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where you lead i will follow , mat barzal

note, hello! here is it! my summer 2023 fic exchange! thank you to @wyattjohnston for putting together another amazing exchange! you are so slay! this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! i hope this is as slay as you hoped for and i hope you enjoy! so, i love gilmore girls too, and have a fic inspired by luke and lorelai coming soon, so i instead went with jess and rory because i am a jess girl. if you aren't, argue to a wall cause i don't care. this is loosely based on their relationship, this isn't them. just wanted to clarify. another note, sorry there are a lot of time jumps just cause i'm lazy, but i promise this is still very slay. pair, mat barzal x reader summary, mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. warnings, none :) word count, 5175 words (this is longer than i expected lol)

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As soon as Mat stepped out of the taxi, he knew he would rather be anywhere else, "Mat." His uncle Milo greeted him stiffly as he stepped off the bus.

"Milo." Mat greeted, a flat expression on his face.

"You can call me Uncle Milo, you know." Milo attempted.

"Right." Mat nodded, making his way to the back of the taxi and grabbing all his bags.

"Well, let's get you home." Milo capped his hands and grabbed one of Mat's bags and leading him towards his apartment. Milo set Mat's bags down in the room he had designated as Mat's, "All right, well you get unpacked. My friend Lauren invited us over for dinner tonight."

"And you're telling me why?"

Milo sighed, "Because you're coming along, and you can't say no." Mat sighed, "Oh, and by the way, no one knows who you are here."

"They don't?" Mat asked.

"I don't think anyone in Ivory watches hockey." Milo chuckled, "Anyways, your secret is safe with me." Milo reassured him, then walked down the hall, leaving Mat alone in his new room in a town he didn't know anything about full of people who had no idea who he was or why he was there.

Milo and Mat stood on the Y/L/N doorstep. Milo looked over at Mat, and reached over, fixing his hair, "What the hell, man?" Mat snapped, swatting his hands away.

"Did you even brush your hair?"

"I did, actually."

They both turned to the door when it swung open. Your mom, Lauren, greeted them both with a warm smile, "You must be Mat." Your mom smiled.

"Mat I am." He nodded.

"Huh, he's funny too." Lauren nodded, raising a brow, "Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready." She stepped aside so they could enter.

Mat walked into your small apartment, his eyes going around every corner and looking at every photo on the wall. It was all of you and your mom, most when you were younger but there were a couple that were newer because you both looked a little older.

"Y/N, our guests are here." Your mom hollered down the hallway. You came down the hallway, fixing your necklace.

You smiled, "You must be Mat."

"Yeah." He nodded, moving behind you to get a better look at the racks of CDs you had. You frowned, "These yours?"

"Yeah." You nodded, mirroring his previous actions.

"Wow, The Cranberries and The Jonas Brothers." He nodded, picking up the two very different CDs.

"It's called taste." You grabbed them and set them back in their spots.

"Nah, I'm not judging. I like a girl who can do both." He smirked, picking up another CD and reading the back.

"You listen to music much?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"A little." He shrugged.

"You can borrow that." You told him.

"I'm good." He shrugged.

"Hey, you two, dinner's ready." Your mom popped her head out of the kitchen and into the living room where you two were.

A couple days later, Mat was getting accustomed to life in wherever he was. He didn't know what it was called and he didn't care to know. He had picked up a small cup of ice cream and was walking down the street, heading back to Milo's apartment when he saw you leaving the music store.

You looked up as he approached you," Hey, Mat." You smiled, "How are you liking it here in Ivory?"

"It's small."

"Small."

"Much smaller than where I'm from." He admitted.

"Right." You nodded, narrowing your eyes before clearing your throat, "I should get going. I'll see you around though."

"Wait, I have something for you." He pulled out the CD he had been eying a few days ago.

"Oh, wow, you didn't have to buy it, I offered it to you."

"I know. This is your's." You were stunned.

"Right." You nodded, taking it back from him.

"See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah." You stood in your spot, stunned.

A few days later, all you could think about was Mat. The interaction a few days ago, albeit short, was still on your mind. You were... confused to say the least. He was cold the first time you met, but the second time, things felt different.

"...Now, I don't know if you have anything going on two weeks from Friday, but I sort of signed us up for a dance class." Your mom told you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Dance class?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Why did you sign us up for a dance class? You can barely tell your right from your left and have awful hand/eye coordination."

"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." Your mom explained, "I panicked. There are a few other ladies at work doing it, so I decided why not?"

"You are insane. When you're sweating and panting, I'll laugh." You leaned back in your seat, shaking your head. The bells above the diner jingled, and you looked up, curious when you heard the diner quiet down.

Living in a small town, everyone knew everyone. It was quite the cliche. So, when news went around that Mat was in town, everyone knew and everyone started gossiping. What did he do that was so bad he had to be sent away? Why was he here?

Mat looked around the diner, taking a deep breath as everyone looked at him like he was a caged animal, "Hey, why don't we tone it down a notch, guys?" Your mom called out, but no one listened to her and continued staring.

"Hey, quit it!" You shouted, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze and they all went back to what they were doing. Mat shot you both an appreciative look before going to the counter to order.

As he was leaving, he stopped by your table, "Hey, thanks for that."

"It's no problem." Your mom shrugged it off, "Next time you see creeps look at us, just shout at them for us, then we'll be even." She winked.

Mat nodded with a smile, the first you'd seen from him, "Cool." He nodded, "I'll see you around. Gotta get this back to Milo." He held up his bag of food.

"Oh, yeah. He gets cranky."

"So, I've heard." Mat chuckled, before smiling and giving you a fake salute before walking out the door.

"Y/N, there's someone here for you." Your mom hollered down the hallway.

"Who is it?" You asked.

"You'll just have to see." She winked, making her way down the hallway to her own room and shutting the door.

Your brows furrowed together as you made your way down the hallway to the front door where Mat was waiting in the doorway, "Mat? What're you doing here? Is there a CD you wanna borrow or something?"

"No," He chuckled, "I wanted to apologize. For my behavior the first time we met." You were stunned at his apology and the fact that he even was apologizing.

"Oh..." You didn't know what to say, "Well, thank you. I accept your apology. I get it. If I were new in a small town and were forced to meet new people, I'd probably react the same way."

"That still doesn't excuse my behavior." You raised a brow at the way he was speaking.

"Are you okay? Did you, like, go to school with the prince or something? Why are you talking so properly?" You laughed.

"Media training."

"Media training? Are you a promise?" Your eyes widened.

He laughed, "No. I play a little hockey in New York."

"Wow, a real city boy." You teased, "You any good?"

"A little." Mat smiled with a nod. You hummed, smiling, "So, look, there isn't much to do around here, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the music store with me." He offered.

You were shocked, "Yeah, sure." You nodded.

"Cool." He nodded, trying to play it cool, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." He nodded again, "How does 1 sound?"

"Sounds good." You nodded.

The next day, you were ready way before 1 o'clock, and at exactly 1 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door and you knew immediately who it was.

You jumped off the couch, smoothing down your pants, before making your way over and opening the door, "Hey." You smiled.

"Hey, you ready?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. On the outside, he looked cool and carefree but on the inside, he was so nervous and could feel the nervous sweat going down his back.

"Yeah." You grabbed your bag and then locked your door. You walked and talked over to the music store, the conversation very mundane.

The second you walked through, you were off in your own world. You ditched Mat and started rifling through the records as if you weren't there a couple days ago.

"Looking for anything in particular?" He asked, looking through the box next to you.

"No, but every now and then, they get new records." You shrugged, continuing your search.

"Hey, Y/N." The owner, Vic, called out, grabbing your attention, "I think I have something for you." He waved you over. You eagerly walked over and gasped when he pulled a record from under the desk.

"Vic, have I ever told you I love you?" Your eyes were wide as he handed you the record.

He only smiled as Mat walked over in confusion, "What's so special about a Blink-182 record?"

"We moved houses a little while ago, and in the move, I lost this record. It meant everything to me. I would play it practically every day, so when it went missing, it was the worst day of my life. I've been on the lookout for one since then, but for some reason, it's been impossible."

"Until today," Vic spoke up with a proud smile.

"Until today." You nodded with a smile. You got your wallet out, ready to pay, but Mat stopped you, "What?"

"I got it." He told you, handing Vic his card.

"What? No." You shook your head.

"Can't I just do this nice thing?" He chuckled.

You pursed your lips as you tried to read him, "Fine." You related, letting Vic swipe his card so he could pay.

Mat held the door open for you as you exited, "You know, I didn't tell you that story just for you to pay for this right?"

"I know." He nodded, "I just wanted to." He shrugged.

"Well, next time you see something you like, within reason, let me buy it for you." You nudged him.

"We'll see." He smirked.

As the weeks passed, you and Mat started hanging out more. You learned about his life in New York, learned about his best friend Anthony, his sister, and his parents. You also learned about his crippling fear of dogs, which was hilarious, and he regretted it the moment you started laughing.

He learned about your love for books and your love for ABBA and Mamma Mia. He learned your mom worked at a hotel and she also shared your love of music.

Your mom was at work, so you were left alone. It was summer after all. You were startled and confused by the knock at the door, "What're you doing here?" You asked.

"Hi, Mat. Good to see you too." He joked sarcastically.

"With the formalities out of the way, my question remains. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was doing some research. There's a hockey team nearby. It's like minor league, I don't think they even keep score, but I got us tickets. They're for today." He held up a piece of paper with information about the team.

"Let's say I wasn't free. What would you do?" You asked.

"Go to the game alone." He shrugged.

"Fine. Just give me like 10 minutes."

"You have 5." You raised a brow, "I was working up the courage to ask you and kind of wasted a lot of time. The game starts in an hour and it takes a while to get there." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Awh, do I make you nervous, Mat?" You teased.

He quickly shook his head, "No."

You laughed, "All right, five minutes." You nodded.

You found your seats but before you made it, Mat insisted on buying you a hat from one of the parents outside. The merch had the team logo on it, and most of the people inside were wearing it.

"Wow, this is much more enthusiastic than I imagined for some reason." You laughed.

"Yeah, they can get pretty rowdy." He looked around.

"So, you go to many games in New York?" You asked.

He laughed, "A few."

"What does that mean?" You asked curiously, to which he only smiled, turning his attention to the ice as they began the national anthem.

By second period intermission, Mat had explained every rule of the game to you so you understood a little of what was going on, "Hey, I'm gonna get a hotdog, you want anything?" He stood up from his seat.

"A hotdog sounds pretty good about now." You nodded with a smile.

By the time Mat got back, the second period was getting ready to start, "Sorry, line for hotdogs was long." He handed you yours with a couple packets of condiments, "Didn't know what you wanted, so I got everything."

"It's all good. Thank you." you smiled, "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me." He shook his head as you pulled out your phone.

"What? Mat we can't keep doing this. I have money, you know." You joked.

"I know, but I feel bad that I took so long."

"It's fine. I made a friend." You pointed below you to the kid who was sitting in front of you with his family. The kid waved, a look of awe on his face.

Mat winked. He knew the look on the kid's face. It was one he was all too familiar with. The look of recognition. The kid knew who he was, but thankfully, had the manners not to say anything.

By the end of the game, you were practically a seasoned expert. You followed Mat around the arena, thinking you were going to the car, but were confused when you ended up right next to the ice.

"What are we doing here?" You asked nervously.

"Well, since it's your first game, I thought I'd make it memorable." He smiled, "Your gonna ride the Zamboni." Your eyes widened.

"What?" He pointed to the big ice machine coming down the hall.

"So, who's it gonna be?" The Zamboni driver asked, looking between you and Mat. Mat quickly, without hesitation, pointed to you, "All right, hop on." The man smiled.

You got on the Zamboni, and it felt like an out-of-body experience as you drove around the rink. Mat watched, filming the entire thing, from the entrance off the side of the ice.

"That was crazy." You exclaimed as you hopped off.

"Yeah? I thought you'd like it." He laughed, sending a smile and a wave to the driver and the couple of workers in charge of the Zamboni.

"That was so cool, Mat. Thank you. I had a lot of fun tonight."

"I'm glad I was able to be the lucky guest who took you to your first game."

"Glad you were here for it. You're a good teacher. Thanks to you, I wasn't so clueless." You laughed.

"And you're absolutely sure there's nothing going on?" Mat asked.

Lauren sighed, "Yes, Mat, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I know my own kid's schedule."

"Okay, I just want to make sure. These tickets were very expensive and I don't think they're refundable."

"And I told you, I can pay for her ticket." Lauren insisted with another exasperated sigh.

"And I told you I got it covered," Mat told her.

Both of their heads whipped over to the door as you walked in, confused at the way they both looked over at you, "Hi."

"Hi, honey." Your mom smiled, "Well, I'm going to get going. I've got some stuff to do. I'll see you later." She grabbed her bag quickly and kissed your head before leaving.

"That was strange." You laughed, setting your stuff down on the couch, "So, what're you doing here? Another hockey game?" You asked.

"Well..."

"Oh, please don't tell me you bought hockey tickets again. I had fun, but I think the next time we go, I should buy them because I feel like a moocher and if I buy them then you can't tell me no." You ranted.

He smiled, "Not like that, but I do have another surprise."

"Oh, no."

"Oh no" what?" He asked.

"Your surprises are always big and expensive."

"The hockey tickets weren't too bad and the record I got you was even cheaper than both tickets combined."

"Mat..."

"Okay, fine, this one's a little expensive." He handed you an envelope, nodding his head when you raised a brow at him. Your entire body froze when you read what the paper said.

"Mat Barzal." You gasped, "Are you serious right now? This isn't a joke?" You started looking around the room.

"What're you looking for?" He laughed.

"Cameras." You answered.

"Stop, I'm being serious. They're real." He grabbed your arms and sat you back down.

"Holy crap." You sat down, covering your mouth in shock, "You actually got Blink-182 tickets?"

"Yeah." He nodded with a proud smile on his face.

"How?"

"I know a guy." He shrugged, to which you raised a brow, "All right, my sisters pretty good at this, so I had her get them for me."

