#School has been kicking my ass oopsies

[crowtheghost]

Toodles is a great detective.. Too Good Even.

[the-writing-ninja]

Blueprints

[Synopsis: Samuraishipping confession (Nya x Pixal)]

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[A bright and sunny day, Kai and Nya are out in the monastery's training grounds, fighting dummies and chatting.]

Nya: NO Kai, I DO NOT like her that way.

[Nya lets out a grunt and kicks a practice dummy so hard that she ends up breaking it.]

Kai: (Stunned (and scared)) ....

Kai: Tell that to the dummy, holy fuck.

Nya: UGH.

[She kicks the dummy again and is ready to storm off.]

[But then, she appears, as gorgeous as ever.]

Nya: Oh heyyy Pixal!

Kai: Hey Pix.

Pixal: Greetings!

Pixal: Nya, if you're free may I ask for some assistance?

Nya: O-ofcourse- w-with what Pixal?

Pixal: I require help with designing the new mechs. I have a few plans but I am facing some difficulty with the finalization.

Nya: Ofcourse! I would love to help!

Kai: (whispering) Oh you would just LOOOOVE to help right?

Nya: (whispering) One more word and I will not hesitate to drown you.

Pixal: My apologies, you both seem busy, I shall go and ask Zane.

Nya: Nonono I am completely free. Trust me! My schedule hasn't been this empty in ages!

Kai: (whispering) Hah, simp.

[Nya blasts Kai with a huge gush of water and he lands face-first on the monastery's mural-wall.]

Pixal: ...?

Nya: Don’t worry about it, I just saw a bug on his shoulder. Anyway, lead the way Pixal.

Pixal: If you insist.

[Nya and Pixal leave.]

Kai: (Gets up) Ah, young love~

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[Pixal and Nya are in the underground HQ, going over Pixal's building plans for the new mechs.]

Nya: These are all brilliant Pixal! I really don’t know how to choose just one..

Pixal: (Smug) I try.

Nya: (Sarcastic) Oh, soo humble.

[They both laugh.]

[Nya manages to snatch a quick glance at her beautiful laugh, and it makes her feel butterflies.]

[Dammit.]

[Well, Nya had known about this for awhile, even Kai did, but she had tried her best to not acknowledge it.. even going as far as to deny it all together.]

[She didn't want to ruin their friendship.]

[But at that moment,]

[She knew she couldn't avoid it anymore.]

[While Nya was lost in her own world, Pixal had gone back to her blueprints. Talking to Nya about the ins and outs of the mechs.]

Pixal: What do you think, Nya?

[Nya snapped back to reality.]

Nya: Oh, yeah, I-I uh think, it- might work?

Pixal: Affirmative.

[Pixal goes back to editing the blueprints further.]

[...]

[Well,]

[Say something.]

Nya: ...Say Pixal,

Nya: Can I tell you something?

Pixal: Mhm?

Nya: (Takes a deep breath)

Nya: So,, I've been developing feelings for you and I... I wanted to ask you if you'd like to.. go out,, y'know like. On a date. Sometime.

Pixal: ...

[Shocked by the nindroid's lack of a response, the master of water starts to panic.]

Nya: Of-ofcourse I-I don't want to make you feel like i'm pushing you into this and you have the full right to say n-

Pixal: Nya..

Pixal: I've been considering to "ask you out" for a while too.

Nya: Really?!

[Pixal lets out a short laugh.]

Pixal: If you wish to confirm it, go ask Zane.

Nya: (Blushes) ...you've talked about me with Zane...?

Pixal: I believe the correct word here would be "Gushed".

Nya:

Nya: God how do you flirt so effortlessly,,,

Pixal: ..Flirt?

Nya: [IT'S UNINTENTIONAL!?]

Nya: Oh, wow.

Pixal: Mhm?

Nya: Nevermind that,,

Nya: Let's uh, finish these mechs now,, shall we?

Pixal: It would be my pleasure, my beautiful girlfriend.

[Pixal looks into Nya's deep hazel eyes, takes her by the hand and leans in,]

Pixal: !Wait.

Nya: (Bright red and now confused) ...??

Pixal: I forgot to ask for your consent. Are you alright with doing this yet?

Nya: (Sighs) Pixal....

Nya: I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks..

[Nya puts her hand on Pixal's cheeks. She can feel the sensors on her face getting warm.. cute.]

[She pulls her in for a soft kiss.]

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[oleander-comic]

Something Something Burnout

DON'T LET THE TITLE OF THIS POST ALARM YOU lmao. I'm not quitting or taking a hiatus (a super long one, anyways) or anything like that. I do really really want to see the this to the end.

As most of you know, earlier this year my pacing was absolutely mental. I mean, updating every 2-4 weeks. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep that up forever and this post was probably a long time in the making.

Recently, working on this comic has felt more like a chore than a hobby/side project, and I don't want that to get worse! The last update, which was 7 pages total, was the update that took me the longest. Now, it's been more weeks since the last update than pages I have sketched. SO as you can see, my pace has slowed.

The slowed pace is for a multitude of reasons. School is kind of kicking my ass right now, I have other free-time activities I've been doing (I started reading for fun again!!), and, most of all, I can feel burnout on my heels. And I kind of have burnt out a little?

This next chapter, Chapter 12, will be the last update of 2023. It won't be particularly long, but I'm taking my time. It'll be November or maybe even December before I'm finished because of my slowed pace. In 2024 I'm going to focus more on myself and my (rapidly declining -_- oopsies) mental health, so there definitely won't be another 13 chapters in one year lol.

In this past year, the response to this comic has been overwhelming in a positive way. This account recently reached 200 followers!!! That's such a big number to me and I want to give each and every one of you a hug.

So yeah. Sorry for the longer post (hence why I added the readmore). I just had a lot to say and wanted to make a pretty big serious post about the state of myself and the comic.

:)

-Xebec

[2hightocare]

CAUGHT UP!

KUWTB AU! ☆ pre Iseul.. (THANK YOU FOR 2k followers 💋)

Synopsis: high sex in the middle of the kitchen was fun until… it wasn’t.

Pairings: Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, kitchen sex, oc and jk being high out of their minds, choking, pussy eating, hair pulling, make out, unprotected sex, usage of weed, they get caught mid act, kook is so pussy whipped, cute fluff in start and end, doggy and missionary, creampie.

a/n: yes spoiler: kuwtb couple were lil potheads before Iseul, but I’m finally back— school has been absolutely been kicking my ass but tomorrow last day so thank god. I’ll try to finish editing ‘love wager’ second chapter tomorrow so you guys can have it soon… I wrote this while I was extremely baked and made me reminisce how good high sex is. 🤍

"Baby, why are you here?" A small whisper comes from your boyfriend as he makes his way to you on the counter, ruffled hair, no shirt in sight—leaving his tattoos fully on display for you to see. His gray sweatpants lay loosely on his hips with a small glimpse of his boxers peeking at the top.

"I couldn’t sleep," you pout, inserting a spoonful of vanilla ice cream into your mouth, causing the metal spoon to clink with your teeth.

"You could've woken me. I reached for you to cuddle because I was cold and you weren’t there," he juts out his bottom lip, making a small smile crack on your face as he makes his way between your hanging legs off the kitchen cold counter. His larger hands sit on top of your bare thighs, warming them up as he slowly rubs figure eights on the skin. "You looked like you were sleeping comfortably," you mirror his actions, pouting your lips out—putting the ice cream down beside you, pulling him in closer.

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, sleep clearly visible on his face as he blinks more slowly than usual. "You know I can’t sleep without you," your boyfriend whines like a child as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, smelling your scent. "You're cute," you mumble as you feel his hands reach under your oversized hoodie, wrapping his arms around your waist.

It was mid-November, two days before Thanksgiving, and everyone had decided to rent a large cabin in the woods. Here you are, sitting atop the luxurious wooden counter, with everyone sleeping peacefully in assigned rooms.

“You’re so warm, Bluetooth some to me,” Jungkook whispers as you run your cold hands behind his bare back, making him shiver. “Cold, baby,” he groans softly, a hint of amusement in his voice as you work on his back and muscles.

“Oopsies,” you giggle in his ear, trying not to be loud enough to wake everyone upstairs. “What were you doing before I came down besides eating ice cream?” Your boyfriend sparks up a conversation after a few seconds of comfortable silence, where you just hear each other's breathing patterns. “I smoked,” you lay your head on his shoulder—running your fingers through his hair as he plays with your belly piercing.

“Are you high?” Your boyfriend peeks up from your neck with a loose smile. “Not yet,” you pull his hair backward before pressing a smooch on his lips, a big smile breaking out on his face.

“Want some?” You wiggle your eyebrows, pulling out the wax pen, placing it in front of his mouth. Jungkook chuckles before wrapping his lips around the mouthpiece of the pod. He inhales slowly as his eyes bore into you, tapping your pouted lips for you to open. You do as said quickly. Jungkook exhales a thick cloud of smoke before quickly inhaling back in—a clean ghost—before blowing the rest of the smoke into your mouth.

A series of coughs rush out of your mouth, making you slap a hand in front of your mouth as your boyfriend laughs, before untangling himself from your legs and making his way to the refrigerator, getting you a water bottle, before making his way back to you again, whose shoulders are jumping from the silent coughs.

“Drink this,” your boyfriend passes you the water bottle right after opening the cap for you. You nod, taking the bottle from his hand and taking a sip, calming the tight feeling in your chest. “So, smoke sesh? What do you say?” He whispers, tucking away a loose piece of your hair out of your face.

You both were high out of your minds. If it wasn’t already clear from the bloodshot eyes, but the way you guys are acting would be a clear sign. Jungkook munches on the Cheez-It’s he found in the cabin's kitchen, as he watches you devour cosmic brownies with a hushed laugh. You stare at your boyfriend from your sitting position on the counter, your heart beating fast from how high you were as your boyfriend is the complete opposite—relaxed, going about how flying cars will be super expensive in the future.

“Like the economy is already shit, imagine in a few years when flying cars come out they’re going to be billions of dollars, baby, like I want a flying car,” he rambles—as you are trying to calm down your heart rate, which is slowly starting to decrease. “There would be so many accidents if we had flying cars,” you say, actually thinking of the possibility.

“Why would there be so many accidents, baby?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before shoving more salty crackers into his mouth, “'cause there would be no traffic lights in the air nor signs,” you say, reaching for the red box out of your boyfriend's reach, as he thinks of how crashes would look in the air.

“But wouldn’t you think that if there were flying cars, there would be flying traffic lights and stop signs?” Jungkook asks you, watching you shrug while shoving Cheez-It’s in your mouth.

“Baby, we already have cars that drive by themselves, how the fuck we not going to have flying traffic lights when flying cars come out,” he moves closer to you and settles in between your legs again. “I don’t know, I just know I’ll prefer a normal car for sure,” you giggle at his scrunched face, definitely judging hard.

“You could be my passenger princess like always in my future flying car.” He tugs on your hair.

A small moan leaves your mouth. You watch his red eyes drop to your lips, and he lets go of the grip on your hair. He runs his thumb over your lower lip, eliciting a small gasp from you. Your head feels dizzy, as colors seem to intensify around you and your thoughts drift somewhere into space. Jungkook smashes his lips onto yours, letting out a small sigh of relief when you melt into the kiss—not wasting any time to mold your lips with his. The sensation of his lips on yours heightened ten times more as a wave of euphoria washes over you.

His kisses were intoxicating; you didn't want to stop even if you were running out of air. His hands slowly made their way to your throat, applying soft pressure, making you gasp for air when he pulled apart, strings of saliva separating between you two. "Fuck," he moans into your mouth, before attaching his lips to yours again roughly, making both of your teeth clash.

"Ow," you giggle as he smiles into your mouth before connecting his lips with yours again. The kiss deepens, making you lose any recollection of anything else that wasn't him or the feeling between your legs. You and Jungkook have been dating for two years; even if your teenage years were long gone, you still felt like a teenage girl whenever his lips made contact with yours.

"Up," Jungkook commands, his lips parting from yours as he gestures towards your arms, his gaze traveling downwards. He swiftly removes your hoodie, revealing your tube top. Your nipples harden immediately from the cold air hitting them; the flimsy material not doing anything to help you.

You watch your boyfriend drop to his knees in front of you; if it weren’t for the aching feeling of your core, you would be imagining another scenario where he would be on his knees. A sly smirk on his face has you smiling down at him like an idiot; his fingers hook on the elastic of your shorts—you pick up your hips as he pulls them down along with your panties in a quick motion.

He spreads your legs open before blowing on your clit. You throw your head back, your back arching in the process, as you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to contain the moan you want to let out. 

“We have to be quiet, and remember, baby, people are sleeping upstairs.” He whispers as he presses soft kisses on your inner thighs before giving your drenched pussy a long and wet lick. "Agh—fuck,” you whisper as your boyfriend looks up from his position between your legs. You buck your hips forward out of instinct, which gets you a small slap on your soaking cunt. Jungkook used both of his hands to spread open your pussy before flicking his tongue on your clit.

Your hands grip on to the edge of the wooden counter from the feeling of his tongue flicking repeatedly through your bundle of nerves. "Shit, how are you so good?” You mumble incorrectly between heavy breaths. A heavy chuckle is the only response that comes from the boy in between your legs, which sends a vibration to your core. One of your hands makes its way to his hair— pulling whenever he would suck harshly on your clit making your toes curl.

You feel one of his fingers pump into you, your mouth forming an 'o', hoping no noise comes out of it. He inserts another finger, two fingers turned into three, thrusting them in and out of your tight pussy while he continues to lap his tongue on your clit, even grazing his teeth once in a while. The speed of his fingers increases, which has your eyes shutting close and your hands slapping onto your mouth, trying to contain the loud moan you want to let out. Your pussy spurts with wetness, and the sound of what was happening between your legs was so unholy that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jungkook felt his cock twitching and leaking in his sweats, probably leaving a wet patch behind. He looks up at your disheveled state, a hand over your mouth as your eyes are shut tight from pleasure, his cock aching for some relief.

You were close; he could feel it from how you would clench each time he would curl his fingers upwards, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you were the only sound besides the smallest faint moans coming from you; he could hear even from the hand over your mouth. He separated from your pussy with a loud pop before pounding his fingers into you, sending your body into a mix of ecstasy from the high and powerful orgasm, having your senses feel ten times more than usual.

“I’m coming.” You struggled to say, your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath only for it to be knocked out of you with each plunge of his fingers in you, stretching your cunt deliciously. “Go ahead, baby.” Jungkook whispers, giving you the green light, and your vision goes black—no white spots filming over your vision, just pure black. You feel Jungkook covering your wide, open mouth with his hand, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as the knot in your tummy finally snaps.

Jungkook doesn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm, which has your pussy spamming with your juices. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing your clit side to side before giving it a slap, making you buck your hips upwards with a whine. You feel your boyfriend's hand cup your face, giving your forehead a kiss, making you open your eyes, a small smile plastered on his face as you’re trying so hard to regain consciousness.

“How’s my pretty girl?” He whispers into your cheek as he places kisses all over your face. “Great.” You whisper back the sheepish smile on your face as he grins foolishly at you.

“I’m not done with you, though, pretty girl.” And with that, he picks you up, moves you to the dinner table, and bends you over. Your ass up and tits pressed against the cold table. You hear him fumbling with his sweatpants and boxers. You turn your head to the side to look back. The view alone almost has you drooling onto the table. His tattooed hand jerked his hard cock. You don’t miss the veins appearing on his arms, nor do you miss the quiet hisses he lets out when he runs his thumb over the slit of his length, spreading his oozing pre-cum all over the red, swollen tip.

“You make me so hard, it’s absolutely ridiculous, baby.” He hisses, giving your ass a slap making you jump. Jungkook's hand print stays on your ass as he spits on his cock before spreading it all over his thick length. He pushed your head down onto the table, making your cheek press against the wooden table. Jungkook taps his cock on your pussy multiple times—lewd sounds filling the silence in the kitchen. 

Jungkook places his cock on your entrance, slowly pushing his length into your gummy walls. Even though he stretched you out, his cock gets squeezed to the point of asphyxiation. “Shi—it so fucking tight.” He groans quietly as he pushes himself into you to the brim. 

