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[mezzy-1]

Hi! Yes! I’m the ask! I’m very excited hehe. The 4 agents I chose for: Iso, Jett, Sage and Deadlock. If I had to describe the reader’s personality they’d be like private/reserved sort of very calm and an experienced fighter, reader could be fighting against the selected agents (sort of like how you did Nomad and their recruitment? I really like Nomad btw).

I unfortunately wasn’t able to find Acheron’s exact capabilities but I did decide on a basis for the reader’s abilities (Ice or snow) also I did find a few clips for reference:

https://youtu.be/l1Yw8r4F9W0?si=K-SiYUsK6Qi-v0dD

https://youtu.be/G2xiqsEoFDQ?si=R4VNy-oS_2fQ84qB

COLD RECEPTION // (VALORANT X READER)

Reader Profile//  SNOWFALL

Your status as a radiant made you stand out in the world, and your abilities terrified those around you.  The Scions of the Hourglass made a deal with you, they would train and care for you and you’d help maintain their secrecy.  Abandoning your lonely existence, you became a master of your ability over ice and did work for the Scions.  Soon, you began to doubt your allies and were assigned a Valorant agent to kill as a final test of loyalty.  

ISO 

There was a stillness in the air, brought on by a combination of the night and the cold that blew through the streets of a desolate industrial district

You waited outside with binoculars trained on the sidewalks, waiting for your target.  Deciding that your stakeout was taking too long, you looked over the dossier again

Li Zhao Yu, aka. Iso, defected from the Scions months ago to join an organization called Valorant.  His skills rivaled yours, and his power over radianite was strong too

The picture included didn’t match up with the face of a hardened killer though

Below you spotted something purple flash from the windows of an abandoned factory.  You narrowed your eyes and watched for more

Iso was locked in combat with a number of radiants.  If it wasn’t for the dossier you would've been shocked at how dangerous he was

He dropped each of the radiants one by one.  All the while, he maintained an air of calmness with each shot

He exited the building carrying some strange triangular device.  He put his finger to his ear and muttered something to an unknown receiver

Realizing he was calling in some kind of extraction, you put your plan into action and activated your radiance

Wind began to swirl around as frost collected on broken windows.  You pulled your knife from its sheath and let ice collect along the blade

Swinging the blade, you launched the collected frost towards Iso.  Your careful aim drove the ice spear into his shoulder

Leaping from your vantage point, you jumped from the building and slid down to street level.  You readed a pistol as you got to Iso

“You shouldn’t have left us,” you said, cocking the action back on your gun.  “People like you are one of a kind.”

“If you’re with the Scions, then don’t waste my time.  I work with Valorant now, and I washed my hands of those monsters.”

“They aren’t monsters, they saved me!  I was nothing before they came and trained me!”

“I read some files on you, Y/N.  You were missing for years and turned into a weapon for them.  They fear you, they only want to control you and use your power.”

“Is that what you think?  Is that why you left for some bullshit organization that pretends to care about you?  The Scions are my family now, and I won’t disappoint them.”

“Valorant would take care of you if you decide to come with me.  We can avoid this fight if you stand down.”

“I’d rather die than be a traitor like you.”

“...fine Y/N.  What happens now is on you.”  Iso grabbed the ice embedded in his shoulder and threw it to the ground

Taking your chance to shoot, you suddenly found yourself on the defensive.  Iso had reached for his Sheriff while removing the ice

Bullets almost reached your head as you took cover and blocked out the area with a sudden freezing mist

You heard a window break and ran after the sound, finding yourself inside an abandoned machine shop

With your first steps in, a bullet ricocheted off the wall behind you and sparks danced from the impact

As you moved farther in, more shots came from the darkness.  Iso was tired, injured, and had to hide

“Good.” you thought.  You began dropping the temperature around you while placing your knife in its sheath and charging it with cold

Iso’s breath was now visible from the frigid air.  He was hidden behind a hydraulic press and breathing quietly

You pulled the knife slowly from the sheath, letting ice condense onto it and extending it into a long icy blade

Silently, you moved about the shop.  Your footsteps were quiet from the stealth training you endured

As you moved towards Iso, violet hexagons crept underneath you and made contact.  You fell into the floor and were dropped into some strange realm

The dossier missed the fact that Iso could do this, because you were quickly disoriented by the rush of purple

“Y/N this is your last chance to stand down.  I’m not here to kill you, I want to leave that part of me in the past with the Scions.” echoed throughout the space

Iso appeared in front of you and you charged forwards with your blade, directly for his neck.  You sliced and crescent of frozen air spun towards his throat

He raised his hand and conjured a wall in front of him.  The ice slammed into the hardened tiles as you continued with your attack

Iso turned his wrist and pulled the trigger once.  The bullet went right for your head, and by closing the distance you were in even more danger

Suddenly you were back in the shop and Iso was in front of you

“Dui Bu Qi” he whispered before the world went dark around you

You awoke in a room lit by a single light and restrained in a chair.  Your head was sore and the room was almost spinning

“You’re finally up Y/N.  Hao de, we can finally talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you, just kill me because I won’t tell you anything about the Scions!” you spat back

“I already have all the information I could ever want on them.  I don't need you to betray them for me.”

“You’re one to talk about betraying the Scions.”

“They won’t come to save you, now that they know you’ve been captured.  If anything they’ll either try and kill you or assume you’re dead.”

“No!  They’ll come for me, they’ll make you pay for taking me prisoner!”

“You were sent to kill me when I defected.”

Iso’s truth buried itself in a growing pit of despair in your stomach.  It was so obvious they would save you but something in you began to pull at that conviction

Tears streaked down your face and turned to snowflakes as they fell.  The realization that you would never have your life in order finally fell on you

A warm hand found its way onto your shoulder.  Iso’s palm met yours despite the freezing cold temperature

“Bie ku Y/N.  Don’t worry I know it looks lonely but you won’t be walking away from them alone.  I’m here for you if you need to talk.”

“They were everything to me, but they…they’d kill me just like they’d kill anyone.  Did I ever mean anything to them at all?” you asked already knowing the answer

“It doesn’t help to think of them right now, what matters is that Valorant will care about you.  We aren’t here to kill or control, we just want to do right.” 

You looked up and in your state your power began to escape.  You began to grow colder and shivered slightly

Iso took his hand off of you and began to unzip his jacket

He draped it over your shoulders

“Y/N, you’re freezing.”

“It happens when I’m worried, I think I’ll be fine.”  you tried to avert your eyes but couldn’t pull them from Iso

“Are you saying you want to join Valorant then?”  Iso leaned in towards you

“I don’t have anywhere else to go, but you’ve been so patient with me.  I feel horrible for what I tried to do, but you’re being kind and I want to repay that somehow.” 

“I’ll talk to my higher ups and get you a room at the HQ.  While we wait, we should find a way to keep you warm.  Do you drink tea?”

“Sure, what kind do you have?” 

Having tea with Iso was the first of many moments you shared with the assassin.  Both of you had your respective pasts entwined, but that only brought you closer

Eventually it became a routine, meeting with Iso and just talking for hours on end about whatever you both thought

Months later, you realized that Valorant had become a second home for you.  It was all thanks to Iso

[scrumptiousstuffs]

yknow what i want for fk? more shows. PUT THEM IN INSANE HET SHOWS I BEG 😭 no more one bl a year i need them in a show in every part gmmtv announces shows in. i would literally pay for home school 2 for insane khao. i would pay gmmtv for insane first in a show. LET THEM PLAY INSANE CHARACTERS. FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH.

gmmtv's het shows are so underrated because those things are way more unabashedly queer even compared to a lot of bl's they produce <- preaching like im from the missionary of 'gmmtv het show are gay af' alliance

(i just love the het shows and will take any moment to talk about it. like yea ofc theres stupid ones but some of them are just so fucking good and made with so much love and passion and its so visible and it makes me so soft 🥺)

- burnsuncomet (they should really let me ask stuff from my sideblog smh 😔)

Go on. Tell me more about what het shows you like from GMMTV (and why you like them). And tell me what ideas do you want for your het shows for FK?

I personally enjoyed Home School (so I am definitely on board with Khaotung versus Gun for season 2!) , Midnight Museum, Enigma (for a horror show, this pack a lot more than just good special effects) and the currently airing Peaceful Property (which we are still debating whether it’s BL or not 😂).

And I cannot stress enough how much 55:15 Never Too Late is such an underrated gem (yes it has a side BL featuring our own Khaotung who nailed his role as SongPol/Paul) but my other fav storyline in that show was View’s character and the friendship between Paul and Piploy’s character.

I didn’t mind Summer nights but I got terribly bored by Phuwin (and whoever his love interest was) - and really just perked up when Dunk’s character White and Lookjun interacted.

And if you are asking me what het shows I’m looking forward from GMMTV - Hide & Sis (it has Jan, Piploy and Lookjun plus Chimon playing a sleaze ball? - sign me up!)

But I’m digressing - we are talking about FK hehe. I admit I was disappointed when they only have one project for 2024, which has yet to air 🥲 (especially after getting spoilt with 3 shows from them in 2023 😩).

I think FK is under utilised by GMMTV (but then again, don’t we all say the same when talking about our own bias CPs?) - I want them to be in reality show, talk shows, V-log ANYTHING really beyond just one BL cause they have so much potential (we are definitely in agreement with this. Although it’s of course not feasible to have everything for the boys cause they will burnout otherwise 🙂‍↕️). But we can all dream yeah?

Anyway, I thought this user from Twitter has the cutest idea ever for their YT content 👇🏽 (credit on the screenshot)

(Or I take the boys going camping together with us watching them cook and playing guitar and toasting marshmallows by the campsite)

In my alternate reality where FK gets to act more than one BL per year, these are my pick for hetero show/concept with FK in it:

The currently aired “The Judge from Hell”, k-drama starring Park Shin Hye and Kim Jae Young. I want a Thai remake - with Piploy as the devil in the judge’s body (she plays beautiful evil/anti-hero well! - her performance in Enigma was a good example of this) and First as our dutiful cop who joined force (literally selling his soul) to the devil after his mother figure got killed by a serial killer who also killed his birth parents. We know First can play tortured and devastation well, but truly seeing him fight to keep his morality? - 🤌 (also First already looks like a Korean movie star, so he will fit in well! Plus not going to lie - a tall First having to lean down on tiny Piploy while they bicker and fall in love 🤭 (these 2 have quite the chemistry in The Shipper)

As for Khaotung (we already mentioned Home School), but if I want to see him in a hetero couple - it will be with Ciize. These 2 were wholesome together in Tonhon Chonlatee (the show has flaws, but I still enjoyed it and Khaotung/Ciize being besties in that show was one of the highlights for me!)

And again, I’m borrowing this from one of my favourite k-drama, Happiness (2021) featuring Park Hyung-Sik and Han Hyo-Joo. Beyond just a zombie flick, it’s a commentary on social class but also the desperation and the length people go to when trapped with no where to go. Also, I won’t lie, I just want to see Khaotung (now that he is so buff!) and Ciize (despite her tiny frame) being badass with guns- it also has a sweet romance line between the main characters 😂

And bonus - if I can make my own FK-centric drama:

I want them to play cross-lovers in the past but one of them was a woman.

They both reincarnated - the woman’s soul now in one of the boys (I haven’t quite figure out who I want to play this role between them 🤣). This soul remembers his previous life and lover but avoids trying to look for him (cause you know, she is now a he and thought his previous lover is straight)

While the other person - knows he is missing someone, he has a deep yearning for this one person. However, he can’t remember the face or really anything beyond vague flashbacks except he knows it is a she. So he keeps looking at girls of course not finding the one. Meanwhile, fate (of course) made them meet and they keep avoiding trying to not fall in love but fail 🤷🏽‍♀️. I have even thought of what jobs these boys could have, the side characters 🤣…but alas, this will stay in delulu land (and yes, if you think the plot sounds vaguely familiar, it likely is! Cause I just pick all the plots/tropes I like and meshed it up!)

[jewwyfeesh]

3rd anni enstars IF story -- story 2

Writer: @ 今天也是想吃美食的一天

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Characters: Kiryuu Kuro, Kagehira Mika, Hakaze Kaoru, Oogami Koga

Theme: “If they’re to pick out flowers for someone…”

Disclaimer: this was performed as part of the enstars IF section during the CN 3rd Anniversary stream (42:12 - 45:38). the stories are submitted by fans and two were picked out to be performed live.

translated from CN subs with reference to the script that they posted on screen.

this is story 2 of 2.

edit 22/11: thank you anon who pointed out i made a minor error while translating kuro's line! it has been rectified.

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Hakaze. You’re at the flower shop early.

Kaoru: Kiryuu-kun, good morning. Ran-kun invited me to come watch Dramatica’s performance, so I was looking to buy him some flowers to congratulate him on the show. What about you?

Kuro: Kanzaki and I both received an invitation to today’s performance. Hakaze, Ran’s yer roommate, right? Hasumi’s also part of Dramatica, and is the main producer of today’s show.

My lil sis said that I needa bring a bouquet of flowers, so here I am. Hakaze’s surely plenty skilled in gifting flowers, no? I’d like some suggestions if yer okay with it.

Kaoru: Of course! Let me have a think… Ran-kun— (he gets interrupted by a very loud sneeze before he’s even done with his sentence)

Koga: ACHOO! Oi, Hakaze… senpai, the hell yer doin’ o’er here?

Kaoru: (shocked) !? K-koga-kun!? Don’t you have a pollen allergy? Why are you here in a flower shop!?

Koga: (sniff but nose is blocked.sfx) When I was participating in ANIMALS’ activity earlier on, Hibiki-senpai cared for me quite a lot… not’ta mention, Leon really loves him.

I heard his troupe’s participatin’ in today’s show, and Akehoshi wanted’ta drag me out to watch it together… but called earlier on ta say he couldn’t make it. Still, he bought some flowers an’ wanted me ta bring ‘em over… which forced me to drop by the flower shop.

Sniff.. sniff… a… ACHOO!

Kaoru: Aa… Wan-chan’s such a poor widdle thing…!

Quick, back away from the flowers! Let Onii-chan help you!

Koga: HAA?? Whose Onii-chan are’ya, you shallow playboy!

I’m fine on my own!

Kuro: Hahaha, seems like the both of you have a pretty good relationship with each other.

Koga: WHO THE HELL HAS A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM?! (looks at Mika, who’s near the door.) Kagehira. What’re you here for?

Mika: Ngah~ It’s Oogami-kun… g’morning…!

Kuro: Oh, if it ain’t Kagehira.

Mika: Kiryuu-senpai, g’mornin’…! Oshi-san mentioned yer name a couple days ago…!

Kuro: Oh, let’s meet up fer a meal when Itsuki’s next back in Japan, then.

Mika: Ehe, I’ll be sure’ta tell Oshi-san! (turns to the store owner) Oh, um, please gimme a bouquet of lilies…!