"Well, tell your sister I love her, and thank you." You were still in shock as you kept reading the tickets, "Oh, my God, now I have to find something to wear." You rushed off to your room.

"This is insane." You shouted over the loud noise of everyone in the arena, "And so are these seats. I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage for a concert in my life." You laughed.

"Yeah, Liana is really good at these kinds of things." Mat nodded.

"I really can't thank you enough, Mat. This means so much. No one's ever done this for me."

"Eh, it was nothing." He shrugged it off.

"Okay, just take my gratitude, will you." You both laughed. You took your seats and sat in silence, just taking everything in. Mat left a few times to go to the bathroom and get food, but you sat the entire time, wanting to remember everything.

After the concert, you were on a high. The post-concert depression was hitting, but it was worth it. You quickly went through your grocery list as your mom waited for you in the car.

"Thanks." You smiled at the bagger as you rushed outside. You set the stuff in the backseat then got into the passenger side, "All right, they had everything except tomatoes." You informed her, looking over at her. You could see the worry in her brows, "What is it? Did someone die?" You asked.

"No." She shook her head, "Honey..." She paused.

"Just tell me." You exclaimed.

"It's Mat." She started.

"What about him?" You asked, your mind racing as you frantically thought of every possibility.

"He's gone." She told her, her eyes screaming with pity and sadness.

"Gone? Gone where?"

"Milo called while you were inside. Said he went home."

"Home where?"

"Back to New York. Said the team called and said everything was cleared and he could come home." She explained.

"What team?" You asked nervously.

"You didn't know?"

"Know what, Mom?" Your brows furrowed together again, this time in confusion and hurt.

"Mat plays for the New York Islanders. A pro hockey team, like the big league. He was sent to Ivory because of some bad press and now that it's all cleared up they called him back." You sat back in your seat, taking in what she had just said. She watched you, worried, "You okay?"

"I want to go home." You told her.

"All right." She nodded.

As soon as you got home, you made a beeline for your room and stayed there for the rest of the night. You laid in bed, not even moving when your mom called for dinner.

She leaned in the doorway, watching you stare at the wall, "I'm gonna just leave this here." She said, setting the plate down on your nightstand, then sitting on your bed. "You feeling okay?"

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"I can't speak for him, but maybe he just wanted to forget about whatever was going on in New York." She suggested.

"But I wouldn't have judged him or said anything."

"I know that." She nodded, hugging you and kissing your head.

"I really liked him, Mom." You whispered, your voice going quiet as your eyes filled with tears.

"I know you did." She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears as she did her best to comfort you.

The months dragged on and eventually, you moved on. It took a lot of pushing from your mom and even Milo, but you started hanging out with a guy from your school and one thing led to another and you started going out.

"Y/N, Jared's here." Your mom announced.

"Coming!" You hollered back, fixing your shirt before hustling down the hall where Jared was standing, talking to your mom, "Hey, you ready to go?"

"Yeah." He smiled. You said your goodbyes to your mom before you were out and walking through Ivory. Jared was telling a joke, which made you smile.

"What is it?" Jared asked, noticing that you stopped laughing. He followed your line of sight over to someone across the street, "Who's that?"

"It's, uh," You swallowed harshly, "It's no one." You shook your head, "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street.

Mat saw you from across the street and even from across the street, he could make out the look of surprise and hurt on your face. He saw you drag the guy who he could only assume was your boyfriend down the street and couldn't deny the pang it sent to his heart.

The next day, you had sufficiently ignored and avoided Mat, somehow. How you did it was a mystery even to you but you did it. All that progress came crashing down when he walked into the diner.

You were waiting for your mom and he had seen you from outside and rushed in, "There you are." He sighed, trying to catch his breath after running in.

You sighed, angrily setting your cup down as he took the seat in front of you, "Look, you have every right to be upset with me..."

"Hell yeah, I have the right to be upset with you. For one, you lied to me about everything, and two, you left without any explanation or reason. I had to find out through Milo."

"I didn't lie about everything."

"Oh, no, just your occupation and the real reason you were here."

"Look, I don't get why you're upset." Mat sighed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he messed up.

You scoffed, "You have some nerve, you know? I get it, you didn't want people to know who you were or why you were here, but I thought, I really thought we had something special but then you just leave. No note, no email, not even a message in a freaking bottle!." You exclaimed, shaking your head, and gathered your stuff.

"I tried."

"I don't believe you." You turned and walked out the door, ignoring the looks the other patrons in the diner were giving you.

It was like was against you because as you turned the street with Jared, Mat was walking down the other side, his arm wrapped around some girl's shoulder, a girl you had never seen.

You slowed your pace but it was already too late to cross the street, "Huh, funny seeing you here." Mat commented.

"Yeah." You sighed.

"Do you two know each other?" Jared asked.

"At one point." You nodded, keeping your eyes on Mat.

"Well, are you going to introduce us?" The girl Mat was with asked impatiently.

"Right," Mat nodded, "This is Alexis."

"This is my boyfriend, Jared." You pointed to your boyfriend.

"And this is awkward." Alexis muttered under her breath, "Mat, I wanna go."

"Alright, yeah, we gotta go." Mat grabbed her hand again and they walked past you.

You sighed, linking arms with Jared again as continued your walk, "So, who was that?"

"Mat. He's just a friend, well a former friend." You corrected.

"Just a friend?" Jared raised a brow.

"Just a friend." You nodded, reassuring Jared.

Mat hadn't planned to be in Ivory for too long, but he wanted to make sure you accepted his apology before he left. Milo had caught a cold and Mat could barely cook, so Mat braved the cold and went outside to get food from the diner when he saw you and Jared standing in the park, seemingly in the middle of an argument. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were in public and he was just there.

"Are you serious? You promised he was just a friend, but ever since he got here, you've been weird." Jared told you.

"Jared, please, can we do this somewhere else?"

"No, be honest with me, do you like him?" He asked. By that point, everyone in Ivory was listening in on your conversation.

"What are you talking about?" You balked, "This is so stupid, Jared. You're making no sense."

"I'm making perfect sense. Before Mat came to town, we were perfect. Everything was going great. Then he came to town and it was like a switch had flipped. Everything changed, Y/N," The way he said your name hurt.

You knew he was right, but maybe you were too blind and hurt by what Mat had done to see it, "Jared, please."

"No, no more. I'm done. I'm sorry." He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car down the street.

You stood there, regretting not wearing a jacket. As you looked around, you then realized just how many people had heard your fight and it was just the icing on the cake.

You were tired and as soon as the first tear fell, you were running as far and as fast as you could. Mat stood in his spot frozen in confusion. Everyone was watching you, not stepping in to help, so he decided to do it.

"Hey!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "Quit it!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing.

He sighed, following after you as fast as he could. He found you sitting on a bridge, over a lake. He could hear you crying and sniffling as he caught his breath.

"Y/N...?" He called out your name quietly so it wouldn't startle you, "Can I sit next to you?" You didn't say anything, so he took it as his chance to sit down, "Wow, you are a fast runner." He felt his lungs burn with every word he spoke and every breath he took.

"Took track in high school." You told him, sniffling as you both looked out onto the water, "Was it bad?"

"Nah." He shook his head.

"Don't lie to me right now, Mat." You sighed.

He hesitated, "All right, it was a little bad." He admitted.

"God." You sighed, wiping your eyes.

"But don't worry, it'll all be over by next week."

"Great, so I can't go outside for the next week." You sighed angrily, "You can go, Mat. I'll be okay."

"No." He shook his head.

"Just go." You repeated.

"I'm not leaving you alone." He stated. You sighed, rubbing your temple, "Me and Alexis, we were never dating." He admitted.

"What?" You asked, brows furrowing together at his random outburst.

"We were never together. We went on a date, yeah, but nothing more."

"Why are you telling me?"

"Just so you know you aren't alone." He reached over and grabbed your hand. He smiled when you looked at your hands together, but didn't do anything to remove your hand from his.

After Mat had followed you down to the lake, you had kind of been avoiding him. It hadn't been intentional at first, but it sort of just happened.

Mat saw you across the street and started crossing the street to see you, but you quickly ducked into a store and lost him. That was when he knew something was wrong. He thought he did something wrong, so that was why he avoided you.

You knew you had to tell him what was on your mind, so you decided to go to his place and tell him what was wrong. You knocked on his door and saw when he opened. thedoor, he looked like he wanted to shut it in your face.

"Before you shut the door, please let me say what I want to say, then you can shut the door in my face." You cut him off.

"All right." He nodded, crossing his arms.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It's immature of me and it's wrong because you didn't do anything. It's all me." You admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"I like you, Mat. Like, really like you, and when you left, it hurt. I was hurt, and when you came back, I was surprised. You came back just as fast as you left. It was all happening too fast. I had gotten over you, I was with Jared, then you came back and threw a wrench into everything."

"Oh, my apologies." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, sarcastically of course.

You narrowed your eyes back at him before you continued, "I'm trying to apologize for the way I've been acting and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked you and really liked spending time with you before you jet off to New York again and leave without a goodbye." You shrugged.

He sighed, running a hand across his face, "Y/N..." He breathed out.

"That's all I had to say. You can shut the door now if you want." You told him, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.

Mat's brain was slower than his feet because before he knew it, he was calling out your name and picking up his pace. He grabbed your arm softly and spun you around.

He ignored the confused look on your face before leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled away, your brows furrowed in confusion, "Is that you saying you feel the same way?"

"Yes." He laughed, "I like you, too, Y/N."

"Oh, okay." You nodded, stunned by what just happened, "Can we kiss again?"

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hello!! <333

(sorry for poor grammar or language mistakes, english is not my first language😭😭) (also this is my first time requesting something, AND I'M NOT A MINOR, i turned 19 a month ago <33)

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

nah but srsly the way you write the characters is sooo realistic, i hate fanfiction where the characters are written totally different from how they actually are, but the way you write the characters IS SO CANONNN

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

aww, thank you so much! i do get a bit insecure about how i potray characters and this just made my evening! and sadly, you didn't provide a storyline, you know, specifically what you wanted to happen aside from the non con (how they meet, whether the reader is apart of the troupe or not etc etc) so i decided to make my own storyline so i hope this is nice! also, because it's easier to write imo the reader is afab with she/her pronouns.

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

tags: there is a bit of chrollo x reader however it's still mainly feitan x reader, reader insert goes by the name "bunny" to avoid using things such as y/n not to mention it's a lot easier to memorize,

tw's: heavy non-con (obviously), blood, slight gore, torture usual feitan shit, reader pisses herself (thought it would be interesting to add), dacryphilia, anal

notes: this took a lot longer than expected, i'm not the most proud of this piece so sorry if it's not ground breaking or the most descriptive literally ever, this will also be posted on my ao3

w; 4,227

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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"let me go! let me the fuck go!"

she yelled as the restraints on her arms and legs were tightly bound to the seat beneath her, she tried biting at anyone who dared to touch her.

in front of her was the dead body of her last comrade, his face was unrecognizable due to how much blood covered it, cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and all 10 fingernails were peeled off, scattered on the floor.

it was something she was used to seeing, she had saw peoples guts spilled out of their stomach, she had seen peoples heads ripped off of their necks..

but what it's someone she had known for so long in the same fate.. she can't help but feel uneasy.

her captors didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed by her behavior, it's like they're used to people acting this way.

one of them was taller, he lacked eyebrows is a notable feature of his, and the shorter one was pale, with messy black hair, the bottom half of his face was covered by what appears to be some type of scarf.

"she's a feisty one, how do you plan on breaking her?" the blonde said, who she later learned that his name was phinks, and the other's feitan.

"i have something new in mind." is all feitan said.

"alright, i'll leave it to you." phinks takes his leave, all she could do is wonder what he plans on doing to her, she heard that he tortures people, so, she expects to come out with scars.

but little did she know, she was in for something pretty different.

feitan steps closer to her, softly placing his rough, cold hands on her soft cheek, she flinches at the touch, making him pull his hand back at her action.

he stares at her, watches as she tries to break the restraints, only bruising her arms and legs.

"you're too weak." he said.

"either shut up or get me out of here!" she gathers enough saliva and ejects it to his face, spitting on him.

he goes to pull out something, a cloth, to wipe away the spit at his face.

"pathetic little girl.." he walks closer, bending down to her level to admire her features, but all it appears is him staring at her, blankly.

no wonder they call you bunny..

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there were 15 people apart of a gang, dealing with drugs, getting into fights with other gangs, and other things of the sort, it was dangerous work.

it was all started less than 15 years ago by a man, a 19 year old boy named adrian, who had joined a gang in order to protect his sister from other gangs, the area they lived in was ridden with poverty and crime, murders, rapes and kidnappings happened what seemed like almost every day, anyone was at risk no matter the age or gender.

and throughout the course of these 15 years the crime started to drop, all because of this gang, but after the leader died due to unknown circumstances, most likely murdered, adrian became the leader, and things changed,

adrian became the thing he swore to protect his sister from.

but his sister, now an adult, had gone down her own path of crime, she became more ruthless than that of her brother, at first not wanting her to join, he thought that she would be useful in a way, so, she became the first female member.

because of her cute appearance, they referred to her as "bunny," she may be cute but she's anything but, her face and clothes covered in blood and guts, an arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and, a master manipulator, often times used to "seduce" men into gaining information, but she would never actually sleep with any of them.

things started to take a strange turn when another gang had gotten involved.

the phantom troupe.

how this all started was that the spiders leader, chrollo, had gotten himself involved with bunny, she had to admit, he was a fine, handsome man, he spoke in a way bunny had never even heard of.

for their first "date," he took her to a nice, upscale restaurant, the food was expensive, something bunny may not ever afford, however, it was delectable.

the two of them never actually suspected one another to be apart of any type of gang.. or did they?

things didn't turn out well for obvious reasons, chrollo was using her to get closer to their boss, because apparently, he had something valuable, the details were vague, not even bunny was aware of what the hell was going on, and now her and the rest of the gang were dragged into it, because her boss, no, her brother, had owed someone something.

and it may possibly lead to his death.

when bunny found out, she was pissed, her brother had stolen from the spiders, and now they were after them.

what the hell was bunny going to do against the spiders, she's smart enough to know that she is no match, and that it's sudden death for her if they ever manage to put their anger towards her.

or was it?

bunny was not weak, she was one of the few apart of the gang that used nen, she rarely used it unless it calls for desperate measures, but, her ability consisted of her being able to manipulate her opponents to see their fears.

and she might have to use it against a few members.