You felt him all the way to your stomach; the stretch was insane. It felt so good, though, Jungkook squeezed your ass, roughly trying to control himself from pounding into you without a care in the world. The taste of blood on your tongue gets you to realize how hard you’re biting down your lip. “Taking my cock so well,” Jungkook pulls out, leaving the tip inside your cunt before thrusting back inside roughly, which makes the table creek under you both. A choked moan gets past your mouth.

“There we fucking go, atta girl.” He groans, getting a hold of your hair and pulling on it, making your back arch as he continues to propel into you. With each thrust, his cock hits your spot perfectly, “so good.” You whisper before he places a hand over your mouth again, this time inserting two of his fingers into your mouth. "Shh, I can’t have people hear how you sound when getting your guts rearranged.” He groans into your ear as he continues to pound his cock into you.

Your brain went blank, the only thing you could think was how good his dick felt in you. Drool started dripping down your mouth as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Same goes for your boyfriend, who’s trying his best not to moan about how good your pussy feels when filled to the brim with his cock.

“You should see yourself right now—all dumb because of my cock, isn’t that right, princess?” He whispers into your ear, making you clench, sucking in his cock more, which has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Fuck, please tell me you’re on the pill.” He drops you on the table again, letting go of your hair and mouth, and placing his hands on your waist before rapidly plunging into you without mercy. He didn’t care anymore about the sound, the table creeped underneath you.

“Fuck agh shit, yes fuck.” You moan, not as loud as you would like to, but still loud enough for anyone in the house to probably hear, Jungkook's dick twitches inside of you, a clear sign that he’s about to come. A wave of intense pleasure washed over you; it was like an out-of-body experience. Your legs are shaking, which Jungkook takes notice of as he slows down his pace and reaches under you before rubbing on your clit.

Your body stills from the shock that explodes in your body—the final string snapped inside of you. Before you know it, you feel Jungkook's load fill you up with a groan. You felt so full before he slipped his cock out, making you whine, subconsciously clenching, and making his cum drip down your hole. “Fuck my favorite view.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip, and your boyfriend collects his load with his fingers before pushing it back into your cunt. And quickly pull up your panties. 

Before you could say anything, a third voice joined: “Y'all couldn’t do it in your guys room? You had to do it on the kitchen table, are you serious?” Yoongi's irks, annoyances, and sleepiness are clear in his voice.

Jungkook immediately covers your body with his, pulling up his pants at the speed of a blink. "Bro, are you serious? Get the fuck out!” Jungkook snaps, helping you put on your hoodie and shorts back on.

“I was just trying to get water, and this is what I stumble into. I swear to never catch me being this pussy whipped that I fuck someone in the kitchen.” Yoongi shakes his head before returning upstairs with a sigh. (Oh boy, he hasn’t met Eunbi.)

As Yoongi disappears into the darkness off the stairs , Jungkook locks eyes with yours before bursting out laughing. “That’s so embarrassing, oh my fucking god.” You laugh, running a hand down your face in embarrassment.

“I think he saw my dick; I think I might actually pass away.” Jungkook dropped his head on your shoulder with a groan. “It was either that or he saw you naked, and fuck that ain’t nobody allowed to see you naked, anybody who isn’t me.” He chuckles, shaking his head on your shoulder.

“I’m already imagining breakfast talk tomorrow.” You whine, which makes your boyfriend burst out laughing before picking you up and taking you both to your guy's assigned room.

[ferrocyan]

ok now this is the story about the play about susume! pirates ill put it under readmore for convenience (story can also be found here if youd like to read it)

the main characters of this story are misumi and muku, members of summer troupe. summer is the group of high school and college students putting on comedy improv plays. misumi is the boy with adhd trope, he cant sit still and gets distracted with fun stuff constantly but can hyperfocus and achieve amazing results. super easygoing and talented actor. by contrast muku is a very shy and kind boy, he has bad social anxiety but dreams of becoming a prince like in shoujo manga. these two are assigned as the leads in summers next performance bc theyve only had minor roles so far.

so it turns out that misumis grandpa, back when he was alive, used to be a playwright, and the next script is inspired by his work. misumi is at first happy abt this, but then becomes uncharacteristically despondent. as a kid he was neglected by his family for being neurodivergent (my interpretation) but his grandpa kept loving him fully. but now, six years after the man passed away, misumi can remember nothing abt him. his friends in summer troupe do their best to cheer him up. they find old treasure maps made by misumis grandpa hiding a secret gift around the theater building. unfortunately it leads to a dead end, bc misumis family had taken away the old mans possessions when he died. seeing misumi so troubled and unable to focus on their play, muku resolves to visit misumis family to ask for the treasure back. he overcomes his anxiety and many rejections to do this, but finally manages to get it back. and that treasure is.. a recording of misumis grandpa and the old summer troupe practicing for their play. theyre all having fun, improvising their lines and joking around, and misumis grandpa is exasperated at them but also affectionate.. he thnks the troupe for showing him the best performance with the best of friends. and misumi finally remembers. thats what his grandpa had wanted for him all along. he recognized misumis interest in theater and supported him to find his own "best performance with the best of friends". misumi always used to think of his grandpa when hes sad and lonely, but after joining summer troupe hes found such good friends that he hasnt been sad or lonely and thought of his grandpa for a while. thats why he forgot. but now that hes found the best of friends, misumi wants to keep remembering his grandpa in his own, happier way.

anyway after all that they put on a play called "captain sky pirates"!! the story is about captain sky (played by misumi) and his ragtag, dirt poor pirate crew finding ways to make money. sky is naive and gets fooled easily if you promise him money, so his first mate henry (played by muku) has to keep a leash on him. though henrys really more of an enabler bc he likes watching sky be a boyfailure. anyway the crew captures crossdresser blackbeard for 1 million dollars, but fem blackbeard promises to give them 4 mil instead, so sky gets fooled and lets her join the crew. she tries to backstab them but gets her ass kicked by henry. anyway they get captured by the navy but henry saves the day, letting everyone escape and find the treasure. its.... empty! henry goes ah.. oopsie i already stole this one, tehepero. sky gets real mad about losing 4 million dollars, but henry goes "you know the real treasure was the friendship we found along the way" "BULLSHIT I WANT MY MONEY" "captain we the crew havent been paid at all, wheres the wages you promised!" "LADS YOU HEARD HIM THE REAL TREASURE WAS FRIENDSHIP! NOW OFF WE GO, SAILS AHOY" "FUCK YOU CAPTAIN" its fun. this is still one of my favorites stories in the entire game www

anyway id actually forgotten how this story went and now im chewing upholstery abt the parallels btwn misumi and tart i need a moment bye

actually thanks for making me trawl through my music collection i've found my voiceclaim for tart the boy: daisuke hirose as captain sky from a3!

[dourpeep]

OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

[sinkix]

Haikyuu!! │Boys reaction to you calling them ‘Daddy’│ Ft. Daichi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo & Kageyama

Okay SO, I took inspo from @animewh0re ‘s  ‘Kuroo Tetsurou x Accidental Daddy HC’  post so big shout out to her ly bb - be sure to give them a follow <3

For this post I picked some of the characters I felt would be more likely to have a daddy kink so their reactions would be the most interesting/comical whether the reader was doing it was intentionally or not. There were some others I had in mind that I may make into a second part. I got a little carried away writing these as you will see lmao, oopsie.

! All characters are 18+ - Contains NSFW content !

My Ko-fi  - Because a caffeinated Kix is a productive one.

Without further ado, enjoy ! ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･

Daichi:

I feel like Daichi low-key already knew he had a daddy kink

Like somewhere deep in that dudes soul he just had a fuckin hunch.

However he never brought it up to you because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, being the kind and considerate dude he is.

One night you were both just relaxing and watching a movie, he was tracing his finger along your thigh because let’s face it he is 100% a thigh man.

At some point you began getting restless, so you shifted yourself to face him, propping yourself up against his knee as you leaned down to kiss him, cupping your hands around his cheeks. He grunts in approval, cheekily sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass, using the moment of surprise to slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss. He’s pretty crafty when he wants to be.

After a few minutes you could feel yourself growing impatient, raising the hem of your baggy shirt and grinding your clothed slit against the ridges of his thigh. 

Daichi’s weakness #8 activated, thigh riding.

He drags his palms against your hips, taking control of your vigorous movements and forcing more pressure against your cunt and causing you to whimper. Lowering your head next to his, soft moans grace against the shell of his ear in wisps that send shivers down his spine.

You can sense Daichi’s own dwindling patience as the momentum becomes desperate with the way he’s now hastily grinding your hips down onto him, groaning at the sensation of your juices dripping through the thin fabric and cooling against the skin of his thigh.

All of a sudden a long and breathy “Mhmmm~ daddy” escapes your lips, and this dude is so taken aback.

Snapping your head up to face him, his eyes are glazed over with an intensity enough to make your core tremble, your cheeks flushing at the realisation of what you just blurted out starts to sink in. 

“Fuck, I want to hear you say that again baby.”

Without warning he flips you over and on to the couch, hovering over you as his hips buck against the wetness covering your clothed core, eliciting more moans as he sucks on the tender skin of your neck.

“A-ah daddy...” 

“more.”

His tone was desperate and commanding, only further igniting the pleasure growing between the two of you.

Trailing his hands down to the edge of your underwear and slipping them inside, his fingers find their way to your clit and rub the area in soft, circular motions, sucking harder against the skin of your neck and streeling his tongue along the bruised aftermaths.

“Daddy..”

“Again.”

You didn’t pay any mind to the rest of the movie, and you both had a lot of fun with this new found kink the two of you shared.

Iwaizumi:

Since Iwa radiates big dom energy and you cannot convince me otherwise, I feel like he is also one that just has a hunch that this is something he’s into.

You already have a hella Dom x Sub relationship sexually so this experimentation was probably long awaited. A slip up no less, and an embarrassing one.

It was a late Friday evening after school, the sun was already long gone yet you were still helping Iwa and Oikawa practise by tossing for them as many times as they requested. How they weren’t already beyond the point of burn out you didn’t know.

Glancing at the wall clock which read ‘8:23pm’, Iwa huffed and rubbed the back of his head. “All right, it’s time to call it a night.” “But Iwa-chaaaann--” Oikawa interjected. “No. Plus, I’m sure (Y/N) is exhausted by now hm?” He whips round to face you and you nod in agreement, eyes hooding from fatigue at the long days events. “Fineee.” Oikawa grumbles, pouting his lips playfully and sending you a wink, rolling your eyes and sticking your tongue out at him in response.

A few minutes later, most of the balls and club equipment are packed away. You’re tossing the last few balls into the basket when Iwa saunters up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist which sends the ball tumbling across the floor. 

“Ah, daddy don’t-” 

silence.

Pure. utter. silence.

The words had escaped from your mouth before you could stop them.

The sound of the ball rolling echoes throughout the room and you can feel Iwa’s entire body tense up while in his hold, hands digging into your hips as he lets out a low grunt. You sheepishly look in Oikawa’s direction, who’s shooting you both a glance as if to say ‘so this what y’all get up to?’ Attempting to stifle his snickers and the sudden light his face has been brightened with.

Little did he know this was the first time you had actually called him that, and it was raging a lustful fire through his body. The body now roughly thrusted up against you.

You had a feeling Iwa would never hear the end of this.

Walking a fine line between pressing against your body and full on grinding, he utters his next few words as abruptly as possible. 

“You can head on out Oikawa, me and (Y/N) will finish up cleaning.”

This only furthers his amusement, the cogs in his head turning as he gives a quick nod, strolling toward the gym doors painstakingly slow as if savouring every last ounce of tension brewing in the air. “Ooookay, have fun, daddy-chan.” The howls of his laughter can be heard even after the doors swing shut, you two stay rigid until his voice fades off in the distance.

“Follow me, now.” 

Without waiting for a response, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you into the storage room, slamming you against the locker, he stares down at you hungrily as his lips crash against yours, hands ravaging every curve of your body. Pulling away, a string of saliva connects as his lips brush against the crook of your neck. “I want you to say that again, little slut.” Snaking into the waistband of your shorts and dragging a digit against your slit, the words flow out effortlessly. “D-daddy please...” 

“Fuck, I’m going to have so much fun with you, kitten.”

And fun with you he did.

Kuroo:

Y’all are always clowning and pulling some buffoonery on each other so this time you figured you’d kick it up a notch.

Kenma and Kuroo were talking while the rest of the team were doing warm-down stretches after practise. 

Cue operation ‘Make Kuroo squirm’. Commencing stage 1.

Lingering behind Kuroo, you rest your chin on his shoulder and fold your arms around his waist, pulling him in for one of your behind-hugs that he adores.

oh how naive he was.

Swaying lovingly from side to side, you take the opportunity when Kenma looks away. With the most innocent of tones you could muster, you tilt your head upward, dragging your teeth gently against the lobe of his ear, and strike.

“Daaaaddy?”

When I tell you homeboys body freezes up, I mean that shit is like an iceberg that could cause Titanic 2.0

Kuroo whips his head round to face you, wide-eyed and eyebrow cocked as if to say ‘damn you really just went there?’ 

You smile sweetly, fluttering your lashes and feigning an innocence which you know drives him up the wall, a ‘try me bitch’ expression darting in your eyes.

He smirks at this, huffing under his breath so quietly it’s barely audible. 

“You’re so in for it later, kitten.”

You knew this, but it was more than worth seeing him suffer for the time being.

Kenma’s attention is now directed back to Kuroo after watching Lev get tangled in the volley net like a fly done dirty by the Darwin theory.

Commence stage 2.

They continue their conversation, all the while your hand is roaming stealthily under his shirt, trailing along every line, curve and crevice of his abs and pectoral region. 

Kuroo is whipped for the sensation of you feeling him up, he won’t ever admit to it but he caves under your touch.

You feel his posture stiffen as your hands hover above the region of his crotch.

Gotcha.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Your voice is only loud enough for Kuroo to hear, and judging by the way Kenma looks at him next you can imagine his face is nothing short of priceless.

Pudding head senses something awry with Kuroo because my guy looks well and truly stumped.

“Uh, excuse us a sec.” 

Kuroo without warning flings your body over his shoulder and strolls toward the gyms entrance. You playfully whack his back with your fists and flail your legs, barking at him to let go. The whole team turns their attention to you and laughs.

“Get some (Y/N)! Lev hollers, and the last thing you see is Yaku slapping him up-side the head before the doors close.

Placing you back on your feet, he doesn’t give you a second to adjust before kabe-donning you against the building wall, the rain only further adding to the steamy atmosphere you had created.

Grabbing your wrist and guiding it to his shorts, your fingertips brush against the tent straining against the crimson fabric.

“See how hard you’ve made me princess? I can’t go ahead with the team meeting like this. Be a good slut for daddy and get on your knees, I’ll gladly make a mess of that pretty little face.”

You comply, shivering as the damp grass caresses the skin of your knees.

“You like calling me daddy, huh? That turn my little whore on?” Kuroo grunts, thrusting himself repeatedly into the back of your throat until his balls touch your chin. Tears well in your field of vision and start streaming down your cheeks which he wipes away tenderly. “Well, I’ll make sure you call me that more often.”

10 minutes and a very sore throat later, you both finish up and Kuroo looks more than satisfied, running his fingers through your disheveled hair and marvelling at the mess he made of your makeup.

“Clean yourself up in the restroom princess, I’ll see you back inside and we’ll continue this later. I’m far from done.”

With a sly smirk and a peck on the cheek, he walks back into the gym.

Needless to say he’s definitely going to make you call him daddy from now on, and you got many suggestive stares when you made your embarrassing debut back into the gym.

Kageyama:

Okay so the thought has probably never crossed Kags mind since his head is filled with like 98% volleyball.

The other 2% being the undying love he has for you. But hey, 2% is still 2%, I’ll take it.

Your sex life was although very satisfying, pretty vanilla. The only time it got really intense was if Kags had a bad day or was bubbling with jealousy, in which case a surprising and un-tamable dom side of him emerges. 

This often made you ponder what would happen if you addressed him under a title with said connotations. The curiosity of how he would react was slowly ebbing away at you.

So one day, being the scheming little shit you are, decided to test the waters.

The day had started off pretty well, it was a Saturday and you were taking a walk around town. 

Kags wanted to grab some snacks so you headed to the store, agreeing to wait outside. 

A few minutes go by and he still hasn’t come out, however the roaming eyes of a guy opposite left you feeling incredibly uneasy.

You shifted in place awkwardly, until he decides to approach you.

