, just to see him sporting it for the rest of the night, knowing that it was you who did that. He reached your bedroom in no time, kicked the door closed, and threw you onto the bed. He started shedding his clothes, one item after the other. You were mesmerised by his chiselled chest and his thick thighs. You needed to feel his skin on yours.
You followed his suit, and quickly got rid of your shirt and sweatpants, so you were left in your sports bra and panties, just like Thor was only left in his boxer-briefs.
His eyes roamed your body, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his eyes darkened even more. You were a little ashamed that you weren’t wearing some sexy lingerie like those girls in the movies, but you really didn’t plan on having sex with God when you were dressing that day. Your only relief was that you shaved the night before.
Thor, however, didn’t seem to mind your attire, as he stalked towards you and on top of you, wedging his body between your legs so that he could comfortably hold you with one arm, while the other was supporting his weight. His kissed you again, but this one was much shorter than those in the other room. He soon started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, getting to your cleavage. You wanted to pull the bra from your body, but Thor stopped you. “Leave it on, for now.” He whispered huskily and only pulled it up from your breasts.
The rolled bra made them even perkier than they usually were, and Thor seemed to enjoy that immensely. He sucked on one and then the other, to make sure each of them was treated fairly. He didn’t even touch you where you needed him most, and you felt you were completely soaking your panties.
Thor released your left nipple from his mouth with a pop and continued his exploration. His kissed down your navel and your lower belly, before he stopped, right above the hem of your panties.
“You can still say no, sweetheart.” You just looked at him and saw that he genuinely meant what he was saying. You smiled lightly and shook your head. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long, Thor, please. Take me, I’m yours.”
You didn’t need to say more, as Thor ripped the panties off of your body in one movement, and let his hands pull your legs apart, revealing your already glistening and puffy pussy. Thor groaned, and if it was possible, he got harder just by looking at you. He felt like a teenager, ready to bust his nut any moment from seeing a pussy for the first time. But he wanted to give you all the pleasure in the world, so his own thoughts could wait.
He didn’t waste any time. He delved headfirst into your warmth, his tongue licking a long strip through your folds. He moaned at the taste of you, and you were a goner. Your body was writhing and shaking already, and he only just started touching you. He dived in, licking and sucking, sometimes coming up for air, and giving the much-needed attention to your clit. You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach, and Thor could probably tell that you were close as well, because he suddenly stopped.
You growled at him, and he kissed the inside of your thigh apologetically. “I want you to have the strongest orgasm of your life, love, and for it to be on my cock. I swear it will be worth it.”
He didn’t waste much time after that. He lined his now throbbing cock with your entrance, and looked at your face, searching for any hints of uneasiness or uncertainty. But all he found was utter devotion, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He filled you in one go, his dick cheating itself to the hilt in your warmth. You both groaned in unison at the feeling. “You’re so tight, Y/N, God!” Thor growled to your ear, and the sound coming from his mouth made your pussy clench his dick tightly. He groaned once again.
“Don’t do that to me! If you keep doing it, I won’t last!”
“Then don’t! We’ve been waiting long enough, don’t you think?” He smirked at you devilishly and kissed you passionately. “As you wish, my queen.”
His thrust became relentless. You wanted to meet his thrusts, but all you could do was to lay there, and take all Thor had to give you. Even without changing angles or positions, you could feel the heat coming again, and this time, there was no way in hell you’d be denied.
You put your legs on Thor’s small back, pushing him deeper in you, and when you felt him twitch inside you involuntarily, the coil in you snapped.
You came with a wail of his name on your lips, your pussy clenching him like a vice. Just the sight of you made Thor’s dick twitch with excitement, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long once inside your velvet walls. But he honestly didn’t expect it to take mere minutes before you both came.
Thor grunted, his thrust becoming more erratic, and you could finally feel his seed painting your walls. You sighed happily. This moment was all you ever dreamt of and more. Thor rolled off of you but took you with him, so you were now tucked under his arm, while both of you tried to catch your breaths.
Warning ending
“I’m such an idiot, my love,” Thor whispered to your hair. You looked at him confused, and little scared to be honest because the darkest thought crept into your mind. “I mean, I could’ve had you all this time, but because I’m a stubborn ass of a man, I kept it all to myself. I’ll make it up to you, Y/N, I promise.”
You laughed heartily, your fears flowing away with your laughter. “We’re both idiots, Thor. Let’s just agree that we will be honest with each other from now on, ok?”
Thor nodded his head and kissed your forehead lovingly. This was precisely the place he wanted to be, and there was no way in hell he was giving this up.  
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siren07tucker · 4 years ago
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Tizzy Lunch! Tizzy was made by Maraca from @petrichormeraki I use the prompt golden apple warning blood murder main character death broken bones and self doubt  breakdowns! enjoy
 Zedaph looked at the two other men in the room with fear in his eyes “guys I think tizzy forgot her lunch!” tango hummed “so kids forget their lunch every day she’ll be fine” it looks like impulse was about to agree before the peace is connected and he jumping up “yeah! but not our violent child that will get into a fight with anything and everything that moves!!” Tango realized what the other two were saying and a look of pure fear graces face “oh dear God we need to find our baby!”
Tizzy‘s anger was as sharp as our pickax. Tizzy was furious at her fathers! she was not weak! she could handle a couple explosions to the face! Soooo what if she did almost die last time they almost die every time! Besides it was her first boomer job how did they not expect her to mess up!
She wanted to fight something! anything! Tizzy looked around for what felt like forever! until she saw A party of Hoglund‘s. Tizzy wouldn’t usually attack the Hoglund‘s she was almost friendly with them she understand them, they were violent and she was violent, they were loyal and protective she was loyal and protective. Tizzy huffed as she casually strolled over to the small group. they didn’t attack her simply because of her golden bands around her arms replacing the normal iron one she usually wore.
With every step Tizzy’s blood boil, has she thought about the hushed conversation her parents had with her uncle B dubs, A conversation she should have been a part of! Tizzy slammed her sword into the first Hoglund skull with a satisfying crunch! “I can make my own decisions!” The Hoglund load their crossbows. “i’m not just a little girl! Especially one that needs protecting!” She flung herself at the next Hoglan with no remorse even as it squealed like it was begging for it life. “I could be so much more then just- just!” She slammed her fist into a Hoglan killing it on impact!