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

she was the one left standing after the gang, her family, all fell beneath her, at the hands of the phantom troupe.

her brother, adrian, holds his broken, bloodied arm as he limps over to her.

"b-bunny.... get out of here.. you're no match for them... just ru-"

he was cut off with a sword stabbing through his chest, blood staining the concrete floors as she succumbs to his death, the sword is pulled away and his lifeless body falls to the floor.

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

bunny felt what appears to be fear for the first time in her adult life, she couldn't move, she just froze..

she shakes at the sight of him, as he slowly moves forward.

she was going to die, there was no doubt about it.

she closes her eyes, preparing for the same fate, but that's not what happened, she's still alive.

"kill everyone else, except for bunny" were the orders given by chrollo according to one of the members; nobunaga, that same samurai that killed her brother.

but why? why was she spared? did chrollo see something in her? was she useful?

"feitan, do whatever you want with her, but don't hurt her too much, and don't spill too much blood."

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and now were here, she stares into the dark purple eyes of her captor, he steps back from her face.

"what the hell are you doing to do to me?" she asked, she knew now that trying to fight back was useless, the restraints were on far to tightly.

he didn't answer, but goes on to pick up something on a nearby table; a small blade.

she was going to be tortured the same way he was.

he walks to her slowly, pointing the blade at the top of her shirt, slowly lowering the blade down, towards the end of her torso, making a clean slice, the shirt falls apart, revealing her breasts covered by her bra.

at the sight of the medium sized breasts, feitan feels his pants growing tighter, hidden cock twitching at the sight of not only her angered, yet scared expression, but how her breasts sit perfectly up.

but he wanted to drag this on further.

and with one quick slash, the bra is now cut in half, too, her breasts fall out from the now useless bra, revealing only a small bit of her areola whilst the rest is covered by the bra cusps.

now going down to her pants, with the same blade, it cuts smoothly away, slowly revealing her underwear, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, as he might cut her skin if he does.

the pants were now cut in half, her clothes were ripped in half to reveal the most intimate parts of her.

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

"any sudden movements, and i'll kill you." he said lowly.

it was useless to fight back now, she got the hint on what he was planning on doing, he wanted to break her in another way, not in the usual torture way.

but by fucking her, whether she wanted it or not.

the restraints were removed, but before she could even think about moving, the blade was held to her neck, so close that it poked her, but not enough to draw blood.

"on your knees."

slowly dropping to the floor to get on her knees, she listens to every command he orders.

"remove your clothes."

she removes her shirt, bra, shoes, pants and underwear, she's naked, while he remains fully clothed, looking down at her pathetic frame, she could've sword a small chuckle was heard from him.

this guy was menacing.

he starts to shuffle with his pants, pulling them down only to reveal his leaking cock.

for his small size, it was just slightly above average, but enough to do something without causing any pain.

it was hard as a brick, was he turned on by her suffering.

he grabs the back of her head, and pushes her head towards his cock, forcing her lips to part around the head, he pushes himself down her throat, making her gag, pulling out with a single strip of saliva trailing it.

"a stupid bitch you are, can't even take my cock down your throat."

she wanted to punch his head off right then and there, clutching her fists as his cock re enters her mouth, but he didn't push all the way to her throat, going slow as he pulls and pushes in and out of her mouth.

she felt small drips of his precum touch her tongue, feitan pulled at her hair to remove her from his cock again, and pushes her face to his balls, forcing her to smell them, for a minute she realizes what he's trying to do, she pulls out her tongue out to lick the base of his cock.

"good girl." he tells her. "now you try on your own."

he officially removes his hand from her hair completely, he now expects her to suck his cock on her own.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump back and forth as her mouth follows behind, the pace gradually grows faster, the sounds of her soft moans and saliva begin to fill a part of the room.

his hand returns to the back of her head while his other goes to remove her hand that is pumping away at his cock, only wanting her mouth, helping her move at the pace he wants her, he moves his hips back and fourth a little faster than her, every time the tip touches the back of her throat she gags, rejecting him.

he wants to bypass her gag reflex, not caring at all for her gags.

"thats right, choke on it.." he says to himself, he sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, enjoying the sight of her wet eyes, because he's the one thats causing it.

a girl who came in oh so mighty and oh so tough, is now slowly but surly falling apart at his hands, he is slowly undoing her, and he loves it.

he can't help but go just a bit deeper, to her her lips touch the small amounts of pubic hair he has, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries not to gag, a grin creeps up from behind his scarf, she's trying oh so hard.

"poor bunny, is my cock too much for you?" he mocks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon.."

he pushes as far as he can, her cute, soft, delicate features will soon be covered in his semen, pulling away from her mouth to pump away at his cock, shooting out small amounts before more and more cover her face, shooing away at her hair, mouth and cheeks, and once he was done, he lets go of her now messy hair, viewing what he had done.

she uses her index finger to remove some of it from her face.

"taste it." he commands her.

looking down at the substance, the blade returns to her face, reminding her that he can and will kill her if she doesn't obey.

her tongue grazes the liquid, before sticking her whole finger in her mouth, tasting the salty, murky substance.

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

"bend over on the table, over there." he commands again.

she stands up to walk over to the table, despite for how long she had been sitting on her legs making them a bit weak, she bends over on the table, sticking her ass forward for him to see.

viewing her ass, feitan grazes his hand over one of her cheeks, giving it a good hard slap, making her jump, and tighten her legs shut.

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

feitan walks to a part of the room she couldn't see in her peripheral vision, before returning mere seconds later with something long and lanky in his hands.

was that.... a belt? or a whip? or maybe a mixture of the two.

after he managed to make it over to her, the leather piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was softly grazes the other cheek, before a hard, painful slap hits her, making her throw her head back, and borderline scream in pain.

"that was 1, out of 10."

just 10 more to go, hopefully he doesn't raise the number... hopefully.

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

but he stopped, for a short moment, he see's her trembling, her legs especially, her cheeks were red, she gripped the end of the table, tears welling up in her eyes, she tried not to give him what he wanted, she tried not to sob.

but something else came out as well.

she feels herself let loose, as warm liquid falls to the floor.

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

feitan shakes his head in disappointment. "how old are you?"

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

"damnit." she said to herself, why did she have to piss herself? she couldn't have just held it in a little longer?

"but i'll be nice this time and start from 5.. you were good up until then... you count this time."

he resumes, this time again on her left, and waits for her response.

"if you don't respond, we'll have to start over."

"5..." she stutters out, through her tears, she couldn't help it, he was hitting her so hard, and it hurts.. so fucking bad.

on her right cheek.

"6..."

she let out a few quiet sobs, not even close to the last 2 digits.

on her left cheek.

"7..."

her tears started to stain the table, she wept, and screamed at each smack.

on her right cheek.

"8..."

it kept going on, and on, and on, until she finally reached 23, she felt like she would almost pass out by the amount of pain she had to endure, not even period cramps were this bad, and that was saying a lot.

her pussy still moist from her piss, feitan had gotten an idea, but for him, it was still far too early for it.

he flips her on her back, getting a good view of her, her clit was peaking through the lips.

normally, he wouldn't care much for the pleasure of the person he's sleeping with, it was all to chase his own pleasure, however.. something came to him.

just fucking her senseless won't do for now, he wanted to see her completely undone, of course he was halfway there, she still looked at him with hatred and disgust.

but he wanted to hear her moan, to at least hear her beg for more of him.

and he knew exactly what to do.

using his middle and index finger, he pushes her lips apart, revealing her clitoris in all its glory, it sits unbothered and for now untouched.

for now.

he starts off with soft, teasing touches, in the most sensitive areas.

for her, it wasn't painful, no, it was pleasurable.

he wanted her to feel pleasure, all to boost his ego.

that he'll for sure break her.

she tries not to make any sound, its easy, but she can't lay here and lie by saying it didn't feel good, it did, in fact, it felt amazing.

especially when he goes on to remove his scarf, revealing his face entirely, she doesn't know if its because of what he's doing, but he isn't all that bad looking.

he pulls out his tongue to softly lap at her sensitive clit, her legs twitch at the sensation and she throws her head back, damn, it really did feel good.

she couldn't help but let out at least a couple cute soft moans, but, he heard them, continuing to lick away, he pressed his lips against it to suck, making her, unknowingly, slip out a groan, urging him to continue.

his plan was working, she was moaning for him to continue, just to take things to the next level, he sticks two fingers inside of her gaping, wet entrance, curling his fingers to find that spot.

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

he didn't stop, but continued doing the thing that made her yell out his name.

music to his ears.

"f-fuck..." she gasped as she felt herself already nearing her orgasm.

but he felt her start to tense up, and he backed away, watching her, watching him.

she looked at him as if he was crazy, she could see the amused smile on his face as he watched her look up at him, her face once again showed those soft features of hers.

"... just like a bunny." he whispered to her.

she scoffs, looking away from him, getting a chuckle out of him, he could see how embarrassed she was, but he'll make sure to wipe that off her face again.

he debated on it, but, he decided to remove his cloak, revealing his fit body, he could tell by the way she looked at her, she was surprised he hid all of that underneath him.

she didn't know how or what to feel.. no.. she can't grow attracted to her captor, no... no...

quickly looking away from him, he starts to put his cock near her entrance.

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

"fuck.. he's so...." in her head, an eternal conflict, but for sure, her body would show it.

feitan looks down to see her producing the lube for him.. "it seems like your body is telling me what you think..." slowly pushing in his tip, then forwarding a little more, watching her reaction, she looks in anticipation as she teasingly enters her.

until he reaches it, making her tense up, curling her toes.

"don't be shy.. let me know how good it feels.." he starts to slowly back in, and back out, softly making contact with her sweet spot.

her breathing became manual, as she watches his thick, yet averagely long cock appears then disappear inside her, using his thumb to play with her swollen, needy clit once more.

she bites her lip to keep shut, she saw how he reacted when she moaned, she wanted to make him work for it.

"playing that game, are we?" he asks her.

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

he uses his index and middle finger to pinch her clit, making her yelp.

"there it is.." he said to himself, he thrusts faster, hitting her spot each second, her breathing started to get heavier, and vocal.

she couldn't help but let a few moans slip out as he played with her clit, while pounding away inside of her.

he hasn't even been in for less than 5 minutes and she already feels herself reaching her end, squeezing tight on his cock.

"f-fuck... fe-f-..."

"say it, my whole name.."

"f-f-fei...feitan... please..."

"please what?"

"please... make me cum..."

feitan lets out a short laugh, seeing her beg underneath him, seeing her spirit is fully broken.

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

he pulls out from her, making her whine for more, but he had gotten an idea, he observes her body, figuring out how this plan will go.

he wants to try something different.

flipping her over on her stomach, he parts her cheeks to view the second, more tighter yet often forbidden hole.

she looks back to view what he was trying to do, and realizes that he wanted to fuck her ass.

she wasn't ready.

"w-wait! i don't take it up there!"

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

he gathers some of her slick and coats it on both her ass and his cock, before pressing his tip against the hole, but she tightens it.

"relax." he tells her.

"i'm trying.. but.." she tries to unclench, but every time his tip presses it makes her tense up again.

feitan slowly sticks a finger inside to get her used to it, pushing it back and forth.

she tightly grips the table once again as even his finger was too big for her, she didn't want to clench since it would make it even more uncomfortable for her.

but, feitan was feitan, he didn't necessarily care, if anything he wanted to see how she would react to his cock pounding at her ass, he easily slides in with the help of lube; created by her.

she borderline screams out, as he was only halfway inside of her, the new, uncomfortable feeling was too much for her to handle.

"what happened to the bunny before?" feitan was at this point in all the way.

she couldn't answer, at this point, he got what he wanted, just by her being here, he already won.

because of how tight she was, he wasn't able to move as freely as he would if he was inside of her pussy, and even with the use of her slick it was still a bit dry.

grabbing her still bruised cheeks, the sensation still stung, but not as bad as before.

hell, now he was in the position of trying to keep his moans hidden, though not the easiest to move around in, the tightness was it's positive, without the wetness of her pussy.

her ass clapped against him as he thrusted in her, despite how red it is, he couldn't help but deliver a hard slap, making her yelp in pain, her head was thrown back, and feitan catched a few locks of her hair, and starts to pound away, seeing she starts to loosen up just a tiny bit, getting used to his size.

"so.... tight..." he says under his breath, to her it was only mumbles, they didn't even sound like moans.

he tried not to cum so quickly, especially since chrollo had told him not to cum inside of her.

"oh.. oh shit.." she moans softly as he holds on to her hips to keep her steady, noticing how fast he was thrusting; he was getting closer.

and closer.

until he swiftly pulls out, and shoots ropes of his semen onto her ass, and lower back, hearing him groan as he pumps his cock.

she was worn out, laying on the table as if it was a bed, she didn't move, staring in the far distance of her long dead comrade.

"what happens now?" she manages to get out, tiredly.

feitan was too busy putting his clothes back on, as if he never even took them off, did he hear her question or was he ignoring her? who knows.

footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then the door opens.

that same blonde guy from earlier.

"so, how'd it go?" phinks asked.

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

"thought so, those types always do." phinks jokes, followed by a short laugh. "hope you didn't catch feelings or anything, you know what chrollo plans with her, right?"

"no, actually." feitan replied.

phinks looks back at her, still passed out on the table, he walks over to get a closer view. "damn, you sure you didn't kill her? or drug her?" he sounded a bit concerned.

"nope." feitans short response. "she's probably just tired."