Kaoru: Eh? Everyone’s here to buy flowers today.

Mika: Naru-chan’s got’ta performance today, so I wanna gift ‘em a bouquet to cheer ‘em on!

Kaoru: Eh? Perhaps… also performing as part of the Dramatica troupe?

Mika: …? Al…so…? Senpais and Oogami-kun… are y’all buyin’ flowers for the Dramatica members too?

Kuro: That’s right. Seems like we can all head there together.

Kaoru: Mhm. Then, these two bouquets please. White cosmos represent purity, meant for Ran-kun. And for Hasumi-kun… how about lotus flowers? (tl/n: lotus as in ‘hasu-no-hana’ WWWWW i can’t tell if OP chose it as a pun on his name or)

Kuro: Huh, that ain’t a bad idea. (To the staff in the store) Excuse me, may I have a bouquet o’ lotuses please? Ah, turns out Hakaze’s help really made the whole process a lot smoother!

Koga: (yelling from the store’s door) DON’T FORGET ‘BOUT MY FLOWERS, HAKAZE SENPAI…!

Kaoru: (in a joking manner) Goodness, Wan-chan’s really… When he needs something, he’ll yell for Hakaze-senpai, but when he doesn’t need anything he’ll call for ‘the shallow playboy’!

Koga: HAA??? Don’t yer dare continue jokin’, lemme tell ya! If yer dally any longer, we’ll miss the show, senpai!!

Kaoru: (yelling towards the door) Yes yes~ Kagehira-kun, have you chosen your flowers yet? Since we’re all heading to the same place, we can all go together!

Mika: Ehe, yep. I’m sure Naru-chan will love this bouquet of perfume lilies. Senpais, let’s go!

Koga: HURRY UP! I’ve already called fer a car, so let’s get movin’!

Kuro & Mika & Kaoru: Yes~

← story 1

[findursoulmateorfindyourself]

Ok my last few weeks have been pretty full of events and I don’t do journaling bc I am lazy but should stop because basilcayll it’s first for myself before I present to the world but also I feel like sharing because that what is also the Geist y of it

it is definitely a back ar of being with urself and love it and not become obsessed so u need to humble and exchange to see all the other beautiful souls around u- one reason I share

what can happen Exocet I make myself vulnerable

but yes, it is okay I guess to make urself vulnerabme if this is who you are and you try to walk with love and good intention even if they might not be good for some other people - it is okay I guess to make urself vulnerable - I don’t know I have to think about it but I leave it here like that

I don’t like to make myself vulnerable but the same time I am way too much out there

i don’t understand how this is coming together yet, I guess it’s here just good bc I am still pretty incognito hardly anyone know me but the few that anyway I tell every little detail out of my life and it is a way ti express myself and be open aboht mh work and my thoughts the way it feels right. Not like on Instagram where everything is so restricted and controlled that’s why I love tumblr and the way it is constructed it is way more constructive; and community based. The way information is distributed; sharing communicating interacting it is about sharing and enjoying art not about watching the around of it the stories the followings or maybe it’s just me lol I also don’t do that on IG. But yes DM reels everything Instagram is just so packed. And commericalized and monetized. It destroys everything. There should be a platfrom

or way to distinguish between enjoyment and money because I understand the circularity of Instagram as platform to get jobs earn money and advert ur work but it’s somehow fucked yo that is why it is so interesting to keep in touch with alternatives like Carlo told me bitte ga is or was doing it I really need to think and find out how we can propose alternatives. nit wveryone thinks like that about IG tho

I love my father, I love mz father si so so so so much

he is so beautiful and smart and I never ever thought I would reach another keven of love for him

it is crazy I ama k grateful for his spirit and also the way my mama gets him and emphasize it eventho he is so cruel to her for reasons I can understand

my father wanted to be accepted in this country but he wasn’t even accepted by his own father in law. I think it is cruel to come to this conclusion with the woman you created life with and that is full of love

but then u push her away because she won’t understand she doesn’t understand what family means as her family is so loveless which is not true she us different. She is sensitive and seeet and thoughtful but of course how should u feel when you constantly get reminded how bad Germans are white people in a family that is so strong and talks 3 times per week my father would call my aunt 3 times per week and they talk on the phone for hours in Farsi until they start fighting hahaha I am sways loved to sit and listen to ni word I understand which my father always said was my fault, urs my fault my sister and I speak no Farsi because I was a stubborn kid not wanting to learn his language is language of affection and love he grew op he talked to his own mother my grandmother the heart of love. I was a kid of my mother, the German mother who got accepted as my grandfather would show up to my but not my older sisters birth. FRITZ I hooked up with this guy I’m sad to say guy because I really liked him but he was not ready and I am so done not been acknowledged for who I am. I rather be on myself and finally acknowledge myself. anyways he was like it’s not time for a FRITZ yet we never talked about my grandfather obv it was the second time we met….

anywho Fritz my grandpa a director of a lycee in maths u think I hated maths he was so proud. He was old school. Traditional we would say

of course in awe for culture like go to cultural pkaces and be like how amazing are they super open minded of course he was no old German kind of man….but still

why didn’t he show up to my parents wedding?! why did he hold a speech talking about his only grandchild which was the daughter of my mamas brother who was born AFTER my sister

by god my sister is the first born of this family

that is holy she is holy, and yet they wouldn’t show up

they wouldn’t talk and to be honest maybe this would have been for it’s best

my mama learning how to cook Persian food and being the best in the whole family because she is sensitive she understands what her babies needed even if she was reluctant and not able to express her love in that way because she never keanred fomr her parents

but that’s not her fault no, and that’s what mz father should fucking know.

anyways I always “was against my father” my father said, I was born it was pretty hectic

my mother had a Abgang before me so I can imagine it was pretty traumatizing to lose a life inside of you so everyone was pretty excited for me to be born. But then the doctor said I was disabled they tried to press me out I didn’t want to and then when I came everyone was so happy that I was who I was my mother loved me so much from the first second and my father was so fulfilled with the love his children his family being complete his mother still alive his siblings having babies his loved loved family togehter safe and bonded so why not make the family even more bonded and contact the grand parents. Too good to be true but with my grandparents it was the moment of change. Idk tbh but I know my madar passed, my aunts asshole husband abandoned her with her 3 beautiful boys, mhh yes things were getting tough, my family was moving closer together and apart at the same time. Because my father really became a representative and father for my aunts children, my aunt didn’t know wha to do with her pain and started to be even fringed against Germans as her husband was German like all subtle but they build their little security net, they had each other at least. And then there was my mother, the only German, the kids didn’t count as we were still part Iranian. And we got everything; but I was acting out all the time

everyone always tried to shut me up. I was so conflicted between my mother who was so left out and started to develop and antipathies next to my aunt who was doing nothing but ranting about cold German people

my mother is cold but not inside she has ur renal realism inside of her which is not her fault

i think my grandfather was racist

not my grandmother

but I think he had it internally, I think it can be herited and u think I heruited too but of course we all have the deconstruct this. My grandfather tried, but he failed a little bit my mom is trying and she is open but sometimes it is coming out but for her it’s super different than to my grandfather as she is rather just feeling so left out. And hated and I feel like it’s self hatred that made her feel like this and as I am a soughter of my mother I feel that hatred and I overtake it

there is no bigger goal for me than make me conoekrt free from stigma and weird energies and thoughts toward any person of this world ni matter what age, gender, history future background uprising….they will have.

[jamestown-base]

HELLO!!!

I’m Cas (@kingofthewolvez)!! I’m in love w a certain fictional astronaut! I will be using this blog as an outlet for that. Yes I am cringe, but I don’t care!! I annoy my friends too much so I need somewhere else to put this stuff. I suppose you could consider this a selfship and I'll probably reblog some selfship things. My SI and some FAQ are under the cut :)

Carrd here: X

She's a graphics artist at NASA :)

FAQ:

Opinions on Proshippers?

- Do not support them!! It’s weird!!! Get outta here!!!

What about Tracy?

- I love Tracy, she’s an amazing woman and I’ve inserted myself somewhere in s2 when they’re divorced so she’s not any problem. 👍

Hey! You’re underage!! Isn’t this technically a proship????

- No!!! My SI is aged up, I’m not gonna be weird about it, although she is still a bit over 20 years younger than him. Also I’m turning 18 this year so not underage for long.

Do you have other F/Os?

- Yep! Tom K!rkman from Des!gnated Surv!vor, Todd AND Noah from Jury D-uty, and Goldie from ACNH! I probably won’t post about anyone more than Gordo tho. I am insanely in love with Gordo it’s not even funny.

[shadowthestoryteller]

“I’ve got to put on my fuckin double seeing glasses because I can’t even begin to see the amount of BULLSHIT coming from you right now”-

Me @ the frozen breakfast section in my local Food Lion because they don’t have any cinnamon French toast sticks

[storytimewithanonwriter]

Songbird

Single mom! reader x Peter

Part 7

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Taglist

@venomsvl, @diasnohibng, @lu123sworld

@paw-sneeze , @harryownsmysoultpwk @fairyy27 , @gwenstacy-ghostspider

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

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Hi all!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! Here is the next installment of Songbird! This chapter is kinda short, but it's cute and fluffy! I have been working on a requested one-shot… I’m super excited about so be on the lookout for it! My requests are open! Love ya!!-K

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“ ok... Umm.. hey, Peter ?”

“ yeah?”

“ What are we? “

“ what do you mean ?”

“ I mean... You are my best friend. Yes? But I feel like we have been dating for a while, unofficially. And..... Now We went on an official date, and then we slept together last night. So, I don't know what we are? Do we go back to normal? Do we ..”

Peter walked over to you and kissed your head.

“ Love, We are whatever you want to label us. You are right. I feel like we have been dancing around this for a while. If you are ready to be called my girlfriend, I’m ready to be your boyfriend. If you are not ready, you are still my best friend, and we sometimes go on dates …I mean, if you want to go on another date. I don't want to assume, but after last night I just thought that…. I mean, it could be a one-time thing… I just ..”

“ Girlfriend has a nice ring to it...”

“ yeah?”

“ yeah,” you kissed him again, this time deeper and longer. You only stop when you hear Eliza clear her voice.

“ Nice to see you two love birds finally figured it out.” Eliza was smiling ear to ear.

“ I will see you in a few. “ Peter kissed you again quickly and headed upstairs.

“ Alright, Maze is down for a nap. Spill everything!” Eliza pulled you into the living room.

“Ok, ok, ok!! “ you laughed at her excitement. “Eliza, It was perfect. Even though it started rocky, It was perfect. We had dinner at your place. I set candles and music. We talked for what seemed like hours. We went on a walk in the park. We played 20 questions... I know, super cheesy, but he asked me to dance as his last question. He sang to me because I said there was no music. Then he kissed me. That's when we went back to my room at your place...Girl! The sex... The sex was amazing. I... Just... Amazing. We feel asleep in each of others' arms.”

“ I'm so happy for you! Come here!” Eliza pulled you in for a big hug.

“ I don't know why I was so scared. “ you said as you let go and went to sit down. “I guess it was because I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. It could get really complicated. So, I asked what we are now point-blank. And now I have a wonderful, kind, and loving boyfriend!! “

“ y/n, I'm so glad. You deserve the world, and I think Peter is great . “

“ thank you, Eliza.”

“ well, now that I got all the tea, I'm going to head home. I have court this afternoon. ….Also, I'm going to call the babyproofing people on my way home. I'm I have a feeling that my babysitting services will be needed more.”

“ I love you, sis. Thank you “ you smiled

“ love you too,” she smiled as she left.

....

Nothing really changed much after you made your relationship official. Peter spent most of his free time at your place anyway. Now, he stayed the night more. ( what you didn’t know is he would leave from your window when you fell asleep to go on patrol for a while before coming back to your place) You found that Peter’s love language was touch. You knew this before, but now Peter was more affectionate. You didn't mind at all.

When the Friday morning of Maisie’s show rolled around, you got up early to get Maisie ready. This was good practice to see if the Wizard of Oz casting Maisie as Toto would work. Maisie was super excited.

Peter had stayed late at work ( Spider-Man work) and stayed at his place. So , Peter meet you in the elevator . He gave you a quick kiss.

“ Good morning, my birds.”

“ pider!! “ Maisie screamed

“ oh! Excuse me! I'm so sorry, Pider! Good morning to you as well! “

Maisie giggled.

“ Good morning , Petey. “ you smiled gave him a quick kiss.

“Yuck!” Maisie when she saw you kiss.

You and Peter laughed at her and she giggled as well.

“ Maze, are you excited about your show?” Peter asked Maisie

“ uh huh! Baby pider!!” she said proudly.

“ well , I can’t wait to see it!” He smiled .

Peter walked you through the subway and gave you both a big hug before he headed out. He had a few work things before the show he had to do. You dropped Maisie off and went to a coffee shop near her school to kill time before the performance.

You met Peter outside of Maisie’s school about 20 minutes before showtime. He was standing there holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

“ you didn't have to bring maze flowers .” You smiled .

“ Yes, I did. It's a theatre tradition. It shows how proud you are of the performer and their achievements. “ he said as you made your way to your sets.

“ Awe!! You just made my theatre heart happy.”

“ I did my research “ Peter smiled and kissed your check.

You two talked for a while until the lights dimmed.

“ oh, it is about to start . Just remember, don't expect a great theatrical experience. They are babies,” you whispered.

You watch one class after another performance. Maisie’s class was the last class to perform. Usually, it was the older kids, but for some reason, they put Maisie’s class last.

Maisie’s class took the stage. She was front and center with Pider(who you made a matching costume for).

Maise gasped as she walked out to find you and Peter sitting in the front row.

“ My mama, my Peter!” she waved. The audience giggled at the reaction.

The music started...

“ The itsy bits spider...”

Maze sang her little heart out. She danced and laughed. Yep, your kid was a star. The school put her class last because they knew she would steal the show. Your heart swelled. Once the second song ended, Maisie toddled up to the edge of the stage and shouted

“ And bow,” as she bowed. No one else in her class was participating at all. They were all scared. There is not a shy don't in Maisie’s tiny body. The crowd erupted in laughter. Peter was the first on his feet to give a standing ovation. You quickly followed him.

“ She was amazing. “ he leaned over to you and whispered.

“ She really was!” you smiled .

Maisie came bouncing off. The stage with her teacher Miss Addie.

“ Mama! My Pete! “ she ran up and hugged you. Peter picked Maisie up.

“ Maisie you did so good! I'm so proud of my my little spider!! “ you beamed. You leaned in and kissed the top of Maisie's head.

“ you were amazing, little bird! I got you there for you! Their your mama’s favorite !”

“ Pretty fower!!! Thank my pete!” She hugged him.

“ thank you so much y/n. You don't know how much you helped with everything.” Addie said

“ No problem at all! I enjoyed it”

“ So, this is the famous “my Pete”? “ Addie laughingly asked Peter.