The senseless slaughter did little to help her, all it did was fuel the fire that now burned hotter. That burning fire fueled her as the next wave of Hoglund came towards her. Tizzy was a force to be reckon with on a bad day but like a day things must come to an end! Tizzy was exhausted this was pushing her limits to the max. The tired girl White her bloody sword on her pants as she walked away from The massacre that one bad day produced. “I should get back” as she began walking towards the direction of the nether portal she heard the sobbing crying? a gas! Tizzy forced herself up even though blood now poured from her leg.
Tizzy thanked every God that she knew of for the enchantments on her boots. To clarify Tizzy is not scared she was angry and annoyed! She was not sad or scared or upset she was angry and violent because that was a part of her that was unique! Her dad‘s were the kind gentle patient type they could usually think of a solution without violence! Tizzy let out a scream as she slams into a rib bone full force. The girl where are the broken sob as she clutched her nose that was gushing blood. Tizzy bit back the curses wanted to scream especially when her golden arm bands broke a part, she crawled underneath of the rib bone to take out her lunchbox…
“no~ no..NO !” She frantically searched through the little box there was only two pork chops? That wasn’t going to cut it! Two pork chops won’t fix deep bloody gashes! or A broken nose! But she realized a little too late let maybe yelling her dismay will get her killed so she ate the pork chops and started to run again just in time for another gas to scream and blow up her previous hiding place.
As she being cornered Tizzy began quickly digging out a small cubby in the nether rack she quickly in case herself in the wall, The sound of angry Hoglund surround her. Tizzy slumped down onto the hot nether rack and her fire flickered, there was no more adrenaline or anchor there was only pain and sadness a harsh regret that pounded at her heart. “is this really it!... am I going to die here?” The question was valid she remembered what her papa T told her the moment you start to feel the heat you should eat a golden apple... but she didn’t have a golden apple and she didn’t have her papa T! Or her papa Z or papa I! She didn’t have Junie,  Atlanta, Grumbot, Djali! Or even jiggles!
Tizzy was alone and she was scared and she took back everything she said before! she wanted protection! she wanted The pain to stop! she would even give up her spot on the boomers if it meant she could wake up in her bed like it was a bad dream. But A little flicker of anger came back “they were right!”  The anger was fragile and it burned “ is that what you wanted to hear! That I’m worthless that they were right!  that they were right that it would have been better if I was fired!” And like that the anger was replaced with sadness as Tizzy relive that moment
Her uncle B dubs started the conversation “listen fellas you know I love Tizzy to death but last time was a bit too close for my taste”
Her papa Z was furious when she walked through the door ears still ringing from the Close call “exactly what I was thinking dubs. So why in the hot tub‘s of nether would you three bring a child! To one of your jobs!” 
Tizzy‘s papa’s T and I tried to explain, but tango took the lead “Zed you know me an impulse would never let anything happen to tizzy on purpose-“
Zadaph stop to tango with the glare “oh Tango I know that... but something did happen! And that something almost killed our little girl!” 
B dubs nodded his head “Zedaph I’ll take the blame on this one I should have said no when they asked to bring Tizzy a long. I’ll take her off of the boomers list”
That was all because her could listen to before running to the nether portal... that’s when she started turning her sadness into anger.  “they were right...” tizzy allowed herself to break down “I am fragile. I am not a warrior! I am just some little girl running around with a sword? I’m just a little girl that wanted to be strong and powerful *sob* but look where that got me!” Tizzy continued sobbing as she clutched her stomach in pain she watched as hearts hearts went down “there’s so much I didn’t do! So much I could have said” tizzy watched as the final half heart Gently quivered ...
* Player fizzy_Tizzy1 has blood out 
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bbgurlkitty · 4 years ago
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Kinky story ~ waterfall
Warning: 18+ only
Genre: relationship
We were staying on a private island together on our honeymoon. We rented a pool with a breath-taking view of palm trees hanging over us. The sun is beating sun but there’s a nice, cool breeze. All alone, we decided we would go skinny-dipping.
We both have white ropes on. I dip my toes in the lukewarm water. It’s warm enough to feel inviting, but not too hot that it would burn my skin.
“You first,” I tell him, blushing and giggling.
“Alright,” he agrees, and throws his robe off, standing there naked. I stare at his sexy butt. His skin is sparkling in the sun. I love the hair all over his body. He looks like a wild beast. “Ahhh,” he says with relief, stepping into the water, “it feels so good.”
I stand there and watch him tread in the water. He sinks his head in and then comes up for air. He looks so relaxed and refreshed.
“C’mon, now,” he tells me.
So I drop my robe and watch him stare at my body with awe as he bites his lip. My breast feel especially plump and perky today. I run my hands over my body, feeling my hips, my waist, running my fingers through my hair. I feel so free!
He swims towards me and splashes water on me.
“Ahh!” I jump up and squeal, as he giggles. “Stop it!” I say.
“Hurry, you’re missing out,” he tells me, backing up to give me space to jump in.
I squat down and then splash my naked body into the pool. The water feels so therapeutic against my sore muscles. I dunk my head and then smooth my hair back.
He comes closer with a big smile. He grabs my face and gives me a soft kiss, which swiftly turns into a passionate make-out session.
I rub my hands against his sexy belly and pull him in closer so that our bodies are pressed together. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. I kiss his cheek, then his neck, then his ears, and then nibble on his earlobe. I breathe heavily into his ear.
He does the same, kissing my cheeks, my neck, my ears. He is nibbling and biting. He moans into my ear.
We go back to kissing but very slow and softly now.
“I love you,” I say into his ear.
“I love you so much,” he says right back into mine. “You are so beautiful and lovely.”
“Oh,” I moan, “you are so handsome and sexy, and you’re so sweet and wonderful.”
He presses his forehead into mine so that we are looking deep into each other’s eyes. His brown eyes are so dazzling, and he finds my blue-green eyes so enchanting.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says in a hazy voice.
“I can’t wait too,” I tell him.
By the side of the pool, are two beer cans. We crack them open and sip on them. We talk about how beautiful the scenery is, and how happy we feel. We laugh a lot and say a ton of funny jokes.
He lights up a very long joint that’s coated in kief. Sparking it up, he lets me take the first hit. I suck in a deep puff and then exhale hard. Coughing a little bit, I giggle and pass it back to him.
“How did you get to be so cute?” I pinch his cheeks, “you are soooo cute!!!” I squeal.
“You’re cuter,” he lightly pushes me, teasing me.