"i guess so." phinks takes a look over at her ass, bruised.

the two men talk and converse, but she was too knocked out of it to really pay attention.

she didn't know what she had in store.

#feitan x reader smut #feitan smut #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #tw non con #hxh x reader #feitan x you #minors do not interact #minors dni #mdni

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idiasdiscordkitten · 2 years

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Thinking of a Spooky Request, how about the first years visiting the Perfect at the Ramshackle Dorm one night and experiencing some scary paranormal things happening, only to find out that the Prefect has a Demonic Spirit that has gotten attached to them and now haunts the dorm?

sorry this one took so long! i think that a short baby fic would suit this one better than headcanons, but fics take longer for me to write, so i hope you don't mind! i really like this idea. i maaaay have misinterpreted the demonic spirit part, but i did what i could!

the first years visiting the prefect at ramshackle dorm, but it's basically a haunted house

“You guys hear that?”

They had only been at the dorm for maybe 10 minutes, but things were off the second they stepped through the doorway.

“It’s probably nothing,” Ace said, shrugging off Deuce’s fears. “Prefect’s probably asleep or something. It’s fine.”

Epel shook his head. “But we were invited to come here. They’d never just fall asleep immediately after sending out a group text.”

“Agreed.” Sebek folded his arms and stood tall, despite the shakiness of his breath. “That’s something Silver would do. Just thinking of someone like that as a housewarden gives me chills!”

None of this shook Deuce, who was certain something was wrong. “We won’t get in trouble for using our pens as flashlights, right?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jack replied. He went ahead and used magic to light up the pen. “If something’s actually wrong, it’s better to make sure all’s well.”

The sound from before had repeated: a set of running footsteps. It sounded like there had to have been at least two or three people running.

“PREFECT?” Sebek broke out into a run, desperate to find the source. A weak human like the Prefect could never fight off...whatever could be after them. He made his way up the stairs, to the Prefect’s room, while the others remained in the lounge.

“Guys, relax!” Ace smirked. “It’s nothing! You guys keep forgetting that ghosts live here, too.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” Epel turned to Ace and sarcastically added, “Ghosts wear shoes, after all, so it makes sense they’d be running up and down the halls together. Real shoes, from the realm of the living. For their real feet.”

Jack sighed and leaned against a wall. Knowing the Prefect, the most likely problem is that Crowley summoned them for some menial task again. Ace was being a dick about things, as usual, but was probably right: it probably was just the ghosts playing tricks and having fun.

“Let’s just calm down for a sec--”

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light in the room. It was as if lightning had struck, but...indoors?

“AAH!” Epel jumped and broke off into a run of his own, down the hallway. Jack called after him and followed, leaving Ace and Deuce alone in Ramshackle Dorm’s lounge.

Deuce gripped his magical pen tightly, the light pouring out of it shaking along with his arm. “So, explain that one?”

Ace laughed, nerves starting to show through the unstable pitch of his voice. “Weird.”

“That’s all you have to say? Weird?” Deuce shut his eyes tight. “Something’s wrong here.”

“I guess...” Ace hated to be wrong here, but he had to admit it. “I guess it is a little weird that we haven’t actually seen any of the ghosts.” He raised his voice and asked the air, “Where are you, ghosts?”

No reply.

“There’s no way it’s just upperclassmen, right?”

“Nah,” the redhead replied. “If it is, then they’re dicks. Massive dicks. What’s the occasion?

Deuce nodded. Something has to be wrong here. And actually... Why haven’t the others come back? Sebek’s been gone for a while now.

“We should check on Sebek.”

“Why? He’s irritating as hell.”

“What if something happened?” Deuce swallowed his fear and announced, “I’m going to the Prefect’s room.

Ace scoffed nervously. “What, and you’re gonna just leave me here? No. I’m coming with.”

“I thought you said it was nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not!” Ace huffed. “Come on. You really expect me to just sit on the couch and wait for everyone to come back, like a mom waiting for her kids to come home from a party after curfew?”

Deuce laughed. “Sounds like something the housewarden would do.”

“Oh, no. Can’t call Riddle a mom, he’ll bawl his head off again. Let’s just get going.”

A freezing gust of wind caused the boys to shudder, along with an eerie howl. They leave it behind as they head towards the stairs...

What they find in the Prefect’s room shocks them to their core.

The prefect, levitating, has a black aura surrounding them. This isn’t like an overblot--no, something about this is more...ominous in nature. And standing there, mouth agape, was Sebek, wide-eyed and shaking in his boots.

“Leave this place,” the Prefect hissed. Their mouth moved, but the voice that came out was not theirs. “Do not return to my domain, lest you be haunted for eternity.”

Deuce screamed. Without thinking, one foot placed itself in front of the other, and he nearly tripped down the stairs. “WE’RE LEAVING!” he cried. As Ace grabbed Sebek by the jacket and dragged him along, Epel and Jack re-emerged, confused.

“Did something--”

“THEY’RE DEAD!”

“They’re not dead--”

“WE HAVE TO GO!”

The fact that Sebek hadn’t uttered a word was reason enough to leave. The first years were not sure what had happened to the Prefect, but they were certain that they would not be returning any time soon.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace #jack #epel #sebek #ace trappola #deuce #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland fic #twst first years #twisted wonderland first years

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so-mordorit-is · 2 years

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The king and the Freak

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson x Steve Harrington

Summary - What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere.

Warnings - 18+ please, smoking cigars and joints, underage drinking, swearing, little bit angst, make out, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweetheart), no use of y/n

words - 5k

Author’s Note - Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so, sorry for any mistakes! this part was kind of slow burn if you squint, but, i hope you like it.

What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere.

Eddie always kept his eyes on you, in the cafeteria? sure he did! on the crowded hallways, yep! parking lot, classroom, parties? check check and check.

What he doesn’t know is that you keep doing the same for him.

How could you not?

That stupid lether jacket and vest combo, the stupid mop hair and that fucking dimples. You miss him, of course you do, but he sent you away when you told that was joining the cheer squad, something about different parts of the pyramid and blah blah blah.

You left the trailer that day and never, never looked back, until now.

You saw the commotion Eddie made in the cafeteria, something about false conformity and parties are killing the youngsters. Of course the hatred was turned to the basket team, he dramatically climbed on the table and made the demonic horn sign through Jason, you had to put your hand on your mouth to not slip soda all over your friends and muffle your laugh.

Eddie’s gaze was on you, and he unmade the horns with the sweetest smile you ever saw, maintaining his gaze on yours. You could feel your face turning hot and red and you didn’t notice but you smiled back at him. You know you are not friends anymore, but in that moment it felt like nothing ever has changed and your heart ached cause, things are really changed.

“Hey Poms, the freak is looking at you again, i can talk to him if you are feeling uncomfortable” Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins high, your boyfriend, was saying while he sit next to you

��Don’t call him that, you know i don’t like it, and i don’t feel uncomfortable, you know that baby boy.” you said, giving a little peek on Steve’s cheek.

“yeah, yeah, he was your friend, i know, sorry babydoll” he held your face between his hands and kissed your lips tenderly, his lips are soft and wet. Always tastes like coke, m&ms and is too good to be true, you love it.

You turn to see the sadness in Eddie’s eyes, he was talking to some of his little sheeps and tossing a pretzel on the sophomore’s head.

“Ok Eddie, what the actually fuck was that? I thought that you were gonna destroy the jocks and then… nothing?” Mike asked while the browned hair boy made his way to sit.

“Doesn’t matter Wheeler, i made my point and i think everyone understand” he hiss and toss the pretzel on Mike’s face

The others in the table started laughing and tossing food everywhere, until Gareth opens his mouth.

“So, you don’t lose all the hate in your discourse because the old friend almost burst her soda at the other cheerleaders?“ he just raise his eyebrows at Eddie

“Nah! i didn’t even see her” he is blushing now and all the boys could see, so Eddie did what he thought he did best, he ran. “Gentlemen, Gareth (he rolls his eyes at him), duty calls me, see you all at hellfire”.

It was always like this, he thinks about you everyday, even when that prick asked you out and even more when you two started dating a short time ago. But Steven is good with you,for you, better than him, he thinks.

Eddie walked to his locker, he needed a damn cigarette and since the principal was getting on his nerves, he decided to leave his cigarettes in his locker. When he opens the green metal door, a little envelope drops to the floor, he opens and found fifty bucks and a note -Meet me at the bench in the woods after the game, please?”-

“It is always a deal, never a love note” he laughed by himself, stuck the money in his wallet and made his way through the parking lot to finally have his so well deserved smoke.

"Hey Poms, can I talk to you?" Chrissy looked a little nervous and was not her normal, Chris is always a delight to have near, now you could understand the crush Eddie had on her for like…years, she is a sweetheart.

“Yes babe, of course” you squish Steve's hand and he brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle before you walk with Chris ‘till the girls bathroom.

You are checking yourself on the mirror when the strawberry blond started to rumble something that you can’t hear

“Chrissy calm down, what happened?” you snapped her out of her thoughts with your not so friendly tone, you don’t have that much patience and that is ok by your friends.

“I slipped a note on Eddie’s locker, because I think we can smoke a little at Jason's party, you know, to relax because we are always training and I am so exhausted then, then, I can't! i can’t meet him, you know what Jason would do to him if he…”

You cut Chrissy on the middle of the frase “Chris what the fuck did you do? Good, Jason is gonna kill Eddie, you can’t go! Forget the pot, not in million years i could let you do this, whatafuck Criss, so stupid” Now your face was covered by your hands.

“so” she continued, “So, I'm here asking you to go talk to him for me? please? you used to be friends, nobody is gonna say anything, everybody respects you and if somebody says something i just know you are gonna snap them out, so please, please, pretty please poms.

you let a loud grow escape from your mouth, you don't wanna to talk to Eddie, he is never going to sell weed for you. "I don't even smoke chris'' it is almost a whisper, but between letting Eddie get killed and swallow your pride, you stick with the second option.

“Ok Chris, i can do it for you, but you have to take Steve to the party with you, i don’t think he is gonna be happy with this, and if he knows what i was doing and for who, maybe he gonna tell Jason, and if… Chris, and I am being dead serious, if Jason touches any hair of the mopped head of Eddie, I will kill him, o.k.a.y?

“Oh! Poms you are the best! and scary too” she said in the middle of giggles and hugs.

The game went well, Sinclair made the victory point and all the gym burst in cheers and congratulations words, you was almost happy, but then, the fucking buterflies on your belly remaind you of your late encounter with you old friend -crush-

You found Steve at the bleachers, he was already smiling at you, making his way to you, pushing some tenageers midleway and he tangled his hands around you, bringing you closer to him and then hugging you stronger than he never did before.

“Thanks Steve, i almost felt less nervous knowing you are here for me” you put two hands on Steve’s chest whilst his hands stopped on your waist “Babe, my mom is in the parking lot waiting for me, i have to go home and take a shower and then i meet you at the party, is this ok?” you hope that he doesn't hear the doubt in your voice.

Steve frowns his brows in disapprovement “I can go with you and wait or i can go to take you to the party when you are ready, if you want”

“No needed baby, don’t worry, be good and have fun until I get there, ok?” you kiss him one more time before going to the woods.

While you are walking through the hallways you notice some hellfire boys on the front door, they are like always, louder and happier, you could not notice that the dungeos master was not anywhere to been seeing, you sighing and start the tortures walk to Eddie.

The night was warm and the big full moon illuminated all the darkness that had in your way, the scrunches of the dry leaves took you off of your own thoughts,the cold night breeze made contact with the warmth of your body, causing little shivers in your skin.

you just started to walk in the field when you heard someone clearing their throat, you jump and look behind you, hand in your chest, trying to calm yourself down.

“Why you do that, are you fucking stupid? such a child, jesus” you turn your eyes to Eddie, who was sitting on the back of his van with the biggest smirk.

“I see” he mumbled the words “the clothes change, the freak no! Such a dirty mouth sweetheart” he said while standing up from his previous seat and starting to walk towards you, "A note? after two years?”

You are there, inches from him and you couldn't deny, you want to jump on him, hug him, kiss all his face and say how much you missed him, how much you think of him all the time, how you fight with all the basket team to leave him alone. You wanted to tell him all of this...but

"Clearly is not my note Eddie, i'm just making a favor for a friend who are to scared with all your… faced" you check him up and down, all of him, his hair was longer than you remember, his freckles still there, nearby the bridge of his nose, his big round brown eyes still reminds you a kicked puppy dog.

“Nah, I know! Just, surprised that you are actually here and talking to me, I thought that you forgot your roots… too good to be seen with the school freak.”

“I’m gonna kill Chrissy for fucking my fucking night” you pinche your bridge nose and sigh.

“Listen Edward, first of all, you are not a damn freak, stop saying that give power to people said that too, dummy. And second, you sent me home. If I can record, you told me that you can’t be friends with a cheerleader and I had to start to make new friends, right?

“Yeah, right” he shrink and look to the ground “your mysterious friend already pay, so, you can walk with me ‘till the van and you can go back to your perfect life and pretend that I never exist again”

He knows what he did, and he knows that had to live with his decisions but, something about you, the moon enlightened your eyes, the hair perfectly pulled out behind your ear, damnit, he misses you the same way you miss him. You can tell by the way his eyes were never in yours.

“Chrissy” you said when you arrived at his van “Chrissy made the note, then, she asked me to come here, and i come because i don’t want Jason to kill you, so, i am here now, and..” you kick some leaves on the floor, your gaze always on your shoes, you can’t look at him now with your glazy eyes and broken heart.

Eddie took the weed pack from his front seat listening carefully to which word left your mouth, his heart was beating so loud that he was afraid that you heard.

“And?” He said looking at you, you could feel his eyes burning through your skin,you saw his white Reeboks stopped right before your white vans, you raised your eyes to him, and for the first time in years, you were seeing his big brown puppy eyes, looking at you in the same intensity, and that was it for you.

You moved quicker than you know that you could, your hands around his waist, your head on his chest and you held him close to you, his hands automatically on the small of your back, and he pressed you against his body.