Up close he was sleazy, with a menacing glint in his eyes that made you recoil.

Resting his elbow on the wall beside you, he leans in way too close for comfort.

“Hi baby, you’re not with anyone are you? Mind giving me your number?”

His voice was low and threatening, as if daring you to decline his order than was snidely masked as an offer.

Mustering up all the courage you had, you raised your chin and stared up at him defiantly. “No, I have a boyfriend.” 

He chuckles at this, leaning in closer and challenging you further.

“Well, I don’t see him.”

“I’m right here.”

There Kags was, standing outside the entryway to the store, bearing the most livid expression you had ever seen. You’re pretty sure there were flames surrounding his aura.

The guy backs up, letting out a causal whistle before wordlessly turning in the other direction, leaving the two of you alone again at last.

“Tobio wha-”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fi-”

“We’re going home.” 

The walk was silent and you could sense the tension in the surrounding atmosphere.

After opening the door and tossing the bags to the side, Kags pins you against the front door and pulls you in for a fervid make out, intertwining your tongues and fighting for the dominance which he easily obtains.

He runs his hands ravenously over every inch of your upper body, making his way down south until he reaches your underwear, using one hand to grind his digits along your folds while the other fondles your breasts.

Suddenly, you have a lightning bolt moment and decide to put your thoughts to the test.

“Mhmm-..Daddy..”

What you just did flipped a switch on inside Kags he never knew existed.

He pauses for a moment, staring at you with wide eyes and heated cheeks, he actually looks choked up.

“w..what did you just say...?”

“...Daddy?”

At this point he straight up loses it.

Picking you up bridal style, he carries you to the bedroom and bends you over his knee, hastily unbuckling his belt and folding it into a make-shift whip.

“Count each time I spank you, and fucking thank me when you do it.”

Stunned, you nod feebly, still processing this side of him you have never seen before.

whack.

“A-h! One. thank you...”

“Thank you what?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Kags traces the red mark decorating your ass lovingly with his finger before raising the belt again for a second blow. “You belong to me and only me, I’ll mark up your pretty body beautifully.”

You had belt marks on your rear for over a week and couldn’t walk right the following day lololol.

[glassesandkim]

Levi is a rom-com protagonist I swear. You know the quirky yet relatable and cute underdog. Who ends up falling for a man (Nico) who has many walls up to protect his emotions.

AAAAHHHH ok ok ok get this:

Nico’s the guy main character is trying to get with, to a point where Nico is actively running away from them LOL, and he ends up going to Levi for relief because he knows Levi won’t have some ulterior motives or whatever. (Also lowkey, Nico��s in love with Levi but Levi’s been so incredibly dense the entire time, hasn’t picked up on ANY of Nico’s advances, that he just kind of gave up after the first season). 

And Levi basically reads him for what he’s worth. He completely calls Nico out for his shit (”You’re avoiding Main Character instead of actually confronting your feelings and that’s not cool. Trust me, I know what that’s like.”). And one thing leads to another, and Nico’s just like wow, this guy gets me. And the k-i-s-s-i-n-g starts but it’s a secret because Main Character is both their mutual friend and then we commence a lot of trying to hide their relationship from Main Character (Levi shoving Nico into a closet when Main Character shows up, Nico making suggestive eye contact over dinner and Levi practically throwing his knife at him to make him STOP, etc.).

Other funny highlights: 

After they kiss, Levi’s like “Oh. So I guess this means I’m gay???”

Nico coming out of Levi’s room and everyone in the apartment is like wtf?? His answer? “I was showing him taekwondo.” Levi proceeds to obsess over learning about taekwondo because he wants everyone to believe Nico’s ridiculous lie and maybe the gang has a run in with a criminal or whatever and Levi decides he has to fight the dude because everyone thinks he knows taekwondo and he can’t NOT now, right??? (Spoiler alert: Levi gets his ass kicked.)

Nico’s coping mechanism is buying plants. Like a lot. There are plants in the shower, in the sinks, in front of the TV. Furniture is rearranged so they can all be put in front of the window. There’s an intervention!!!! LOL

Nico just casually, accidentally, letting it slip that he and Levi are together and he just sort of, floats away after his oopsies (”I have to go water my plants”) and Levi’s like “WTH YOU DID THIS! GET BACK HERE!” 

Maybe the entire premise is that they’re med school students living in the same house. 

[mayhem24-7forever]

I was wondering, do you have a youtube channel? Your edits are amazing

I don't really have a youtube channel anymore (I recently had to scrub it for school oopsies) but I do have an editing instagram “Mayhem24_7edits” that I try (and I stress try) to update (but school has been kicking my ass). Thank you for the compliment! you have no idea how great it made me feel to see it!

[marvelousheroes]

Embarrassed

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Request: can you do a peter x reader were reader is toy's daughter and goes to a fancy private school and one day surprises peter with lunch because she likes him and gets kinda akward cause she's not a genius like he is so when he and ned talk science she's kinda lost and tries to impress him with comic book knowledge and gets stuff wrong then goes home thinking he thinks she's stupid, and i don't really know the rest but fluff please. so much fluff  (by anonymous)

Word count: 1300 (oops)

A/N: I did it! I finally did it. I finished an imagine after my four week writer’s block *excited squealing*. I hope that you’ll enjoy this!

PS: You can send me asks, stupid questions, messages anything! And please do :D send your asks here

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You stood behind Peter’s front door with two pizzas. You were lonely and bored so you decided to surprise him with lunch. You knocked on the door waiting impatiently for it to open. “Surprise!” you screamed as Peter finally opened the door. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter laughed in confusion. “I was bored so I decided to surprise you with pizzas. I got you your favorite,” you answered wiggling your eyebrows and walked into his apartment. “That’s great, Ned is here too though hope you don’t mind,” he said and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You had wanted to spend alone time with him. You always felt really awkward and stupid when you hung out with Peter and Ned. They were both so smart and always made some stupid science or comic book jokes that you didn’t understand. But this time you came prepared. Last night you had been reading Peter’s favorite comics and researching his favorite superheroes. Yes, you were so badly in love with him that you spent a whole day reading and googling just to impress him. “Yeah that’s great, the more the merrier,” you smiled and opened the pizza boxes.

You hung out in Peter’s room joking around but you couldn’t concentrate on what the boys were saying. You spent the whole time overthinking about when you are going to bring up the new knowledge you had gathered the day before and what could you say so it wouldn’t be too obvious that you were trying to impress Peter. “So, Peter do you have any new interesting Spider-Man stories?” Ned asked as he made himself comfortable. He loved hearing about Peter’s stories. You loved those stories too but right now all you could think about was, how you could slip a comic book reference in there somewhere. “Yeah, you are like Superman keeping Gotham City safe. Only y-you keep Queens safe,” you said and cringed at your own words. Oh my God, that sounded so forced, you thought while mentally facepalming. Hopefully they didn’t notice how forced it was. “Oh Y/N that’s so wrong,” Ned laughed while Peter kicked him trying to shut him up. You gave Ned a confused look while trying to think what you got wrong. “Y/N Batman is in Gotham City, Superman is in Metropolis,” Ned said trying to hold back the laughter. “Oh,” was all you could say. You looked at Peter to see if he was laughing at you too. But it was much worse. He looked like he felt sorry for you. You let out a fake laugh trying to ease the awkward tension. Why did you have to fail that badly, you thought as you held back the tears. “Oh, oopsie, I got a text, oh look it’s my dad I have to go,” you lied and ran out.

As soon as you got home you collapsed on your bed crying. “He probably thinks that I’m so stupid. They are probably laughing at how stupid you are,” you thought and started crying even more. You had never felt so embarrassed. I mean, you were a Stark for crying out loud, everyone always expected you to be as smart as your dad and his dad and probably even his dad. It really took a toll to live in the shadow of the most brilliant man in the world.

After crying in self-pity for a few hours you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wiped away the tears and fixed your makeup. “What is it?” you yelled thinking it was your father. “It’s Peter. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed a bit upset when you left,” Peter responded behind the door. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, you thought. Your face was deep red and eyes all puffy, you did not want Peter to see you like this. You didn’t want him to know you were crying. “Just a second!” you yelled trying to figure out how to cover up your puffy eyes. After spinning around for a few seconds, you gave in and opened the door. “Hey Peter!” you fake smiled, pretending that it wasn’t obvious that you had just been crying your eyes out. “Y/N --” Peter stopped when he noticed your puffy eyes. “Are you okay?” he continued as he pulled you in a hug.  “Yeah of course. I’m fine,” you lied and pulled away from him. “Come on Y/N you know you can tell me anything,” he said as he grabbed your hand. “It’s nothing,” you lied again. “So anyway, what are you doing here?” you continued and sat on your bed. “You left so quickly that I wanted to make sure that you were okay. I called you like ten times but you didn’t answer,” he said. You grabbed your phone and saw 15 unread texts and 9 missed calls. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that,” you apologized. “It’s fine, can you just tell me what’s wrong. I’m getting worried. I hate seeing you sad Y/N,” he said and forced you to turn to face him. “It’s just… I just feel so stupid around you and Ned and I spent last night researching your favorite comics just to impress you and then I messed up and I just felt so embarrassed because I love you so much and I don’t want you to think that I’m stupid,” you blabbered.  Peter looked at you with wide eyes and you didn’t know what you said wrong. “Y/N,” Peter started. “I have never thought that you are stupid. Don’t you ever think that! You don’t have to go through all that trouble to impress me. I’m already impressed by you almost every day! By your confidence, by your wit and so many other things. And I love you too Y/N, so much!” Peter finished and now it was your turn to stare at him with wide eyes. You were almost paralyzed. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know what to say. He loved you? 

Peter looked into your eyes, trying to find a reaction on your face. He didn’t find any. He took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. He put his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer. He gave you a small kiss on the lips and then pulled away. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and your face turned deep red. After a few seconds it finally hit you. He just kissed you. That just happened. A wide grin appeared on your face and you saw the relief in Peter’s eyes. You grabbed his face and kissed him so hard that he fell on your bed you on top of him. “Y/N?!” you heard your dad scream and you finally realized the position you and Peter were in. “D-d-dad, this is not what it—” you tried to explain when he stopped you. “PETER??” Tony yelled as his eyes widened even more. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?” Your dad yelled again and you could see the fear in Peter’s eyes. “Mr—Mr. Stark I know this looks bad but I promise you we were doing nothing wrong. It was just a kiss!” Peter tried to explain but Tony wasn’t having it. “Get out kid!” Tony said and gave you a disappointed look “I’m sorry Pete, I’ll call you later,” you said to Peter as he stood up. “Like hell you will!” Tony said and started ushering Peter out. “I’m sorry!” you mouthed to him as he left the room. 

Why does your dad have to ruin everything, you thought as you fell on your bed. In all honestly, right now you couldn’t care less about your dad yelling. You just kissed your crush! You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on your face as you thought about the kiss. But those thoughts were cut short when you heard your dad yelling again, “Y/N get your ass in here!”. You took a deep breath, stood up and spent the next hour listening to your dad telling you why you shouldn’t be dating anyone, let alone Peter. Like that was going to change your mind...

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[tricksterchris]

NOOO WHERE DID YOU GOOOO D,:>

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like teenlock, and johnlock.

Stranger: [The pair met each other on a chatroom, and have been friends for quite some time. They've never seen what the other looks like, but are still both flirty. They don't know that they know each other in person. Would love a bully!John, as in he teases Sherlock at school, but not necessary! Just have him come around, or realize who he is. Sherlock is baybeeboy and John is whatever you choose! They know each other by Will and Hamish] baybeeboy is now online! baybeeboy: Sure do love getting my arse kicked again. Don't they ever get bored of this? [17]

You: TheDoctorIsHere: What happened today? :(

Stranger: baybeeboy: I bumped into a bloke in the halls, and he got pissed. All he did then was shove me against them, but he caught me on the way to ballet. baybeeboy: The dressing rooms are right across the hall from where they store their rugby equipment. baybeeboy: He grabbed me and took me outside behind the building, beat my arse, and knocked me out. I just woke up. I've been out for over two hours.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Oh God, tell me, please, tell that you told someone. TheDoctorIsHere: I really want to beat the shit out of that bloke right now.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Are you kidding? No one would believe me. baybeeboy: There's a rumor going around that I stalk people, video their lives and shit. That's how I know so much about them. baybeeboy: They wouldn't help me. baybeeboy: I'm walking home. Taking the long way, though. Don't wanna walk through town. I look like I just killed someone.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I believe you, Will. TheDoctorIsHere: I hate that you don't feel safe, I'd love to be with you right now. :( TheDoctorIsHere: We would go to your place and I'd make tea while you analyze me and do deduction about my whole life, it'd be awesome!

Stranger: baybeeboy: I want to be with you, too, angel. baybeeboy: I've made deductions about you hundreds of times, Mish.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: But I never got to hear your voice while you were making them! TheDoctorIsHere: I'd probably be with my mouth opened the whole time because you're amazing.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I doubt you'd be able to understand me. baybeeboy: I already talk fast, but with the French accent on top of that, you'd be lost.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Well, I think the French accent is quite sexy and I bet my ass your voice is amazingly pleasant to hear. TheDoctorIsHere: I'd have my mouth opened for something else I guess... ;)

Stranger: baybeeboy: Hamish!

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Oopsy! TheDoctorIsHere: Are you home yet? I'm getting a bit worried.

Stranger: baybeeboy: No, not yet. I haven't even left the school yet. My bike is out front. baybeeboy: I'm not even going to be able to ride it.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: That fucking bastard, I hope I'll never find out who he is or I'll go to jail for sure.

Stranger: baybeeboy: You get in too many fights already.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I know, Will, but I'd do that for you.

Stranger: baybeeboy: You don't have to. baybeeboy: Get in any fights today?

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I just got a black eye, nothing to worry about.

Stranger: baybeeboy: What happened?

You: TheDoctorIsHere: There was this group of morons around this boy and they were spitting on him, calling him a whore, kicking him. TheDoctorIsHere: I had to do something! Fortunately I just got punched in the eye.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I think me and that kid would get along great.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I didn't even get to know his name, as soon as the fight was over he rushed away. TheDoctorIsHere: He reminded me a bit of you, well, what I think you look like. TheDoctorIsHere: Maybe not as tall or with hair as curly.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Same thing happened to me, today, and then I got beat up later. baybeeboy: They ruined my jumper. baybeeboy: Your jumper.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Why didn't you tell me about this? TheDoctorIsHere: Why, why am I here at school when you need someone with you? I feel useless.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Angel... baybeeboy: You've helped me so much. You know that, right?

You: TheDoctorIsHere: You keep saying that and I trust you but... I need to hold you and tell you with my own voice that you're safe and sound with me. TheDoctorIsHere: That is so cheesy, I'm so sorry.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I love you so much, Mish.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I love you too, Will. TheDoctorIsHere: I just ran to the bathroom 'cause I started crying, everybody gave me funny looks.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: No, no, oh God Will, absolutely not! TheDoctorIsHere: I just got a bit emotional. TheDoctorIsHere: I'm looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and my eye looks gross, this makes thinking about not being with you a bit better, you'd find it disgusting.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Are you kidding? No, I wouldn't. baybeeboy: There's nothing wrong with crying. I do it all the time. Ha. baybeeboy: I'm the one who looks disgusting. The jumper is soaked through with blood.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I'm going to ditch this class, I want to be focused on you right now. TheDoctorIsHere: Where are you right now? Should I call the ambulance?

Stranger: baybeeboy: Misha, calm down. I'm okay. You worry too much. baybeeboy: Halfway home.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Okay, I'm on my way home, I said that my eye hurts too much to focus. TheDoctorIsHere: The only thing I want to do right now is making you feel loved and safe.

Stranger: [have you sent something? sorry my power went down earlier and my wifi is struggling]

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Okay, I'm on my way home, I said that my eye hurts too much to focus. TheDoctorIsHere: The only thing I want to do right now is making you feel loved and safe. (here you go :D)

Stranger: baybeeboy: You always make me feel both of those things. [thanks!]

You: TheDoctorIsHere: What about some "cyber-cuddling"? sounds a bit sad but it could be fun.

Stranger: baybeeboy: How do we do that?

You: TheDoctorIsHere: It's like sexting, but more kid-friendly.