“No way,” I push him back.
“Yes way!” he pushes again, now splashing me a little.
Finishing up the joint, I splash him even more, and then dunk his head in the water. He grabs me and then throws me across the pool, as I scream, and land with a huge splash.
I chase him around the pool until I jump on top of his shoulders and cover his eyes. Then I reach in for a kiss.
He turns me around and then presses me against the wall, grinding his dick against my clit. He kisses me hard, squeezing my breast, as I grab onto his butt and dig my nails into it.
Next he lifts me up and carries me to the very end of the pool, where there is a huge waterfall. Standing right underneath, with the water pouring over us, we kiss.
A moment later, we step aside so that the waterfall is right next to us, and kiss more.
Our chemistry is so magnetic. I could never get sick of it. He is so physically attractive, but the attraction goes deeper than that, to a soul-level. His energy is so consuming. He is full of so much passion. He really makes the world a better place. When I look him deep in the eyes, time stands still, and nothing else matters, I can’t even see anything else. I know that it’s destiny. I know for sure that God created us, intending we would find each other and unite.
“Honey, you are the only one for me,” I tell him in all honesty. “I could never find happiness alone, or with anyone else. Not after knowing you.”
“Darling, you are my whole world,” he wraps his hands against my face, another kiss. “No one else can compare.”
“I was so nervous when we first met, I thought you were too good to be true, so that I couldn’t have you. But I always hoped deep down that we would end up together. I never gave up on that dream. I tried, but it was impossible,” I admit.
“I know we were both insecure, and we both played a lot of games, but I am so glad we finally made it,” he tells me.
“I was just trying to play it cool, and then I realized I needed to be honest about my feelings for you instead of keep on trying to hide it,” I say.
“I was very closed because I’m so easily hurt, because you mean so much to me. Every time you were distant, I felt like I needed to pull away and hide my vulnerabilities,” he says.
“I got so scared every time you pulled back, and my fears kept telling me to think negatively. I kept believing that you didn’t really care for me, that you didn’t really love me,” I say.
“I was so paranoid all the time, and I thought you would turn away and leave at any moment,” he says.
“Now I have so much more faith, and I know we are deeply in love with each other.”
“I am sure of it.”
“I’m sorry it took so long for both of us to open up. But down these walls are down for good.”
“I want to see every part of you from the inside out. And I want you to see every part of me.”
“Nothing can tear us apart,” I say.
“You can never get away from me,” he pulls me in even closer now, squeezing so hard, it hurts – but in a good way.
“Good,” I say.
We kiss even more.
And then we step out of the pool and dry off on a soft bed, both still completely naked.
Now we have pina coladas. He sparks up another joint that we share.
We talk more, and laugh more, and drink more, smoke more, and take in the absolutely beautiful scenery. I never felt more calm in my life.
I roll myself over on top of him, blushing and giggling. He looks deep into my eyes, giggling back, and pushing the hair out of my face.
“I don’t know why you make me laugh so much,” I chuckle, “I just feel so happy and excited around you.”
“Me too,” he agrees.
For a moment, we both pause, simply staring at one another like time is frozen.
“I want to make love to you,” I whisper in his ear.
“Give me everything,” he whispers back, “my one true love.”
More kissing, and then I head downwards, kissing his chest, and then his cute belly. I rub my face against his belly, it’s so manly and inviting. I kiss his belly-button. Then I lick around his stomach and he flinches because it tickles, and we both giggle even more.
Next I lick his cock as I fondle his balls. Jerking my hands against his cock, I shove it deep into my mouth until I gag. I continue blowing him for a moment as he moans out in ecstasy and pure pleasure.
Then he jumps up and pushes me down, hovering over me, he sucks on my boobs and licks my nipples. He presses his fingers against my belly-button ring and moves it around in a circle. He glides his face against the curves of my waist and I feel his stubble against my skin. He licks my stomach, then travels down to lick my inner thighs, massaging them lightly.
He rubs my clitoris until I’m soaking wet, then glides his fingers into my pussy. He licks my pussy all over and eats me out good. I moan and scream so loudly. My whole body is squirming around and trembling, I can barely stand it.
“Make love to me!” I beg.
He spreads my legs and rams his dick in deep. He goes harder and harder, slamming in and out. He flips me over and sticks his dick back in my pussy from behind. He slaps my booty over and over, until there’s a mark. Then he grips a handful of my ass as tight as he can. He beats my ass while continuing to slam his dick in me.
He rolls over and I roll on top of him and ride him like a cowgirl. He watches my breast bouncing up and down. As I’m riding him, he strokes his fingers hard against my clitoris. I scream out so loudly that it echoes across the whole island.
Now he jumps back on top of me and throws my legs in the air so that they’re pressed against his chest. He rolls his hips and I instantly orgasm, losing all control of myself and completely letting go. I cry out and my whole body shakes in ecstasy. I nearly black out, the pleasure is so strong. He watches me lose total control.
And finally, he lets himself go and orgasms too, finishing off.
We lay down together, catching our breath, totally worn out.
After a moment, we both jump back into the pool, still naked. He grabs yet another joint and once again sparks it up. We sit down so that the water is only up to our waist and share the joint. I rest my head on his shoulders, feeling blissful and protected.
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perpetuelledaydreaming · 5 years ago
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Back to you (Chapter I)
Summary:  Y/N Stark and Peter Parker are unconditionally in love with each other, being friends for years was just the step before making it official. BUT, just the weekend they became official Thanos and the snap happened, leaving Y/N broken: without friends, avengers family or Peter Parker. So, she has to move on, at least that’s what everyone’s telling her and she really tries to do it and who better to help her than Harry Osborn. But, has she really let Peter go? What if Tony Stark -genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist- knows how to bring Peter back? And what happens when he does? Is Y/N going to avenge again? Who’s going to lead the avengers now? Who is she going to choose? Harry or Peter? and who the hell is mysterio? *He doesn’t even go here*
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author’s note: This had to be SOOOO long but I’m really not feeling it like making it longer like I liked it as it is sooo yep. Anyway, this is basically just throwbacks because I think they are important to see the relationship and therefore to understand the impact? Next chapter will be brand new things with a new Y/N that can move on (not really) but we will meet someone super special. 
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You felt Peter’s leg behind your right ankle and you swore his eyes glimpsed with a little bit of regret as he swiped your legs from the floor, before you knew it you fell into the grey pad. You tried to regain a little bit of air that had escaped your lips as your shoulder blades hit the floor.