“I just told you Chrissy is a pothead and you just listened to the “and” in my frase? Really eddie?” He hasn't changed the perfume, the same cheap cologne that you gave him years ago, “you keep using it”, the tobacco and the weed, his shampoo… you felt more like home now than in the two years that you lived without him.

He moved his nose tip to the crown of your head, smelling the scent of your shampoo and perfume, he held you more and more on his body, his voice was week, you could barely listen to his words

“I don’t care about Chrissy and her bad habits” he leaves a kiss on your head “I care about you, always do, even from far.” you kissed his chest, above his heart and let your hands caressing his face, raising your gaze to his.

“I miss you, Eddie, I really did. Please don’t send me away again, i don’t wanna do this anymore” your eyes now are pools of tears as you hold the face of the boy who for so long was the object of our desire and affections like was nothing that hurted you ‘till the bones.

"You are not going anywhere anymore, not now, not never, good?" He wiped the tears from your face and hugged you. Both stay like this for quick five minutes, you can hear the cicadas singing full lungs, the way the threes dance to the wind, the crunch of the leaves every now and then when you lose the balance,you can also hear his heart beating faster like the drums of his favorite band “good” you only murmur.

Eddie drove you to Jason’s party, no way he was letting you walk ‘till there, “too much road for your beautiful feet, princess” he told you, trying to convince you that was for the best.

You manege to convince eddie to stay for a drink or two, promising him that no stupid jock was say anything to him, and if they say so, you are gonna take care of them. He really misses you bossing him -and everyone else- around.

You hold Eddie’s hand and drag him to the party, seeing Steve at the kitchen you make quick steps and smile at your boyfriend. He looks pretty, but kind of dumn using sunglasses at night, but it is ok, he looks yummy like always.

His smile almost disappears when he sees you.

Sees you holding hands with someone who is not him.

A man 's hand.

The smile disappeared when he saw whose man was that hand. Eddie, “of course”, he thinks.

you let Eddie’s hand go and give Steve a little peck on the lips, his face turned down to look at you, his kind eyes are not too kind right now and you can’t blame him.

“I am so sorry for lying to you,baby boy. I had to do a favor for a friend and she wants total description so, sorry”

you pushed Eddie near Steve, putting the two of them side by side. Steve never saw your smile so big, you look really happy to have Eddie here, you look even happier when you stop in the middle of the men. “I have to find my friend, maybe it took some time, i don’t know how drunk she is, but i promise i’ll be back soon enough for be missing”

“I already miss you babydoll, don’t go… please” Steve held your hands tight and brought you to a little kiss, that in the end wasn’t that little.

You could feel Eddie’s envy burning in his eyes when you looked at him with a shy smile.

You held one hand of each boy and smile

“Make Eddie company, ok baby boy?” you smile to Steve and move your gaze to Eddie

“And you, please don’t leave before I come back, please?” Eddie kisses you hand while looking into your eyes “Not going anywhere princess, promise!” You smile wide and gave ‘lil jumps of happiness before disappearing on the crowded party,

Eddie and Steve never had ever spoken to each other, they haven’t anything, and i said, anything in comum, but you. Steve took two beer’s can and passed one to Eddie

“Friends again?” Steve ask nonchalant when he opens his beer

“Guess so” Eddie opened the can and took a sip of the warm beer “Boyfriend yet?”

Eddie now was smirking and Steve assumed his characteristic pose, hands to the hips and with a discredited look to Eddie.

“Play nice dude” Steve was so pissed that this was the only thing that he could tell Eddie that moment.

“Wanna smoke?” Eddie asks and makes his way to the garden, Steve knows how his girlfriend will eat his brain out if anything happens with the freak, so he follows Eddie.

Chrissy was dancing in the middle of the living room, she was clearly not sober but not that drunk, just, tipsy you think.

You took her wrist and pull her from the dancing floor, the girl hugged you and smile wide, you pretty sure that saw all her teeths at the same time

“God Poms, I thought I was sending you to your death, why did you take so long? Is everything ok?” she couldn’t hear you! Music is to loud, so she pushes you upstairs

The girls went to a empty bedroom, Chris sits at the bed and pull you down with her, you gave her a bag with some joints already rolled, her eyes illuminated when she saw, you made eddie roll all her joints and he even gave her more that she pay for, and she know that was him saying thanks you for bring you back to his life.

“You are amazing Poms” she lit one of the joints and held your hand “Here is Stevie?, he is always following you like a puppy or a bodyguard” you chuckle from the sincerity of Chris, you know she is right, Steve was always following you.

“He is taking care of Eddie for me, i don’t want him to fight with some stupid drunk jock”

“So Edward “super yummy and old crush of this friend of mine” Munson is here?, if i was you poms, i would go back and find your boys, i heard Alice saying she had a crush on eddie and i don’t want you to break your heart again, so, let’s go?”

“Alice? that bitch was bullying him some weeks ago, fucking hoe” you said laughing, Chrissy stands up and offered her hands “True or Dare?” she said, you took her hand and went down stairs, on the last step you saw Alice talking to Eddie, her hands curling the ends of his hair, lips near his ear, he was smiling at her, Jesus just you remember all the shit Alice did with him in school? and of fuck course, Tammy fucking thompson was talking to Steve, almost drooling on his soft skin, “bitch” you rolled your eyes and smirked to your best friend “True or dare it is!”.

Steve and Eddie drank another beer after dismissing the girls. Eddie's fingers drummed on the can while Steve was trying to look through the crowd but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Who is this friend of hers again?” Steve asked, eyes still glued on the crowd

“Just Chrissy, she wants pot but… uhm,was too afraid of me, don’t imagine why” he pauses his frase for some seconds “so, Chrissy sends her to complete the deal” Eddie finished putting the can at the sink and turning to Steve.

“Ok big boy, we are gonna split, who finds her first is her boyfriend for the rest of the night” he smirked and Steve for the uncountless time for the night, rolled his eyes.

“Yeah! in your dreams freak” Steve sighs “Just, try to not get into trouble ok? I want to have a girlfriend when this nightmare is over”.

“S’alright, I’m gonna bring our princess back, king Stevie” Eddie wink and went to the deck to look for you. Before Steve could leave the kitchen, Robin stopped him.

“Ok, true or dare Poms?”

Eddie turned to the mention of your nickname, there you are, sitting in a circle with a bunch of high schoolers who probably hate him just for being him.

The music was not too loud “thanks god” , thinks Eddie,he was going to throw up if heard Madonna one more time.

Everybody had a red cup on hand,feet on the cold water of the pool, a small odor of pot and cigs,but for one moment, all the lights and sounds disappeared before his eyes and then, you.

All he could see was you,

hear you.

The moon light reflecting on your naked shoulders, your damn hair flying with the breeze, the wet on your lips shining when you smile, and then your eyes.

These fucking loving caring sweet eyes, for him was a slightly vision of heaven.

He knows you are out of his league, you look ethereal, strong and sweet.

His sweet girl, but not his, before he could reach you, Jonathan called him and Eddie could never leave him talking by himself, right?

Steve observed the whole scene, he saw Eddie stopping just a few steps off you, he saw Eddie's chest rising when his breath heavier to the hearing of your laugh, he saw the signs, the broken smile when Jonathan touches his shoulder, and then he Steve saw you, and he understanding everything, Eddie loves you as much as Steve do, and with a click, the green jealousy monster took control of his body.

“True, obviously" you said middle of a giggle, for the first time of your miserable life you are jealous, not for just one boy, but for two, and only god knows how pissed you are right now, so one thing lead another, and you are maybe high maybe drunk, maybe both.

Who knows? you definitely not.

“Who is the better kisser? The king or the freak?”

Chrissy’s tongue pokes her upper lips before she sends you a mischievous kiss.

you took a drag off somebody's joints, and snapped your gaze at Chriss, and then Eddie, Steve and at last but not the least, Alice.

“How would I know? I never kissed Eddie” you took another drag “ask Alice, i heard he had her way with both” you smirk and drank all the alcohol that had in your cup. All the circle started to laugh and some girls made the “O” face. Standing up was difficult but staying standing was even worse “Anyaway, I hate this game and I need another drink”.

Before you could leave the circle Steve’s voice caught your attention “True or dare babydoll?”

If you had lasers in your eyes, Steve would explode in a million pieces, you left a little gagle escape between your lips,before you could answer anything “Cat got your tongue?” you still don’t answer just crossing your arms in front of your chest “Kiss Eddie, i dare you” Steve now closer to you, Eddie was smoking his joint and talking to Jonathan, you don’t really think he knows what is happening now “Or drink the whole cup,you are feeling so brave today”

“Fuck you Steve” You took the cup from his hand and chugged the whole liquid of it, you felt your throat burn and Eddie took the cup off your hand “Easy there, tiger! And what is this?” he said taking the joint from your fingers “What fuck? Princess are you triyng to kill yourself?“ he looked at Steve “Why are you not doing anything?”, Steve keep his mouth shut “He dare me, so i drank it” you said before tramble in your on feet, Eddie tuck you over his shoulders and bumped Steve, you are laughing the whole time, and this make all that crap torelable for Eddie “fucking useles” he whispers to steve before take you to his van.

Eddie opens the back door of his van and softly lay you down on the blankets that he kept there, he don’t had said one word since all the show you and Steve put in front of the whole school, “Just fucking perfect” he said pinching his nose bridge, he sits on the edge of the van and tried to lighting his cigs but unsucesfull.

“Look, fairy lights, I put this on during our sophomore year, they still work? '' You said, now on your knees trying to catch the little bulbs with your hands, before falling back to the blankets laughing” Eddie was outside the van, fishing his lighter from his back pocket when you called him again.

“Hey, sweet boy, are you really here?” your sweet voice made Eddie melt before he could look at you “or am i dreaming?” you poke Eddie’s back with our fingertips and your smile was weak, but it is still there, enough for him.

Steve came from nowhere and sat beside Eddie, without saying any word too.

“WOW! Now I know I am dreaming!” you almost scream, you sit with your legs criss crossed, looking at the boys with your shining star eyes “My beautiful baby boy and my beautiful sweet boy, together? HOW ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS NOW, OH! EDDIE THE PUSHER?!”

Eddie can’t contain the laugh, he was bursting! A mess of hair and laughing tears, your eyes are shining more, something the way Eddies dimples appearing and the raspy sound of his laugh, you crawl on all fours to sit between the two boys, standing on your knees, you felt the shivers running down your spine when your hand touches Eddie’s cheek,

“So beautiful babe” you whisper softly,taking off some curls of Eddie’s face, “really beautiful”. you gave him a loving smile, he put his hand above yours and interlaced yours fingers.

Turning your face to Steve,his eyes never letting yours, his hand on the back of your neck,je caressing your hair, bring your face near to his. Your other hand came to Steve’s face, contorning his jawline with your thumb, you move your mouth next to Steve’s ear and whisper so softly, steve felt like tickles of feathers against his skin,

“You are so handsome, baby” you let kisses from his neck and back to his ear “I am so glad you are here” leaving a kiss right on his neck, under his ear. “My pretty boy, Kiss me”

Steve’s lips are hungry, the kiss was nothing like he usually kissed you. He desires you, you could feel the pressure of his lips and the rush to invade your mouth with his tongue. He massages his tongue against yours, sucking it every now and then,making you moan into his lips, he bites you, his hands traveling through your body, pinching and squeezing all the right parts of it. Your hand never let Eddie’s hand go, Steve noticed that too. Making him let a loud moan escape between his lips.

You broke the kiss seeking for air, when Steve tugged his hand on your hair, moving your head in Eddie’s direction, your lips glistening made Eddie lick his own lips, his eyes were moving between Steve’s eyes and your perfect, plump lips.

Steve’s nods and Eddie cups your face, he looks at your eyes searching for permission, you nod and then he kisses your lips.

He kisses you like his life depends on it, how it was just for tonight he was living the fantasy of years and years of Unrequited love, and he felt his brain melt when you kissed him with the same urgency. Steve’s hand never let your hair go, Eddie kissed your lips as much Steve let him.

His calloused hands traveling through the hills of your body “so soft” he whimpers, your moaning at Eddie’s hands made Steve’s cock tweets inside his pants.

Eddie turned the fairy lights on, the van's back door now closed, the yellowish weak light made you feel on one of your dreams.

You had climbed on Steve’s lap, kissing his neck, living small red marks all through his length. His hands grabbing and groping your ass, opening your cheeks once and while. Eddie’s mouth on your neck, hands tugging your hair, lips begging for more space, you felt overwhelmed with so much love the boys are giving to you.

you rock your hips on Steve’s bulge, pressing your cunt on it, rocking your hips back and forth, Steve’s let his head fall down, eyes shut closed, he bite his lip suppressing his moans, you put your hand on Eddie’s bulge, palming him through his jeans, he was big and tick and your mouth was watering for him.

You tangled your free hand on Steve’s hair, pulling him near to your face, Eddie kneel behind you, kissing your neck and collar bone.

Your eyes never leaving Steve’s eyes, a devilish smirk crossed your face. You kiss Steve’s one more time before sliding your hand on Eddie’s neck, tugging him by his curls and bringing his face next to yours.

The two boys are exactly where you wanna then, on your fingers.

You give Eddie a little kiss, biting his bottom lip when you break the kiss, you do the same thing with Steve, always bringing the boy’s faces more and more next to each other, they mouths are almost touching, you could give little peck on their mouths with on kiss, you could feel the expensive cologne steve’s wore, the smell of mint gum on eddie’s breath, Steve’s bulge pressed on or ass and Eddie’s on the side of your body, the boys lock their eyes, you bite your lips at the imagine and whisper

“True or Dare?” to anyone who answers first, both men respond in unison.

“DARE.”

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polillalegacyarchive · 2 months

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The movie had been over a while when Isi woke back up. The lights were still on, but the drive-in theatre was now empty. At first, she was convinced she was dreaming again. She could feel Rory's body underneath hers, her slow breaths and arms around her.