“ I guess so. I'm Peter. Y/n’s boyfriend. “ you smiled as Peter shook Addie's hand.

“ Well, Maze talks about you and her mama all the time. All good things! Anyway, Y/n, we are all going back to the classroom for a snack. You can check her out from there.”

“Thank you , Addie!”

Everyone went back to the classrooms for a reception of cookies and lemonade. Peter had stepped out to take a work call. Val's ( the secretary of the school and your friend. ) daughter was in Maisie’s class, so she was there.

“ so, who is the hottie with you, y/n?” she asked with a grin.

Val had worked at the high school before she had Scout. She moved to the preschool after a Scout was born. She had wanted to be closer to her. You set up play dates all the time with Val and Scout. You were surprised when she asked if you thought you had told him about Peter before.

“ well, that's my boyfriend, Peter.”

“BOYFRIEND!! You didn't tell me about a boyfriend!??!?” Val was ecstatic.

“ Yeah, he lives in my building. We met about a year ago. The day after Maisie’s first birthday, to be exact. We became close friends. He really is my best friend... He asked me out officially last Friday, and here we are! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you about him. Kind of a whirlwind romance, I guess. He is great. Speak of the devil !” Peter came walking up.

“ You talking about me?” he came up behind, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“ Yep! I was telling Val all about you.” you smiled.

“ You missed me that much, huh?” Peter snickered.

“ Haha! You wish! “ you kissed his cheek.

“ I'm so happy for you, y/n! Now thinking about it, Maze keeps talking about My Pete... I figured it was a toy or something.” she laughed

“ She does love her Pete. “ you smiled.

“ Birdie, ready for our picnic? “

“ yep! Maisie, say bye to your teachers and friends! We are going on a picnic in the park!

“ ooooh!! Bye-bye. Me park my Pete mama”

Maisie ran around hugging everyone as you exited the school.

...

After your picnic, Peter walked you and maze home before he had to go back to the lab. He had planned to take the entire day, but they had a new employee joining his research team today. He really wanted to spend the rest of the day with you and Maisie. You told him not to worry. You had to take Maze in for rehearsal that evening anyway. You plan to meet him at the pizza place for dinner when you are both done.

Peter walked in and was greeted by what he assumed was the new guy.

“ Hey there, I’m Peter Parker. I’m a member of the….”

“ Dude! I totally know how you are! I have read so much of your work. I’m Ned Leeds. “

Peter was speechless. He found his Ned . He hadn’t been looking for his Ned or His MJ. He gave up on the idea of even having a Ned or MJ

“ Nice to meet you Ned.So, tell me a little about yourself?”

Peter listen as Ned talked. He could tell they were going to be good friends. This Ned was divorced and had kids. It’s funny how each universe was different yet so similar. He smiled thinking about his fellow Spider-Men. He missed them.

“ Yeah, that's all about me. You ?”

“ I’m not that interesting at all. “ Peter’s. Phone began to ring. You were FaceTiming him.

“ Hello, birdie!”

“ Hey, sorry, I know you probably just got to work, but Maisie woke up, and you weren’t here. She has been crying and won’t stop. I thought maybe a phone call would help. I don’t know … We are supposed to be at the theater. I’m totally going to lose my job. I don’t…”

“ Birdie , take a breath. Give the phone to Maze.”

You move the phone to where Maisie could see Peter .

“ My Pete leave. No bye.” She was crying

“ I’m so sorry, baby bird. I had to come to work. You were sleeping. I told Pider to give you a big hug from me when you woke up. Did he forget?”

“ uh huh! I sad.”

“ I’m so sorry, Maisie. Hey! Guess what we are going to get Pizza for dinner tonight. How about I pick it up on the way home and make a fort and watch a movie? Would that make you feel better ?”

“ uh huh! Iza too?”

“ I’m sure . Auntie Liza will come by if you ask! Ok, baby bird? Let your Mama have the phone. “

“ otay “ she smiled “ bye-bye”

“ Bye-Bye , Maze.”

“ thank you !! You are truly the best! I will see you later. “

“ Bye, Birdie”

“ I have to ask who is birdie and baby bird?! They sound adorable “ Ned was smiling.

“ oh, that’s my girlfriend y/n and her almost-two-year-old Maisie. They are great. I was actually with them this morning before coming here. Maisie had a school show. I had to leave before she woke up from he nap. I guess it broke her little heart.”

“ So, your life is interesting. You're a family man too. ” Ned said

“ I guess you could say that”

Ned and Peter ended up talking for hours. They mostly talked about the kids. They finally exchanged numbers. Ned had three-year-old twins, Maddie and Jamie. Since they moved to the city, Ned tried to find things like play dates for the twins. Peter told him about the play date playground group you were a part of. He told him he would get the information for him. He laughed as he headed to pick up the pizza for tonight’s festivities. Maybe Ned was right; he is a family man.

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

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Chapter 18

The next morning, when I wake up, Kit is gone. I groan and get up. When I step out of the Tent Boorman is leaning against a tree stump with his eyes closed. I kick his shoe.

B: Ah you’re awake.

J: Yeah.

B: You’re not allowed to see Kit.

I look at him with wide eyes.

J: Why not ?

B: Bad luck.

J: But …

B: No Buts. You have to get ready too.

I blink and look down.

J: What’s wrong with that ?

B: You wore the same thing yesterday.

I groan and get out my Bag I throw him 3 shirts.

J: Those are the only clean ones left.

He looks at all three of them and then throws me one. I throw it inside, take the other two which I stuff back in my Bag and go change. 

J: That better ?

B: Very much. Now your Hair.

I raise my Eyebrows. Elora walks to us.

E: Ah good you’re awake. 

I look at the basket with flowers.

J: What are those for ? 

E: Few for your Hair the rest for decorations.

J: My Hair ?

E: You wanna look pretty for your Wife don’t you.

I sigh and sit down on the Tree stump and she starts doing my Hair.

J: When did you get Kit ?

B: Bout half an hour ago.

Graydon walks to us too. I suppress a laugh. 

G: Stop laughing or you’ll get no food.

I look up.

J: Food ? I’m starving. 

B: Would’ve thought you ate enough last night.

I glare at him.

J: I may be sitting here but I still have my Dagger and I’m not scared to throw it.

He lifts his hands. I start eating the bread and stew.

J: Wait stew ?

E: It’s early noon Jane.

J: Hmm, Oh. Wait …

Boorman looks at me with Risen Eyebrows.

J: Don’t you dare say anything.

Elora pulls on a strand of my Hair.

J: Ow.

E: Stop moving your head.

I continue eating.

G: Did you even think about Vows ?

J: Bro my Marriage Proposal was caught in the Moment. No, I didn’t.

G: Maybe you should.

I roll my eyes.

B: He’s right. The Proposal was probably hold in private.

J: Yeah … I hate when you’re right Twinkle-Toes.

The next 10 minutes Elora Fixes my Hair. Then I get up.

J: What can I do now.

Elora shrugs. I look at the basket.

J: What did you say you’re doing with the Flowers.

E: Decorations and the bouquet.

J: I can do the Bouquet.

E: You can ?

J: Why not ?

She hands me the Basket and sits down next to me.

J: How’d you know her Favourite Flowers ?

E: I asked her ?

I nod and start making the bouquet. Once it’s Finished Elora takes it and walks away. I look at Boorman and Graydon.

J: And now ?

B: Vows.

G: I have a pen and Paper.

He hands me a Book. I start scribbling down some words, scratch them out again. Not even 5 minutes later I hand him the Book.

J: Nope I won’t write that down. I can’t.

Ja: Hello.

I look at her.

J: Did you leave Kit alone ?

Ja: No Elora’s with her. What are you doing ?

B: She should be writing her Vows.

Ja: But … ?

J: I can’t write that down. I will come to my Mind just in Time.

After half an hour Jade comes to me again.

J: Jade ?

Ja: Yes ?

J: Can you be the Officiant ? You know us best.

She looks at me with tears in her Eyes.

Ja: I’d be honoured to. So yes. 

I hug her.

E: Be careful with the hair !

We both laugh and part.

B: It’s Time.

I look at him and my hands start sweating.

B: In 10 minutes.

I punch his shoulder.

J: I hate you. 

B: Love you too little sis. 

He kisses my Forehead. 

B: You can do this.

I nod.

Ja: I will need your Rings.

I nod and give her mine.

J: When we get home I’ll have new ones made.

She laughs and walks off. Ten minutes later I stand in front of a crowd. Jade behind me. Graydon and Boorman as my Mans of Honour and Elora and Willow on Kits side.

Ja: Welcome everyone ! On this beautiful day, Jane and Kit have brought us together to celebrate their love and union in matrimony. Thank you all for joining us and being a part of their love story.

A soft music starts playing. I look up and see Kit walking to me. She’s also wearing a white shirt and has flowers in her Hair. We’re both crying once we make eye contact. I smile at her. She hands the bouquet to Elora and Stands in front of me. I take her hands.

J: You look beautiful my love.

K: You look good too Darlin’.

We look at Jade. Who’s also smiling.

Ja: After years of nurturing a beautiful, strong relationship, it’s great to see these two taking the next step towards building a family.

I remember the day Kit told me that she loved Jane. There was a light in her eyes that I’d never seen before. She was excited and nervous. She worried that Jane didn’t feel the same connection she felt.

It warms my heart to see the way Jane looks at Kit. She looks at her as if she’s the last and only woman on Earth, and to her, I know she is. 

I’ve seen these two be there for each other through life’s unexpected twists and turns, only growing closer and stronger from each setback. I’ve seen them share laughs, exchange inside jokes and most shocking of all, I’ve seen Jane share her dinner with Kit, which is when I knew this was serious.

Marriage isn’t easy but I trust these two. I have trust in their love, their friendship, and their commitment to one another. With that, I think it’s time to let them speak on their love.

She holds a bowl with Truth plums in front of us. We both take one and eat them.

Ja: Do you Jane, solemnly swear that you will support and defend the institution of marriage against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Do you promise to honour and love Kit in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times, Do you promise to cherish her as your most beloved ?

J: Yes, I do.

Ja: Do you Kit, solemnly swear that you will support and defend the institution of marriage against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Do you promise to honour and love Jane in sickness and in health, in good times and bad times, Do you promise to cherish her as your most beloved ?

K: Yes, I do.

Ja: Then please face each other and share your vows.

We turn to look at each other again.

J: Kit, they say a life lived in love will never be dull, and since we started Dating 6 years ago truer words have never been spoken. 

You make me want to be a better person. With you, I feel safer than ever. I have never liked a voice as much as I like yours, and I wish to wake up to it every day. My life has been a rocky road but knowing that I will always find you at the end of it makes me want to keep going. I love you so much, my best friend, the love of my life.

Your love gives me hope. Your smile gives me joy. You make me a better Woman.

I used to be scared of what-ifs. But every time I take your hand I'm more excited for the future than scared. Because I know that even in our most difficult times, if I extend my hand in the darkness, I will always find yours, ready to walk with me until we find the light at the end of the tunnel. You are my strength, the gust of joy that picks me up when I am at my lowest. With you, I have found love, and I never want to let you go. Thank you for choosing me over and over again.

I mean How lucky am I to call you mine? Your love and trust makes me a better person, each and every day. For all those times that we've been together, there's always been a mutual understanding that's only shared when two people love each other truly. You were there for my greatest challenges. You encouraged me to grow. You helped me believe in myself and become the person that I am today. In your arms and by your side, I know I can do anything.

When I wake up, I think of you. When I go to sleep, my last thought is of you. My mind never stops turning back thoughts to you.

I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own.

You're everything that I ever dreamed of and everything I will ever need. Our love for each other is heaven-sent. Today I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always.

As we grow a family, like right in this Moment. I promise to work together, to be equal partners in life and to remember the amazing person I married.

I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days.

Kit looks at me while crying. I hear others sniffle too.

K:Jane, you have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant, and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life, and you make me happier than I could ever imagine and more loved than I ever thought possible. You have made me a better person, as our love for one another is reflected in the way I live my life.

I take you as mine, knowing and loving all of your strengths and faults, just as I offer myself to you as yours with all of my strengths and faults. I will be there for you in your times of need, just as I know I can turn to you when I need a guiding hand.

I can’t even promise I’ll never hurt you, because even the best of intentions sometimes falls short. What I do promise is to always reach for you over my pride, to hold you, to heal you, and to seek forgiveness .

But nothing will divide us because I know that with your love, I will always have strength.

Without you, my life has no meaning. I vow to always remember to treasure you

I could conquer the world with one hand, as long as you’re holding the other.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time. Love is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you.

If you grow weak, I’ll be there to fight your battle for you. I’ll help you with your responsibilities and make your problems my own in order to spread the weight a bit more evenly.

If you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, I’ll be standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you

I choose you and promise to choose you as my Wife every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your kin and your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. 

Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.

I promise to be there to catch you if you should stumble, carry you over every threshold, and fall in love with you every day.

Tears are streaming down my Face. Boorman hands Jade the Rings. Tears on his face. 

Ja: The wedding ring is an unbroken circle, which symbolises unending and everlasting love. It is a visible symbol that represents your inner commitment to one another. Because these circles are designed without an ending they speak of eternity. May the incorruptible substance of these rings represent a love glowing with increasing lustre through the years. May these rings which you give to each other be a sign of your love, trust, and faithfulness.

Jane, take Kit’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me.

With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.

I take her Ring and Put it on her Finger.

J: With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.

Ja: Kit, take Jane’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me:

With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.

K: With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.

Ja: May your home be filled with laughter and the warm embrace of a summer day. And may you find peacefulness and beauty, challenge, and satisfaction, humour and insight, healing and renewal, love, and wisdom, as in a quiet heart. May you always feel that what you have is enough. Jane and Kit, we have heard the sincerity in your promise to share your lives in marriage. We recognize your love and support your decision to build a home together. By the power vested in me, Ten minutes ago. I now pronounce you Wife and wife.

Jane, you may kiss your bride !

She doesn’t have to say that twice. I gently grab Kits face and kiss her.

Ja: Everyone, give it up for Mrs. and Mrs. …

I point at Kit.

Ja: Tanthalos.

Everyone starts applauding. I laugh. I couldn’t be Happier. I kiss Kit again and lay one hand on her Belly.

[super-unpredictable98]

A Lot To Talk About | Misfits AU

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse)

Word Count: 1,1 k

Warning: Strong language

(Masterlist)

I knew someday I would slip up, I didn't think it would be so soon, but I knew. I'm too clumsy not to mess things up even a little bit. So I accidentally wore a corset with my hair up to a concert, leaving my shoulders bare. When I realized it, I immediately let my hair down, but that was about halfway into the performance.

All I could do was pray that no one saw the birthmark, but I wouldn't be telling you this story if no one actually saw it… Some people did see it and there was a little bit of gossip over it, but soon enough, everyone had forgotten about it, or so I thought.