“I don’t like this game”, you groaned as you took a look at Peter who was holding you down by the shoulder.
Natasha was watching you closely, while Steve and Bucky were supervising Wanda and Sam. It was a normal Saturday in the Avengers Compound, you and Peter would drive up from New York in order to train with the others every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and on weekends. It was hard to keep it up, especially since you were still expected to meet all your academic compromises. But being an Avenger was an all-time job, you knew it and chose it.
“You were the one who wanted to train with me today” Peter shrugged as he gave you a sour look.
Peter had a hate-love relationship when it came to train with you, he loved spending time with you, but he knew that you would get frustrated with him:  his spidey-senses always being one-step-ahead of the game and his super strength, plus the fact that he hated seeing you hurt. For that reason, he almost always went up against Steve or Nat, but from time to time he trained with the others as well -mostly you- if you were being honest.
“Peter, stop talking” Nat addressed as she looked down at you two. “You don’t have much time now, stop playing around”
You smirked as Peter gazed up to respond to Nat’s claims, taking the chance you quickly threw a punch at his elbow, quickly destabilizing him and grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him away from you and into the floor with the help of your knee on his stomach. Peter groaned as he fell into the floor while seeing you stood up as fast as you could and gazing down at him with a smirk.
“Come on, underoos”, you grinned as you turned around and began running to take the flag that was on the other side of the room.
It could be maddening for you training with Peter, but you liked it. Not only because it made you a better fighter since you had to find a way in order to surprise Peter who had the advantage of having his spidey-senses but also because you liked how competitive you guys could get -and also, you loved how Peter looked with his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips-. It was somehow thrilling to be at that position with Peter, he was always so soft with you and still when training he was extremely delicate with the amount of force he used for each movement since he was scared of actually hurting you, but he didn’t pull back like he normally did and, for some reason, it gave you goosebumps only thinking about it.
Peter smirked as he used his web-shooters, pointing at your right ankle and then pulling it away, making you fall chest first into the grey pad.
“That’s not fair” You spat as you felt Peter running towards the flag, you glared at him. “If I knew we were going to use our tech, I would’ve worn my suit”
“Stop complaining” Peter answer as he ran.
Peter passed you with a wink as he giggled when you finally stood up, he began increasing his speed as he was approaching the flag, you frowned and began sprinting towards him, getting closer. You really hated running since you were used to flying and your usual training routine was combat fighting but running really wasn’t your thing, the only person who hated running more than you was Peter. He really, really didn’t like to run so when you lunged forward at him, tackling him completely, he wasn’t really surprised.
He fell the first face on the floor with a groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as you grimaced thinking about how much it hurt, still you couldn’t afford the losing time and had to focus on retaining Peter on the floor enough time for you to sprint towards the flag. Quickly, you tried to catch his right arm in order to fold it against his back, but you felt his back muscles contracting to give you enough notice to know he wanted to turn around in order to attack. Before Peter realized, you jumped high enough to avoid him pulling you into the ground like you’ve done, instead as soon as he had changed positions you sat on his lap again, while pinning his right arm with both of yours and his left one with your right foot.
He gazed bug-eyed at your feet on his wrist and then looked up to you smirking down at him and he felt hot by looking at you: your cheeks were blushed from the action and one strand of hair was falling from your ponytail, your chest was shining with sweat and your chest was moving up and down, covered on that black tank top that you usually wore when training.
“Like what you see, Parker?” You muttered as you gazed down at him and he couldn’t avoid the crimson red appearing on his cheek as his gazed linked again with your Y/E/C eyes.
But he could only remain silent and you felt electricity running through your body as his eyes pierced yours.
RINGGGG!
The alarm went off, snapping you from the moment and you stood up from the pad as quickly as you could, looking down at the floor and simply clearing your throat while Peter stood up, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.
Nat walked towards you, a deadpan look on her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips while she observed you quietly.
“It’s not funny anymore when you train without completing the mission,” Nat told you as you looked at her with your arms behind your back. It was actually the third time this week you hadn’t completed the task and it was finally getting under her skin.
“We are sorry, we didn-” Peter muttered as he placed a hand behind his back while he gazed at the Black Widow watching them with disappointment on her eyes.
“No, no more excuses” Nat remarked as she crossed her arms over her chest while breathing deeply. “You need to stop this, or you will not train together anymore since you’ve proven you can’t leave your flirty banter behind”
And that’s when your mouth dropped as you blinked faster than usual while looking at Natasha. Peter, on the other hand, wished that the earth could swallow him right there, he wanted nothing more than to disappear.
“What?” You snapped in disbelief.
“Oh yeah, the sexual tension can be felt from the other side of the room” Wanda added excitedly with a smirk while her, Bucky, Sam and Steve walked towards you.
“Language” Steve stated while he looked at her while shaking his head.
“Oh my god, stop”, you muttered as you covered your face with your hands, rolling your eyes as Wanda snickered with Sam. “It’s nothing like that, right Peter?”
It was the only thing you could think about in order to let it go, but Peter remained quiet for a few seconds more than you anticipated. You spun around to see a red widen eyed Peter looking at the floor, he was trying so hard not to look at you, fearing he will get more blushed if he saw you.
The truth was, Peter had a crush on you since day one. When Tony Stark appeared on his house, without previous notice, eating Aunt May’s burn cookies and telling him that he was being recruited, he thought his life couldn't possibly get more twisted. But he didn’t know what was coming, he didn’t know that at the moment he would arrive at the Avengers Building, his world would be turned around by another 16-year-old girl, no other than Tony Stark’s daughter.
He remembered it so vividly: your laugh, it had completely pulled him out from his conversation with Tony, who was showing him around the labs of the Avengers Tower, he turned around immediately and looked around -he actually didn’t know what intrigued him so much about it but he just had this urge to know who it came from- he gave a left and then a right and he found you in the middle of the lab. Bruce was helping you fix some gadgets of your first suit, you had built it mostly yourself but sometimes you would ask Bruce or your dad for advice. Bruce had done a stupid joke about ‘what was popping these days’ and you couldn’t help to laugh at how hard he tried with those dad jokes he always got out.
Peter stayed there, watching you for what it felt like an eternity for him before you caught on that someone what’s looking at you and for some reason you didn’t feel panic when you saw this unknown boy watching you, but you smile at him.