Stranger: baybeeboy: It sounds confusing and perfect.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Just like us. TheDoctorIsHere: Just got home, I'm ready to lay in my bed with your scarf and never get up again.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Your jumper doesn't smell like you anymore. baybeeboy: I wore it today because I've been having a bad week. I guess it was sort of a bad idea, since it's white. baybeeboy: I wish it wasn't dirty. I wish I didn't wear it today at all, so I could go home and wear it.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I'll send you another one as soon as I can, Will, I promise. TheDoctorIsHere: Even if I wish I could just give it to you in person.

Stranger: baybeeboy: By the way, I think my webcam came in. We can finally Skype, once I get it set up. baybeeboy: I'd suggest today, but... I don't look good.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: That's awesome, love! TheDoctorIsHere: I bet you're beautiful anyway.

Stranger: baybeeboy: Mish, I really look like I got hit by a truck.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: To my eyes you'll always look beautiful, Will.

Stranger: baybeeboy: You'll cry.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Maybe a little. But I'd take care of you and your wounds, kissing every inch of your body.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I wish you were here with me now.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I know, I want it so bad. TheDoctorIsHere: What would you do if I was there?

Stranger: baybeeboy: Cry. A lot. baybeeboy: I wouldn't let go of you.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I would't want you to let me go. TheDoctorIsHere: I'd kiss away every tear and I would hold you telling you how amazing and beautiful you are.

You: (do you have tumblr/skype/telegram? This rp is really good!)

Stranger: baybeeboy: I need you so badly right now. baybeeboy: I thought I was getting better, but I'm not. [i have an email, if that works?]

You: (perfect! Mine is censored af

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I love you so much and I need you so bad.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I'm not even home yet. I keep having to take a break, catch my breath. baybeeboy: I love you, Mish. [great!]

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I'm so worried about you I'm shaking, I think I'll go for a walk wearing your scarf.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I'm so sorry. I don't mean to worry you. baybeeboy: Take deep breaths, yeah?

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Okay, I'm breathing, I'm still going for a walk so I don't feel so useless. TheDoctorIsHere: I'm out now, I feel a bit better, still shaking, but better.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I can stop talking about it, yeah? I always make you panic when I do, and I feel bad.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: No, you have ti talk about it, you can keep it all inside. TheDoctorIsHere: It's not as bad as the last time, you don't have to worry, love.

Stranger: baybeeboy: I'm so sorry. baybeeboy: I'm going to stop talking about it. All I ever do it make you worry.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: Don't you dare, don't you fucking dare. TheDoctorIsHere: I need to know how you are, I'd be more worried if I don't.

Stranger: [...] baybeeboy: Okay. I'm sorry. baybeeboy: I didn't mean to make you upset, Mish.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: I'm not upset, love. [...]TheDoctorIsHere: I can see the boy that I rescued at school, he looks devastated.

Stranger: baybeeboy: You should go talk to him.

You: TheDoctorIsHere: He needs help, I'm going. TheDoctorIsHere: I'll be right back love, he looks like he's about to faint. John walks over to the tall dark haired boy as he pockets his phone. "Hey!" John says to get his attention as he walks next to him.

Stranger: It had never, ever been this bad. His head was killing him, and he was nearly certain his ribs were broken. If Hamish knew how bad he was, he knew he'd be in an even bigger panic. He decided it was best not to say anything. Hearing the voice, a panic rushed through him, afraid they had followed him. He turned around, growing dizzier as he spun around. He kept a firm hold on his bike, but relaxed when he saw it was the boy had helped him earlier. If only he had been there for the real beating. Sherlock gave him a tiny smile, nodding to him. "Hello," he murmured, his accent thick. "Do you need something?" he asked, then, nervously.

You: John looks at him feeling his heart sink. He gets a bit closer as the boy turned around, ready to catch him, he really looks like he's about to faint. "No I... I just saw you and I was wondering if you needed help soooo... do you need help?" John licks his lips a bit nervous, this boy looks gorgeous even in this state. He lower his gaze blushing a little. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner when they were beating you up"

Stranger: Sherlock shuffled slightly, trying to focus on the boy in front of him. He blinked, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes. "That - yeah, um - I live kinda far, though," he muttered, taking a shaky breath. He smiled slightly as he saw the scarf he was wearing; it looked just like the one he mailed Hamish. "It's okay. Really. It happens all the time," he assured, blinking up at him. "I have a scarf like that. Well, I used to. I gave it away, though."

You: John bites his bottom lip before he looks up at him again. "You have a bike, we can ride it together if you can hold on to me" John frowns sadly at those words. "Well... I'm John Watson and I'll be glad to help you getting out of it" He looks down at Will's scarf smiling sadly before noticing the other boy jumper. "Your jumper looks really familiar too, it's a shame that is dirty... I mailed a similar one to my boyfriend"

Stranger: It was strange, really, hearing that the other had mailed his boyfriend a jumper like his, just like Hamish did, but he supposed it was a common jumper. Sherlock smiled slightly, nodding and handing the handlebars over to him. "This is my boyfriend's, actually," he said with a small laugh, fingers curling into the fabric. "I feel bad, since it's clearly ruined. Gonna take a lot of work to get it cleaned up." Sherlock sighed, realizing then that he hadn't introduced himself. "I'm Sherlock. I'd say my friends call me Will, but my only friend is my boyfriend." He smiled slightly, managing another sad chuckle.

You: That's odd, the boy, Sherlock, has a boyfriend who mailed a jumper identical to the one he gave to Will and his boyfriend calls him Will. "Your... your boyfriend has really good taste" John says looking at him curiously. The dark haired boy even has a thick French accent, really strange. "I'm John, but usually I go by Hamish, you know, there are plenty of John and it gets confusing, especially at school"

Stranger: Sherlock froze, looking back to the other. Hamish. He had known Watson was his last name. This was his Hamish. "Mish." He took a moment to look over him, fingers ringing nervously at the jumper that nearly swallowed him whole. He just needed to be sure. As he studied him, tears began to pool up in his eyes, and he drew his gaze back to him. "I ruined your jumper," he murmured, taking a shaky breath.

You: John eyes widens in shock and he starts to shake a little. "Oh my God... Will" He looks at him as he feels his eyes watering. "I-it's okay, I promised you I'll send you one as soon as I can, love" John says, he hears his voice cracking before he giggles. "This is crazy"

[survivor-rebelsvsroyals]

EPISODE 2- I made an oopsie!! - Asya

HEY GUYS WELCOME BACK TO MY CHANNEL lmfaooo it’s been so damn long i’m so rusty but we’re here and we're doing this ladies! Going into this I was worried it was gonna be a ton of new school people I didnt know who were all friends but I was fairly pleased that I actually know a good majority of the cast and I know everybody on my tribe except Anabel which is WILD. I didn't expect to know that many but its great. I’m gonna talk a bit about everybody then ill go into more: Anabel is the one person I didn’t know coming in but i’ve heard she’s super social which is MY THING so i gotta watch my back with that. We’ve had fun conversations though so nothing bad to say yet Dane Dane Dane where do I start? I don’t trust him one bit. I know we can have fun conversations but because of personal things with my friends I will forever watch my back with him because i’m a stubborn protective Mama Bear. Ryan and I already talked about getting him out lmfao Gloria has always been sweet to me but I have to figure out how to talk game with her. I’ve never actually played with her myself before just been in VLs or a jury host for a game shes in or something so this is a different perspective. Im not sure how its gonna go yet. Linus is my TUMBLR SURVIVOR BUDDY HERE LMFAOO Ive played with people on this tribe before but I don’t think i’ve played TS with anybody else? Either way we played to the end of Myanmar- oh wait excuse me ALMOST THE END BECAUSE OF A DUMB TWIST but yeah I honestly trust him alot because if I remember correctly he wasnt afraid to make moves but he was straight up with me and I appreciate that I’d rather someone be blunt with me and I dont like what they say than deal with a shady bitch! Also we just have good conversations imo and I think we’d be on the same wavelength talking game so he’s definitely someone I wanna work with Pippa is a SWEETIE I always love talking to her we can talk musicals all day all night but with her schedule we’ll have to see how much shes here because idk if she’s gonna be that into it tbh Ruthie is another sweetie but shes also smart and she knows i’m smart so I gotta watch she won’t kick my ass and stab my back singing Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Ryan Matthew OK SO RYAN AND I HAVE A WILD HISTORY we always either love or hate eachother and so far we’ve decided this is a love game? Hopefully it’s legit but we’ll see im sure he’d flip on my ass if he felt like it lmfao but i’m gonna take it for what it is right now. We both don't trust dane and want him gone so I think right now we’re kinda following that “the enemy of your enemy is your friend” kinda motto. I actually wanna work with him this time though so we’ll seeeee RTP is always a blast I don't remember if i’ve actually ever played with him before but we’re both old as fuck in this community so we’ve been around the BLOCK. I know he knows how shit goes so he’ll probably pick up on bullshit quick so I wanna keep him on my good side! I definitely can see myself working with him Seamus i’ve always assumed is a hot ass mess lmfaooo he’s another one i dont remember if i’ve actually played with but I dont know if I trust him we had fun chats but idk how much I’ll trust him as a strategist but we havent gotten to that kind of discussion so we’ll see how that goes. For the most part I have general vibes/ experiences with these people on their own but I don’t know how they’re gonna mesh together so I really gotta watch them all and try to sort it out. I really think I can be in a good spot on this tribe and weasel my way through it but I have to calculate it PERFECTLY. These people aren’t newbies all of us have been here before and know how this works. I’m gonna work my social, be decent in the challenges and keep my mouth zipped while I try and figure our where everyone lies. I haven’t honestly really tried in a game in a long time and if people have forgotten what i’m capable of when I give a shit I can use that to my advantage. So i just gotta try and gage where everyone falls. STAY TUNEDDDD ALSO I JUST WANNA SAY MY FRIENDS AND PEOPLE I KNOW I COULD TRUST ARE ON THE OTHER TRIBE AND IM SAD I wanna work with them 😩😩😩 I need Dan Coffeycakes and Asya to get to swap but I'm also praying to the survivor Lorde™️ for the Royals so I don't die lol i’ll give more entertaining updates as thing progress but I just wanted to knock out the basic intro update ok byeeeeeeee 😘

THE GAME HAS OFFICIALLY COMMENCED AND I AM IMMEDIATELY SHOOK. My number one ally and my friend or die and most importantly my friend got first boot but I’m proud of myself that I didn’t sell myself out and didn’t vote him. So the vote was 7-1-1-1 7 Keaton 1 nic 1 Lachie 1 Raffy which was me After the tribal finished I told everyone on call (Chloe Asya Lachie and Raffy) THST I voted Raffy because I had already told John anyway and I didn’t want it to get spread around so I came clean and I can just hope they all respect me for it. I gotta take it day by day and continue to build and maintain bonds. I wanna see if I can’t build a majority alliance I gotta go balls to the wall and leave no stone unturned because for my own sanity I want no regrets when I’m eventually voted out. I think Raffy respected that I can’t clean and that our game relationship can be worked on from here.

Tribal was absolutely crazy. Keaton just popped the fuck off on everyone. He was the fourth crackhead that we needed, but didn't deserve. Asya, Lachie, and I being in an alliance? Nic controlling the game? Absolutely wild. The most interesting thing for me is that Brien voted me. I get that you know Keaton personally, but that just tells me that you will always choose your pre-existing relationship over me. It makes me hesitant to work with Brien since I don't know if he has anymore of these relationships throughout the game. I need to be careful what I say to him and how I come across from now on. I'm still playing the social game, talking with everyone, making sure things are going well for them. Hopefully it continues to go well and I can position myself into multiple alliances, but I don't know if I want to get that messy just yet. This two day challenge enables me to branch out my social game, so that's a plus. John brought up an alliance with Asya and Lachie that would include the Crackheads. However, he meant it as a joke. I wouldn't be entirely opposed to such an alliance. Though I would replace Lachie with someone else like Brien or Nic. It's just that I talk the least with Lachie and Asya so it would go pretty terrible in my opinion. We have to talk about that on call soon.

*a little while later*

Brien wants to start an alliance with me, him, John, Nic, and either Chloe/Trace. It would be a majority alliance, but I need to tell the Crackheads about it. We all need to be on the same page about things, otherwise we'll be a hot mess of an alliance (more so than we already are). Personally, I'd be perfectly fine with that kind of alliance, it'll give me the majority that I so desperately want.

i’m gonna cry i have no time to do this challenge i hate this i hate isaac pls let someone be the dummy who doesn’t submit at all so i don’t get 19th

Calling John and Raffy is like the highlight of my day

*a few minutes later*

"I need to find a shirt that I don't mind getting wet" - John 2K19 

 So what I'm hearing from that is he doesn't wash his clothes

My tribe is absolutely THRIVING and I’ve never been happier. I know I’ll see tribal one day but until then it’s nice to have another night off! I can go about my day not scrambling around to make sure I’m good! Now to search for the idol HMM

It sucks that we lost the challenge again. It's really bringing down morale. Because of this, I do think the next vote is going to be based on challenge performance which I take issue with. The two who did the worst are Chloe and Asya which means it's a pretty clear cut choice for me of who goes. It sucks because I like Asya a lot, but she just hasn't been as active as I would like her to be. At the end of the day, however, I just have to let it go and focus on the now. I'm not going to be pushing for Asya, but I sure hope she goes instead of Chloe.

i made an oopsie !!! was the lowest scoring person in the whole game so that’s hot !!! don’t feel good about my chances this round since in the early game, challenge strength IS what you have to go off of. but i’ve had good conversations w people and i will continue to build on that til i’m gone. i think i have a solid grasp on dan, chloe and lachie. like i don’t think they’ll vote me. i think i’m getting along well w brien? idk. there’s also that one unaccounted for stray vote from last round so like. much to consider. i just need 4 people to not vote for me and i’m fine. who i’m voting for? wish i knew !!

I was talking to Nic about the vote and he brings up two names: Chloe and Asya. I obviously preferred Asya to go so I said that to him. Then, not 5 seconds later, I hear from Chloe that Asya came up to her saying that I threw Asya's name out. Obviously Nic told Asya that I said her name. He's a little snake. I want him out of this game because he cannot be trusted with any information right now. I'm trying to leverage the situation in my favor by spreading that Nic told me it was Asya. So, something needs to be done.

*a little while LATER (you know the drill, this man talks A LOT)*

I'm currently talking to Lachie and Trace. However, Nic has also gotten to them too. I don't like this gut feeling that I am getting voted out. Apparently, Trace is onboard with getting Asya out according to Nic. Furthermore, Chloe told me that Asya is confused about what is happening with this vote. I am trying to confuse her. I told her that her name is getting thrown around, but I want to keep her. I need to keep this up till tribal in order to keep myself safe. Paranoia is the best coverage. Honestly, Nic going right now would not be bad. However, I need to make my play carefully

*literally like six seconds later*

Nic is very shady. The Crackheads want to vote out Nic now instead of Aysa. Chloe suggested making an alliance with Lachie and Asya to vote him out this tribal council. This only works if the two of them are online and agree. Lachie seems down for it, but Asya is a mystery. I just have a feeling that things are going to blow up in our faces. Hopefully, we can make a big move, but if Asya doesn't respond then nothing can happen.

Everyone is confused

ok SO im now in an alliance w me dan nic trace and brien which like?? is not the alliance i envisioned myself in but idc because thats majority and im not trying to go home tonight. with that group not an option i kinda wanted to push for raffy to go so i brought up how like aggressive he is and not even a second later nic tells me that raffy is saying my name so like. it's time for that man to go. did i flop in the challenge? yes, but i know how to talk my way out of a bad situation and thats what im gonna do. mark my words, raffy is getting voted out tonight. keaton made points!

*exactly 11 minutes later*

ok so... ignore everything i just said. it's been wiped from the record. never happened. i'm officially aligned with everyone on my tribe one with myself, dan, brien, trace and nic, and another with myself, chloe, raffy, john and lachie. alliance one is voting raffy, alliance two is voting nic. I ! AM ! THE SWING ! shook. if i don't get a vote tonight then... my fucking mind but... there will be consequences no matter what i do. at this point in time, i think that nic is a snake. raffy is a bigger target, and if he makes the swap he will keep making himself a target. nic is sneaky and will slide thru this game. so. i think my mind is made up

The Godfathers Alliance is officially set in stone. With this, we can make a move against Nic who is very talkative. Now we have a majority alliance that will dominate this tribe. I'm winning in this stage of the game.