"Are you sure you're okay with being a bridesmaid? It might call too much attention…" Simon whispered as Nathan and I left his flat after a little double-date dinner to plan his wedding.

"I'm literally on the cover of Esquire right now, I think we're a little past calling attention to myself," I joked.

"I know, but mum and dad will be there, and our grandparents, and little Lydia…"

"Do you not want me as Alisha's bridesmaid?" I frowned.

"Of course I want you to, Peanut! You're my sister, how could I not want you there? I'm just worried about your… Situation."

"Um, guys?" Nathan poked my shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

"One second, Natty, this is important," I said without turning away from Simon. "No, really! THIS is important!"

When Simon and I turned around, our father was standing there, agape, pale as chalk, looking like he just saw a bloody ghost.

"Shit…" I muttered.

"D'you think he heard it?" Nathan whispered.

"I am literally 10 feet away, of course I heard it," dad finally spoke up.

"Hi, Charles," I smiled sheepishly at him, my brain trying to pretend nothing happened. "You remember me, right? We met once at the grocery shop-"

"I think we've met a little before that, didn't we?" He chuckled.

Simon was paralyzed with fear, I know he was internally beating himself up for exposing me like that, but to be honest, it was a lot less scary than I imagined it would be.

"Dad, Lyddie is my friend you know… She's like a sister to me… And Alisha too…" Si stuttered nervously.

"I knew that birthmark looked familiar," dad walked towards me, slightly teary. "And those eyes as well. What happened to you, Blossom?"

"Well, it's a long story," I grimaced. "Do you remember that storm a couple of years back?"

——————————————————

"So, my kids are superheroes, and my kids' spouses are also superheroes… And half of this town are superheroes."

"Or supervillains," Simon added. "We've met some people who were really dangerous and used their powers for evil."

"So you're saying, you are my Blossom in ten years?" Dad stared blankly, in shock from all the information we just dumped on him.

"Yes, but I go by Lydia or Lyddie now, I still hate that name."

I had seen him a couple of times from afar, but we were never able to really talk. It pained me so much to stay away from him, to never call him dad again.

"Lydia," he smiled, tears running down his face. "I am so proud of you, you are so brave and so talented. You're everything your mother and I raised you to be."

"Thank you, dad," I sobbed, unable to hold back any longer, and he held me, gently kissing my forehead. "I missed you so much."

"How long has it been?"

"About two and a half years."

"Oh, sweetie! It's alright, it's okay," he rubbed my back soothingly.

"Don't tell mum, she's gonna freak out."

"But Lydia…"

"Please, dad, please don't tell her. You know how she can get."

"Fine, I won't, but I think she would like to meet you, I couldn't imagine a better future for you."

"That's because you don't know Nathan," Simon muttered mockingly.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Nate scoffed dramatically. "I am a perfect gentleman, sir, nothing t'worry about."

"I can see it in your face, kid…" dad looked him up and down. "That isn't true, but if my daughter loves you and chose to marry you, she must have a good reason."

"Aw, thanks, dad!" Nathan tilted his head

"Don't push it, Nats," I warned playfully.

"What is your power?" Dad asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm immortal and I can also do reality warping, it's kinda like bein' a magician, but without the tricks."

"Interesting… would you mind showing me?"

"No, not at all," Nathan smiled, happy to show off his powers any chance he got. "Lyddie mentioned a few times you're a fan of Guinness, right?"

"Right."

"Then cheers, man," he snapped his fingers and a can appeared in the palm of his other hand.

"Wow!" Dad took the can with an amazed smile. "I like this one, Lydia."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Simon teased. "He's usually a completely different person."

"Just get over it, Barry," Nathan leaned back smugly. "My father-in-law likes me."

"Barry?" Dad looked at me confused and I simply shrugged.

"No, my father doesn't know you well enough," he countered with a smirk. "Should I tell him about that volunteer we had… What was her name, Lyddie? The blonde one that was a bit older."

"You mean Ruth?" I smiled, taking the opportunity to push my husband's buttons.

"Ruth! That's right, dad you're not gonna believe it-"

"NO!" Nathan shouted. "If you tell 'im that, I'm gonna tell 'im about the shapeshifter, should we go there?"

"Then I'll tell him about that time you got that tattoo."

"And I'll tell 'im about the very interesting things you had t'say when Alisha  touched you with her old power."

"So I'll tell him about what you did to Nikki's mattress."

"Stop that!" I laughed. "We have more than enough incriminating stories about each other, our father doesn't need to know any of them!"

"But… now I'm curious, I wanna know all of them," dad grinned, making me regret not telling him sooner. He was acting so cool about the whole thing, I was so happy to have him back.

"Convenient for you to say that, Lollipop," my husband taunted. "You wouldn't want me t'mention the bet with the pills, right?"

"Or what you used to do with Nathan in the Community Centre…" Simon joined.

"Okay, seems like we have a lot to talk about," dad cracked open his beer. "Let's start from the beginning, how did you and my daughter meet, Nathan?"

"That's a cool story," he started. "So, I was playin' bowling one night, right?"

Tag List: @seanfalco @elliethesuperfruitlover @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

[daandyli0n]

citizens’ eyes au

ah yes, another dsmp au. this one is based on the concept of other citizens on the dsmp aside the main 30 or so players.

the plot of the dsmp doesn’t really change (much), this will mostly just be some ideas about stuff that would happen/change slightly.

@northern-loner you said you’d be interested in seeing this, so here it is!

(this is about the dsmp characters)

here we go:

-i feel like there were a lot more people in the beginning, even before c!tommy. i feel like c!dream basically just went ‘screw it’ and opened the floodgates. people have just been coming in to watch/be a part of the chaos ever since.

-“Big sis?” “Yeah?” “Dream’s fighting the new kid who got here last week.” “...Which one?” “The loud, blonde British kid.” “...What is it over...?” “A couple of music discs, from what I’ve heard-” “OVER A COUPLE OF WHAT NOW!?”

-i’d like to think that a lot of the citizens consider the disc wars the weirdest, most insane thing ever on the server.

-OH, THE NUMBER OF WINGED HYBRIDS WHO FIGURED OUT THAT THEY COULDN’T FLY ON THE SERVER AND WERE OUTRAGED-

-the l’manburg independence war sure was something...

-the main area of the smp was a mix of people who didn’t want to be involved with the war (with reasons varying from “I have family/friends who live there, and I don’t want to fight them,” “I have no reason to fight them/I’m just not interested,” and “I honestly support them, I just don’t want to join them (at the moment, anyway)”) and people who basically saw c!dream looking for soldiers and went “Sign me the f**k up.” Again, their reasons for doing so varied (some genuinely didn’t like l’manburg and some just wanted to get involved/didn’t care).

-i tried to figure out how the citizens could’ve actually gotten involved during the final control room, and, well, i sure found a way!

-the l’manburg citizens from that time refer to this event as either “The Betrayal” or “The Massacre.” it is usually referred to as the latter.

-what happened for the citizens (who stayed behind at l’manburg) was that, before the main group actually got to the room, they were ambushed by a lot of c!dream’s soldiers. it was bloody. people on the side of the dream team had mixed feelings about what they were doing. some killed l’manburg soldiers with no remorse. some felt guilt, but also felt as though they had gone to far to turn back, so they continued on despite the guilt. some couldn’t bring themselves to do it, or stopped when they were begged for mercy. it was terrible day for both sides.

-after the bow duel, c!tommy was pretty much considered a hero by the citizens. he became generally well-liked by his fellow soldiers for his actions.

-very few people in l’manburg left with c!eret afterwards.

-even people on c!dream’s side laughed at him (or attempted to hide it) when c!wilbur did his “YOOOOOOOOOOOO SUCK IT GREEN BOOOOYYY!” speech. look, even they’ve gotta admit it’s pretty funny.

-there was a huge celebration that night. people were laughing, messing around, dancing and singing, you name it. people were congratulating each other for their bravery.

-however, some people still had suspicions that the peace wasn’t meant to last...they were, at least, sort of right..

-the elections in a nutshell:

most citizens: “Okay, this looks pretty bad, but what are the odds Schlatt will actually win?”

-well...he won.

-a lot of people followed wilbur and tommy when they were exiled.

-On Today’s Episode of: “c!Punz Doesn’t Help Their Reputation With The L’manburg Citizens”- (aka, a lot of citizens witnessed c!wilbur’s 2nd death. they ain’t happy with c!punz)

-look, this is all i can see in my mind when i think about c!dream shows up in pogtopia:

c!dream: This is how I enter Pogtopia-

c!dream, bursting into the ravine: WHAT’S UP, F**KERS?!

the citizens who followed wilbur and tommy, who also heavily distrust c!dream at this point for...obvious reasons: Why do you have that TNT?!

c!dream, handing c!wilbur TNT: F**K YOU, THAT’S WHY!

-well...he wasn’t entirely joking on the reason- (foreshadowing)

-a lot of people tried to be subtle in either telling c!wilbur he needs to get therapy or in trying to actually give therapy themselves. it didn’t help much, but it was a nice thought, at least.

-stuff in manburg was getting bad quick, and anyone who had genuinely voted for schlatt2020 was hopefully regretting it at this point.

-some people were starting to feel bad for c!quackity. mans was going through it at this point. some people were trying to subtly tell him “hey, divorce is always an option man-”

-HOO BOY THE RED FESTIVAL. SO MANY PEOPLE JOINED POGTOPIA AT THIS POINT-

-c!dream basically betrayed pogtopia (because c!schlatt gave him the revive book), and like 90% of the citizens that were there just simultaneously screamed “I F**KING CALLED IT!”

-nov 16th happens. people die. some are dead-dead along with c!wilbur and c!schlatt.

-not a lot of people really liked the fact that c!wilbur apparently decided that a 16 year old would be a good idea of a president.

-ooo boy, time to rebuild l’manburg, surely nothing will go wrong! ...right?

-oh would you look at that: Exile™

-most people’s opinions on what happened were basically “Okay, look, was it bad that he griefed a dude’s house? Yeah. Did he deserve to get exiled for it? Absolutely not. He’s also only 16 years old-”

-remember when i said that a good portion of the citizens in l’manburg were very close with/liked c!tommy? oh ho ho, trust me. c!dream found that one out the hard way during the exile arc.

-so many people tried to visit c!tommy. c!dream attempted to stop several of them. but guess what? people started trying to secretly visit logstedshire. it was at this point he probably should’ve realized his mistake.

-so, do you guys remember dream’s lore video about the revive book? 

-... i’m just gonna link this post. to summarize, it wasn’t just c!vikk and c!lazar who got experimented on...

-people in l’manburg were really scared at this time. many stayed with at least one other person. they just didn’t want to be next.

-c!tubbo just came back one night, covered in mud. he looked like he had been crying.

-the citizens asked c!tubbo what had happened, why had he been crying? c!tubbo simply turned back to the crowd following him and and simply muttered, “...We need to have a funeral.” he turned to go back to his house. l’manburg’s citizens stood there in shock. they knew what he was saying.

-tommy dead? he was dead? but-but that was impossible! tommy, the kid who had practically won them their independence? he couldn’t be dead!

-...could he?

-some simply grieved as the butcher army prepared. some turned their anger to c!dream, believing him to be hiding something.

-(he was; several things, actually.)

-the fact that both c!dream and c!punz helped with c!techno’s escape didn’t really help either of their reputations in l’manburg.

-doomsday eventually happens. everyone’s a mixture of being overjoyed that c!tommy’s back and terrified because their homes are about to be destroyed.

-people also die on this day.

-some people witness the argument between c!dream and c!tommy. it’s the first time any of them truly notice that c!tommy has changed, and not in a good way. the kid is traumatized. what had dream done to him? also, c!dream’s little comment to c!tommy along the lines of “I think you’re just too fun.” was something that had sent chills down the spines of the people who had heard it. because Oh. He sure had messed this kid up, didn’t he? for some, that comment not only chilled them, but enraged them.

-if many of them could’ve, they would’ve gone with c!tommy and c!tubbo to fight c!dream in a heartbeat.

-c!dream gets put in prison. people rejoice.

-life goes on, the egg starts to come along, people get recruited, you know; the usual.

-c!tommy dies in prison. some mourn, some try to enter the prison to murder his murderer. he comes back, people are shocked.

-oh yeah, there would probably be more prison guards in the prison. some of whom were probably witnesses to c!dream’s torture...

-a lot of ex-l’manburg citizens moving to other factions...many move to las nevadas...some go to snowchester...some go to kinoko...

-more!!! therapists!!! on the server!!!

-doctors!!!

-(Ad Voice™) Are You Tired of New Members Being Sympathetic to c!Dream And Never Really Learning What He Had Done? Well Not Anymore!

aka:

c!michael mcchill: Why is Dream in Prison?

the citizens, who have gathered a whole list of his known crimes at this point: ...would you like us to list that alphabetically or chronologically?

-c!wilbur comes back. many are unhappy for various reasons. some miss ghostbur...some try to get c!wilbur to go to therapy (and fail).

-c!slime dies and people lose their minds.

-c!dream escapes. people are afraid.

-The Tommyinnit Protection Squad™ Assembles. many want to help hunt c!dream down.

-OH THE EGG IS BACK?? JUST WHAT WE ALL NEED RIGHT NOW.

-someone help these poor guys.

that’s the main plot things i can think of for right now. i would actually love to talk more about this concept! i love talking about this concept actually!

[maddiewritesstucky]

Picture this for jockVerse pls! Stevie gets a nipple piercing as he went to a piercing with a friend to be her moral support for the piercing she wasn’t supposed to get. Love the man, but he’s trying desperately to keep it safe during spring training while it heals. Cut to right after they get off spring break, maybe a quick romp before the team meeting, Bucky sees IT. Using the tiny rugs amplified by ten to his advantage. And I know they aren’t the couple for fematization, just imagine Bucky with that mocking tone calling it a “Titty Ring”.🥵🥵 I arrest my case.

I have actually considered this before, Nonnie! Nipple piercings make me weak and I have absolutely pictured our JockVerse Steve with this, but I’d always thought it wouldn’t be a possibility ‘cause it wouldn’t heal what with training etc. But then sis K pointed out that there’s an off season in which it could hypothetically heal, so let’s go ahead and make this JockVerse canon…

Steve would absolutely keep it a secret from Bucky that he’s got this piercing until it’s healed enough to have some fun with (a time period which I am wilfully choosing to minimise for my own fictional pornographic purposes). One, because he’s a little shit who wants to spring it on Bucky to get his shocked reaction, and two - because he knows that Bucky is gonna go feral for it, and Steve very much wants to be able to submit to the outpouring of Bucky’s chaotic thirst.