“Spider got your tongue kid?” Sam snorted as he watched Peter, who couldn’t get a word out of his mouth and he was starting to get so embarrassed.
You felt your heart thumping on your chest as more time passed without Peter actually saying anything. It had been after about six months of knowing him that you actually knew you fell for him, but it took at least five more to admit it to yourself. Peter had actually been the first real friend you had in your life, you could tell anything to him, you actually felt like he would never leave your side and it was the best feeling but the most terrifying you had. For some reason, maybe mommy issues since she hadn’t actually been there for you, it was hard to let anyone in and hell, being the daughter of Tony Stark didn’t make it easy to let people in. Therefore, it was ten times harder for you to admit that you were unconditionally in love with Peter Parker.
“See what you did? You broke him!”, you barked at the others as you glared at them. “Come on, Peter”, you announced as you held his hand and started walking away from the others.
“I wasn't finished, Y/N” Nat yelled as you got closer to the door.
But you didn’t want to stay there no more, and you didn’t want them to insinuate more things that were making Peter clearly uncomfortable and hurting you when he didn’t reply, was it so bad for him to imagine sexual tension with you?
Six months later you would find out that it wasn’t true, that Peter was more than happy to flirt and have sexual tension with you, but it would all be for nothing because less than a week later he would turn into ashes.                                                           …
“Y/N, Y/N” Tony repeated, the sound was muffled by all the blankets that were covering you. You heard him rumbling in your room, cursing to himself as he might have stepped on some clothes or food. “Y/N wake up”
He was angry, you knew that he was, but the thing was that you didn’t care.
When you saw Peter turning into ashes, you really thought something had just turned off inside of you. To be completely honest, you didn’t remember much after it and you didn’t bother asking your dad when you woke up in a stranded spaceship. Nebula and your dad were trying to fix the ship in order to make it home and you didn’t know if you made it worse, you didn’t want to and you really tried to get focus on helping your dad but you felt mostly numb, it was like you were on a catatonic state, you snapped out from it momentarily when your dad needed help with his wound.
But other than that, everything turned dark, you were sure that if it wasn’t for Carol coming for you, then you wouldn’t have made it longer and the worst thing was that you felt like you couldn’t help yourself.
“Y/N I’ve had enough” Tony’s shout woke you up from your thoughts and you uncover yourself from the blankets.
You watched your father’s face contorted as he looked at you, you knew you didn’t look good. You had a dark purple bag under your eyes, the liner and mascara didn’t help much, and he could tell you had been crying -again-, your hair was dull and lifeless, and you were breaking out. But for Tony, the most upsetting thing was your eyes, how they depicted incredible sadness and it hurt his heart seeing you like this.
He hated it.
“What?” You muttered as you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hands.
“Y/N I’ve had enough. Enough with the drinking, enough with staying in bed three days in a row, enough with the partying, enough with the drugs. You need to stop”, Tony stated as he looked at you concerned.
You scoffed.
“I don’t do drugs”, was the only thing that came out from your mouth as you decided to look at the hour on your phone, but it was too bright.
“I know you haven’t, but I saw that little bag you have there, and I know you’ve had it for a while”, Tony stated in silence, his eyes were piercing you as you tried to look away.
It was true, you had tried to keep it hidden for a while now. When you were in one of your little adventures, those nights out in one of the clubs still working after the snap, someone had handed them to you and you had been drunk enough just to place them in your back pocket. When you woke up and you saw them, you immediately knew you had to throw them away, but you simply didn’t, you didn’t want to think why.
You remained silent.
“The thing is, Y/N, I used to know you would never use them but now I’m not so sure”, Tony stated a deadpan expression in his face.  
It had honestly been a while since you felt like something actually hit you, that something made you react. You had been feeling numb ever since the snap and you had been especially trying to keep it together as much as you could in front of your dad, hence why you remained distance. You wanted to believe that he or any other remaining Avenger didn’t know you were that bad, you honestly tried but it had gotten worse and worse as the time passed. For you, everyone was trying to get past it, working to fit themselves into this new hopeless world. Especially your dad and Steve who were so resilient because of their past experiences that you felt like you were actually just dragging everyone down.
The only one you thought was feeling the same way was Natasha, but you ended up placing distant again and again because as she tried to let you talk, you couldn’t without feeling the urge to hurl. And so, you had built so high walls around you, around your heart and you simply tried to remain to yourself, tried to keep it together and simply carry your problems somewhere else and numb them as better as you could.
“Dad…”, you whispered, you tried so hard not to let the tears spill once again because your eyes were so tired of them, but you couldn’t help yourself. “I’m sorry”, were the only words that slipped out of your mouth before you began sobbing uncontrollably.
He felt his heart clenching on his chest as he saw your body trembling uncontrollably, once you let out the first tear, the rest followed like an unbroken stream. It was tough seeing you like this, he was so sorry you had lost almost everyone when Thanos had snapped away half of humanity and he knew you had it rougher than anyone because of your age.
While you were stranded into outer space, Tony really thought it was the exhaustion and grief and trauma, but that you would be okay as time passed, especially considering that Pepper had survived, and your little sister was on the way. But once you returned and you began staying more and more in your room, then you started sneaking out at night and then you simply stopped talking.
He especially knew it when entering your room while you were sleeping after you arrived at 5:00 a.m. he saw you watching a video of you and Peter. You were messing around that day at the MOMA, you were trying to take does “couple-like” pictures where you are holding Peter’s hand while dragging him into another exhibition. There was no way you were going to get over that easily, he thought.
“Honey, it’s going to be okay” Tony muttered as he began holding you, you looked extremely tiny as you let yourself melt in your father’s hands after so many months trying to ‘keep it together’ as you could.
“It’s just not fair. Wanda’s gone, Vision’s gone so is Bucky and Sam. Not even Ned, MJ, Betty or Flash didn’t survive”, you explained your father between sobs. “And Peter, we were going to be together and we wanted to do so much”
Tony knew it wasn’t fair and he still had nightmares of you crying over the ashes of Peter. He had lost the boy and it broke his heart.
“I know, this broke your heart in ways that I can only imagine” Tony assured you as he played with your hair. “And I know you got it worse than many of us”
You simply nodded in agreement, as your mind flashed moments when you were working with Peter on your lab when you were having training sessions with Wanda, when you went for pizza with the Midtown gang, but it was all gone.