The royals are killing it and I’m so proud of this tribe. So far I’m not a part of any official alliance, there’s been very little actual game talk, but Dane and I are both saying we won’t vote each other if we lose, and Seamus and I started sharing idol guesses. I wish there was more I could say but really when it comes to talking the tribe is kinda a bunch of lame ducks right now. A loss would probs change that, but it’s a slow burn atm.

Dan was messaging Asya about voting Nic, so we are trying to bring him into the vote in order to lessen the blindside. Plus, if we let Dan think he's in control, then we can put the heat on him in case of a potential blindside.

I'm sharing my idol guesses with Amanda and Ryan. I kind of made a F2 with both of them and they're my dream f3 but I have no idea how they feel about each other. But idk i guess im kind of fake. Tried my best at immunity, I hate scav hunts!!!!!!! But thank god we won immunity I never wanna go to tribal. I wanna be immune until f2.

[w-fangiri]

For YOUR EYES ONLY. Understand?? Because I MIGHT delete it after you read. OR, I might lock the page and you’ll be the only one with access.

This be my OC because it fucking bothered me that ALL THESE OCs ARE WHITE. So, sue me. LOL 

Being the daughter of Hades was never easy for Hazel as she felt a constant need to prove herself. Beyond the fact that the only reason her name is Hazel is because the Ruler of the Underworld, himself, was so mesmerized by her pristine hazel eyes that he thought it would be the perfect name. It was partially because of that, that she was so determined to prove that she was worthy of being Goddess of the Underworld and that she was nothing like her father. One out of two didn't seem like a bad deal as Hazel would start to realize, at a very young age that she was very much her father's daughter. Not only had she inherited most of his abilities, but she inherited his ruthless temper and a few of his most famous personality traits. Despite being unable to use most of her true abilities, thanks in part to the magical barrier surrounding the Isle, Hazel found other ways to prove her worth. Although, she didn't see herself as evil or a villain. Not to say that she was nice, by any means. But, she liked to see herself as being in the Undecided category, which would leave room to maybe pursue the good act down the road. Gotta keep my options open, as she'd often refer to that particular decision.

At the very young age of eight, Hazel took an interest in sword fighting to fill her time. While most of the other kids were studying and trying to become the spitting images of their parents, Hazel was honing her skill. She was very competitive, but she was also a graceful and calm fighter. Rarely did she let her emotions drive her sword, which easily intimidated a lot of the other kids. Among the Isle inhabitants, most of them feared her for the fact that no one could beat her. Try as they might, she remained undefeated. But, there was one boy who was determined to beat her in combat.

Harry Hook, son of the Captain Hook, took a shine to trying just that. But, his interest in Hazel only came from the goddess' irrational loathing towards him. Since they were mere children, even though she was just a few months older than he was, Hazel was never shy about how she felt towards the hook-handed, pirate boy. To everyone else, she either seemed unpleasant or perpetually irritated. But, to Harry Hook, she was determined to keep the boy as far away from her as possible. Going as far as to hiss in his direction whenever she'd felt his presence near her. Of all the inhabitants, Harry was the only person who seemed to drive the girl to the point of rage that the blue streaks in her hair would ignite at the sight of him.

Though, nobody ever really knew or understood why she had such a reaction to him. As far as the rumors would go, some speculated that he'd pulled a prank on her in school; and Hazel being Hazel, instead of snitching on the boy, she held a grudge over it. Other rumors assumed her hatred of the boy was as irrational as a bull seeing the red of his coat and becoming enraged enough to lock horns. But, among those rumors were the ones that actively lead Hazel in pursuit of her hatred for the pirate. The inhabitants started to assume she was simply jealous of the other Villain Kids as they'd all had something that would undoubtedly link them to their parents.

Mal had her mother's eyes and her spellbook. Evie had her mother's weird obsession with hearts, mirrors and castles. She would argue Evie's obsession with being a princess, but immediately chalked it up to the obsession having more to do with money than the Prince or King that would come with it. Uma had her mother's necklace. Gil had his father's brains and brawn. And Harry. Harry was almost the spitting image of Captain Hook with his red coat, his tricorn hat and the hook he carried around. In truth, it made Hazel laugh at how hard they all tried to be like their parents. She didn't need any of the excesses of her father. She had her own flare with a simple black, leather outfit with knee-high boots to complete her look. Sure, she had the blue, fiery streaks in her hair; that she'd tried a gazillion times to have dyed away. But, thanks to Harry Hook, her rage would burn right through the dye. Every. Single. Time.

But, this didn't matter to Harry as he often found solace in provoking Hazel. Over the years, they'd met each other numerous times in combat, Hazel managed to win each and every one. This lead to part of the reason the inhabitants feared Harry as well, as he was the only one who wasn't afraid to fight her. Despite him constantly losing to her due to his reckless ways. Most of the time, no words were ever needed as they'd clash swords on sight. The two had fought so often that the inhabitants would either clear the area entirely or they'd watch from the shadows. Harry and Hazel's rivalry was notorious throughout the Isle of the Lost as neither of them was afraid to spill blood from the other.

On this particular day, Harry was simply making his rounds before he first spotted the familiar, cat-like leather suit that was only donned by Hazel. Then, his piercing eyes traveled up her figure to lock on the streaks of blue in her hair. She hadn't yet sensed him near and Harry took that opportunity to stroll up beside her. She was standing at a cart in the marketplace, perusing the fruit, which were either spoiled or bruised and picking the bruised ones was enough to irritate her immensely. Her hand grazed a cantaloupe as an arm snaked over her shoulders and in the corner of her eye, she recognized the hook before she recognized the arm it belonged to.

"How's my favorite little goddess, eh?" Harry, being Harry, saw the beginnings of embers igniting in Hazel's hair as she let out a warning growl. That hadn't stopped him from cooing right into her ear. "Awwww... Don't be like that, lass. Once more with feelin'."

Before he could relish in her discomfort, Hazel growled out at him again. "Get the fuck away from me, Harry." With her words, she shoved her elbow into his ribs, making him step back. But, it wasn't enough that he'd release her. Today, Harry was feeling especially in the mood to annoy the fiery goddess.

Uma who'd been standing not far away called out to him. "Harry! Do you really have to do this? Every time?" To which, he tossed a maniacal grin her way and tipped his hat to her.

Turning his attention back to his nemesis, he continued to murmur to her as if he were whispering sweet nothings. "Uma's right, ya'know? We don't have to have a go at it every time we meet. By now, I thought ye'd have warmed to me. Ye don't call me Hook anymore."

Hazel, finally turned and locked her eyes with his that were heavily outlined in black liner. Half the time, it made him look deranged and it made it easier for her to gauge which mood he was in. She was seething and Harry was eating it up. She dropped the cantaloupe she'd been inspecting back into the cart before sending a harder elbow into his ribs, this time making him release her as she drew her sword right under his chin. In the distance, they could hear Uma and a couple others muttering about them going at it again while the previously quiet street suddenly became filled with chatter.

"I told you to get the fuck away from me. You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were either hard of hearing or you're seriously looking to get your ass kicked. Again."

Harry simply smiled as he pressed the base of his neck against her sword. It was a tactic he always went for with her, just to see if she was truly as pissed as she always came off. Seeing as she never took the opportunity to slice at him, he always figured she couldn't hate him all that much. "Come on, lassie. Ye'd threaten to cut open a man who isn't even armed?"

Hazel scoffed as her gaze dropped to his hook and she twitched an eyebrow up at him. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of threatening an unarmed man. But, you on the other hand? You get special treatment." As she said this, she made a swipe with her free hand with intentions of knocking his hook from his grasp. Though, she knew it wouldn't work as he always has a death grip on the damn thing. She never understood what it was about it that made it so special. To another point, it's how she always won their battles. This time, she figured she'd get the obvious out of the way. Only this time, Harry was prepared for it as he spun around, unsheathing his own sword and swiping it at her.

He let out a sickeningly cackled Oopsies as he managed to slice a few tips of her hair with his blade and she knew it the second it happened. Letting out a wild growl as she glanced down at the fallen strands, to her, that was all it took to bring them to an all out war in the market area.

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Swords clashing and clanging along the street, Hazel managed a boot to Harry's sternum that nearly knocked him off his feet as he swiped at her with his hook. Nearly catching her and nicking her cheek, the once calm, combatant Hazel almost lost her shit. But, she hid it behind a smile at his efforts.

"Oooooh. Looks like someone's been practicing. Tired of getting beaten every time, Hook?!" She glared at him with a prideful gleam in her eyes as her last naming him took him slightly off guard, at least long enough to kick his sword from his hand. As Harry made a dive for it, Hazel managed to meet him before he could take it and kicked it out of his reach. Only to then catch him with a booted heel to his chest. For the time being, Hazel had Harry right where she wanted him. With his only available weapon being his hook, he pulled up a good fight against her.

"Awwww... Hazel, ye sound rather disappointed. Surely, ye 'aven't thought I would always be easily beaten. Did ye? Or are ye losing yer touch?" His smirk was as wicked as the quickness of his tongue as he made another swipe with his hook.

Drawing back with her sword, Hazel attempted to send a backwards jab to his smug jaw as she quipped back. "Meh. No matter if I'm losing my touch or not. You're cocky and you think because you can keep up with your hook that you have me on the ropes." She made a swipe at his abdomen, which he dodged only to harshly butt his forearm into her ribs.

When she let out a pained grunt at the sudden rush of pain, he laughed before cooing at her. "Doesn't feel so nice now, does it, lassie? Ye'll 'ave to do a little better than that to best me now." His words caused her to seeth even more and he took advantage of her enraged roars. He lead her sword without her even realizing it as he swiftly spun and swiped his hook at her. Catching the lapel of her jacket, Harry managed to mangle the leather material just a bit as he let out a fake, surprised gasp followed by a sinister chuckle.

Still, Hazel didn't take her eyes off him. She knew full well that he was aware of where his sword laid and she wasn't about to let him get to it. And as if he could hear her thoughts, he sent a boot her way, that caught the side of her knee and knocked her off kilter to one knee; forcing her back to turn on him. Instead of going for his sword, he swiped at the back of her jacket just as she was pulling herself up and the move was brutal enough to mangle the rest of the material to ruins. He swung his hook as if his own life depended on it and if it weren't for Hazel's leather jacket, the damage would have definitely been far worse. Thankfully for Hazel, he hadn't caught her back as she'd felt just how brutal the gash would be.

At realizing her jacket was now ruined, Hazel let out a angered, warrior's screech as she flipped from her calm, combative style to one much more dangerous. "You. Are gonna pay for that, asshole!"

Harry simply snickered at her as she came towards him. He was ready and the training he'd been killing himself and the pirate crew with was finally paying off. Never had he gotten this far with the skilled goddess and he was determined not to let pride overshadow his own skill. Now, Hazel was intent on drawing blood from the hook-handed pirate. She thrusted a boot at him, which he dodged, but she was ready for it as she landed a hard elbow into his gut before raising it and landing another to his jaw as the move forced him forward. Just as he almost doubled over into her, she managed to get a kick to the back of his leg that would effectively take him down a few pegs.

She growled out as she stared down at him with rage-filled eyes. Harry, somehow found the sight to be hilarious and bursted into a fit of maniacal cackling. "Is that all you've got, darlin'?"

At that moment, Hazel did the one thing she never did in a fight. She stopped and shrugged the tattered leather material off, revealing her gray tank top. All it took was for her gaze to drop, giving Harry just enough time to make a break for his sword. Though, she tried to stop him again, it was too late and the second she got to him, he'd brought both his sword and his hook up in a defensive move. The dark-haired girl was thrown off guard as Harry was able to get the upper hand in the fight. As she'd done to him before, he raised a boot and sent a vicious kick into the center of her sternum; not only knocking her on her ass, but momentarily knocking the wind out of her.

Harry didn't feel as much pride in the move as much as he did in realizing he'd finally beaten his greatest challenge. She was down and he stepped towards her. Stooping down next to her, he nicked her sword as he stared down at her. Both of them breathing heavily, he laughed at the sight while waving her sword above her. "I would say this counts... as a victory, yeah? Now, if ye'd like yer sword back ye know where I can be found. I can't wait to continue this little squabble!" Reaching over, he patted Hazel's head before pulling himself up to his feet. Glancing around, he hadn't even been aware of the large crowd that formed to watch their battle. The onlookers were oddly quiet and Harry took it as they were mourning his opponent's loss to him.

But, it didn't matter now. He pushed his way through the crowd with intentions of going onto their ship and into his room. Uma, however, stared at her first mate in both wonder and pride as he passed her on his way. He wouldn't admit that on the inside, he was dancing. Hell, he was practically doing a can-can. But, on the outside, you'd swear he just had the battle of his life. The only thing was, Harry knew this fight wasn't over. He also knew that when Hazel was back on her feet, she'd be on an absolute warpath with intentions of serving his head up on a platter at the Chip Shoppe. Thus, he would wait her out in his room. It was only a matter of time before she'd come looking for him.

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It wasn't long before Hazel was already catching her breath and pulling herself up out of the dirt to dust herself off. Though, she was out of it, she'd heard every word Harry uttered to her. And as she picked herself up, she was monumentally pissed. A moment passed by where the dark-haired girl considered making him wait. She thought making him sweat it out as she wouldn't show up would serve to piss him off. She relished in that thought, but she remembered he had her sword. Her lips twitched with anger as she gazed around at the crowd of faces.

'What the hell are you all looking at? Don't you have jobs to get to?" Baring her teeth at them, more out of pain than anything, she hissed at them all. Abruptly, the crowd started to disassemble as she stalked her way towards Uma, still unmoved from her spot. Uma was also feared among the Isle, but the only other person who wasn't afraid of her was Hazel. In a truth she would never admit, Hazel was quite fond of the sea witch. Staring the teal-braided girl in the eyes, her rage sounded like gravel in her voice. "Where is he!?"

"Hazel, maybe you need to take a breath. Chill." Uma, had a duty to her first mate. She would protect him at all costs as he would for her. Even as she wanted to in this second, Harry had already thrown out the bait. He wanted to be sought out and though the sea witch was protective of Harry, she knew he wouldn't take too kindly to her thwarting his plans. Whatever those were at this time. With a solid roll of her eyes, Uma jutted her chin along the path the hook-handed pirate walked only moments ago. Hazel said nothing, but pushed passed her. There was one of two places the pirate could be and her gut feeling told her it wasn't Ursula's Fish & Chips. So, she made her way to their pirate ship while yelling along the way.

"Har...ry! I'm gonna find you. And I'm gonna gut you with your own damn hook! Do you hear me?!" She made her way onto the ship, finding it odd that their crewmen let her through with the fit of rage and hollering she was doing. She assumed Harry put them all on notice to let her and she found herself cackling maniacally at the thought. She was going to find him and when she would, it wasn't going to be pretty. She passed through the barracks and banged on each door as she continuously shouted Harry's name. All ranging from Harry to Hook. And all the way down to You Hook-Handed Raccoon. By the time she got to that one, she found the only door that had a familiar tricorn hanging from its handle. Even she would recognize that hat anywhere and knew she'd found him. With the butt of her fist, she pounded against the door.

"Open the door, Harry! I want my sword!"

One set of pounding knocks. Two sets of pounding knocks. Three sets of pounding knocks later.

The door finally creaked open and Hazel didn't take a second to ball up her fist and send a hard-handed punch to the pirate's chin. Letting out a pained grunt, Harry stumbled back in surprise, though he wasn't sure why he would be. She shouted like a banshee all the way down here. In truth, it was exactly what he'd wanted. Hazel then pulled back to send another blow to his face, but the element of surprise was broken and he grabbed her fist, pulled her into the room and slapped a manacle around her wrist. Then, did the same with the other as she attempted to double up and sock him with it. Maneuvering to kick the door closed behind her, Harry pushed her against it as he raised her chained wrists above her head; holding her there.

Harry's face came not even an inch away from Hazel's as he stared deep into her. Both, once again breathing heavily, rage leaked from her gaze to his as he wedged a knee between her legs. He wasn't about to give her the room to send a knee to his precious jewels. But, it took a few moments of staring into his oddly calm, blue eyes before Hazel snapped out of the surprise and tried wriggling out of his grasp.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Hook?! Let me go!" Hazel tried wriggling her chained wrists from him, but the pirate was simply stronger than her in this regard as he leered at her.