Soon enough though, she figured if she was feeling the cold bite of the night air, it couldn't be a dream. So she lifted her head, meeting Rory's eyes and wondering how long she'd been lying awake, holding her. She must have felt her body shiver.

Quickly, Isi straightened up, slipping out of Rory's embrace.

"Sorry, I didn't..." she started apologising.

"Are you cold?" Rory interrupted.

"A little."

Isi shrugged and half a second later, she was being handed a warm sweater.

She got up to put it on, trying not to stop to take a deep breath of Rory's cologne.

"Won't *you* get cold now?" Isi asked, already feeling better.

"Nah, I don't mind a bit of a chill."

"Well, thanks. I should have planned for this."

"I mean... I'm not mad you didn't."

"So did you fall asleep too? Or were you just lying awake the whole time, trying to get out from under me?" Isidora asked, sitting back down.

"Oh I fell asleep too. It was very comfortable, actually."

Isi laughed, changing the subject: "How'd the movie end?"

"You know, the usual." Rory said. "True love wins, yadi yada."

"It does seem a bit too easy, the whole love at first sight thing and all."

"You don't believe in it then?"

"In what?"

"Love at first sight."

"I'll tell you what I believe in: *lust* at first sight."

There was a short pause, Rory detailing her face, seemingly trying to figure out if she was joking.

"You don't think people can sometimes just know?" she said finally, her voice deeper than usual.

"I've never seen it" Isi answered, keeping her tone light.

"I have, however, seen people jump each other just because they really like the way someone looks, talks or acts. I mean, look at Lou and Wes!"

"Well that's clearly not love at first sight, can't argue with you there" sighed Rory, rolling her eyes.

"I bet they didn't see more than 5 minutes of that movie" joked Rory.

"Couldn't keep it in their pants, they're worse than bunnies!"

"Bunnies?" Rory repeated, chuckling.

"You know what I mean, rabbits or whatever!"

Both of their smiles quickly turned into full on laughter.

A few heartbeats later, Isi was rubbing her eyes, still a bit of laughter in her, when Rory's fingers landed on hers.

Time slowed down. Her stomach fluttered. She raised her eyes to meet Rory's, expecting to find remnants of the joking mood. She was met with intensity instead.

Rory leaned forward, a spark in her eye.

"You think we're better than them?" she asked, her voice almost a growl. "If I'd stayed longer... The first night we met. Wouldn't we also have jumped on each other?"

Isi's heartbeat picked up.

Without hesitation, Isi climbed onto her lap. It didn't take long for Rory's hands to settle on her hips and side. Isi brought her lips as close to Rory's ear as possible.

"We'll never know, because you ran away that night. Leaving me to take care of myself."

"You were the one I thought about that night, you know?" Isi whispered, looking straight into her eyes.

Rory made a small sound, like a whine, before her breath caught in her throat.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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only when i looked into your eyes

peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker disappears on you before you leave for college. when he comes back years later, you're aching for the truth, wanting to ask him a question that's been breaking your heart the longer he's gone

word count: 3,527

warnings: alcohol usage (all are of age), angst, fluff

a/n: wrote this amidst my breakup. this is lowkey inspired by it except i never got him to ask the question i wrote in here.

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you

you couldn’t imagine the sadness

that happens when you’re driving alone

there’s nowhere to stop

It was when his scrawny physique entered through Ned’s apartment was when you figured your night had been ruined.

You never expected he’d actually come after years and years of bailing on you. But it was Ned who invited him anyway, not you . So of course, he came.

Ned glanced at you the second Peter Parker slipped in through his door, proposing you a culpable, apologetic look.

He didn’t see you first. Ned’s apartment was loaded with the old Decathlon team from when they were freshmen until seniors back in Midtown High, along with the ones that had been added every year until they left.

But when his eyes anchored upon you, they didn’t tense, or look anywhere else, or walk away like he used to do. Rather, they softened; they relaxed as if it was a solace to see you after two years .

You dismissed his yearning stares for the entire night, choosing to exclude yourself from the games they were holding as Peter seemed to be excited to join be in them – for your sake, and his, you decided not to join, for you understood that you, yourself, would be ruining the night by just constructing snarky remarks at every chance you could while he remained silent, trying to keep things civil.

Liz Allan, the eldest of you all, bore the flash cards between her slim fingers as she asked them queries that had occurred years prior during their decathlon expeditions. Ned lost first, but when he sat down beside you, offering you another bottle of beer, you knew he lost on purpose.

Your right leg was crossed over the other, fingers holding the neck of the bottle precipitously, your other finger drafting its lips. Ned sat back, elbow behind you as he took a swig.

“I’m sorry, by the way,” he looked at you with a frown. “I invited him but to be honest I really didn’t expect him to come. Even though we talk almost every day.”

It was your turn to frown, placing the bottle on your lips. “Huh. Figured you guys would stop talking after we graduated,” you spoke against the glass, before tilting your head back to taste the strong, hot alcohol. “Guess he just really didn’t want to talk to me back then.”

“Nah. I’m pretty sure he did. Peter does things with reasons. Rational reasons.”

“Ned, with all due respect, I don’t think him disappearing on me without a word after graduation was a rational reason.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, again,” Ned looked at you sympathetically. “You know, when you told me neither of you talked to each other anymore, I was pretty shocked. I mean, you guys dated since sophomore year, and then he just-”

“Disappeared right after graduation,” you sucked your teeth in, sensing the sarcasm poison your words as you felt the profound anger rippling up inside you. “Believe me, no one was more shocked than I was. I was his girlfriend, after all.”

A sigh for a response, and all you heard next was the octave sound of the liquor inside the bottle as he took another sip. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).”

“Leeds, you don’t have to apologize for all the pain he’s caused me,” You pat his knee. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to look for food so I can worry about how much I stress eat instead of his stupid face.”

That was a lie.

You stress ate and thought about him.

You stood behind the counter, watching as Peter laughed at something MJ had said – something about that time he missed the Decathlon at Washington DC. It would have been funny, if the memories you had with Peter in your head didn’t have its newly found bitter taste.

Sophomore year – the craziest year you had to go through with him. It was when the secrets started, the missed schedules, the lies. Albeit amidst them all, you still couldn’t forget every single memory both of you created.

His arm leaned against the stone wall. That smirk on Peter’s face that, annoyingly, always managed to make you swoon.

“I’ve seen you lurking around with your eyes never leaving mine, (y/n) (l/n),” he muttered quietly.

You scoffed. “Bold of you to assume I was looking at you.”

“You were. And don’t worry, I’ve been doing the same thing.” He winked. Your heart fluttered, throwing your hair back.

“You’re creepy. And you’re weird. We’ve been dating for a year, what’s gotten into you?”

Then, he leaned forward, his forearm now above you. Peter leaned in until his nose was brushing against yours that you had to take a step back from how close the both of you were. And again, he grinned, a dimple creasing on the side of his lips.

You tilt your head sideways.

“Will you still find me creepy and weird if I ask you to come with me to Homecoming tomorrow?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find that cute anymore. Annoyingly enough, not only did you find it cute, you found it romantically cliché. That was 3 and a half years ago, now you were a sophomore in college.

when you’re crying, the radio’s carryin’ you home

it’s hard to stay focused so close to the ocean

let the wind take control

you won’t even notice

Every memory devised by the two of you nevermore appeared to cease your mind; it stuck to you like his fucking belt that stuck your wrists together during those nights where you’d be desiring to grasp his mopped curls and clutch his torso between your legs and touch him everywhere .

God, why were you thinking of that? Of all the comparisons…

Furthermore, no matter how much you endeavored to get rid of him in your head – no matter how much you wanted to forgive him and forget him, he dwelled in your head. Peter stayed in your heart that he broke.

He thought the opposite.

Peter didn’t want to forget you. He never did, hell he never even thought of forgetting you. Peter wanted your forgiveness, and he told himself that if you were ever to deny excusing him, he should be okay with it. It was his fault, anyway.

He also wanted to be with you again, which was why he was here in the first place.

You may have not seen or heard from him in two years, but he did – he would spend his days on end on top of buildings supervising over you like a fucking creep. Peter would take memos of your daily life: what time you go to class, what time your lunch was, the coffee shop you often went to, and where you lived.

He didn’t want to look like a stalker, although Peter himself admitted he already was a stalker. But what was he supposed to do? It was the only way for him to know you were actually secure and breathing.

Peter idiotically pondered ways of how to appropriately approach you, yet each one was filled with absurdity (accidentally bumping into you at the coffee shop you went to which was miles away from his home or knock on your apartment door). He also thought of what to say to you if you were ever to meet again.

Should he apologize? Obviously, duh! Should he explain? Absolutely! Should he tell her the truth? Absolutely not, you imbecile!

You never knew he was Spider-Man.

As he stared at you from across the room, you glared at him.

When he left, there was only one word that contained each thought in your head for a year: why?

Why did he leave? Why did he disappear? Why did he talk to Ned and not you?

And mostly, why did he do it?

With the absence of his explanation, you considered the why yourself: Peter dated you briefly after his horrendous break-up with Liz Allan after homecoming. He wasn’t completely over her, seeing as he stared at her locked until the end of the year, which was when he fully realized you were already his girlfriend.

So since he wasn’t entirely over her when you both got together, you thought this: he used you as a rebound.

He used you to get over Liz Allan. And if you were together for two and a half years, it either meant that he had another reason to stay, or it took him two and a half years to get over Liz-fucking-Allan.

Since then, you had a new question to ask him.

You took a sip of your beer.

remember what it felt like when you left me?

everything around me felt so lonely

and if you ask me if I ever cried

only when I looked into your eyes

“If looks could kill, Peter would have been dead the second he went here.”

Michelle stood beside you, elbows on the counter and leg tilted on the wall. You looked at her pithily, sucking your cheeks in before looking at the floor. “Trust me, if it did, I would actually be glad.”

“Morbid!” She snorted. “Have you guys talked yet?”

You shook your head. “No. But I am planning to. Just don’t know how. I mean – I do, but I don’t know how to talk to him without wanting to grab his hair and slam his head on the fucking wall.”

“You really solve things with violence, huh?”

“When you’ve been used, yeah.”

“(y/n), you’re not even sure if he used you.”

“Well, MJ, it seemed like he did,” you hissed, turning to face her. “It took him months to notice me. And I was already his fucking girlfriend. He dated me while he was still in love with Liz!"

For the first time, MJ had no rhetorical remark. Her eyes buffered, leaning back negligibly. With a sigh, she took a bottle of beer behind you, extracting the cap with her teeth before she spat it out onto the sink.

“Whatever his reason was, it was wrong for him to do that to you, (y/n),” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you should just assume what his intention really was. And come on, dude, it’s been two years. Move. On. ”

Move on.

From thinking too much about why he had left you, you completely forgot to move on from him.

You didn’t know exactly why you couldn’t move on, either – you loved him too much. Barely, the thought of moving on from him felt like a sin; it made you feel guilty.

What you felt with Peter, everything felt like tortuous finesse. He made you feel extraordinary. You were you with him, unashamedly you. Epiphanies after another – you knew he was it for you.

You loved him. You loved him too much that when he disappeared (with no explanation), you considered it was for a good reason.

But even then, you were fucking sad.

You remembered writing what you felt – writing it down on a piece of crumpled up paper, with your lachrymose tears staining the ink as it vociferously stained your masterpiece.

You wrote it. And you wanted to send it to him; you wanted to show it to people, how you felt when he left you, how you cried when you looked into his photographic eyes that laid upon the table beside your bed; how you felt when you think about him.

You wanted to show it to him. To let him know.

But he saw it. Peter saw it when he snuck inside your bedroom one time, eleven months into the breakup. You had been outside at that time, exploring the city when he snuck in and wanted to check up on you. He assumed you were asleep, but when the dearth of your body implied that you were out, he couldn’t help but scour.

Peter checked every drawer – he always esteemed how meticulous and pristine you were with your clothes, diverging the graphic from the striped. He had skimmed through the notes you took during classes and chuckled at the little drawings you made on the corner of the papers.

But his heart had shattered when a picture of the two of you rested upon the lamp on her desk, a folded piece of paper on the corner.

He read it. Peter marveled at your grandiloquence and your verisimilitude, but mostly he was admired by your brevity and honesty when it came to writing what you felt – even if what you wrote was about him, regardless of the topic.

Then he smacked himself in the head. Read it carefully, dumbass , he told himself. She’s obviously in pain and it’s obviously because of you. There’s no time for you to be fundamental about this! Also, there’s a fire on 12 th street.

You never found out that he knew.

you

you couldn’t imagine the sadness

that happens when you’re flying back home

there’s nowhere to hide

By three am, the only people left were you and Ned.

And Peter, but you didn’t know that yet.

Ned, being too drunk, passed out on his sofa. You took the liberation to clean up a bit to spare himself the difficulty of cleaning up while having a hangover. You picked up the empty chip bags and the red plastic cups, shoving them into the trash bag on your left hand.

When you heard the toilet flush your eyes immediately landed on Ned, who remained unconscious. Your eyes widened in panic until the door opened and revealed Peter wiping his hands on his thighs and a vexatious frown on his face.

Your jaw clenched.

When his eyes anchored on you, he froze on the spot. Peter probably looked like an idiot gazing at the shadow your eyelashes formed on your cheeks, or how your lips were pursed in nuisance at his arrival, or how pungent your jaw looked at the moment, or how your eyes remained hardened even as you cleansed up.

He cleared his throat, fingers fiddling with each other. Get a fucking grip. “Didn’t know you were still here.”

You let out a short huff. “Didn’t know you were still here.”

Peter pouted. “What does that mean?”

“Everyone left?” You glanced at him with a faint glare. “Obviously I thought you were with them.”

Subconsciously, his hand picked up the empty red cup on the counter and threw it into the bin. “Oh. I was in the bathroom.”

You didn’t answer. And you still didn’t answer when he began to clean up on his side, too.