“I always thought it would get easier”, you inhaled deeply as you tried to calm yourself without much success, “
And so, Tony shook his head and he clasped your face in his hands, so you could look at him. His gaze was strong and there was a little smile on his face.
“It does get any easier kid if you are ready to work for it”, Tony’s stated as he looked at you tenderly, “I understand it’s harder for you, you lost a lot. But there are people who lost even more than us. You have me, Pepper is here and that little monster on Pepper’s belly, she’s going to be here soon. You have a family here and we love you. It might not be the one you had, but we are here.”
And as your father said those words, with his eyes on the verge of tears but that also dripped so much love, you stopped crying. Your tears came to an end and it was the first time in a while that you simply stopped at will, not because you were too tired, and you fell asleep or because they didn’t come out anymore.
“I’m so sorry”, you whispered, overwhelmed but the new feeling. “I just don’t know how to be me, I’ve been feeling so off this last seventh months and I just don’t know how”
Tony smiled because those words simply brought him back to the cave with Yinsen when he first created Mark 1. Don’t waste it, don’t waste your life, Stark, he thought.
“You simply don’t waste it honey”, his voice breaking a bit as he pulled you into a hug. “Peter wouldn’t let you waste it.”
And then something clicked on you.
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“You have to be kidding me…”, you spat out as your suit quickly materialized around you while you were walking out with Peter from this pizza place on Lower Manhattan you loved when you saw Scorpion jumping from one of the buildings, from the D.A. building and people were screaming like crazy on the streets.
Peter ran inside to put on his suit while he was cursing to himself, you couldn’t help to scoff as you saw how Scorpion was growling, scaring bystanders.
It had been a couple of months of Scorpion attacking New York and making you incredibly annoyed. You were in finals and Junior year was actually getting to you since you had to start sending college applications soon. Everyone, apparently, knew where they wanted to go and what they wanted to do, MJ was clearly sociology on Columbia and then she would go for Law, MIT was a no-brainer for Ned, Flash was actually thinking of taking a sabbatical semester to travel and Betty had been already taking classes on Yale. Everyone but you and Peter. He was actually as confused as you were on what to do: He knew he wanted a degree, but he also knew that he wanted to be a full-time Avenger like Steve or Tony, but he didn’t know exactly which came first.
You had been actually discussing with your dad your career path since you actually didn’t know if you were going to MIT. It hadn’t been pretty breaking it up to him the day before and Peter had decided to buy you a slice of pizza to make it better.
Well, until Scorpion decided to make an appearance.
“Come on out to play Stark, come out to play with Spider-man” Scorpion sang from the entrance of the D.A.’s office and his eyes gleamed with malice when he saw you in your suit, landing in front of him.
If you were being completely honest, Scorpion didn’t scare you at first but in more recent attacks you had been noticing that his suit grew more and more complex with time and now you were kinda nervous. He always managed to knock you out enough time to escape before you could get back up or before the other Avengers who weren’t on missions would come and help you.
“H.A.P.P.Y, please evacuate all the civilians from 35th street to 50th street. Notify first responders and also my dad and Steve”, you muttered as you crack your neck. It had been a rough training yesterday with Nat, but you felt more prepared.
“Will do, Miss Stark”, H.A.P.P.Y. spoke in your ear.
Scorpion laughed at you and as he started dangling from the first floor, you saw who he was holding with his tail, the D.A. was shitless scared being squeezed by the villains’ tail as a white cloth was wrapped around her mouth.
“You know Stark, Mr. D.A. right here didn’t think I could be more than an actual private investigator, she didn’t think I could become a hero, even bigger than Spider-man, hell even better than Iron Man.” Scorpion laughed as he licked his lips.  
“Don’t flatter yourself”, you said as your suit quickly calculated which was the best move to remove the D.A. from Scorpion’s tale. “You really think you could be better than Iron Man? You can’t even reach Spider-man’s levels”
“I don’t know if that’s an insult or a compliment”, Peter said into the com as he landed on the building's window, crawling over the windows.
Scorpion growled as he turned around and watched Peter crawling closer and closer to him. “I’m a real hero, you freak!” He yelled as he lunged towards Peter, climbing the building again but being distracted enough to let the D.A. a little bit looser on his tail.
You smiled to yourself as you flew silently towards Scorpion while he kept climbing the building going after Peter who was executing a flawless gymnastics routine as he dodged every single hit that Scorpion sent his way, thanks to his spidey senses.
Peter knew each and every one of the movements that he was throwing and for most of it, he was avoiding his claws from ripping his body while trying to immobilize them with the web. But for some reason, they weren’t that strong for him anymore.
And he got a feeling that it wasn’t good.
But you weren’t paying much attention as you quickly and silently as you could take a hold of the D.A.’s hand. Always take a hostage to a safe place first, then attack the enemy, you thought as your mask quickly disappear as you smiled to calm the D.A. down.
“Hey Mrs. Beck”, you smiled as you took off the cloth and she inhaled sharply. “I’m getting you out of here, but I need you to hold my hand really tight”
The only thing she could do was a nod in affirmation as you smiled, and the mask materialized back. You flew a little bit farther away, while still moving in sync with Scorpion’s movements against Peter. You were on the sixth floor by now and knew it would get even risky if you didn’t execute your plan. Breathing deeply, you pointed your left hand at the Scorpions tale, a safe distance from the D.A.’s and fired.
Scorpion howled as his tail quickly loosen up from the D.A.’s body and you knew it was your moment. You pulled the D.A. from his tail and with your left hand you shot the closest window to your left, then as carefully as you could give the circumstances you threw the D.A. into the building, making sure she landed on the mat floor between some desks.
She did, she stood up as soon as she could and began running into the building.
“Okay Peter, D.A. is secure now w-”, were the only things that left your mouth as Scorpions tail came careening towards you, slamming into you and throwing you towards the building next door.
It was so fast and so hard, that you didn’t even realize you had crashed against several windows and found yourself into one of the offices of the next building. You groaned as you stood up a little bit dizzy and watched as Peter was trying so hard to stop Scorpion from coming for you, webbing him up as he said.
“Y/N, go!” Peter screamed into your com as Scorpion ripped the last web he had placed on his claw and had a few missing steps to crawl into the building you had fallen into. A sullen expression was drawn on his face as his twisted smile as he violently crawled closer and closer to you, the building shaking with every move he made.
You were right, he had gotten bigger and stronger.  