"Not until we've had a little chat." Glancing upwards, Harry used his span of reach to hang the chain of the manacles up on a hook-like peg that seemed to be freshly installed at the top of his door. This forced Hazel off the backs of her boot heels and prevented her from being able to get herself free. Though she tried like hell, Harry was very instrumental in using her short height against her. He had her right where he wanted her as he grazed his fingertips down along her outstretched arms.

"Are you fucking insane? What could we possibly have to talk about? Just give me my damn sword and let me go!" Her intention was to shout her words loud enough so that anyone would hear and come to break up whatever Harry had planned for her. Using her leather-clad hips, she tried to nudge him away from her, to which he didn't budge an inch.

His gaze was filled a creepy eeriness as he grazed his nose along her cheekbone and muttered. "I've heard worse. I assume ye'd know this by now." He couldn't help himself as he chuckled in her ear. However, Hazel wanted no part of this. What the hell is he playing at?

"Why do ye dislike me so much?" His voice was soft against her skin as the most confused expression crossed her face and she found herself squirming in an attempt to get away. Though, she knew that wouldn't be happening.

"You seriously chained me to your door to ask me why I hate you?" Hazel rolled her eyes and just as Harry caught the motion, he simply nodded as if whatever would come out of her mouth would either make or break his resolve. "Gee, why the fuck do you think I hate you, Harry? Come on. I'll give you three great guesses."

"Mm...No." He simply groaned out his response as he brushed his lips along her jawline before pushing his face into her neck. To say that Hazel was beyond confused was a vast understatement. But, she vividly felt his lips part before closing around her skin. Hazel's eyes widened and Harry suckled the spot as if they hadn't just tried to kill each other just minutes ago.

Shaking her head, Hazel tried to keep her equilibrium as she honestly didn't know what to make of all this. "Wh-What the hell are you doing, Hook? Get off me!" To this, he only shook his head against her.

"Not until ye tell me why." He'd released the patch of skin he worked on just to mutter and blow against the spot, sending strings of goosebumps to run along the goddess' body. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation and she was completely dumbfounded by this as she attempted to squirm again.

"Harry, you can't do this! This is wrong!" Her eyes widened more as she couldn't believe the words left her lips. More to the point of what she was insinuating.

Harry only chuckled at her before pressing feather-light kisses against her skin while cooing in his accent that suddenly had her squirming for different reasons. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No... This is manipulation." His hands moved torturously slow down the length of her arms and down her sides as he reached around her to grab her ass through her leather.

The blue streaks in Hazel's hair began to come alive, but not for the same reasons as she'd had before when it came to Harry Hook. She squirmed and tried, hard, to keep her wits about her. She'd even tried convincing herself she wouldn't let his tactics get to her. "What is the damn difference right now? You've chained me to your door; even though I came here to kick your ass and get my sword back. And, might I add, you're holding me against my will."

He could tell she was trying to sound annoyed, even angry and the thought teased him more than she would know. But, he abruptly pulled his lips from her neck and moved them to the shell of her ear before his voice poured in. "Would ye prefer I stop?"

Hazel's heart pounded in her chest as her legs trembled. But, every reason she could come up with for him to stop evaporated from her mind as soon as they'd make an appearance. She feverishly bit into her bottom lip as Harry slyly slid the tip of his tongue along the edge of her ear and she adamantly shook her head. He chuckled as he moved his eyes back to hers. "Tell me, lass. I want to hear ye say the words. Would ye prefer I stop?"

"No. Nooo. Don't stop." Her words fell in a tremor from her lips as her gaze locked with his. She couldn't fucking believe this. Her nerves were bundling and doing backflips in her stomach all because of Harry Hook; and the most disturbing part of this development is that she wanted him to keep going. In truth, she was wound as tight as the leather and hands, belonging to her pirate nemesis, that currently hugged her ass.

Harry let out a laugh as he searched the want in her hazel eyes. "So, ye prefer bein' manipulated like this? Shall I continue?"

"Yessss." Her voice fell in a wanton whisper as she found herself gripping at the chains she'd almost forgotten about until Harry took it upon himself to drop to his knees in front of her. He would first lift one of her leather boots before untying its laces and pulling it off, then he'd repeat the process with the other. Her gaze locked on his as she pulled against her restraints. FUCK. The sight of him knelt before her made her nerves sing louder and a fierce need would settle in the pit of her stomach. As he set her other boot aside, he added his many rings and his gloves before shrugging off his red leather coat and proceeding to gripping the band of her leather tights and peeling them down her long, slim legs.

He took a moment to sit back on his haunches and gazed up at her. One would think it was the sight of Hazel's black, lace panties that set him off, but no. It was the simple fact they were nearly drenched and it was by far the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

"Do ye have any idea how beautiful ye are?" Harry sighed as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He saw how surprising this all was for Hazel, but it was equally surprising for him as well. When he'd gotten the idea for the manacles, he had only planned to confront her about why she's hated him all these years. His only intention was to get her to talk to him without trying to murder him. Never in a million years had Harry thought he'd find either of them in the position they were currently in. Him on his knees as if he were worshipping at her feet and Hazel nearly bare in front of him as if she was an exquisite painting that he was hiding from the Isle.

Their eyes caught as if they held a silent conversation and he leaned in to trail nibbling bites up along one of her legs, only to repeat the same attention to the other. The second time, he didn't stop until he met the apex of her thighs. He tugged at her lace with his teeth as he let out a low, animalistic groan just to feel her shudder from it. Then, he took the lace material in his fingers before swiftly sliding her panties down her legs. He discreetly pocketed them with a sly grin to the restrained goddess and she managed to nudge him with her knee.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, Hook, but you are not keeping those."

"Well, I beg to differ, lassie. Tell me what I'd like to know and I might consider it." Harry flashed the dirtiest grin up at her as he trailed his fingertips back up the length of her leg. Clicking his tongue as he admired the softness of her skin, Harry lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder at the knee, bringing his lips closer to furthering his manipulation tactic. Hazel's mouth fell open at the sight of this only to squirm and tug at her restraints. This pushed Harry's buttons as he continued. Flicking his tongue at her, while feeling every quiver that currently ran through her, he leaned in to flick his tongue along her swelling clit. Hazel let out a sharp moan as her grip tightened around the chain.

Harry thought about teasing her to the brink without actually diving in, but his pants were tightening and becoming more constricting than he anticipated. Hazel's wanton moans drove him mad and he yearned to hear more. Thus, he slid the tip of his tongue through her drenched folds as he intently gazed up at her; watching her carefully. Hazel moaned out and shook the chain connecting her wrists and keeping her upright against the door. This only made Harry work more as he tasted her divine sweetness and began to vigorously spell his name through her folds. He chuckled against her wetness as he circled his o's around her clit and suckled the nub; effectively pulling a mangled, moaned cuss from her.

"Ohhhh. That feels...so...fucking good. Please...don't...you dare...stop." The girl drew her head back against the door as her eyes locked on the ceiling above them. An ocean of trembles scoured down her spine as he sucked her clit more and she couldn't help moaning out as he allowed her slick folds to graze through his teeth. She licked her lips as if it were a mimicking motion of the pirate's tongue exploring her sensitive clit. Her legs quivered for more and Harry let out a sickening chuckle as he lifted her other leg onto his shoulder. This drove the girl insane as she moaned and cried out into the air that seemed to be filling with heat.

"Say it. Say my name." Harry murmured against her skin as he traced his tongue around her opening, he ate her like she was his last meal; nearly pushing the girl's eyes to the back of her head.

But, she was quick to comeback, though her words were barely a whisper. "Isn't that Uma's thing?"

He shook his head, which added to the sensations he was driving through her core. "You're distractin' yerself. Aren't ye?" As he asked this, he raised his hand just under his tonguing action and slide two fingers into her. This made Hazel buck her hips wildly against his mouth, actually thankful he gave her legs a rest. All the while fighting the scream that built in the back of her throat.

But, that didn't stop her from squeezing her thighs around his ears, moaning out. "I'm trying not to pop your head like a damn melon!" Hazel's toes curled so hard behind the pirate that they both heard their popping sounds bounce off the walls. A sign that she was nearing her climax and this prompted Harry to speed up his fingering and suckling. Hazel cried out as she gripped the chain of the manacles as her orgasm built up, ready to destroy everything in its path. And still, she would deny his name to fly passed her lips.

Harry felt her walls clench around his fingers and knew there was only a matter of time before she'd explode for him. This drew a sly laugh from his lips as he shook his head up at her. Pulling his lips from her pulsing clit, he withdrew his intrusive fingers and Hazel nearly convulsed at being denied her orgasm. "What...the fuck?! Don't you do this...to me! I was just about to-"

"I know, lass. I know." Harry simply laughed in a breathless way at her while muttering and his accent did nothing to calm her buzzing nerves. She glared daggers at him as he sat back on his haunches once more. "But, not just yet."

Hazel glared down at him, the question written in her eyes as she silently pleaded Why?! Harry took great pride in this. Not a second had gone by that he didn't think about the fact that the girl who was never shy about her dislike for him was here. Though, she was here under the ruse of getting her sword back, she was at his mercy and nearly pouting at not being allowed her release. Harry licked his lips as if savoring the flavor she left on his tongue as he listened to the mixture of moans, inhaled gasps and frustrated growls that all made their way from Hazel's pretty, pink lips. He was relishing in her silently begging for him to continue. It gave him a sick pleasure while making him unbelievably hard. He watched her shake the chain that connected her wrists and the sight of her teeth biting down on her lip.

"You're such a fucking asshole. You know that?" Hazel attempted to tighten her legs around his neck, but the quivering that rocketed through them prevented that. She groaned out in frustration as she pulled her leg back and pressed her foot against his chest. She sneered at him as she made to kick him backwards, but Harry had since had it with her surprise attacks. Swiftly, he grabbed her ankle before biting at it and trailing slightly harder bites up to her knee.

"I think ye know by now I never learned to fight fair, darlin'. Why does this surprise ye now?" His blue eyes bored into her as he toyed with her. Slowly, he set bite after harsher bite along her torso, slyly raising her shirt for the moment, as he pulled himself back up to his booted feet before wrapping her legs around his waist.

So, Harry Hook is a biter. As if I needed to know this. Hazel rolled her eyes at him and knew his biting was meant to leave the perfectly reddened evidence that he was here. Though, her body betrayed her every thought as she locked her ankles behind him once his nose grazed her own. Scoffing between them, he'd pressed himself so hard into her that she wasn't sure if it was her heart that beat with fury or if it was his. "I thought you never learned to count. There seems to be a lot of missing lessons in the Hook household, huh?"

"And still, ye won't tell me why it is ye dislike me so much?" Muttering as he brushed his lips against hers with every word, he wouldn't give her the chance to respond. He knew she would only refuse him. Instead, his own response was to smash his lips against hers. He did it in such a way that almost convinced her that this was no longer his way of manipulating the truth out of her. Hazel moaned and at first, she refused him entry. But, Harry took that as a challenge. Sliding his hands around her, he made sure to raise a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. He grabbed her ass once again, but his hands wouldn't stay there. Instead, he trailed them up her back and grazed his fingertips back down. The tingling sensation caused the blue streaks in Hazel's hair to come alive once more and before he knew it, she was parting her lips and letting a moan fall in.

There was a shudder of glee that fluttered down the pirate's back and the second he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she curled hers around it with a yearning neither of them expected. His kiss tasted of salted chips and a sweeter saltiness that Hazel only assumed came from his perusal of her wetness. Her toes curled as she replayed the feeling in her mind and because of this, her own tongue grew hungrier for his. Harry relished in her suddenly wild and brazen kiss as he figured she was fighting him for dominance and to soothe her bitter heart, he let her win. But, only for a moment as he moved his hands from her back and pushed them in between them. He deepened their kiss to a feverish level that sounded all around his room. The sounds of lips smacking and the exchange of frustrated groans filled his usually quiet bedroom.

Harry worked his belts off and blindly tossed them with the small pile of their belongs that'd formed. Hazel tugged at her manacles as her thighs tightened around him. Her tongue wrestled his as she moaned into his mouth. She knew what he was doing and a fiery bolt of nerves shot through her. She was both nervous and anticipating the inevitable. I knew he and Uma hooked up at least once. The only reason the thought came up was because right now, Hazel was convinced he had to have been hooking up with someone to know all these little tricks. The vision of Uma in the very position Harry had her in painted itself in the back of her mind and it made her chuckle against his lips. Simply for the fact that if you know Uma, the situation would definitely be reversed. She chuckled against and Harry pulled back with a quizzical look in his eyes.

Hazel simply nudged her forehead against his as she murmured, almost out of breath. "You know, this would be a lot easier if you'd just free my hands, Hook."

"Oh, would it now?" The pirate hadn't stopped his work on his pants as his hard-on sprang free and he wasted not a second in grazing himself against her drenched folds. This forced a gasp from the goddess' lips as her mouth fell open. No matter what they would do, the elephant would never leave the room. They were both easily and constantly reminded that the fact still remained that not even an hour ago, they just dueled through the street. Harry chuckled at the mental reminder as he pressed another kiss against her parted lips. Her hair ignited in bright blue once more as he teased her entrance with his cock and as he felt a deep shudder leaf through her, he pushed his lips to her ear in a sinister whisper. "Nice try."

The word try left his lips in a deep grunt as he breached her entrance and filled her drenched walls with his thrust. Hazel cried out in a moan that seemed to drag from her mouth and Harry's face dropped into her neck as they froze there. The new sensation, the feeling of fullness surprised the hell out of Hazel, but the snug feeling Harry experienced sent a vibrating shiver down his spine. All that could be heard from them were shared groans as they both relished the feeling. Hazel's toes curled with the sound of harsh crackling while Harry's hands gripped her sides before taking their stay at her back. The pirate was the first to move as he pulled back, only enough to draw a breathy curse from Hazel before he slammed back into her. This forced his face to retreat from her neck as his forehead found itself resting against hers again.

"....Fuck..." Harry closed his eyes as the curse left his lips in a tremor. He didn't know what to make of it. Was it the fact that Hazel had felt so good to him? Or was it that she hated him and he found some sick pleasure in making her moan? Then, he grew determined. His thought process was still on making her confess the truth, but as a side quest, he wanted to hear his name in those moans she let out. He yearned to hear her scream his name in a way that wasn't murderous. It was sinister and downright evil, but there was no turning back for either of them.

Hazel let out moan after moan as he rammed into her. His hands dug into her skin as he moved them from her back and down to grip her hips. How in the hell is this even happening? Her thoughts banged and clashed around her mind like their swords as Harry filled her cunt like there was no tomorrow. His thrusts were deep and powerful as they managed to rattle the door they were pressed against. As if it would be of some help, Hazel gripped the chain of her manacles, but the only effect that had was making an even louder banging noise.

"Someone...is gonna hear us...!" Her head dropped back against the door as Harry's face had returned back to her neck. He sucked and nibbled at her skin to prevent his own moans from escaping. As far as he knew, as long as his mouth was occupied, he could maintain his handle on the situation. But, he couldn't stop his laugh at her obvious worry.

Pulling his lips from the purpling mark he was making on her skin, his blue eyes met hers as he moaned out his words. "...Everyone...will hear us..." He thrusted into her, hard and deep, making her cry out and her thighs tightened around him as if begging for life itself. His hands dug so deep into her skin, she was certain they would bruise and in this moment, she didn't care. Her gaze met the ceiling once more as the tingling sensation of her orgasm began to build again. She felt the knotting of her stomach unraveling and Harry only seemed to deepen his thrusts by dipping his hips, perfectly angling his erection to drive his name from her loud mouth. In his own rights, Harry was usually very loud, himself. Usually, he didn't care who'd hear him pleasuring someone or himself. Even though he'd always make sure no one was ever on the ship to eavesdrop. But, this was Harry on a mission to get something he wanted. Somewhere along the line of feeling her walls clench tight around his cock for release and pushing deeper into her, Hazel's mouth fell open.

Loud screams started ringing from the goddess' mouth. "...OHHHH! FU-" Before she could top off  her scream, Harry's hand clamped over her mouth and he abruptly slowed his driving thrusts; so much that the chain quieted. They'd felt the handle of the door jiggle from the other side as a muffled voice called out.