But thirty minutes had passed and he couldn’t handle the tense sensation you gave out as you moved around quietly. He sighed, crumpling the plastic wrappers in his hand.

“(y/n),”

“What? ”

“Can we talk?”

You tied the trash bag before you threw it aside, making sure no contents were spilt. You washed your hands shortly before positioning them on your waist and looked at him severely. But you couldn’t keep your shrewd façade together, and initially, you gave in.

“Fine,” you said. “In his room.”

Peter nervously opened the door to his right, letting you walk in first before he followed shortly, closing the door behind him. The words on the tip of his tongue drove back to his head as he stared at you once more.

“Listen,” he began, standing just in front of the door while you stood by the window. “I – this isn’t the way that I planned to happen, but you’re here and I decided, why not do it now, right?”

“Do what now?”

“Explain.”

“Wow. After two years. Did Tony Stark finally let you go?”

“N-no – would you please look at me?” He took a step forward.

Your head snapped up, what he expected was tears in your eyes, but instead he saw a piercing glare. “Jesus, sorry if I couldn’t look at you. It’s not exactly easy to see the same person you still loved for the entirety of your life even after you'd been hurt by them.”

Peter’s back straightened and his hand slowly fell to his side as he stared at you in stupefaction, and you in incredulity. It was a blunder – you never meant to tell him what you presently felt, you were ever only meant to tell him that you fucking hated his guts and you hated the fact that even after two years, one simple glimpse at him fetched all the love back.

“You- you love me? Still?” He whispered.

You swallowed thickly, hand grasping the windowsill. “You misheard.”

Peter scoffed in sudden frustration. “Don’t bullshit me. Is it true?”

“Don’t bullshit me! ” You raised your voice, hand emphasizing the volume. “Don’t fucking ask me that, Peter, you knew damn well what you did to me, so don’t assume that I’ll still love you.”

“You just said it!”

“I’m in denial! ” You shouted. “Peter, you fucking left me. Do you know how hard it was? To always wonder why you left? Do you know how much I hated my mind for focusing on you and you only even after you left? Do – do you know how much I hated it when I kept on thinking about how you’re in the same college as your ex-girlfriend?”

when a stranger complains about who controls the light

it’s hard to stay focused

when roses are thirty thousand feet below sight

you never would notice

He kept quiet.

“Peter, it took you almost a fucking month to notice me after you took me out on a date,” you breathed out. “You always looked at Liz’s locker and you don’t know how much that made me overthink about our relationship. It made me overthink so much that when you left, I thought you used me.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. “Used you?”

“Yeah, used me,” you sneered. “You weren’t over Liz when you dated me, right? So let me ask you a fucking question: did you stay because you loved me, or you stayed because you didn't want my pain to be in your conscience?”

“I stayed because I was selfishly in love with you. And I left because I wanted to keep loving you."

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

He was taken aback, running a hand down his face. “Listen, (y/n), I was over Liz when I was with you- ”

“Bullshit!” you repeated. “You stared at her locker for days, Peter. You kept looking at her pictures when I wasn’t around! You would talk about her to Ned when I wasn’t around!”

“Let me- let me explain.” He sighed in exasperation. “I hurt Liz. I made a huge mistake. His dad – I’m the reason why his dad’s still in prison, (y/n).” Peter took your hand in his so lightly that you didn’t even feel his rough skin against yours. “I’m…Spider-Man.”

It was your turn to stay quiet.

“(y/n), I hurt his dad, and I hurt her, not – not like in a romantic way, but- you know what I mean. And- and I’ve always liked you, okay? And when we started dating, God, was I happy. Every time I was with you, I forgot all my problems. I was so, so happy. I never wanted to leave you.”

“So why did you disappear?”

“Because you were in danger,” he whispered. “One of his people, they got out. And I got so scared that I hadn’t even bothered to figure out what their plan was before I left you. The only way I could protect you was for me to stay away. Even if I can't be with you, I can live through the fact that you're still alive for me to love.”

remember what it felt like when you left me

everything around me felt so lonely

and if you ask me if i ever cried

only when i look into your eyes

You stared at him, expression unreadable as you whispered, “You could have told me,”

“I know, angel, I know,” he reached out to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, placing his forehead against yours. “I know. I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry. You’re too important for me to lose. You make me whole, okay? You’re it for me, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You wanted to say something, other than the words I love you. You wanted to say something – anything. But when you felt his lips touch yours in the heat of the moment, tedious hearts beating erratically, you chose to remain quiet, letting him kiss you as if he didn’t just break your heart twice.

And it feels as if I was in the midst of the ocean, suffocating; incapable; isolated, besieged by the waters of sorrow and misery, and despair is the tidal wave that took over me, tumbling me down in the most incomprehensible might, drowning me amidst all the sentiments of melancholy; leaving me alone with the crisp trepidation and the irritable apathy of sadness.

Because sadness is wicked; a ruthless abnormality that torments your life. And I am the victim that helplessly quails beneath its inequity.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

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onecanonlife · 4 years

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Tommy is dead. The server reacts.

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“What have you done?”

His voice is a reedy whisper, thin with horror and the realization that he is too little, too late. He doesn’t expect the sound to carry over the lava, but a response comes soon enough.

“He wouldn’t stop talking. And he killed the cat.”

Dream’s voice is even, calm, almost a bit defensive, as if he truly believes that he is justified in his actions. Sam swallows down his mounting nausea, places his trident against the floor to steady himself. The lava crackles, hisses, bubbles, orange and glowing, and he can’t cross it. Not now. Not when the security threat remains unresolved. Not when any wrong move on his part could very well mean Dream’s escape.

But he’s already made the wrong move, hasn’t he? Made the wrong move, and Tommy has paid for it. Has been paying for it, this whole last week. He kept him in there, kept him locked in a box with Dream even though he knows very well how it would effect him, kept him locked in with the reasoning that it was temporary, that he would let him out as soon as he could, that he couldn’t risk Dream’s release for anyone, even for Tommy.

But it’s not temporary.

Tommy was sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed when Sam last saw him, when he said that this would be the last time, that he was going to put his past behind him and look to a new start. Tommy will always be sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed, and locked in a box. There will be no new start. No seventeenth birthday. No triumphant return, no shining hotel. No tricks, no scams, no pranks.

Tommy was sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed. Tommy is dead.

He can’t even get his body.

Sam stands on the edge of a curtain of lava, staring into the orange glow that hides a monster in a room that is now a child’s pre-made coffin, and he wonders if he is a monster himself.

***

“He’s fine.”

It’s the only thing to say. The only truth. The only possibility. Sure, the message is there, glaring up from his communicator in bright yellow letters, but it’s not real. It’s a joke of some kind, a trick. Something to fake everyone out. Maybe Sam’s in on it, too. Tommy must be going crazy in there, to think that this would actually be funny, but it sounds like something he would do.

“Tubbo,” Ranboo says, and then stops. Nothing else. His face is pale, though things like that are hard to tell, with him, considering that half his face is always pale. But he’s gone an ashy-grey sort of color, and it doesn’t look great.

“He’s not dead,” he says, and laughs a bit. “Tommy wouldn’t just die like that. That’d be ridiculous.”

Tommy’s death would never be so meek. Tommy’s death, when it happens, will be a spectacle, a dramatic showing with speeches and explosions and the sun rising at just the right time and haloing his hair, because TommyInnit deserves nothing less than the best death scene. Women wailing and the like. So Tommy is not dead, because if Tommy were dead, that would mean that he died alone, in the company of no one but his murderer, that he died scared, trapped in a small space with no way out, that he died without Tubbo by his side.

“Right,” Ranboo says, and his voice is doing a peculiar thing that Tubbo can’t quite work out. “Yeah, of course. Do you wanna—do you think we should go check it out? Go stop by the prison?”

“What for?” he asks. “Sam’s not going to let us in. He didn’t even when I built a dick on top of it.”

And here is another thing: Tommy can’t be dead because it was never supposed to be Tommy first. Tubbo has tried to live without him, and he found it very hard. So Tommy is not allowed to die before Tubbo does. That is the rule that he keeps locked up in his heart, because Tommy would be upset if he knew about it. But it’s a rule that Tubbo intends to follow, so Tommy can’t be dead.

That would be against the rules.

“Just to see?” Ranboo tries. Tubbo’s not sure why he’s being so insistent about this.

“Nah, we’ve got a hotel to build,” he says. “C’mon.”

Ranboo follows along behind him. His feet drag, like he’s reluctant. But Tubbo has long since given up on understanding why Ranboo does the things that he does.

***

He’s dead.

She should be glad about it. This is what she wanted. Tommy dead, punished for all the pain and suffering he’s caused everyone else. No longer able to start wars, to cause harm, to blaze his way through the server and leave a path of destruction in his wake.

Tommy is dead. She should be glad about it. She is glad about it. She’s even smiling.

There is a message from Jack. She doesn’t check it.

Tommy is dead, that blue-eyed, wide-grinned boy who followed along on his brother’s coattails. Tommy is dead, that fiery spirit crushed and his overbearing, fast-talking voice silent. Tommy is dead, that loyal friend, the protector and defender of all that he called his, the fighter, the scammer, the boy who loved with all of his heart and then some.

Tommy is dead. Dead, dead, dead. There is no coming back from dead. Dead is final. Dead is an ending. Dead means it’s all over. Tommy is over. Tommy is gone. Tommy will never grow old.

It’s what she wanted. She should be glad about it. She is glad about it. She’s even smiling.

Niki brings her hand to her mouth to check. It’s a smile. A smile, for sure.

Her fingers come away from her face wet.

***

It was an empty castle already, but it feels emptier now. The different between a possibility and its lack, they suppose.

Tommy was never supposed to die. They can’t fathom it, somehow. Can’t fathom that it’s real, that Tommy will never grace these halls again. They’d finally begun to fix things, begun to work toward redemption, well and truly. And now Tommy is gone.

Eret grips their communicator tightly in their hand.

“I’m sorry,” they murmur to no one at all.

It was never meant to be echoes in their head, over and over and over again, an apology that means nothing but so much scattered dust.

***

He closes his eyes. Breathes. In and out.

This happens. People die. They die, and they leave, and he’s left behind. That’s his life. That’s how it is.

It still hurts, when it happens. He’s still learning how to make it not hurt. Still learning how not to be angry, that people find it so easy to abandon him. That people find it so easy to go where he can’t follow. Wilbur first, now Tommy, and he doesn’t have anyone left, really.

But it’s fine. It’s alright. He can manage on his own. He always has.

Fundy decides to go to bed early.

***

He takes a moment to breathe. To process. To absorb.

To regret, for what might have been.

The voices in his head call for blood, as they always do, but he will not give them the satisfaction. Not this time. The blood he wants most is not readily accessible, and he will not put himself in the position of confronting the favor owed. Not now. Not like this. Not ever, if he can help it, though he knows that these sorts of things always take their due, always steal their pound of flesh.

“I know, chat,” he says. “You can all shut up, I know.”

It doesn’t appease them. He wasn’t expecting it to.

Tommy is dead. Tommy is dead, and their relationship with it. Any tentative attempts toward repairs have been left to rot, to burn on the funeral pyre. Theseus, fallen from the cliff at long last.

The story was always going to end this way. No one can stop the Fates from severing the string.

He stands with a groan. He is not built for this weather, for this cold, and it is a wonder that he keeps being drawn to it, time and time again. It is a balm, he thinks, but for what, he doesn’t know. For nothing, at the moment, as the voices threaten to crowd out all the rest. But he can’t deal with them right now.

Phil has his own house, now, and a bridge to connect the two. A bridge over still water, such that Tommy will never cross. He should not feel the way he does. Tommy betrayed him. Tommy used him. Tommy discarded him, so he tossed him aside in turn.

But once they were called brothers. Does it mean anything, in the end?

Phil is standing in the middle of the floor, ruined wings on full display. His face is blank, his communicator held loosely in one hand.

“Phil,” he says.

“I failed him,” Phil says. “I should’ve been there for him, and I wasn’t.”

Technoblade has no comfort for the truth.

But he has comfort for his friend, for his friend who is perhaps his father but is definitely family, so he stretches out his arms and catches Phil as he falls, falls and falls and screams, and it is good, he thinks, that the wings are already ruined, because Daedalus tried to catch his son and failed. It is good, he thinks, that the wings are already ruined, so he cannot try again and ruin the rest of himself, too.

***

He nudges the body with his foot.

“You shouldn’t have killed that cat,” he murmurs. The body does not reply, and he sighs.

Tommy’s face is beyond recognition. The blood coats his knuckles. He hopes that there’s enough water in the sink to wash it out before it sets. He hates it when the blood sets.

He didn’t mean to go as far as he did. That doesn’t mean much, in the end. This will work just as well.

He is a god, after all. He is a god, and he will have what he deserves, and more besides.

“Don’t worry, Tommy,” he says. “I’ll make a believer out of you yet.”

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fic #tommyinnit #awesamdude #dreamwastaken #tubbo #technoblade #philza #niki nihachu #eret #ranboo #fundy #dsmp spoilers #/rp #once again i speedran writing this so it's not edited #forgive any typos or weird wording i just have too many feelings #cat writes fic

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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

#proship dni #alternate bens x reader #ben 10 x reader #ben tennyson x reader #nega ben x reader

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Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

#yandere killua #yandere illumi #hxh #hunter x hunter #x reader #yandere #ask #implied yandereism

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blank-slate-jay · 3 years

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I Choose You

Tasm!Peter X Eddie Brock/Venom

Word count: 1.8k

(Also up on my ao3 account)

Tags: Fluff, Kissing

Summary: Peter brings gifts over to Eddie’s place, hoping to impress and take their relationship to the next level.

Peter stepped in, with the slightly cracked window, he was able to push it open and enter into the apartment. Eddie’s apartment that is, the one place where noise was never ceased. Whether it was Eddie or his symbiote, Venom, his home was quite active. To his surprise, it was rather quiet for a place occupied by two.