“Fuck fuck” you mumbled to yourself as you jumped from the building and tried to fly as fast as you could outside the building, but it didn’t exactly go your way.
You jumped from the broken window as soon as you could, figuring it would be okay and you would get steady later but then you felt his strong grip on your ankle. You didn’t think he could touch you, you didn’t think he would but as closer, as it got, you got little to no time to react to his claws when you felt a sharp sting on your ankle and you screamed.  
“You are dead meat, Stark!” He yelled with a growl as he held onto you, not allowing you to fly.
You turned around, ready to fire any number of shots for him to let you go but you didn’t need to because as soon as you gazed into Scorpion’s scarred eye you saw Peter. He was doing a chokehold on Scorpion, who was already turning purple and before you knew it, he had released you.
“Y/N I got you, go!” Peter yelled as you flew a little bit farther away, stunned by how quickly Peter had entered to help you.
But before you could say anything, you saw how Scorpion, with the same claw he was holding you with, reached for Peter and snatched him from his back, ripping Peter’s suit and painfully drawing three marks on Peter’s back that quickly gush out blood.
He screamed.
“PETER!”, you screamed as you watched with horror how Scorpion threw Peter from behind his back into the air.
And you felt your stomach dropping while Scorpion smiled sinisterly at the boy falling into the air but his smile faded away when he saw The Falcon flying towards him, firing shots while he made a run for it.
Peter was trying to react, to pull a web quickly so he could swing but the thing was the scratches -that would heal up quickly because of his power- had reached his muscles. Therefore, he failed and failed to really use his web-shooters and he was going to try again, one more time because the floor was getting closer and closer as the seconds passed.
When suddenly he stopped, he stopped falling into nothingness and when he opened his eyes, you were holding him. He smiled under his mask.
“Steve, he’s going out, his losing too much blood help”, Peter heard you said into the com, he was indeed seeing less and less. “I got you right back”, you whispered as you almost reached the floor where Steve was waiting for you two.                                                         / 
You were holding Peter’s hand in the white and grey room on the medical wing in the Avengers compound, he was laid on his stomach because of his injuries. Thankfully, the available Avengers had come as quickly as they could from the compound, they still didn’t catch Scorpion who quickly disappeared when he threw Peter from the air and avoided Sam but at least there hadn’t been as much damaged as it could.
It annoyed you that he was still out though, especially after what he did to Peter.
You knew he was going to recover fast, by the night there would only be scars there and he wouldn’t be in the medical wing for more than a couple of hours, but you still worried about him, a lot. You weren’t actually ready to say it out loud, that you were actually falling in love with your best friend. It was weird because it started small, if we were being honest, you hadn’t even noticed but then it hit you like a cold shower and now you only pictured him with you.
“He’s going to be okay, you know that, right?”, Steve’s words snapped you out of your thoughts, you gazed at the door where he was with his arms crossed and leaning on the frame of the door.
You rolled your eyes, he had recently done one of those infomercials for the board of education and it had been ingrained into your memory when they showed your uncle on GYM class.
“Yeah, I know. I just …”, you licked your lips trying to catch the right words, “I just don’t want him to wake-up alone, this is one of those time where he was really hurt”
You nodded and swallowed hard as Steve’s eyes pierced you, but your eyes remained on Peter’s soft features, his eyelashes, his mouth, his nose… you liked to see him this calm.
“You know, Peter knew better than to approach Scorpion like that.” Steve said as he watched you from the door, “We practiced it a few weeks ago with Nat, he knew that he needed to be certain that the subject was weak, that he could overpower him”
Your eyes finally left Peter, watching Steve suspiciously about what he was saying.
“I know how to do a safe chokehold, you taught me.”, you let out silently, since you didn’t want to wake Peter.
“I’m just saying that if he did that today, knowing the risk that it entailed, he must really like you”, Steve whispered with a smirk on his face and you felt the crimson red growing on both of your cheeks as your eyes quickly focused on your hold on Peter’s hand.
“Oh my god, we are just friends”, you whispered back and tried your voice not to crack under the pressure as you looked at Steve who was smiling a bit. “We are best friends, can’t you let it go?”
“I’m just saying that he really cares about you and… it’s okay if you really care about him in that way”, Steve let out and you swear that if Peter somehow heard this conversation then you would probably die of embarrassment.
“H.A.P.P.Y can you lead Mr. Captain America to his room on the compound before I have to get up?”, you murmured as you glared at Steve who simply raised his hands and giggled as he began walking away.
“He really likes you Y/N” Steve let out before the door of the room closed.
You breathe a little easier once Steve left but you couldn’t help smiling a bit as you held Peter’s hand a little bit tighter.
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stressedkitkatttt · 5 years ago
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Can you do a fluff of the reader saying Richard and him bringing her around aaliyah for the first time
I am soooo sorry this came out so late anon! I swear I didn’t forget about it! I wanted to finish this the night you gave me the request then school started back up and things got a little more hectic…..*I also know nothing of Aaliyah’s custody arrangement between Richard and Yocelyn. So the situation mentioned is not real in any way, and if it is, it’s purely a coincidence that I guessed it right.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Aaliyah(she’s too adorable), Aaliyah gets hurt(for a brief second), reader has slight anxiety(nothing too serious), Richard being a little softie, mentions of sex(mentioned for like .5 seconds)
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You and Richard have been dating for a few months and you can honestly say he makes you the happiest girl in the world. He treats you like a queen, takes you out for dinner, and not mention how good the sex was. His parents liked you as well. Almost every time you see them they had nothing but good things to say about you. And how every time Richard sees them he can’t stop talking about you.
All this was nice but there was a person you still had yet to officially meet. Richard’s other world and princess: Aaliyah. Though you’ve been with Richard for a few months you have yet to actually meet Aaliyah. She was either with her mom, sleeping, or you were too busy with work.
This weekend, however, Richard had set up a day at the park where you, him, and Aaliyah could bond. To say you were excited was an understatement. After all, this is gonna be the first time you meet Aaliyah. How could you not be happy? You’ve seen enough of Richard’s Instagram and Snapchat stories to know somewhat of what to expect with Aaliyah. She seemed so sweet and innocent.
When the weekend finally came around, you were both excited and nervous. You were basically meeting someone you knew almost everything about but has no idea who you are. Weird how that works out? How you can know everything about someone and never meet them in person. You get lost in your thoughts about the different scenarios that could happen.