Steve doesn’t make a song and dance about it because he doesn’t need to, it’s gonna speak for itself. He just rocks up to Bucky’s place one day, whips off his shirt, and smugly watches Bucky’s face run a gauntlet of realisation

Bucky would lose his damn mind

“Are you fucking kidding me, Rogers…”

Bucky’s eyes wouldn’t budge from it, his hand reaching out immediately on instinct to tug on it; his mouth hanging open a little in disbelief

The titty ring is now the only thing that matters. It’s all Bucky cares about, getting his fingers and his lips and his tongue on it, and bringing Steve to ruin with it

We all agree that in any universe, Stevie’s nips are sensitive little things, right?? So the piercing would only dial that up, and Bucky wants to find out just how much pleasure he can inflict now that this little silver ring is in the equation

Picture it - Bucky leaning forward to catch it between his teeth while Steve rides him; Steve’s hands fisted through Bucky’s hair and his head tipped back as he moans for it

Bucky sitting Steve in his lap, back to chest, reaching around to toy with the piercing while Steve jerks off

Bucky sitting on Steve’s cock, planting his hands on Steve’s chest and just letting his weight press right there over Steve’s nipple, making it hurt a little

Bucky slipping his hand up under Steve’s shirt at every opportunity just to pinch at it. Or even doing it through Steve’s shirts, (especially in public) zeroing in on that little bump that’s visible cause Steve is a slut who has to wear shirts that are half a size too small

There would definitely be some experimentation around just how close they can get Steve to orgasm from nipple play alone - something they’ve already toyed with, but obviously this must now be repeated under these new circumstances

…Turns out he can get pretty damn close

I’m picturing a video call one night, wherein Bucky talks Steve through exactly how to tug and twist and tease that nipple; making Steve use his words to tell him how good it feels, all while Bucky sits there lazily jacking it to the sight

Please also consider: titty fucking

Bucky was already all about it, but that ring may as well be a bullseye for all he has an all-consuming need to jizz on it

Just something about getting off on Steve’s chest that’s made infinitely hotter by that little glint of silver

And you know Bucky’s gonna run his mouth about it…fuck, just think of the degradation 🤌

“Aww, look at you gettin’ your tits all pretty, princess. This all for me?”

“You just want everyone to know you’re a slut for having these tits played with, huh?”

“Maybe I should clip a chain to it and drag you ‘round, show everyone their big bad quarterback’s just a little bitch”

It makes Steve so pissy when Bucky calls his pecs ‘tits’ but it also makes him go the most delicious shade of pink, so yes Nonnie, the piercing absolutely gets dubbed the Titty Ring

Even when Steve switches to a barbell just to make the taunting stop, Bucky still only ever refers to it as the Titty Ring

…Steve’s not gonna take it out, though. I mean it’s already there, and he went to the trouble of letting it heal, so like…it may as well stay…👀

Okay. It is law. Henceforth, JockVerse Steve is to be pictured with a titty ring. Thank you for this magnificent edition to his character, Nonnie (and I’m sorry it took me a million years to get to this ask) 💗

[daimonhalos]

Appreciation post for the eggpire and more during the red banquet cause I'm not seeing enough love for how well they organized and delivered and because I'm so proud of cc!Bad for how far the Bloodvines arc has gone ♥ (this stuff is from Bad's vod btw)

Also something to cheer people up a bit in case the lore got u hard like it got me cause I'm still not okay bestie <3

The starting soon screen being an animation (with glitches to show another frame!!) plus the jazzy electro-swing soundtrack underneath. Just such a good intro, I felt like I was actually in the waiting line for an event, just awesome.

Ponk. Just Ponk, dapper man, handsome Ponk just standing there. Gorgeous, thank you, standing ovation, I love him.

Just everything Bad and Ant did with the building of the room, the stairs!! The coat room!!! The statues right in front of the table, everything looked SO pretty.

ANT MY BELOVED LOOKING HANDSOME AS ALWAYS I just loved all their outfits. The banquet's skins just SLAPPED HARD.

The little moment where Bad changed view of his character and we could see him, Ant and Ponk cwc

Bad singing >>>>>>>>>>

Everyone getting lost despite the oak signs

THE ARC ABOVE THE DANCEFLOOR, WHAT THE HELL YOO

Bad complimenting everyone on their outfits and giving out some gapples here and there

Bad also always repeating the same catchphrases

Sam just drinking copiously and the dumpy situation

People actually dancing + HBomb being the dj

Puffy walking around Bad to see his outfit and complimenting him, just felt like their old friendship cwc

FOOLISH GAVE BAD A FLOWER <3

Bad scolding George for not wearing an outfit (Sam's "his name is Gogy and he is beautiful")

"It's almost time for the feast. It's gonna be delicious." the foreshadowing

Everyone dancing together cwc

"minecraft dancing is speed squats" eret ilu

Bad and Ant complimenting moment ♥

The eggpire all on the same side of the table. Them

Ponk's little "Hello!" after Bad said he made the soup, plus everyone going "good job!!" just twt

When Bad started asking if anyone wanted to give a toast, I realized eventually that this was more of a disguised "Want to say your last words before death?" and it now sounds s o freaking cool. ye s

P O N K 'S S P E E C H

"you look beautiful right now" sam i will cry

When in the middle of his speech, Bad turns to Ant who's already looking at him, nods, Ant nods back, and as Bad turns around again we can see Ant walking away from his seat. I am OBSESSED with this scene, like you already know something is about to go down and oh gosh it was delivered so good

THE LAVA COMING DOWN FROM THE CEILING AS BAD KEPT TALKING, NONE NOTICING, HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW THE BANQUET WILL BE UNFORGETTABLE. SO HOT

"And yeah! Thank you for coming everybody" the little mischievous giggles right after "And prepare uh ... yep. Prepare to die." AND THEN HE FUCKIGN DRINKS FROM HIS GLASS LIKE COME ON YOU CANT BE ANY COOLER THAN THAT YOOO

"The leaf is staying the way it is" you can hear the laughter in his voice like HAH GOTTEM that's so good

Bad still giving Hbomb gapples cwc

"Where you looking for this perchance?" AND THEN EQUIPS THE ENTIRE ARMOR AND WEAPONS E Y E when the twists started dude. this si where the twists started and never ended

HANNAH CROSSING SIDES AND SIDING WITH THE EGGPIRE. QUEEN SHIT that was such a cool moment for her i'm so glad she's getting her moment

The eggpire laughing, just pure villainy, love them

"Time to get on the main event" the nonchalance. The way they equipped the crossbows and readied the arrows at the same time. B r u h fucking awesome they are

The eggpire faking being afraid when Sam was talking about blowing the egg up. Sad that we already knew about the obsidian thing, but still made it a very cool scene. Especially right after when they started laughing at them again. I don't know what it is about it but I love them being so sassy.

FREAKING EXECUTIONS THEY WORKED FOR MASS EXECUTIONS they were able to trap all those freaking people!! And trick them and counter attack all the time! what the fuck, I'm so impressed

Thank you Fundy for sounding super terrified /gen ♥

Wait ahah they really said EGGSECUTION-

THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES im not saying IT but im saing Velvet

"Follow me! Follow me!" HANNAH SOUNDED SO ENTHUSIASTIC i love

"We trusted you!" "Well, that was your first mistake-" THE WAY BAD WAS ABOUT TO LAUGH. DUDE they definitely had so much fucking fun making this

sassyboyhalo

Foolish acting thank u ily. Also the thunder not working what the heck i wanna know what was going on inside his mind right then he sounded so lost. THE ACTING

"Sacrifice!" Hannah idk how to say this but I love you

ANT MOMENTTTT

When puffy called them selfish i was expecting bad to just do a huge double take. I wanted him to snap immediately PLEASE SNAP-

BAD DELIVERING AGAIN WITH THE AMAZING ACTING

"Not just for the egg but for what the egg is going to give us" he's so desperately trying to make them udnerstand it promised him his friend back he literally mentions it every single time but everyone calls him selfish because they think he wants power when he just wants skeppy's friendship back in this essay I will- Anyway yes I love that he never explicitly says it because it kills us viewers with pain cause we KNOW and then the reveal will be 100 times more powerful. This is so awesome

"I can't stop Quackity and you know why I can't stop. If I stop I can't get what I need." his voice grew so much lower like he's just holding back MAN I HH IT WAS SO GOOD

SECRET RETREAT ROOM YOOO

Ponk giving Bad some food and telling him to stay safe, Bad telling both Hannah and Ponk to stay safe too. My tears

And now the solo Bad lore part, where we actually see the true part of him that's absolutely devastated and makes me cry, the way he acted all confident and then saw everything crumble in a few seconds and now he's destroyed again because what if they find a way to destroy the egg what then? what if he never gets skeppy back? dude, you can just read his emotions it's so sad and i love how it was portrayed

"I know where I can go. I know who I can see!" BDI REF BDI REF FOR SURE I have a feeling that's going to be explained in the next lore stream with Skeppy and I'm so hype. I love the little crumbs of references here and there.

"But now they have it.." he sounded so broken??? bad your acting please ill cry

"I didn't really want to hurt anybody" his true self trying to get back cwc especially because he's farther away from the egg. I just love the transition between the guy Bad portrays who's so sure about the egg when it's in front of others and the doubts and anxiety he actually has when he's alone. Just so cool

"Did I screw up?" im just pointing out everything that moves me emotionally cause these people's acting is so cool

Ending the stream with simple black background my beloved

Okay but really I'm so so so proud of the ccs for making this happen and it's only going upwards, I'm literally so in awe, they really said go big or go home

Free space for Ant's villain speech I wasn't able to hear yet, but they said it was v cool, so I'm trusting people on this

Thank you for listening, stan Bloodvines arc /hj

If I made typos no I didn't

[skellebonez]

Who Do I Go To? (Monkie Kid Fanfic)

I totally did not accidentally post this early before I edited it or added everything from my wip file... no... but anon, you gave me so much FREEDOM with this that I just went absolutely off the rails. This is not only set in a post S3 scenario where everyone survives and most of the villains have some kind of at least semi-redemption (except LBD, rip), this does feature a crackship or two of mine (you can read the tags to see the ships before you read)! Sun Wukong also has all of his immortality and some of his powers, I am writing this with the idea that he transferred most of them to MK and some of that was permanent once LBD was defeated and MK got his own back.

So... what if Sun Wukong did start communicating with the others in S3... but still has been bottling up his emotions about the past for so long he doesn’t feel he can talk to anyone because of their shared experiences? And what happens when that guilt and grief finally has someone willing to listen?

“What are you doing here, Si-SUN Wukong?” The Demon Bull King asked slowly, stumbling over his usual insult for the one once so close to him. They still weren’t close, and it was doubtful they would ever be as long as the sworn brothers they once were, but they were no longer at each other’s throats anymore.

That didn’t change how bizarre it was to see The Great Sage Equal To Heaven just... sitting outside his new home with no warning.

“DBK!” Wukong exclaimed, more startled than the larger demon was expecting as he jumped up and turned and if he didn’t look like he’d been hit with a truck metaphorically DBK didn’t know how to describe the way his fur stood on end and the redness in the other’s eyes. “I. UH. Was. Just stopping by to say hi!”

“No you weren’t,” DBK said, face falling into a deadpan glower. “You don’t do that. Even after 500 years I know you don’t.”

“I can start!” Wukong defended, crossing his arms and looking away with a wide teeth showing smile.

Too wide.

Even after everything that happened between them, from Red Boy to what happened when he needed his wife’s fan to sealing him in the mountain and everything that transpired with the Little Thief, he recognized that unhappy nervous smile.

“You can,” DBK said with a nod, gesturing to the smaller being. “You can also be here for a reason. Like what I heard you muttering to yourself behind the door.”

“And that’s my cue to leave!” The Monkey King announced as he turned to walk away before a large hand, with shocking gentleness for the one attached to it, wrapped around his shoulders.

“If you need to talk-”

“No, haha, I most certainly have no need for that!”

“-you know we’ve already made peace. I-”

“You don’t need to do anything,” Wukong insisted, struggling only a little before freeing himself from the other’s grip with an even wider nervous smile.

“-am willing to listen.”

“Don’t have to!”

“Are you at least talking to anyone?”

Neither of them said anything, The Demon Bull King staring down at The Monkey King with both frustrated annoyance and genuine concern in his expression.

The former he could deal with, but the later was so new again that...

Sun Wukong panicked.

“.... OKEY BYE!” He yelled, jumping and allowing his cloud to catch him and take him off.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM YOUR FEELINGS FOREVER SUN WUKONG!"

"I HID FROM THE WORLD FOR 500 YEARS AND I TURNED OUT JUST FINE, I THINK I'LL MANAGE!"

“He turned out fine, he says,” Princess Iron Fan called from behind her husband as she emerged from their home. “So fine that it took him losing his invincibility and his successor nearly being killed for him to admit he needed help.”

DBK grunted, nodding in agreement at her words.

“He needs more, still, my dear. Even I can see that.”

“Let’s call in some reinforcements then, darling. I think there are two people who may be able to get through to him.”

~

Sun Wukong sat on the beach of Mount Huaguo’s island home, clearly trying not to think about what had just transpired.

“Hey.”

“How did you even know to look for me here?” Sun Wukong asked, not nearly as startled this time. He’d heard the footsteps coming for a long time, the other apparently wanting to make his presence known.

“Bull King called Pigsy’s asking for MK. MK called me since he’s working. I remembered where you like to sulk. Hence: I’m here.”

Wukong groaned, wrapping his arms around his knees and burying his face in them. “I shouldn’t have even left the house today.”

“But you left,” Macaque said with a shrug, watching the other stew in his frustration at himself. “And you went to see DBK... and I guess Princess Iron Fan too? But you ran off. Why?”

“I can’t check up on an old friend turned enemy turned less enemy to ‘not exactly friend but we’re not trying to kill each other’ without being questioned?” Wukong grumbled into his arms.

“Not when you make him sound as worried as he did when he talked to MK,” Macaque continued, voice becoming more tense. “You didn’t go to apologize or explain anything, I was there when all that went down. So... did you finally go to talk about everything e-”

“No.” The word was said with such coldness that Macaque knew it was put on. It wasn’t out of malice but something else, something more worried and fearful. “No. I can’t talk to him about... I told him everything that explained what happened. I apologized. I don’t need to talk more.”

"I don't understand why you're so opposed to to just talking about, you know... how you’re doing," Macaque said with a concerned frown. It almost felt odd on his face. Almost. He was still getting used to the whole "not being mortal eternal enemies and now being friends and kinda sorta caring about each other again" thing. "I know it's been centuries and all and you're out of practice but like... it's been centuries."

"I just... can't, Macaque," Wukong rebutted as he refused to lift his head from his arms. "I just can't."

"Why?"

"Don't."

The single word stayed in their air between them, heavy and hard and meaning more than the immortal would ever admit to.

"Come on, there has to be a reason," Macaque insisted as he sat down beside the other immortal. When no response came he sighed, tail flicking absently and flipping over some of the rocks on the beach as they sat in silence for few minutes. "You know... I started talking to someone."