"Harry! Buddy, you know your hat's out here?" The voice belonged to no one other than Gil, son of Gaston, and Harry's face turned beet red as the boy tried to push the door open. "Yo! I know you're in there, buddy! You never lock your door. Let me in, man!" Harry pressed his face into the side of Hazel's, who was trying her hardest not to squirm. What Gil obviously had forgotten was a rule of the ship. If you want your privacy, leave an article of your belongings outside your door. The only reason Harry chose to leave his hat was so that Hazel would know where to find him.

They were both panting heavily as Gil continued to spill nonsense outside and Harry hoped to hell the boy would catch the hint and leave. Hazel, however, stared at Harry in a way that meant You're gonna have to say something to get rid of him.

"GIL!" Another familiar voiced carried in the distance and if Harry could be even more mortified in this moment, it was the fact that the voice belonged to Uma. "Put the hat back and get out of here. Obviously, Harry wants to be left alone."

There was a long pause of silence and Harry knew the boy was trying to register the situation. "OHHHHH! You mean the privacy rule?" Uma's laugh sounded closer as she lightly tapped at the door. She hummed a small tune that Harry knew meant he was busted. Of course, Uma would grasp the fact that Hazel came onto the ship on a warpath to possibly kill him and still hasn't left. If anyone could and would put two and two together, it's Uma. She rhythmically stomped her feet like she was letting Harry know that the coast was all clear. And the second her footsteps reached their faintest, Harry pulled his hand from Hazel's mouth. He let out an almost roared breath as he dropped his face to the other side of her neck. But, Hazel had already seen how red he'd gotten.

"Harry Hook. Are you blushing right now?" She breathlessly teased as she finally let herself squirm between him and the door. He let a soft laugh fall against her skin as he bit down, causing a yelp to climb from her lips. Harry Hook was absolutely mortified and it forced him to mentally retrace his steps. Gil's interruption momentarily threw him off his game, but he hadn't forgotten his plan. He traced harsh bites up the side of her neck and right under her jawline. Not only was Harry a biter, but he discreetly discovered that Hazel liked being bitten. Pulling his face back to hers, he stared at her. Not in the way that he had been, but almost as if he was staring through her. This forced Hazel to acclimate the fact that she was here for a reason. "Where's my sword, Hook?"

That took him off guard as his stare seemed to shift. He pressed his lips back against hers as he pushed a deep thrust back into her, pulling an unsuspecting gasp from Hazel. He pulled one of his hands from her hips to reach up and unhook the manacles from the peg that kept her where he wanted her. At this, Hazel's eyes widened and she assumed he was about to let her go. Instead, he pulled the chain over his head; letting it rest around his neck. Harry stared deep into her as he thrusted into her again.

"Ye'll tell me why ye dislike me?" He'd finally broken his silence as he rammed his hips into hers, effectively driving his hard-on through to her g-spot and she cried out at the sensation. It was as if she'd been hit with a ton of bricks and her hands found their way into his wildly, messy hair. His hair only added to his lunatic aesthetic and she tugged, hard. Harry let out a growl and he rammed into her again as if his thrusts were his question on repeat.

"Why is that so damn important to you?" Her frustration came out in a rush of hungry, breathlessly groaned whispers as he thrusted into her like he was giving her a warning to watch what she'd say next. But, Hazel wouldn't budge, even as he literally took her where he stood. "All these years...and you never seemed so intent on wanting to know."

Harry's eyes searched hers as his hips worked up a pace of driving his cock balls deep into her. Simultaneously, he wanted to shut her up, unless it was to give him what he wanted or to answer the question that he'd never admit had started to eat away at him over the years. He rammed his impressive length deep into her drenched cunt once more and Hazel's fingers tangled within his mass of locks.

Truthfully, Harry had always been a little curious about hair pulling. He just hadn't thought about what it'd feel like to have his own hair pulled the way Hazel had as he felt her nerves building up along with his once again. This time, it was Hazel's face that fell against his. Her mouth gaped as she let out shrill cry after cry. All filled with curses that seemed to reach the ceiling above them. Once Harry was certain she was bound to break, he growled at the fact that she still refused to moan his name. And as punishment, he stopped his thrusts again. He stopped all movement, yet he wouldn't pull out of her snug cunt.

This pulled a rage-induced scream from Hazel's parted lips as her face was pressed against the side of his. She attempted to bite him back as she growled. "...What...the fuck? Why...do you keep stopping?" Harry couldn't help the laugh that'd leave his mouth if he tried. She was begging for him and still denied him the ecstasy of hearing his name off her wanton tongue. This started to fuck with the pirate, deeply. It managed to make his cock harder, but it also drove his determination. Gripping her hips with one of his hands, he pushed them off the door before carrying her over to his bed.

As if either of them needed a full reminder of how deep his length was buried in her, Hazel's fingers gripped and tugged at his hair until he climbed onto his bed with his knees. Laying her down on the covered mattress, she moaned out a soft Please to him as his body covered her own, due to the manacles and her hands still tangled in his hair. Roughly, he reached behind his neck and grabbed the chain only to stretch her arms along his bed. He held her by the wrists as he rammed his hard cock into her once more.

"Tell me. Why." His words came out in a grating plea as his thrusts became more deliberate, more relentless and stronger. As if he was intent on eviscerating her beneath him, he held her in place while Hazel didn't seem to gather the determination leaking from his gaze. With one hand, he dragged his fingers along her arms before reaching her gray tank top. He was torn on if he wanted to rip it off her or to simply push it up her body. And in the spur of the thought, he did just that; pushing the material up along her arms until it joined the manacles clamps around her wrists.

Keeping her bound wrists in one hand, he grazed wandering fingers down the length of her arms before taking one of her small breasts into his palm. Her nipples were so hard, Harry thought he'd explode just from the sight of them. Teasing one between his index and thumb, Harry's mouth furiously watered for them, but he wouldn't let Hazel witness his yearning. His hips pounded into her with a purpose that was heard in Hazel's mangled cries and the thumping of the bed against the wall. Of course, the bed had been a permanent fixture on the ship, but that somehow didn't stop the sound from ringing around them.

"...Don't stop! PLEASE. FUCK..." Hazel's legs tightened around him before Harry pushed his knees further up on the bed with dripping hints of impatience, forcing her thighs to part, which would drive his cock deeper into her wetness. Her cunt swallowed him like a dream and he was rapidly losing himself in her. He was reaching his own climax and the closer he got to it, the further his goal seemed to be. Hazel's melodious cries began to cloud his mind as his cock twitched with need inside her. This forced Hazel's toes to curl in the air, which he got the full show from his peripheral.

"...Say...my...name..." Words grit out from Harry's clenched teeth as his moans became harder to suppress. Hazel wrapped so snugly around him felt divine and as he pounded into her, forcing loud moans to fly passed the goddess' gaped lips, his own followed as they fought the current of their approaching orgasms. Only this time, Harry had no intentions of stopping. However, Hazel realized the pirate was too far gone for his own undoing and managed to capitalize on his moment of giving himself over to his impending release. She yanked her manacled hands from his and grabbed onto the torn material that made up his shirt. She let out a maniacal giggle as she wrapped her thighs back around him and used the strength she had to flip him onto his back.

"Still...so...very...reckless..." Straddling his hips with her own, Hazel hissed her moaned words down to the bewildered pirate as she pushed her manacled hands under his shirt. She bucked her hips with a searing purpose and managed to pull a loud, crashing curse from Harry as he stared up at her. She let her hands wander over the lines and sinews of his stomach and a groan followed as she pressed her hands against his chest for leverage. He recognized her sudden look of determination. He knew it too well. Yet, it was usually aimed at trying to kill him or voicing her disdain for the pirate. He was fucked. Literally.��A frustrated, yet breathy groan sounded from his lips as he pushed his hips up into hers and she eagerly returned it with the curling thrust from hers.

"You wanna know...why...I hate you...so much?" Hazel gritted out through moans as she fucked him with an intensity that even surprised her. But, to both of them, the grind of her hips and the way she dug her nails into his chest was obvious. She was fucking him like she hated him and it wasn't any further from the truth. But, Harry wasn't having it. He wasn't gonna be dominated in his own scheme. With one hand, he reached across his bed as if to grab something and with the other and in another swift movement, he sat up under her while pulling the manacles back over his head. The move brought his face just about an inch beneath hers and he gnawed at her jawline with his teeth.

"...Oh, ye will tell me, lass. But...ye'll not be takin' over..." As his accent grated against her heated skin, she felt Harry grin as if he couldn't be prouder that he snapped the control right out of her hands. Hazel was about to retort when she felt something scathing along her back. It was cool and pointed and as Harry's teeth drew more marks along her skin and down to her breasts. Marks that she was certain would be obvious for all the Isle to see once she'd leave the ship. She let out a heavy, moaned gasp at the realization. He pulled the hardened nipple he teased just moments ago into his mouth and suckled it while grazing his hook along her spine. He felt her shivers and the lines of goosebumps it drew in its trail. Harry chuckled maniacally as she excitedly bucked her hips into his.

"That...damn...hook...!" Hazel's moans were almost growls as she drove her hips deeper onto his. She pulled his cock deeper into her and the feeling, each sensation he was giving her was driving her out of her mind. But, the pointed feeling of Harry's hook was almost like the last straw. Harry's lips moved from one of her nipples to the other and he suckled them like they were the most divine candy he'd ever gotten his hands on. But, a fiery need settled in the pits of his stomach as he felt her confession bubbling under her skin. Turning his hook sideways, he dragged the cool silver down her spine and made it a point of drawing the tip all the way back up. He did it on a loop and Hazel's hips quickened as she cursed into the air.

"You were...always... And I mean...ALWAYS...such...a cocky...little...shit... You thought...you could get...whatever...you wanted... All...because you had... that damn...hook...!" Though, her words were mangled and feverishly moaned to him, she punctuated each and every one with a bucking thrust of her hips. As if it was her way of driving her points home to the pirate. But, Harry was relishing in what sounded like her confession.

"...Mhm... Tell me... more, lass..." He moaned as he nibbled her peak with his teeth before trailing nibbling bites back up along Hazel's neck. He'd seen the telltale marks he was leaving all over her skin. Marks that would surely not leave within a day and he smiled like he was being told the secrets to getting off the Isle. All the while, Hazel's body buzzed with her impending need for release and every sensation Harry pushed through her. Her hips still made the point of punctuating her thoughts, her words and her moans with deep, pounding thrusts that pulled his cock deeper into her.

"That hook...formed a chip...so big...on your shoulders... I was sure...you'd drown...in your own ego..." As her moaned words fell in tremors from her lips, Hazel dipped her head so that her lips were pressed right against Harry's ear. She chuckled deeply as she took it upon herself to nibble at the edge of it as he continued grazing his hook along her spine. Her skin tingled as strings of goosebumps raised in its trail. Harry, relished in all of her. He moaned out as her hips rode him like she was riding him through the barrier itself. But, most of all, Harry was losing himself in her. In all of her. What is she doin' to me? Harry's mind rattled in all directions. The reminder that the girl now nibbling his ear with soft, sensational moans of pleasure, that he gave her, absolutely despised him. His cock somehow managed to stiffen more as his thoughts rattled his being. And as if Hazel could sense the pirate's wandering mind, she slid her fingers back into his mess of hair before tugging him clean out of his mind's spiral.

"And...I wanted...to wipe...that smug...ass...smile off your face... I needed...to knock you...off the thousand...pegs... you built... for yourself..." Hazel grit her words out through what sounded like angered moans against the pirate's ear. Harry, being Harry and partially, if not completely, insane; he ate this confession up like it was candy stolen from a baby. Hazel's true anger began to seep through the fluid rocking of her hips as the meat of the matter began to come to light. But, the picture still wasn't very clear for Harry as he teasingly dragged the point of his hook down her spine.

"...Mm...You want... the whole truth... don't you...?" Making a point to bite the edge of his ear, Hazel purposely let his skin graze through her teeth and she chuckled as she felt Harry's body tremble beneath hers. With each thrust of yearning they gave each other, she felt hIs heart beating wildly right against her chest. His lips were parted with the sounds of low, hungry groans seeping free and he relished in the way her thighs hugged at his sides. But, he wanted more. He needed to know what was left of Hazel's confession. That's where Hazel had Harry right where she wanted and she wasn't even sure he realized it. Until she tried to slow her angered thrusts. Harry only chuckled in that sinister way of his as he shook his head beneath her chin. A sexily muttered No flew from his lips to her skin as he furiously gripped her hip with his free hand. He eagerly rocked his hips upwards into hers, managing to ram his cock into her as her she cried out at the sensation. Her lips parted against his ear and he was so close to his explosion, he was practically running on fumes. How long can I hold out?

"But, why?" With harsh growls and a harder graze of his hook, Hazel's cries only heightened as she retaliated by quickening her thrusts. Only this time, she pulled his hair until his eyes were locked on hers.

"Because...I wanted...to be...your...nightmare... You had...that hook...and you... Fuck...did you...become...unbearable... You...robbed...me... You...threatened...me... And I... Oh...how...I promised...you...would...pay...for that... That's...why." Though, laced intoxicatingly with moans of pleasure, Hazel's words rained down on Harry with a fury and the hatred of a thousand suns he'd never see. He reveled in how her hips bucked into his when she felt particularly strong about what she was saying, but he felt her words like tattoos etching his face. He made to trail bites long her jawline, but Hazel managed to maneuver her manacled wrist until she was able to grip his throat in her gifted hand. She didn't squeeze in a way that was meant to kill him, as her tone might've suggested, but it allowed her the leverage to take control of their rocking hips. She quickened the rhythm as if she was threatening to bring Harry to the edge of his orgasm before letting him finally pop. The pirate wasn't oblivious to this and was so riled up with the anger leaking from her hazel eyes, he almost came just at the sight.

Harry was a sick and twisted boy. He enjoyed the anger and contempt she held for him. It definitely raised the bar of his resolve as he was already struggling. He tried to remember the incident she spoke of, but he honestly couldn't. Do ye know how many I've robbed over the years? His thoughts rattled in his mind and he actually worried that if he voiced any kind of disassociation to such a time, she would definitely strangle him with his own manacles. Instead, he dug the tip of his hook deeper into her skin as he drew it down her back. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was more than enough to satiate the goddess' excitement for pain as she gifted him a deeper curl of her hips.

"...FUCK...HAR...RY..." She let out the most satisfying cry of his name and it took everything in him being not to climax right then and there. Since they'd started this, the thought of her moaning his name ran rampant through his mind. But, he began to think she wouldn't bend. Not to this particular whim. Should've dug a little deeper sooner. As his thoughts taunted him, Hazel's body began to tremble with each hard thrust he'd drive into her. She was closer and he felt her cunt scream around his cock as her fingers tangled and pulled his hair for life itself. Chuckling through his own gratifying moans, Harry drew the hook along her spine once more and that was it.

"OHH...GO-....HAR-...FU-...!" Hazel's blue streaks came alive once again, only this time they flamed bright blue. The clear sign that her climax hit her harder than Harry had anticipated, and he couldn't stop himself. None of her words finished themselves, but one thing was very certain. His name tumbled in a shattering chorus from her gorgeous, pink lips and it set his orgasm off on every heated cylinder the pirate possessed. Harry dropped his hook beside them as his moans escalated to intense growls before his hands dug into her back. They'd both froze in place as their orgasm rocketed between them like a kinetic wave of energy neither of them expected. Harry, knowing that Hazel is Hades' daughter assumed this was what her ignited locks and he couldn't contain his excited. His lips were pushed into her neck while her own were darted towards the sky as they remained locked in a mass of quivering limbs. They were both spent beyond recognition.

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Harry's eyes slowly opened as he became perplexed of where he was. He recognized the significant darkness of his room on the ship as he peered up at its porthole. The light that shone through had drastically changed and he was certain it was nighttime. The only thing is he wasn't sure how deep into the night it was. His mind raced with vivid imaginations of Hazel and he was almost certain the entire affair was the makings of a wet dream. That's not to say that Harry would evade admitting that he dreamt of the fiery-haired goddess from time to time.

All his thoughts shifted once he further drifted out of his sleep. Long enough to notice the girl now sleeping soundly against his chest with his other arm wrapped snugly around her.. If Harry's eyes bulging wasn't enough to wake him up, this was. The moonlight made her blue streaks seem as if they glowed and the pirate was momentarily awestruck. But, he had to pull himself out of his gazing. What he experienced was definitely not a dream and somewhere after their shared climax, they'd obviously both fallen asleep.