“Y/N. You ready to go?” Richard breaks you from your thoughts by placing his hand on your thigh. You grin widely and nod, following him to the car. You get in the passenger seat and Richard gets into the driver’s seat. You couldn’t help the nervous tapping of your foot.
Richard looks over at you, reaching a hand over to squeeze your knee reassuringly. “You’re gonna be fine. Aaliyah loves meeting new people.”“I know, I’m fine. I’m just more excited than nervous.” You reply, reaching to intertwine your hand with his. When the car reaches a stoplight, Richard turns to you and places a kiss on your lips.
When you reach the park where Yocelyn is going to drop off Aaliyah, Richard finds an open parking space. He turns the car off and turns to look at you. You were looking the in the mirror of the sun visor, making sure there was nothing in your teeth when you felt Richard’s eyes on you. You turn to face him. “Do I look okay?”
He doesn’t reply immediately, entranced by the way you look in the sun’s rays. Almost like you were glowing. You take his non-verbal response and quickly check the mirror again. He suddenly grabs your hand again and tells you to look at him. “You are so beautiful,” he looks deep into your eyes. “You look absolutely perfect.” You could hear the genuine tone in his voice. He really meant what he said.
You’ll admit, seeing Richard’s softer side was a nice change once in a while. He leans in and lands a kiss on your lips. You kiss back. It didn’t take much effort to get either of you hooked. You only stopped when a car pulled into the spot next to you. You look past Richard and see Yocelyn in the driver’s seat.You stay in the car for a moment, taking a few deep breaths and fixing your shirt…. well, fiddling with it. You hear another car door open and Richard exclaims, “Hey there baby girl!” Followed by an excited, high-pitched, “Daddy!” You can’t help but smile. You open the door and get out, looking over the car and seeing Richard hold up Aaliyah up in the sky. She’s giggling and laughing like crazy.
You close your door and wait patiently while Richard and Yocelyn talk. Aaliyah, still in Richard’s arms, looks over his shoulder and sees you. You smile and wave, making her giggle and wave back shyly. When they finish talking, Yocelyn sees you and gives a little wave before turning to Aaliyah and telling her to be good. She gets in her car and drives away.
Richard turns to you and smiles, Aaliyah now facing you. “Aaliyah, this is Y/N,” he says to her. She smiles and suddenly becomes all shy. The faintest “Hi” reaches your ears and you reply in kind. “Are you ready to go play?” She nods and gets all excited again. He puts her down and holds her hand while you guys walk across the parking lot.
Thankfully there aren’t many kids and the second Richard lets go of her hand, she’s off and running. You both stick close to her, though it’s hard to follow her through the tunnels. Watching Aaliyah having so much fun on the playground made you think back to your childhood days and a sudden rush of nostalgia hits you. God how you wished you were a kid again.
Arms wrap around your waist and a familiar cologne pull you from the trance and you lean into Richard’s embrace. “What’re you thinking ‘bout?” His sentence is muffled.
“Oh, just how I wish I was a kid again.” You keep an eye on Aaliyah as she moves through the structures. Richard hums against your skin, leaving little pecks here and there. You both jump when you hear crying. You run towards the source of the noise, Richard right behind you. You turn a corner and see Aaliyah on the ground crying. You rush to her side and look for wounds.
You’re shocked to see when she looks up at you and makes grabby hands. You reach down and pick her up, letting her cry into your shoulder. Richard turns the corner to see you gently rubbing her back and calming her down. He walks over and makes sure that she’s alright. You walk to a bench and sit down while rubbing comforting circles on her back. When her cries die down she leans back and looks at you with glossy eyes. “Are you gonna be okay?” She sniffles and nods, a little smile peeking on her lips.
You set her down gently only to have her tug your hand and drag you to the structures. So caught up in helping Aaliyah, you didn’t realize that since you sat down on the bench, Richard was recording. Aaliyah took your full attention. You chased her around the playground and pretended to scare her coming down the slide, only resulting in her screaming and giggling, running off again.
The day seems to drag on forever and soon Aaliyah was finally getting tired. You let her go down the slide one last time before picking her up and turning to walk back to Richard. Only to see him on his phone….. Recording. “Richard! Are you recording me?!” You walk towards him as he puts his phone down.
“No…” he grins like the Cheshire cat. You roll your eyes and walk towards the car. He laughs and follows you, helping you put Aaliyah in her car seat. You put a blanket over her and she holds it tight before falling asleep. You both get in the car and Richard pulls out onto the road and drives home.
The drive is silent as not to wake up the princess, who fell asleep mere moments after getting the blanket. You grab Richard’s hand and intertwine it with yours, the gesture making him turn and smile for a moment. When you get home you carefully maneuver sleeping beauty to her room and put her to bed. Closing the door you both let out a sigh of relief and make your way to your bedroom. Though the clock says 3:00, you both had a tiring day. You faceplant into the soft covers and make Richard laugh.
“Having kids isn’t easy, is it?” He looks down at you.
You grumble out a response but it’s muffled and Richard laughs again. He follows you and pulls you to his chest.
There’s silence for a moment before Richard breaks it, “So, I assume you like Aaliyah?”
You turn in his arms and look up at him, “Like her? Richard, I love her! If you keep her with me long enough that kid is gonna get away with murder.” You laugh. Richard joins you, knowing that Aaliyah could wrap just about anyone around her little finger. “Now shut up, I’m trying to sleep.” He huffs and soon he feels your breathing change; becoming slower and deeper.
He never expected to find someone he genuinely loved. Granted, it had only been about 3 months since you guys started “officially” dating but he felt something with you that he had never felt with anyone else. You made him smile, could make him laugh, and not to mention just how flawless you were in his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of you. He had to admit, he did sometimes get ahead of himself, thinking he loved someone when really it was just a fling with a pretty girl but you were so much different. Maybe he’ll take it slower this time. Actually, get to know you and understand you.
Then maybe. Just maybe……
You could be the one for him.
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You wake to the ping of notifications. You grab your phone and rub your eyes to see all your social media blowing up. Richard must’ve posted the videos…
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Omg…… I fucking loved writing this! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a long time! Not to mention all the people that don’t know how to drive in the snow and hit all the power lines they can my internet service is not the best where I live(basically the internet company doesn’t give two fucks about its customers). But after all the complaining, they sent me an expensive modem for free(after complaining for like a year-and-a-half). So I should be able to post more often now!
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