"What?" Wukong turned his head, just enough to look at the other monkey from the corner of his eye.

“Sandy’s a good listener,” Macaque continued, falling back down to lay flat on his back and gaze up at the clouds. He remembered that Wukong felt better, sometimes, when you looked away when talked to. Didn’t know why, but he remembered. “Not exactly the kind of therapy he thinks I need, but he lends me his cats and he lets me talk and sometimes asks if I want advice. Sometimes I say yes, but when I say no he understands. Sometimes I just want to rant at that one little one eyed cat he has and she listened to... I think. She’s a cat so I wouldn’t know. He thinks I should see someone more experienced, an expert. Maybe he’s right, I dunno, but this helps enough for now.

“... who are you and what have you done with the Six-Eared Macaque?” Wukong asked with a soft glower, one that was clearly in jest from the tiny smile the other could see.

“Same Macaque,” the other said with a laugh, sitting back up with a theatrical flourish. “Just realized that talking to someone isn’t as dumb or useless as I made it out to be in my head. A lot of the stuff I thought about alone wasn’t exactly the best. Or healthiest. But now I can get that out there and sometimes it makes Sandy look like he ate a whole lime which probably means it’s good it’s not in my head anymore.”

“You ramble a lot,” Wukong said with a chuckle, tail swishing softly beside him before nudging against Macaque’s. He tensed before it slowly wrapped around the other’s. “It feels odd, having you try to cheer me up again after... everything.”

“Bad odd or good odd?”

“Good.”

“That’s.... good,” Macaque said, squeezing Wukong’s tail with his own. “Feels odd for me too. Like I’m out of practice too. But it’s good odd...” The two sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company before he continued. “I do think you should talk to someone. Anyone.”

“I don’t know who, though. Every time I try I just... clam up and run away. I’ve put so much on MK already,” Wukong said, tail squeezing around Macaque’s loosely in return. “And Pigsy and Sandy... After all that came out, that Sandy is Sha Wujing and Pigsy is Zhu Bajie’s reincarnation... I just... I can’t talk to them either, even though Pigsy doesn’t remember anything at all. And you... DBK... everyone... who do I go to that knows enough about me to know what they’re in for but I won’t have those memories floating around in the back of my head toward making me run away?”

“Well, you could have Sandy help you get a therapist. Prepare them in advance. Or, if you’re not ready for that, you could talk to Tang?” Macaque suggested with a shrug. “He listens to me when I’m not talking to Sandy... but that’s probably because we’re dating, that’s what it is now instead of courting, right? So he kinda has to I think? Pigsy and MK talk to him too but with me I think it’s different.”

"I don't think that's how it works," Wukong said with a half hearted chuckle as he finally raised his head all the way. "Besides, I've known Tang longer."

"By like 3 months."

"3 months more is still enough to know that if he doesn't want to listen to you he won't. The man knows how to make a speedy exit."

"Guess that's one more thing that sets him apart from his great-great-great-great-great-whatever uncle," Macaque admitted with a shrug and a chuckle of his own. He squeezed his tail around Wukong's, smile softening when he felt it being returned.

“Feels... weird though,” Wukong said with a shrug. “The two of them looking so much alike.”

“Yeah, but that’s it,” Macaque rebutted. “He’s Tang Sanzang’s great-whatever nephew 5 times removed or whatever and he looks like him. Other than that? He knows pretty much all of your history. He’s mostly out of the hero worship zone but he still respects you a lot. Aside from everything that happened with LBD and MK you two have the least history out of everyone so maybe whatever’s in your head making you clam up might not stop you. And it couldn't hurt to try. It’s not therapy, it’s just talking about something that’s bothering you. Worst that can happen is you get nervous and fumble and he takes the opportunity to ask you 40 questions about the times you were almost incinerated by a baby."

"That was one time!"

~

“Uh,” Tang started, staring out the open door with wide eyes at the being before him. “Hi. I didn’t exactly expect to you see today.”

“I didn’t exactly expect to be here today,” Wukong said awkwardly, nervous smile taking over his face as his tone became far too jovial for what he was about to ask. “Macaque sent me to... talk to you. About me?” His smile drooped bit by bit as he said these words, slowly starting to lose his determination to go through with this. “Oh second thought, maybe I should-”

"No," Tang said, reaching out to put a hand on the immortal's shoulder. It was nothing, really, not to someone as strong as he was. Not when he could brush it off and walk away. Go home. Just sit on his couch and watch Monkey King The Animated Series again and just think about how no one deserved to be saddled with his problems anymore. But Wukong didn't. "Whatever it is, we’re going to talk about this now. I know I’m not trained like Sandy is, but I know how to listen. And if you need someone to listen to you, I can. You wouldn't have come here to talk if you didn't."

“... ok...” Sun Wukong said, letting Tang wrap his arm around his back and guide him inside his shared home with Pigsy and Macaque.

It was... odd. Being inside this place for the first time. He’d been outside of the door more than once, invited in as well. But never inside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Tang said, stopping his guidance once they reached the sofa. “I’m no Sandy, but I was making myself some tea and it is a batch of his own anyway. I’ll grab us some snacks too.”

“Snacks would be great,” Wukong admitted, watching the other disappear into the house’s kitchen before he sighed and gripped his thrashing tail and muttered to himself. “What am I doing..? I shouldn’t put all this on Tang... I should have gone with Macaque’s first suggestion, I’m-”

“Do you prefer lychee or persimmon?” Tang asked suddenly, startling the immortal for the second time that day. “We’re out of peach bao, but MK’s been making them out of lots of fruits and we have so many that I was planning on eating them myself.”

The scholar returned, faster than expected, with a full tray in hand. Teapot, two tea cups, and a steamer box that presumably held the buns he was asking about.

“Uh... persimmon,” Wukong answered, and he watched as Tang poured each of them a cup of tea and removed some clearly fresh (or at least made some time earlier in the day and freshly steamed), pieces of fruit laden bao to put on a plate for his guest before taking a seat in a chair across from him. “You were... getting lunch?”

Tang shrugged, laughing as he took a bite of one of his own. “Just wanted a snack. But,” He smiled, gesturing to the Monkey King. “We’re not here to talk about snacks. What’s on your mind?”

“Awfully forward start.”

“I try to be forward with the people I consider my friends.”

“... You consider me... a friend?” Wukong asked slowly, turning the bao over in his hands. It was well made, perfect he would say. You’d think MK would have been making them all his life, not that he’d learned how to on the drone ship while on the run from an evil super demon bent on erasing his mentor from the world.

“After everything we went through, how could I not?” Tang said, putting his food down to sip his tea and then putting that down as well and looking at him seriously. “You’re here because it’s the anniversary of the day you sealed away the Demon Bull King, aren’t you?”

The bao in his hands wasn’t perfect anymore. Instead the red lychee inside dripped from his claws from where they punctured it in surprise.

“How did you-?”

“My specialty study is your history after all,” Tang said, smile returning with a sad tint. “I’ve known the date for years but I felt it was something to keep to myself. For some reason. Now with you and DBK back I think that was a good choice. It feels too personal to have out in the open for everyone to make a spectacle of.”

“Is it selfish of me to be thankful for that?” Wukong muttered, gently placing the bao on the plate to lick his claws clean.

“I don’t think so,” Tang answered.

“I feel selfish though,” he continued, not managing to take note of how Tang sat up straighter and turned more toward him. “I went to DBK’s to... I don’t know. I wanted to apologize again? But I already did and he accepted it and it feels selfish to want to again. Then I just. I froze.”

“Why?” Tang asked, scooting closer.

“It felt wrong.”

“Because you would make him feel awkward?”

“NO!” Wukong groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I just. I feel...” He took in a shaky breath, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Don’t,” Tang’s voice came soft and closer than Wukong expected, as did the hands on his own slowly pulling his claws away from his face. “Don’t hurt yourself. And don’t bottle it up. I’ll listen to you. No matter what it is. It’s not selfish, feeling things isn’t selfish.”

“I miss it,” Wukong breathed out, shaky and choppy as his throat tightened as the words started to pour out of him. “I miss him. How things used to be between us and Iron Fan. I miss that I never got to meet Red Son when he was Red Boy. I miss Beng and Ba and Ma and Liu and how things used to be. I miss Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing even though they’re here. I miss my Tang Sanzang. I’d been alone for 500 years and I missed so much and I did that to myself and it’s selfish to miss like that...”

He didn’t realize his cheeks were wet until his hands had been let go and one of Tang’s rubbed a cloth against them. Tang cupped his cheeks softly before wrapping his arms around him and tucking the Monkey King’s head into the space between his neck and shoulder.

“No... no it’s not. You’re allowed to miss things, Sun Wukong. Just like anyone else.”

Sun Wukong started to feel better.

He didn’t know why that was what did it, but the dam broke. It broke and his tears came pouring out as he hugged the man who reminded him so much of his Master. He didn’t know if anything he said in the mean time made any sense, if he was just blubbering and finally letting himself mourn what he’d lost and never had, but Tang didn’t ever chastise him. He let him weep and hold him and for the first time in years...

~

“Oh!” Princess Iron Fan startled as she opened the door to see who had knocked, finding herself face to face at sunset with one Great Sage. “You’ve returned.”

“Are you and DBK free?” Sun Wukong asked, smile no longer too wide. “I... kinda just wanna talk with you for a bit.”

“Well... I think that would be lovely.”

[matryosika]

shoot me, chapter II

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II

word count for this chapter — 5.5 k

warnings — softdom!changbin, kind of bratty reader, mild exhibition (something happens at a dressing room but it's not too much), dry humping - lap riding?, oral (m), praise kink, use of petnames, slight edging, masturbation and cum eating

note — i wrote this today because maybe this week i'll be busy with college and i was feeling a bit inspired. i'm so happy with the messages i recieved and, if you like my work, i highly encourage you to send an ask or a message! thank you so much for reading me and i hope you enjoy this chapter. it's a litte bit more smut and angsty tension than actual plot, but i was feeling this today. also, i didn't plan on having a taglist but i guess i'll do! if you are interested in me adding you, please let me know! <3

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the awkward small meeting soon became lunch. arthur convinced you and changbin to join them at a very nice restaurant that was located a few blocks away from the company and, although you refused for the sake of comfort, your father didn't accepted a "no" for an answer.

"he is like a step-son to me" arthur said, looking at changbin as if he had some sort of admiration towards him. "i've seen him become the man he is now and i'm sure no one can run the company like him"

both haeun and jang-yeop seemed flattered, but changbin didn't even smile at the compliment arthur just said. by the lack of response, his mother rushed to say something in order to move on to other topic. it was pretty obvious that changbin was acting kind of rude towards everyone today, but you guessed he was just feeling uncomfortable because of what happened yesterday.

"so, y/n" haeun interrupted "your father had planned a dinner for you yesterday but it seemed like he had to canceled it because you had plans… how was your first day back in korea?"

"oh" you muttered, trying to chew the food that was still in your mouth so you could answer her question "it was… definetly something"

as soon as you answered her question, changbin gave you a side look from his place at the dinner table. "i went out with an old friend from middle school to itaewon"

"itaewon.." jang-yeop added "there are some dangerous places there, y/n. you should be more careful going out at night, korea might be a safe place but you can find anything out there".

"yeah i-" and for a moment, a perversed idea striked your head "i actually had a very unpleaseant situation yesterday at the bar i attended to"

immediatly after you finished your sentence, changbin glanced right at you.

"what happened?" jang-yeop questioned filled with concern.

"there were some awfully rude people there" you replied, limitating the answer. you wanted changbin to have an uncomfortable time there just because he crushed your pride the night before "i'll just leave it at that"

"changbin" her mother intervened "weren't you at itaewon yesterday too?"

the poor man almost choked on his food, coughing softly to avoid attracting any attention or being too loud "i was"

this was the first time you heard his voice that day and you would be absolutely lying if you said it didn't make you feel something. the memories of him praising you last night while he was eating you out just flooded your mind, making you stare directly at him for a really long time.

he was looking at you too, but his gaze transmitted something completely different than lust or desire. he was angry, maybe at himself or at you for teasing him in front of his parents, but he looked scared too, uncomfortable.

"see, this is exactly why i planned that dinner yesterday" arthur stated "i wanted to introduce changbin to y/n so he could guard her during her stay in korea. you know jang-yeop, how men are behaving nowadays…"

"tell me about it, arthur" the old man replied.

"i trust changbin as if he is my own blood" your father continued "if i asked him to take care of my youngest daughter y/n, i'm sure he would"

"maybe he can give her a tour around the principal streets of seoul" his mother suggested with the biggest smile.

"i'd love to" you were quick to say, earning a death-stare from the man in question. "i wanted to go to this mall i saw on my way from the airport but hyejin was in a rush and we couldn't stop by"

with a satisfied look, jang-yeop laid his body down on the chair he was sitting and sighed. "well, changbin, seems like you have plans for today"

"i'm not a taxi-driver" he spitted, earning a despicable look from both of his parents.

"no, changbin" arthur was rushed to intervene "i would really appreciate if you took care of her whenever she goes out alone. you know how men are, just think of her as a younger sister"

for a moment you felt the need to throw up at his fake words, but you were enjoying the scene.

a younger sister, that's funny.

"where's that store again?" changbin asked annoyed.

this can go really good or really bad for you, changbin. it's up to you.

*

"so you are not going to even apologize?" you asked in the middle of the uncomfortable silence that was now filling changbin's sports car.

"for what, giving you the best orgasm of your life?" he mumbled with a cold tone in his voice. you could see he wasn't really in the mood for talking, but you at least expected an apology for humiliating you yesterday.

"funny how you thought of me as a gold digger when my father is practically your boss and you do exactly as he says" you chuckled.

now let's clarify something. you never really felt proud of being arthur's daughter because he wasn't even a father to you. yes, you shared his blood and last name but at the end of the day that didn't meant anything for you. nevertheless, changbin didn't knew this so you could play that "ceo's bratty daughter" card everytime you wanted, even if that obligated you to actually act like you and arthur held a loving fraternal relationship.

"if i knew you were his daughter, none of that would've happened" he replied without parting his eyes from the street, again, with the coldest voice you had ever hear in your life.

"what part, the humiliation or the orgasm?"

he gave you a threatening look and proceeded to keep is eyes on the road. you were quite unsure how to lead this situation since everything happened really fast: your arrival to korea, your first encounter with ryujin after a long time, the itaewon night and the bar incident... changbin was still a mere stranger but you had quite a feeling that this wasn't going to be the first time you spended time with him since your father made it clear: changbin was like family to him.

shit, i am his real family and never even bothered to reach out for me when i was in japan. he probably only did it this time because of ara.

"is this is?" changbin asked as he parked.

"yeah" you replied, looking at the tall building that was in front of you.

"i'll wait for you here, don't delay, i don't have your time" he snarled without removing his seatbealt.

"you are not coming?"

you had one idea in mind to fuck up his head even more, but it was only going to work if changbin accompanied you to the store.