"Well, aren't ye a talented one, Hook?" He muttered to himself as he mentally tried to retrace how they'd gotten here. Even as he found himself gently stroking Hazel's hair, Harry was completely dumbfounded. He glanced down at their mass of tangled limbs and realized that at some point, he'd released her from the manacles; yet had no idea where those were now. Hazel being as bare as the day is long quietly snored against his bare chest, indicating that he'd taken his shirt off; yet had no clue as to where that was either. But, his pants were still undone, with the addition of Hazel's hand hidden within them.

How was he gonna get himself out of this one? He'd actually felt more comfortable than he expected and that managed to fuck with him. Harry stared down at the girl, whose face seemed to resemble a peace that might've been foreign to her. He had the urge to kiss her forehead, but silently cursed himself for the notion. Slowly, he traced his fingers down Hazel's bare back and couldn't fight the smile that crept along his face. There was no doubt about it. She was absolutely breathtaking. Not that he wouldn't have admitted that beforehand. Harry always considered her beauty; even when she was hell-bent on slicing him up.

As he drew tiny circles along her back, Hazel began to stir. Harry couldn't believe he was melting from the tiny, groggy groans she murmured against his chest. Though, he made no move to retract himself from her, he watched the goddess' eyes open before she would go through the same ordeal he had. The pirate would never admit that it was cute watching her retrace their steps before finally noticing and pulling her hand from the opening of his pants.

"Uggh. What time is it?" She turned her face into his chest as her arm pushed along his stomach. Clearly, she wasn't fully awake and the pirate chuckled heartily at the sight.

"I've no idea, lass." His voice was slightly raspy, which made his accent sound even rougher and Hazel's eyes snapped up to meet his. Letting out another groan, she hadn't in a million years thought she'd be greeted by Harry Hook's sleepy voice and it shook her more than she expected. But, as she became more conscious of their situation, she was determined to save face.

"Mm. Right. You wouldn't." Hazel began pulling herself up from his bed and the pirate grew a little testy at this as she seemingly started to look around for her belongings.

"Ye don't 'ave to go now, lassie. Mornin'll be here soon." Harry squirmed as he shamelessly stretches his arms out to her once she snaked away from his side. Hazel threw him a glare that made him drop his arms to his sides before making to close the fastenings of his pants.

"You want me to wait until all your shipmates are awake so they can see the blatant evidence of this?! Yeah. I don't think so." Hazel had a thought as she leaned back over towards Harry. She flashed him a slick grin as she snagged her panties from his pocket before climbing over him to sit at the edge of his bed. "I told you, you weren't keeping these."

"T'was worth a shot, don't ye think?" Harry laughed as he actually had forgotten that he pocketed those earlier. Should've hid them when I 'ad the chance. Admiring the fiery little goddess, Harry reached over to draw his fingers along her back. He watched her find her shirt before putting it back on and stepping into the lace. Hazel's skin flustered as she felt his wandering fingers and tossed another glare at him.

"Harry, let's not pretend we suddenly care about each other, alright? This was a one time thing and I'm still wondering what the hell you were even thinking?" Her voice sounded annoyed, but they both knew that it wasn't towards Harry as she meant it to be.

"I was thinkin' I wanted to hear the truth from ye. Why ye disliked me so much." Even as Hazel stood to pull up her lace, Harry's hand lingered in the air for a few moments as he watched her. "But, wantin' to learn the truth turned to somethin' else entirely."

"Yeah, no shit. Where's my sword?" She made to roll her eyes before Harry pointed across to his chair in the corner. Propped up against the desk was her sword and she let out a hefty sight at him for it.

A matter of gathering her clothes later

It didn't take Hazel long before she was dressed again. All the while being very aware of the pirate's intent gaze on her to whole time. Mostly, Harry stayed quiet as he didn't feel like taking the risk of sounding like he actually cared about her. In truth, Harry didn't feel much hate towards the goddess to begin with. Harry'd only started to fight with her once she made her dislike known. He was actually intrigued with her and the fact that she'd go to such great lengths to spurn him.

Harry watched as Hazel got herself back in order. Except for her obvious mess of hair that would paint an interesting picture for anyone who knew she was on the ship. Once she felt she was presentable, she reached to grab her sword before turning to the pirate, still lying comfortably in his bed. Aside from the warmth that Hazel had provided him.

"I don't hate your hook, Harry. I hate the way you wield it. You've become an exceptional opponent with your sword. That, I admire. But, you've gotta learn how to not be so damn reckless. You didn't need to boot me to win." Without another word, Hazel tried not to look back as she quietly left Harry's room and snuck off the ship.

In true honesty, Hazel didn't quite know why she felt the need to acknowledge his skill at all. But, the truth was, she admired his hook. Often times, she was jealous of it. There had been a time when she'd have gladly taken it off his hands just because of the way he swung it around with reckless abandon. It was obvious the pirate only carried that thing around for the aesthetic of it all. She felt sorry for it more than she did for Harry. Over the years, she'd watched him use it for petty thefts, as he'd done to her once upon a time. And she always laughed because they would give in to his tactics, though there was very little damage he would've done with that hook.

-A number of One Time Things later-

Months had passed since Hazel and Harry's first intimate incident. Seemingly, nothing had changed between them. They still held their usual banter that would often lead to Hazel pulling her sword on the pirate. Only now, Harry won their duels more often now that he was learning to switch up his tactics. As Hazel had started doing as well once she figured out that he was learning her techniques. Though, their duels seemed to be held out of spite, those like Uma and a few of her pirate crew knew better. Though, she never spoke freely about it, only in passing with Harry, Uma figured out since their first incident that something deeper happened between them. She didn't seem as jealous as Harry would have assumed, which is why he never brought it up.

But, as time went by, Harry and Hazel's one time thing slowly turned into two, then three, and then four. More often than not, Hazel found herself sneaking onto their ship while Harry started taking back alleyways to get to her place. To the inhabitants, who weren't as blind as the pair thought they were, they'd all assumed their continued fighting was their form of foreplay. And in many ways, it was. They both knew they got off on the heated battles they put each other through.

Often times, Hazel found herself wrung up on Harry's door, while the pirate would find himself chained to Hazel's bed. In the streets of the Isle, the pair never let on about their lives behind closed doors. Though, more and more inhabitants seemed to be privy to the rumor mill picking up speed. Neither one of them made any moves to play into what others thought they knew. In public, they remained bitter enemies with a score to settle between them. While it wasn't a matter of saving face for anyone who would try to prove them different; their constant dueling made them better combatants. Harry's reckless style kept Hazel on her toes. While Hazel's calm and graceful tactics made him a much sharper pirate and first mate to Uma. Not to mention that the sea witch recognized this.

Now, Hazel's once again found herself chained to the pirate's bedroom door. Only this time, instead of her leather catsuit, the goddess' managed to scrounge up a pleated, leather dress with a skull cut into its back. When Harry laid eyes on her, despite the fact the pirate couldn't find words, he mentally decided he wasn't taking her out of it. He grew anxious at the thought of seeing the skirt raised up along her back. For the most part, Harry tried to behave as he had something in mind. But, the pirate had to admit that there was no such thing as behavior when she looked like that while being chained to his door.

Harry forced his lips to part and remove themselves from the purpling spot he eagerly worried into the skin of Haze's neck. This made the goddess laugh because she could tell he was a little nervous about something. Only she couldn't figure out what he could possibly be nervous about with her. For a moment, Harry pulled himself so far from her that his breathing was heavy when he stepped away from her.

"Awww... Don't you dare go catching feelings on me now, Hook. You never pace. At least, not with me. It's not like I'm going anywhere." Hazel chuckled as she watched the pirate pace a small path in front of her. Harry, however, quietly muttered to himself and it was so low that the goddess could barely hear him. To a point, it was cute that something about this made him nervous. She squirmed against the door while her eyes wandered over his moving figure before he stopped and stared at her.

"Now or never, righ', lass?" The look in Harry's eyes was a little deranged, but not his usual madness and Hazel had no idea what he was talking about. He paced once more before firmly nodding and the gesture seemed more towards himself than it was towards Hazel. Though, it was a short distance, Harry's boots moved with purpose as he walked over to his desk. He rummaged as if he was stalling for time before eventually pulling one of the drawers open. Hazel attempted to crane her neck as if to peer over his shoulder, but the bulk of his height made that impossible. And as if he could feel her hazel eyes boring into his back, Harry glanced over his shoulder at the restrained goddess.

"Oh, for the love of it." Harry suddenly smacked himself in the head as he seemingly reached back into the drawer for something else. That, he brought into view and it was a simple cloudy, glass bottle. Hazel easily recognized it as Harry's moonshine and her mind began to wander. What the hell is this even about? He pulled the cork from it before aimlessly tossing it on the desk while he took a swig. It was months ago that Harry let her in on the secret that he makes the ship's moonshine and that it's more of a process to scrounge up the supplies than it is to actually make it.

Eventually, they'd share random conversation and a bottle instead of rushing to escape one another. Though, neither of them would admit it, they saw vastly different sides of each other during that time. After weeks of Hazel teasing him that she assumed he made his moonshine in a toilet like she'd read in some books, the pirate fessed up that most of his process happened on a stove at Ursula's Fish & Chips. Hazel preferred her version better, to which Harry teased that he'd never kiss her again if that were the case.

But, never had Hazel seen Harry drink with intent to calm himself or whatever uneasiness he seemed to be experiencing now. Slowly, he turned back around to face her, seeming to be significantly calmer than he was. His smug smile adorned his face as he walked back over to her; bottle in hand. The moment he stood before her, he pressed the rim of its neck against her lips and without hesitation, Hazel parted her lips for him. There was only a swig left and he gifted it to her. She licked her lips as he pulled it away and replaced it with a hard kiss.

"Harry... You realize you're acting strange, right? What's going on?" She pressed her forehead against his as her fingers gripped at the chained manacles. But, with his smug smile back in place, Harry raised his finger to press against her lips.

"No talkin', alrigh'? Ye'll be listenin'." He was definitely more confident than he was before as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Hazel let out a relieved laugh as she assumed his motives were with a naughty intent, until he pulled one of his knees back up. From his back, he presented her with a tiny, red, velvet box and Hazel's eyes widened as if they'd pop clear out of her head. Harry chuckled as he pretended not to notice as he took a deep breath. "Would ye-"

"Harry, NO! I don't know what you think you're doing, but NO! Absolutely not!" Aside from the immediate igniting of her blue locks, Hazel's heart pounded furiously in her chest and the swig of moonshine Harry had given her seemed to knock her off kilter. Harry, being the annoying pirate he is, pretended to be hurt by her rejection, though he was dancing on the inside. It took everything in him not to laugh as he saw every thought practically skitter across her forehead. Where the hell did he even get that? Her thoughts banged around her mind as other thoughts poured in. You managed to find a dress that hasn't been severely tampered with and you're wondering where Harry Hook found a velvet box?

"Ye didn't let me finish, lassie." There was an amused twinkle in Harry's eyes as leaned to press a calming kiss against the goddess' knee. That only managed to make her squirm and he found it amazing how her body responded to him over time. He raised an eyebrow at her as if asking permission to continue, and though her heart still beat thunderously in her chest, Hazel nodded.

Mimicking the nod, Harry focused his attention back to the small box in his hand. "Now, ye worry wart." He had to chuckle his rising nervousness away as he made to open the box, but was intent on his dramatics. "Would ye do me the honour of bein'-"

Harry's eyes sparkled up at Hazel as she'd now begun worrying her lip. Her mind wrestled itself into submission as she stared on. I swear, if there's a ring in that box... Harry, being as attuned to her as he'd become, opened the tiny box as her thoughts ran into a brick wall. It wasn't a ring. But, it was a gold coin with a decal that looked monstrously close to his hook on its face. Hazel's face scrunched in a mixture of relief and curiosity as he presented it to her. "Hazel, Goddess of the Underworld, would ye do me the honour of bein' my hookmate?"

Staring long and hard, it took her a massive minute to gather her thoughts. What!? From Harry Hook, it was both a grand, yet corny gesture. Both, which Hazel couldn't even deny was adorable if she tried. Harry did what Harry does best and poked his lip out at her, which was meant to bring her back. Letting out a loud chuckle, she rolled her eyes before nudging him with her knee. "What would people think, Harry? What would Uma think?! Don't think I'm stupid, Hook. You two haven't gotten together because things like this are frowned upon."

Harry simply pulled himself up to his feet, reached up to push the velvet box into her palm before unhooking the manacles and tugging the chain over his head. Staring deep into her, he wrapped his arms around her as his smirk appeared in place of his dissipated smile. "Ye're distractin' yerself, aren't ye?" As he asked this, he pressed a kiss against the tip of her nose and was glad when it earned him a giggle.

"Yes! This isn't some small thing, Harry. This is us. I'm supposed to hate you!" To say that Hazel was in fact distracting herself from making a decision, was an understatement. One that Harry saw right through as he stole a heated kiss from her cheek, then one from her neck before finally pressing one against her lips. He brought his icy, blue gaze back to hers and simply shook his head.

"Don't ye go worryin' 'bout the others, lassie. Uma..." The pirate sighed deeply as he had considered what his captain would think of all this. At first, he imagined the fury that would flash across her adorable face at him for possibly throwing away what they meant to each other. He thought about how, for as long as he could remember, he worshipped the ground she walked on. And the fact that he still does and probably always will. This wasn't Harry disregarding what could've been and, on several occasions, almost was with Uma. But, he was embracing that what could've been just wasn't in the stars for them this go around. That maybe they would find each other in another time.

Right now, Harry had grown to feel something for the girl who, at every turn, would openly admit that she hated him. And he could tell, just by the way she looked at him and the way her hair lightly ignited, that she was on the same page. He embraced that maybe this whole "Faith" thing did exist. The first incident in his room could have happened in a much different way. They very well could've killed each other that day. But, in a weird spur of the moment, what happened is maybe what was meant to be.

Harry shook his head, realizing he drifted as he pulled his full attention back to Hazel, who seemed to be admiring the coin over his shoulder. He chuckled, but he felt greatly relieved that she was silently considering him. He places a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth. "Come back, lass."

"What? I'm here. You're the one getting lost in your words." She chuckled and wrinkled her nose at him. "And before you finish, I'd like to point out that I actually like Uma. I'm not sure how I would take her trying to kill me for thieving you away."

Harry, however, couldn't contain his laugh if he tried. But, it reminded him of what he wanted to say. His fingers squeezed at her sides as his eyes searched hers. Not for reassurance. He didn't need it as he watched the lightly, ignited flames dance in her hair. His smug smile back in place, he grazed his hand up along her back until his fingers tangled in her hair. "Uma'll understand. But, I won't go on pretendin' this isn't real."

As the word real left his lips, Hazel's eyes pulled to his and the fact that it was the farthest thing she imagined him saying was obvious. She made to open her mouth to speak, but was momentarily dumbfounded. She'd realized about a two weeks ago that keeping up the bitter enemies act was getting harder and harder to pull off. Of course, it was a rush and that's often how they landed in either his or her room. But, she was finding less and less excuses to start an all-out fight with the pirate. Adjusting her arms over his shoulders, Hazel pressed her forehead against his while placing a heated kiss against his lips.

"Harry... It's been incredibly hard to pretend that I hate you. So, if you're really serious about this. Then. I guess I have no other choice."

"So..." Harry tried to hide his eagerness, but even he was certain his smile would crack his face at a moment's notice. But, the sight of Hazel's spreading across her lips made the pirate happier than even he had anticipated.

"Yes! I'll be your hookmate." Hazel laughed at the term, but she laughed even harder as Harry lifted her off her feet and swung her around his room. Neither of them knew how this whole "dating" thing worked. Harry had only heard about it in a book Uma read to him once, simply because he was curious and she scoffed at the idea. All the while trying to hide her blush. But, the situation wasn't so different for Hazel either. She'd read numerous old books that depicted it as "courtship" and she found herself scoffing at the idea.

Harry swung Hazel around his room once more, only to land her on his bed where he pulled her into a deep, heated kiss that seemed to last longer than any they've ever shared. The idea of Harry being her pirate and Hazel being his goddess was one they had never thought would be possible. A year ago, had they been told that eventually they'd end up together, Hazel and Harry, most likely, would've raised their respected sword and hook at the person brave enough to conjure such an idea. But, here they were. All spite and animosity turned into something neither of them ever expected to be.

The End