“Eddie…”, he called out gazing both left and right. ‘No sign of him anywhere, weird.’ Peter thought tracing his nails on the hanger in his hand. He had come over to give both Eddie and Venom a gift, something for him to further leverage his feelings for them. He thought it would be much better to just kiss Eddie when he saw him again, but a gift could be all he needs to make that happen.

Peter continued further in for no other reason then to enjoy the air of the apartment. The place was clean and smelled sweet. Peter picked up on the familiar smell, chocolate. He got closer to the kitchen counter before placing the bag on top. He thought about texting Eddie about the gift he left for him. That idea was short lived and the door to the bathroom swung open.

“See you look much better. Now call him.”

“I will just give me a-”, Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, “Oh Peter. Hi! I was not expecting you to be here”, he laughed.

“Pete, perfect timing,” Venom excitedly popped out from Eddie’s shoulders.

Peter smiled, “Hey guys. Am I intruding?”

Eddie shook his head, “No...no you’re always allowed to come here.”

Peter nodded looking down at his shoes, nervous as ever anytime he was around the two. “Anything exciting been happening lately?”

“Nah, nothing,” Eddie moved closer to the counter, “You?”

“Surprisingly no,” he responses.

Venom stepped in, “Really even with all your hero work, nothing’s been going on?”

Peter sat down in one of the counter stools, “I know sorry, my life’s been pretty boring.”

“I wonder if that’s the life of any other heroes out there,” Venom spoke out loud, tilting his head as if he was thinking.

Peter huffed at Venom’s adorable squinting eyes. He turns to look at Eddie who was leaning into the counter, arms crossed and glare focused on Peter. The border of his lips noticeably being bitten down on by his teeth. His fixation on Peter was broken when his gaze locked onto the other’s.

Eddie stood up, looking away for a second, “Umm do you want something to eat? We got plenty of stuff we can make,” The man did a poor job covering up his stare.

“I’m good, Eddie. I actually ate a bit before I got here.”

“...okay...okay,” Eddie reluctantly replied. He couldn’t tell if Peter was telling him the truth or if he was trying to prevent Eddie from having to do something for him. The selfless hero in him couldn’t stop seeping through even without the mask. Eddie’s attention was then turned to his left, in the direction of the bag. “What’s that?”

“Oh right that...Um I thought I’d get you guys something on my way here”, Peter explained with his hands rummaging through the plastic, “Think of this as my way of thanking you guys for everything.” Peter pulled out a box and handed it over to Venom. “This is for you Vee.”

“For me?”

“Yep, and this one...is for you.” Peter finished, sliding the item over to Eddie. There, blossoming in a small brown pot, were a batch of bluish-green flowers.

Eddie analyzed them longer than he wanted to. The stems were a rich green with white outlines along the sides of the petal. “These are for me?”

Peter was quick to place his hands in his pockets, “Yeah. I saw them on one of the shelves and got them. Mainly cause I was looking at your plant over there and thought you might like some new ones.” As true as Peter’s statement was he really wanted to add how the colors matched Eddie’s eyes. Or better yet, just outright admit he got them for him cause he liked him.

Eddie smiled looking down at the flowers, his fingers entangling themselves around the stem. “Thanks Pete.” He could feel his face turning red, now too embarrassed to come face to face with Peter.

By no means was Peter blind to the other's blushing. It would have been fun for him to acknowledge this out loud just to get a stronger reaction out of him, but he let Eddie off the hook. "No problem. You might want to add some water in there. Had to dump some of it out so the bag didn’t get wet.”

“Yeah…yeah I’ll do that”, Eddie moved over to the sink to fill the pot up.

Peter watched Eddie for a second before his attention was on Venom, who had already opened the box and consume most of the chocolate inside. For once the critter wasn’t noisy while eating. “Like them?”

“Oh yes. Especially this one,” a tendril lifted up a half eaten piece. “It’s really sweet, we like this. What is this?”

Peter chuckles, “Here let me see”, he says reaching his hand out. Venom gave Peter the piece, allowing him the chance to inspect the scent further. With his noise close enough, he mumbled, “Caramel.”

“Caramel…it’s so much tastier than the ones Eddie gets for us.”

Eddie shook his head, “Enjoy it while it last cause Mrs.Chen rarely has any to offer.”

Venom growled, “Why don’t we get some at another store?”

“For double the price?” Eddie turned his head from the sink.

Venom let out a snarl, not wanting to back down from Eddie’s remark. But Peter, being faster than Venom, blurted out before the alien could even come up with something to rebuttal. “I can get some more for you guys it’s no big deal.”

In synchronization, both Eddie and Venom voiced their disapproval. “No!” Peter’s eyes widen, taken aback from the two’s defensive response.

“I would love for you to get us more but…it’s Eddie’s job to do that, not you.”

“What he said,” the last word dragged out longer in Eddie’s mouth as he realized what Venom was implying. He knew he was in for another day of the constant nagging sometime later in the week. Eddie made his way over to them and placed the moist pot onto the counter before resuming, “You don’t need to do that for us Peter. I got it covered, okay?”

Eddie’s voice, suddenly more gentle, had Peter’s spine fluttering. To hear this tone from Eddie nearly convinced him to put the idea to rest. But something in the back of his head told him otherwise. He enjoyed doing things for the pair, but he’d probably had to put gifts on hold, for now.

“Alright, if you say so.” Peter awkwardly handed the piece of chocolate back to Venom, who gently bit into it, trying to avoid hurting him. After gobbling up the candy, Peter ran his hand over the aliens head, feeling the silky texture flow between his fingers. Venom’s light purrs were a delight to hear and Peter’s face was a big indicator of that. He retracted his hand, “Well I umm, should get going. I just wanted to drop these off for you guys is all so…” Venom and Eddie made eye contact as Peter began to stand up from his seat. “When are you guys free?”

Eddie switched his gaze over to Peter, “It’s funny you ask cause I actually wanted to ask you something too.”

“Oh, I’m all ears.”

“Um…,” Eddie slowly walked closer to Peter, both hands fidgety with the other, trying to prepare himself if the worst outcome played out. Venom kept himself behind Eddie, only peeking his eyes over Eddie’s shoulders. “I was thinking about, possibly, if you wanted to go somewhere together like…just us two or three I guess.”

“Go somewhere?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded

“Like?”

“I don’t know maybe like a movie or a restaurant if you want.”

“A movie and a restaurant,” Peter teased. He could tell, no, he could see Eddie’s nervousness by the slight bouncing in his posture.

“Mhm, if that’s alright with you, I mean we could go somewhere else if you don’t-”

Peter giggled, “No those are great actually.”

The corner of Eddie's lips rose, “Cool, cool.”

“Yeah so what are we calling this exactly? Like is this a hangout or…?”

Eddie inhaled, cycling through his vocabulary attempting to find a word that suited their plans.

“It’s a date.” Venom interrupts.

Eddie turned to Venom, face becoming redder by each passing second. He laughed as he turns to Peter. “Funny guy, huh?

“Mhm,” Peter bit down on his lips. “You and Venom share thoughts right?”

Eddie tilted his head, “Kind of.”

Peter asked a question that froze Eddie to the spot, “So was that idea drawn from you or was that his own?”

“Totally his, I just said it for him is all.”

Peter smirked, “Thats good to hear.”

Eddie also smiled, eyeing Peter’s bottom lip that still was being chewed at. He could’ve swore he was seeing Peter’s face grow in size due to his pulse racing at a rapid rate. Or perhaps he was so focused on his face that he imagined how nice it’d be getting closer. Both were dead wrong, it wasn’t his imagination at play, it was real. His body was inching closer to Peters face and before he knew it his lips were locked with his.

Venom was undoubtedly the one responsible for making this happen, but Eddie had no complaints. Peter’s lips against his felt electric, comfortable and magical. He wanted to do this for awhile now and that reality had finally arrived. What made the sparks in his veins go up was Peter latching his hand onto his upper arm, closing the gap between the two. Eddie used his free hand to wrap around Peter’s unoccupied hand, grasping at his somewhat smaller palm to give it some warmth.

The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds and the two gave themselves enough breathing room to speak.

“Wow Brock, and here I thought I was going to make the first move,” Peter comments while cupping the side of Eddie’s face.

Eddie gave Peter a pec, “What time do you wanna go?”

“I’m thinking tomorrow at 6pm is a good time.”

Eddie nodded in response as Peter’s grip on him was released. “I’ll come pick you up by then.”

With plans in motion Peter says his goodbyes before exiting out the window. Eddie couldn’t help but watch as Peter maneuver through building until he was out of sight. He let out a sigh, already missing the physical connection he had. Eddie began thinking about how things would turn out the next day, but Venom butted in to give himself some credit by saying, “You’re welcome.”

#eddie brock #peter parker #tasm peter parker #andrew!peter imagine #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x peter parker #venom x peter parker #venom #the amazing spider man #marvel imagine

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blackbat05 · 3 years

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University Blues

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: Man... I’m really on a roll here! Maybe after this I’ll switch to a different character, either MCU or DCEU. But for now, enjoy this idea that I randomly conjured up on a Saturday. Thanks for reading! Also some of these are actually what I dreamt of when I was younger - like being a forensic scientist.

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Fluffy and sweet? Nah that shouldn’t even be a warning. Here’s to satisfying my fantasies...? Apologies for the longer than expected headcannon. Like this gif, who needs hugs too cuz I need them.

You’re both in the same year at University - your taking a degree in forensics and Shangqi’s in physical education.

The first time you guys met each other? It wasn’t exactly dreamy… He was playing basketball with a group of friends, while you were running late for tennis practice.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken a shortcut by cutting through a competitive game. You collided - real hard with Shangqi who was trying to receive a pass from his teammate.

‘Oh god!’ He sees you sprawled on the floor, rackets a few feet away from you. ‘I’m so sorry!’ - When you should have been the one apologizing instead, which you did a few seconds later.

‘No no it’s my fault I shouldn’t have, I’m so sorry!’ You thank his friends who returned you back your rackets. ‘Well… enjoy the game guys!’ You ran off without turning back to the amusement of Shangqi. He hopes he’ll see you again soon. But first he needs to know who this mystery girl is. So he asks Katy.

‘Oh (y/n)? Yeah I know her, she’s one of the main players for the team. A sick doubles player if you ask me. She trains at the university courts three times a week, usually in the evenings after- wait a god damn minute why are you interested?’ Katy springs of her bed, abandoning her journal that she was supposed to work on.

‘Nothing, I just… eh saw her one of my general elective classes…’ The moment it came out of Shangqi, he knew he was cornered. There was nothing Katy didn’t know about him.

‘HAH! Yeah right. Please don’t take me for a fool dude. You like her don’t you?’ Shangqi sighs. Yeap, there was nowhere to run.

He tells Katy about the whole saga at the basketball court. By the time he was finished, Katy was almost rolling around the floor in tears. ‘She literally ran into you and you decided, hey she’s cute!’

Yes he knew how stupid it sounded. He was always skeptical about love at first sight - but I mean look at his parents, his mom gave his dad a literal ‘ass-whooping’ on their very first meeting. Maybe he was his dad in more ways than one…

Anyways, he forces Katy to tell him your schedule for the evening. He doesn’t want to look like a creep - purposely going down to visit you. He wants it to be as natural as possible. So, Shangqi brings a basketball for good measure.

It was a Friday evening. As he walks down the path leading to the tennis courts, he can see a set of lights, shining on the centre court. You were practicing some drills with your coach where you were too focused to even pay attention to your surroundings. Shangqi decides to take a seat on the stands.

He’s absolutely mesmerized at how you contact the ball cleanly for your ground strokes. The intensity that you display never slows down as you let out a grunt after each hit to control your breathing. Your serves go in a flawless motion that allows the ball to fly over the next in a beautiful arc, landing neatly into the box.

Your coach signals the end of the session. A thumbs up for a job well done. Shangqi’s heart races as you spot him sitting on the stands. He has no idea what to say that isn’t out of the blue.

‘Hey! It’s you again, basketball guy.’ You tried to make conversation. ‘I hope you’re alright! I’m so sorry again…’ Seeing you turning your feet awkwardly, he gives you a small smile. ‘No, I’m fine. I was just finishing up my game and saw you while I was going back. Saw some tennis matches on TV and wanted to see what’s it like in real life.’

Unknowingly, you beam at him. Recently, your performance hasn’t been at your expectations. It was only with the help from your coach, you managed to pull through. But the mental block still lurked within your mind. To hear something heartening from a stranger you’ve just met, it really made your day. As warm and fuzzy as it was, one thing was still at the back of your mind…

‘Easy game today? The last time I saw you, you were sweating buckets!’ You joked. Shangqi freezes in his spot. Crap, now he’s really done it. Maybe it was best to come clean.

‘Um... yeah... well if I were to be honest with you, you were pretty interesting- that day and I thought I could, you know, get to know you better...’ He trails off, ruffling the back of his hair. You bit your lips as you tried not to grin in front of this adorable man in front of you. The truth is, Katy had given you the heads up about her friend coming to see you earlier.

‘Don’t tell him I told you! It would seriously ruin his ego.’

You decide to help Shangqi a little. ‘I know a boba place 10 minutes away from the university, wanna go there sometime? Actually if you’re free tonight, we could go there... like now.’ He stares at you, momentarily stunned. He hit the jackpot.

‘Sure! Tonight sounds great. Just let me know when you’re done,’ He gestures to your sweaty frame - yeap, you desperately needed a shower. ‘I’ll be here.’

This night turned out better than expected. You were preparing to just laze around watching your favorite shows in your sleepwear, inhaling Korean takeout from the Korean Mart that you visited last week.

Instead, you found yourself having great laughter with Shangqi while sipping on your favorite peach tea with golden bubbles.

A beep goes off Shangqi’s phone, it’s a picture of you and him in the boba shop with the message - ‘You can thank me later dumbass.’

God damn it Katy.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it as much as I had writing it! I don’t know why this past two weeks I’ve been feeling a bit shitty but just coming up with this fluffy content makes things much better. If you wish to talk about anything, feel free to slide in and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible. Stay healthy, stay safe!

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