"and what exactly am i going to do there? rate the stupid clothes you try on?" he scoffed, checking his cellphone without even looking at you.

"do whatever you want" you told him, closing the door with a loud noise and bending over the opened window of the car "but i don't think arthur would be happy about your hostility towards me"

a smile appeared on your face as you walked away, hearing another loud noise indicating that one of the car doors just closed again. good.

*

"are you done?" changbin asked irritated as he walked besides you on your tour of the mall.

"yeah i just" your attention was caught by a black short dress that was on display at the front of a store that looked -expensive-. you had some of your own money from the previous night because, thanks to ryujin's master plan, you didn't actually had to spend any... but it was probably not going to be enough.

and just when you were about to tell changbin that you were ready to go, you remembered it: hyejin lended you one of her credit cards yesterday to buy yourself a "top-of-the-class present" because she was quite unsure of your likes and dislikes.

"i'll just go to that store and i'm done"

changbin rolled his eyes and followed you through the crowd of people that were in the mall at the moment. the store was crowded with people too, mostly women and their husbands or boyfriends who were waiting for them at the couches provided.

as you entered, you were quick to approach the pile of black dresses that caught your attention in order to try one on. the price, as expected, was elevated for you but it was probably nothing for hyejin. i'll buy this, i'm sorry sis.

it was a simple, skinny black dress with the whole back exposed. you figured out that it would be nice to wear it on a bar night or something and, since you didn't have that many clothes for those kind of situations, it would be good to get yourself some.

showtime!

"so" you said, walking out of the dressing room and immediatly catching the attention of changbin who was right outside of it, sitting while talking on the phone with someone.

"i'll call you back" he mumbles, turning his cellphone off.

"how do you like it?"

"does it matter?"

"it's too expensive and i won't buy it if i don't look good in it" you laughed ironically.

"i don't think arthur would be happy with you walking around seoul wearing just that" he scoffed, implying that the dress was too sluty.

"i wasn't asking for arthur's opinion" you spitted "i was asking for yours"

he shrugged his shoulders without even giving a proper answer, returning to the only activity he had been doing since the two of you arrived to the mall: using his cellphone.

"i actually need your help to get this off" you mentioned

he swallowed nervously without even looking at you, licking his lips "ask for help to the ladies that work here"

"they are busy"

you had no idea what they were doing but you needed to get changbin into the dressing room with you. he already feels guilty and i don't have anything to lose, it's not going to harm us if we add more stuff to the the record.

"just help me so we can get this over with and leave" you snarled, waiting for him to get up of the couch and walk with you to the dressing room.

the store was full of people minding their own business and, contrary to popular belief, they sold clothes both for women and men. the dressing rooms were pretty much mixed so it was not going to look weird if they saw changbin entering to one of them. besides, they had long curtains that fell right into the floor, it was impossible to look who was inside of them.

without saying a word, changbin was ready to untie the straps of the dress while looking directly at you through the mirror.

"now this brings back some memories" you said, chuckling.

changbin strucked you down with his gaze and approached the curtains with a swift movement, trying to get out of the small space the dressing room was without even helping you to get out of the dress first.

"look at me and tell me you don't find me attractive" you commanded, looking at his reflection in the mirror before he could even get himself out of there. changbin looked at you, letting out a sigh as he bit his lower lip in frustration.

"i'm sorry for what i said yesterday" he whispered angry, almost in resignation. "if that's what you want to hear so you can drop this fucking bratty attitude then i'm fucking sorry"

to be fair, that was actually what you wanted to hear since you encountered him that morning. but now that you had him there, the urge of wanting to make him feel even more guilty and ashamed just took complete power over you.

you couldn't really explained why you wanted to do all kinds of things to make him feel bad. it was probably your hatred for men, the fraternal relationship he had with your father or the fact that you found him extremely attractive, but you wanted to make him feel miserable.

"so, do you?" you inquired, stepping closer and pushing him away from the curtains.

"stop playing" he insisted, his gaze changing drastically from one moment to another. what looked like anger three seconds ago was now transformed into desire.

"it's okay" you cooed, resting your hands on both sides of his face, tilting yours to the side as your eyes fixed on his lips. "no one will find out about this, if that's what you are worried about"

he parted his lips as his tongue danced inside his mouth, grimacing in frustration "you mean about what happened" changbin dictated.

"about what happened?" you muttered, letting out a small whimper as his bulge grew against your thighs. "or about what will continue on happening?"

one of his hands approached the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly while lifting your face. "you know your father would fucking kill me if he finds out"

a victorious smile appeared on your lips. he just gave in.

"isn't that more fun?"

before you could finish the sentence, changbin's lips attacked yours. the kiss was sloppy and needy, as if he had been wanting to do this exact thing all the evening. his hands traveled to your lower back as he pressed you against him even harder.

his sweet taste and the friction between his bulge and your thigh almost made you give in as well, but you couldn't.

you had to prove yourself that you were still in control of the situation.

just a bit more.

his lips left your mouth to pepper kisses all over your jawline and neck. the way his breathing sounded was heavenly, making you start to feel the heat forming at your core. he looked at your face every now and then, as if he enjoyed the gestures you made by trying to hold back your moans.

okay, that's enough.

"a public restroom and now a dressing room" you shighed, as your hands pushed him away of you "i knew you were desperate but i didn't know how much"

his face contorted in anger, clenching his jaw as he saw you picking up your clothes from the floor.

"don't think too highly of yourself, changbin" you mumbled, looking at him before opening the curtain "you are a man, and men are just so easy"

you walked through the whole store with the dress on and your regular clothes under your arm.

"my boyfriend is paying for this, he is right behind me." and with that being said, you left the store.

*

as you were hiding yourself in the public bathrooms of the mall, you called ryujin.

"i'm at the coex" you said "can you please pick me up, i kind of need to talk with you"

"you want to grab some a snack?" she asked, and you could almost listen how she immediatly got up from her bed to get dressed.

"yeah, but not here" you replied. before hangin up, ryujin gave you a "gotcha" and you continued on changing you back to your previous clothes. you had no bag to carry the dress, so you exited the mall grabbing it like you just stole it.

you patiently waited for ryujin to pick you up, and it was actually earlier than you anticipated.

"there's a lovely coffee shop a few blocks from here"

*

"and that's pretty much what happened" you concluded, just as you finished telling ryujin the whole bar incident and the dressing-room idea you had that evening. she looked at you surprised, as if she just had witnessed a crime.

"so you had your first orgasm ever with a stranger on a public restroom?" she asked, almost on the brink of laughing hysterically.

"i just told you that i engaged in sexual activities with the most despicable men on earth who happens to be my father's right hand and that's everything you could pick up?" you replied, sipping from your iced coffee.

"pretty much, yeah" she joked "i don't remember him"

"yeah, why would you?" you teased her "you were pratically flirting with every man on the table and almost eating the soul out of one of them"

"chan" ryujin said softly.

"oh, so you got his name?"

"not only his name but his number" she mumbled as she held her cellphone almost in a victorious manner.

"so you have been talking to him?"

"kind of" the blonde-haired replied "apparently they are going to have a gathering at his house and he invited me" she then made a long pause "wait, you should come!"

changbin was definitely going to be there. another interaction you could decline but still chose not to.

"yeah i should come"

*

as soon as you got home, you fell completely asleep. it was only 6:00 p.m., but last night you barely had a good night of sleep because ryujin kept moving around and the thought of what happened in the bar wouldn't leave you alone.

as you woke up from your nap, your phone had a couple of unread messages from both hyejin and arthur.

[6:13 p.m., hyejin]

i'm going to grab something to eat with hyuna. arthur said he was probably going to go out to eat with ara and her family so if you want to have dinner just order something with my credit card.

[7:21 p.m., arthur]

i'm going to have dinner at ara's tonight.

with her family.

changbin said he had a great time with you today and since you were going to be at home, he insisted to make you company at dinner time.

i'm glad you two are getting alone

either he was completely stupid or he definetly trusted changbin with his life because no man would ever let her daughter spend time alone with a man.

but that was not even the worse part: you knew where this whole thing was going to.

a great time? you made him pay 620,000 korean wons and humiliated him on a public dressing room. i mean, you did have a great time but you weren't quite sure he did.

before you could start overthinking the whole situation, you heard how the doorbell went off. fuck, well, if i don't open the door he won't be able to come in.

the doorbell went off again, and you just chose to ignore it.

[9:33 p.m. unknown number]

i know you are there

your father told me you were going to be at home

[9:35 p.m. unknown number]

you do know that i have the keys of the house since i spend a lot of time here working with your father here, right?

now you were starting to feel nervous. not only because you were, obviously, going to have to pay for the dress you practically stole, but because you were quite unsure if you could still have the self-control you had earlier today in case he approached you in that way.

but he probably hated you now just as much as you did.

maybe he just wants his money back.

while you were threading your thoughts, you heard how the front door of the house opened. quickly you got out of bed and ran downstairs with hyejin's card on your hand to encounter him before he could even get further into the house.

"just take the 600,000 wons" you said, extending your arm to lend him the credit card number and code.

he scoffed at you, ignoring it.

"i don't give a fuck about the money" he mumbled, approaching you as your back slammed against a cold wall.

oh, just casual rich behavior.

"now i'm the one who wants an apology for the show you did at coex" now this was what you were fearing. his lips dangerously close to you, his scent mixed with mint and cigarettes flooding all your senses.

changbin was fine. his body, even though you hadn't seen it in all his glory, was extremely well built and he knew it; the clothes he wore only accentuating more his manly figure... and here comes the part of the self-control.

"you said my father was going to kill you" you stuttered, trying to look away from his face that was merely centimeters away from yours.

"and isn't that more fun, princess?" princess, that fucking petname again. changbin was using the exact same words that left your mouth hours ago to tease you. "if you don't want this, then tell me. but do it now, because if we move forward i don't think i'll be able to stop"

you swallowed thickly. you knew exactly what he was talking about and the proposal he was making, but wasn't that a bit too rushed? besides, the hatred you felt towards him grew bigger by the minute. wasn't that a bad idea?

but then again, wasn't it a very good idea? you could prove changbin that you didn't thought too highly of yourself for nothing and you would be able to mess with your father's pride... it was just a very good offer you couldn't decline.

"i don't have all night, y/n" he grunted, still looking at you with starving eyes.

"it's you who has to think this through" you whispered, trying to keep the eye-contact with him. "i don't have anything to lose, but you on the other hand..."

"if this is done right, no one will lose anything" changbin replied, brushing his lips softly against your chin "and in exchange, i'll have you begging for me the rest of the days you spend here in korea"

that single statement made you blush, but you wouldn't let changbin acknowledge the power he held over you.

"i don't beg"

changbin gripped your hair and pushed your body down, making you fall into your knees.

"use your words, princess" he said while maintaining eye contact with you "for the last time, tell me that you truly want this and then we can move on to something more interesting"

you were unable to hold your tongue from licking your lips at the sight of his bulge. "i do" you said softly, almost inaudible, but it was good enough for changbin to take you.

his grip on your hair stopped and you were able to stand up, following him into the living room of arthur's house as he rested his whole weight in one of the couches. "come here" he ordered.

he sat down while spreading his legs and it was only then that you noticed how cozy his lap looked. unsure of what to do next, you climbed on top of him, your barely-clothed core making contact with his cock under his pants; just that fraction of contact was all it took to get a whiny moan out of you.

"what exactly where you trying to achieve at the dressing room anyways?" he inquired with a mocking tone.

"i just wanted to get back at you" you admitted, trying so hard to ignore the pressure between your thighs.

"and did you enjoyed it?"

"i did"

changbin licked his lips as he let out a soft laugh, trying to find a decent reasoning behind your behavior.

"well i'm glad you enjoyed it because it didn't work at all" he stated. "no matter how hard you tried to control yourself earlier today, you still ended up craving my touch"

his hands toured your naked thighs and stopped at the elastic of your pijama shorts.

"it doesn't matter" you hissed with strangled breath as his fingers dance around your shorts and skin "i still got what i wanted"

"and what was that?" his hands were now at your hips, holding you so thightly that could anticipate a few bruises there.

"to see you drowning in embarrassement" you admit, looking directly into him. "it was a pretty fun sight"

"i bet" he grunted, lifting ever so slightly his hips and making the pressure between your thighs increase immediatly.

a sudden moan escaped your lips, provoking changbin to smile. "do you want to count again?" he teased, talking about the bar incident.

your hands grabbed his shoulders for support as his hands started guiding your hips over his lap.

unlike you, changbin was all dressed up in his black pants and white shirt he had on earlier today. as soon as you arrived home you changed into more comfortable clothes, your pink pijamas whose fabric was extremely thin, and just now you started to regret your decision of not putting more clothes on before having this encounter with him.

"i need you to touch me" you admit after a few painfully seconds grinding against his bulge. it felt good, but you knew that it would feel even better if he decided to actually participate in your orgasm. besides, the scene of you pathetically grind against him in an attempt to chase your high was degrading.

he was right, both outcomes were pathetic. as you pondered, your head fell upwards and your core started to painfully clenched around thin air.

"then beg" he smiles, his hands still resting on the sides of your body. this bitch. "you don't want to because you are too proud, but how exactly are you going to feel after coming undone only by grinding on my lap without my help?"

"if that's what you want" he grunted at the absence of pleads, lifting his hips again "this is the only way you get to cum tonight"

your hips rushed the movements as you felt your pussy getting hotter, your juices making a mess on changbin's pants.

"who finds who attractive, hm?" he asked as the sight of your dripping core. "it's taking all of my self-control to not fuck you right here, right now"

"why don't you do it?" you ask in between broken moans, your hips moving at a steady pace.

"because you don't deserve it"

changbin was fucking you up and he was doing it just right. every word that came out of his mouth only made you angrier and wetter, drilling a hole on your mind by even considering beg for his touch.

"you don't deserve to fuck me either" you sighed, trying to hold back all the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth as your clit repeatedly stroke against him.

"i don't?" he asked, mocking pain "are you sure, princess?"

the frustration of not being able to reach your high was starting to make you feel pathetic because all you wanted was to experience the exact same feeling you got at the bar.

"changbin" you whined, grabbing yourself onto his white shirt. "if you aren't going to touch me then please just do something else"

his hands moved all the way to the straps of your pijamas and he gently pushed your top down, exposing your bare breasts.

"do you never wear underwear, princess?" he growled, attaching his lips at the skin that was faintly bruised because of last night.

"fuck, changbin" you moaned, the friction between your bodies increasing as he was closer to you.

"i know you can do it without my help princess" he said, grabbing one of your hardened buds in between his lips.

the knot was starting to form on your lower abdomen at a much slower pace than before, making you let out desperate whines. "look at how messy you are being"

his mouth licked one of your nipples as his fingers played with the other, wanting to edge you until you had no choice but to beg for his touch. "fuck, changbin. i'm close"

as soon as you told him this, you felt how his body reincorporated into his seat, making the contact between your core and his lap almost inexistent. "i changed my mind, i don't want you to cum like this"

with teary eyes you looked at him. was he really going to edge you this bad? was it because you didn't beg? fuck, all you wanted was to cum and he wouldn't even let you do that peacefully.

"don't you think it's my turn?" he smirked while unbottoning his pants. oh, right, his turn.

you clearly had not much experience in that department but you wouldn't let him find that out. back in japan you were not really an enthusiast of oral sex, but you would often hear stories from your classmates talking about experiences and tips.

before you could keep recalling all the stories you heard, changbin's hands stroke your hair making you look directly at him.

he was... making you quite confused about whether if you were going to be able to take it or not. "come on princess" he encouraged as the tip of his cocked brushed your lips slightly.

getting rid of any hesitation you were quick to drag your tongue all over his lenght, earning a sigh out of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't turned you on, because it did (more than you ever wanted to admit). slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth making you gag over it. "good fucking girl" he whispered as he starred into your teary eyes.

changbin had one arm over his head while the other guided you to take his cock. his eyes never left yours, only ocasionally as his head fell upwards when the pleasure was too overwhelming for him. his chest was moving everytime at a faster pace, and the sounds that left his mouth were getting more frecuent. "fuck, y/n"

you were learning how to take him inside your mouth to the point that it felt too good having him there. "y/n"

"mhm?" you mumbled around his cock, making waves of pleasure travel all over changbin's body.

"touch yourself for me as you take my cock" he ordered.

you had tried several times to reach your orgasm just by masturbating and it did felt good, but for the longest time you thought that if that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like, it wasn't so much of a big deal. that was until yesterday, when you truly felt a real one. but you assumed that by the previous stimulation, it was going to be way easier to come undone this time, even if it wasn't as powerful as the one changbin made you feel.

you started to rub your clit in circles as changbin fucked your mouth slowly without parting your gaze from his eyes. his eyes that intimidated the shit out of you and that were the main reason of why you wanted to submit immediatly for him.

"that's my good girl" changbin's grip on your hair was getting tighter and his breathing was getting heavier than before. "does it feel good baby?" he asked, watching how your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head by the pleasure provided by your own touch and his cock inside your mouth.

"fuck" he cursed under his breath "i'm close"

with eager eyes you started to take him in even more, determined to making him finish just as you chased your own high. your fingers moved around your clit at a soft but hard pace, making that now familiar knot appear at your abdomen. "y/n"

you knew you were a couple of seconds away from your own high as changbin's hands pushed your head all the way over his cock, releasing himself into your mouth. "good fucking girl" he praised with raspy voice and quick breath.

and with the feeling of his hot cum down your throat and your drool all over him, your juices dripped onto your fingers. moaning against his cock, changbin's body trembled at the overstimulation and he quickly pulled himself out of you.

"open your mouth" he ordered while you were still coming down from your high. you did as he commanded, with the remains of his release still in your tongue. "swallow"

and so you did, tasting him.

"my pretty doll" he grunted "did you make yourself cum while your mouth was taking my cock?"

you nodded with tears streaming down your cheeks, messy hair , drool dripping onto your bare chest and your pijama shorts soaked in your own juices. that sight alone was everything for him, increasing his desires of completely ruin you in his bed... or yours... or any place.

a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss, tasting himself on you.

"i fucking hate you" you whined against him, feeling how your nipples grazed with his chest. "god i fucking hate you"

and even though you did, you knew that this was only getting started both of you.

[nadisabug]

Plus One

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3.1 k

Summary: You would do anything for Tooru, but is he asking too much when he asks you to be his plus one to his sister’s wedding?

A/N: Thank you to my lovely betas @luvnami and @snoozless !!!!! This is for the HQ Hangout Net’s Spring Formal Event! Everyone check out the other amazing works everyone else did @hqhangout​ !!!

This was too much.

You felt like imploding. 

The pressure in your head was just too much to bear; tears welled at your eyes and a solid lump was forming in your throat. This was just too much. 

However, you kept up your facade. You were still smiling, eyes dry, looking up at Tooru. 

And he was smiling down at you. 

“Well?” He asked again.

There were a lot of things you could do. You were talented, not that you recognized it yourself. But you were strong, you could do anything you set your mind to. You could say ‘no’ and stand up for yourself. You have done it before. 

Like when that chump from your class asked you for your homework. Or like when he then asked you out on a date. Or like when he had asked to put his name on a project that he had done now work for. 

You could say no. 

You should say no. 

So why didn’t you?

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“Hajime, I am going to die,” you groaned into the phone. Tooru had just dropped you off at your house.  You called your best friend as soon as you could, still reeling from the life-changing conversation.

“Well, I mean, what did you say?” His voice was level and calm like always, even though you were in hysterics.

“I don’t have a dress,” you sighed. 

“Y/n, that’s basically a yes.” 

“I am aware!” 

“What did he say?”

You fell silent. 

“Y/n, what did he say?”

You mumbled your response, pressing your mouth to the end of the phone. 

“Well I for one can’t fix that. You’re screwed,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Don’t say that Hajime! You’re supposed to make me feel better!” 

“He wants to go dress shopping with you, on top of being his date to his sister’s wedding, you’re doomed. I'm sorry that’s just how it is.” 

“Hajime!” 

“What, what am I supposed to say? I want to be optimistic but this is kinda the worst it can get. Especially since you’ve been in love with him sin-”

“I am not in love with him!”

Hajime didn’t respond. You sighed. 

“Fine I am, but how does saying it help anything?” 

“I’m just trying to get a better sense of your situation.”

“Oh really? It sounds like you’re trying to rub it in.”

“You know I would never,” Hajime sighed. 

“Yeah, you’re a good friend,” you paused. “A really good friend, the best friend. How long have we been friends? Quite some time right, I was thinking-”

“I am not coming with you and that is final.”

“Please, Hajime, I’m begging you.”

“Well beg someone else, Y/n, because I am not third wheeling.”

“Hajime, it won’t be third wheeling!”

“Yes it will, it’s a no and that’s final!” He paused for a moment. “Sorry, Y/n, but I just can’t. It’s already too much having to play therapist to you both talking about each other.”

“Oh shove off,” you rolled your eyes. “He does not like me.”

“Whatever,” Hajime sighed. 

“He does not. If he did, why wouldn’t he just ask me to be his date like a normal person?”

“Really? This is Shittykawa we’re talking about.”

“Okay true, but still. He had plenty of chances to date me back in high school and he never did.”

“You never made a move either,” Hajime noted. 

You didn’t respond to that. 

“How long has it been since you last saw him?”

You had to think about that for a minute. It had been years since you graduated high school, back when you saw him on a daily basis. You guys still talked all the time, but you really didn’t see him that often. 

“The night that he came to my house to tell me goodbye. The night before he left.”

Hajime hummed. He knew all about that night, you had called him as soon as you had gone back inside. It felt like he had something else to say, but instead he changed the subject.

“When are you guys going?”

“About that…”

“Oh no…”

“He’s waiting outside for me right now.”

“Right now? What are you doing talking to me then?”

“I said I had to do a few things then I’d be out. It’s fine.”

“Well you better get going. We’ve been talking for a while.”

“Please come with me?”

“Ahaha, no. Bye.”

“Wait don’t hang-”

You were greeted by the click of the receiver. Great. You tossed your phone beside you and sighed. You were sprawled out on your bed, in the same position as you were when you first threw yourself onto it. 

You laid there for a second, cursing your luck. Well, it wasn’t really your luck, you were the one who said yes anyways. You felt tears beginning to form in your eyes, but you shook them away. You got up and changed out of your work uniform and into better clothes for dress shopping. 

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“I am not wearing that,” you spat angrily. 

“Aww, why not,” Tooru purred, sliding up to you while holding the offending dress out in front of him. 

“Because I like my privates to be private, thank you very much,” you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. 

The piece was a strapless, v-neck dress with a slit up the side. It also had holes in the sides, like those vintage swimsuits you saw in old magazines. It was a pretty color, but you knew you could not wear that in front of Tooru. 

“Okay, fine.” Tooru put the dress away. You knew he only plucked it out to tease you; he didn’t actually think you were going to wear it. 

“Why do you need a date again?” You asked while perusing the dresses. 

“Because,” he sighed. “I begged my sister to allow me a plus one and she finally granted my wish so I can’t show up alone.”

“But she knows me. She won’t believe that we’re dating,” you sighed. 

“Well…”

“What?” You whirled on Tooru. 

“I already told her that I asked you out… and you said yes.”

Your jaw dropped. What were you supposed to say? Tooru had that look on his face, the one where he knew he had done something wrong but was trying to weasel out of it. It never worked on Hajime, but on you… you could never resist his honeyed eyes. 

“What did she say?”

“Finally.”

You laughed, genuinely. As if anyone would think that you two would get together. Tooru was just… out of your reach. 

“What? Is it that ridiculous that we could be dating? I’m hurt,” Tooru pouted. 

“Yes it is, as if you would ever date me,” you answered honestly, knowing in your heart he could never love you.

“And why is that?” He asked. You missed the look in his eyes as you pulled out another dress. 

“Because,” you shrugged. “You only see me as a friend, a little sister if I may be so bold. Now what about this dress?”

“But what if I didn’t,” Tooru smirked and leaned on the dress rack. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Then I’d eat this dress. Simple. Now come on, what about this one?”

“Let’s try it on.” He smiled. “Then we’ll see.”

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“I’m gonna throw up,” you groaned. Tooru just rolled his eyes at you. 

“No you’re not, you’ve seen my family a thousand times, this is no different.”

“Yes it is!” You hissed. “Back then I was a little sister, now I’m a fake girlfriend.”

“Well, they don’t know about the fake part, so can you keep quiet about that?”

“Whatever,” you sighed. You watched as he knocked on the familiar door, an unfamiliar sensation in your gut. 

You heard clamoring behind the door and suddenly you were swept up in Mrs. Oikawa’s arms. 

“Aw, Y/n, I am so, so, so happy you are here, and especially why!” She pulled back and you saw tears glistening in her eyes. “I always knew you and ‘ru would get together, I am just sad it took this long!” 

A sharp pain ripped through you. “Yeah, of course.” You forced a smile. 

“And ‘ru, how dare you take so long to confess!” She whirled on Tooru and hit him lightly on the shoulder. 

“Ah, sorry Mom.” He shrugged it off, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand. “I guess I am just slow to the uptake.”

“Yes.” Mrs. Oikawa nodded solemnly. “It was obvious you both liked each other way back in high school.”

“It was?” You stammered. 

“Yes, of course, the way you guys used to look at each other.” She smirked. “And still do.”

“Yeah,” Tooru said softly when you did not say anything. 

“Now let's get you two inside, we have a lot to do!” 

You were then rushed inside and whirled around as preparations fell into place. The rehearsal dinner flew by quickly. You didn’t have many responsibilities as a guest, so you spent your time talking to members of Tooru’s family. Which was… awkward, to say the least. You already knew all of them (you found out that this was supposed to be a very small family event) so it was awkward reintroducing yourself as Tooru’s girlfriend. It was harder because technically you weren’t supposed to be here. 

You found Tooru in a gap in his busy schedule and pulled him to the side. 

“Why didn’t you tell me this is a family affair?” You seethed. 

Tooru smiled shyly. “That’s why it was such a big deal that Sis allowed me a plus one, that’s why I just had to take you.”

“I hate you,” you spat angrily, but Tooru just smiled. “Do you know how many people asked me if we were engaged?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

“Now is that anyway to talk to your fiance?”

Your jaw dropped. “You didn’t.”

“Just kidding, love. Don’t worry, we’re not engaged yet.”

“I hope your family gives you so much shit when we ‘break up.’”

Tooru frowned. “About that I-”

“Tooru? Where the actual fuck are you?” Tooru’s sister nearly screamed. 

“You better go,” you sighed. 

“Yeah.” Tooru frowned. 

He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it when his sister screamed for him again.

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The wedding was beautiful. It was a small affair at a local meadow, with blooming wild flowers surrounding the guests. It was ethereal, overflowing with the spirit of spring. You sat alone next to family, as Tooru was a part of the wedding procession. After the ceremony, the reception took place at a nearby banquet hall. You were shuttled off into a separate car from  Tooru, but you didn’t mind. You had made friends with one of his cousins and you had been talking with him to pass the time. 

“So when did you and Tooru meet?”

“Back in high school,” you responded easily, recalling the memory fondly. “He came up to me randomly in class and demanded that I be the volleyball club’s manager. I had said no, of course, until his friend had asked me a bit nicer.” 

“Sounds just like him,” he scoffed. “Only concerned with himself.”

“Yeah,” you agreed absentmindedly. 

“So what made you date him? I mean, no offense, he’s my cousin and all, but why do you even like him?”

You paused for this question. What did you like about Tooru?

“I… well… everything. I didn’t like him at first, I actually hated him. He was so arrogant and cocky and rude, but after a while I realized that there was so much more to him.  He’s dedicated and strong. Tooru puts on this facade for other people so that he can be strong for them, too. He understands people and helps his teammates, he treats them like family. He’s so receptive and intuitive, you really can’t hide anything from him. He’s just… so perfect, yet so layered. He is so raw and human and I love that about him. I love that side of him, the one no one ever sees. So I guess I just love everything about him.”

“Wow,” he laughed. “Wasn't expecting that.”

“Sorry.” You shrunk in on yourself.

“No it’s fine, I was just gonna say I’ll shoot my shot if it doesn’t work out with him, but it turns out you really like him.”

“Oh,” was the only thing you could say.

“Can I have a pity dance?” He extended his arm towards you. 

You smiled. “Sure.” 

He led you out onto the dance floor and swept you up into his arms. You followed his lead, not really sure how to dance, but he assured you that you could just follow him. 

“You know, you look amazing in that dress.”

“Ah, thank you,” you smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Thank you, I can clean-”

A person behind you cleared their throat. You turned to see Tooru. If you were anyone else, you would have thought he looked pleasant, with the soft smile on his face. But you weren’t just anyone else. So you knew that there was a rage in Tooru’s eyes. 

“May I speak to Y/n?”

“Actually, we’re in the middle of a dance so-”

“That wasn’t a question,” Tooru smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his head. 

“Tooru,” you hissed. “Just let us finish the-”

Instead Tooru grabbed your arm and tugged you away from his cousin. The cousin scoffed and threw his arms up. 

“Calm the fuck down, Tooru. She’s all yours.”

The cousin walked off, and right after you whipped around to face Tooru. 

“What the actual fuck is your problem?” 

Tooru looked around him and then grabbed your arm again. “Let’s talk somewhere else,” he urged. You looked around to see a commotion beginning, with you guys at the center. You bottled your rage for a moment and allowed him to lead you outside. 

Once you were out of earshot of the guests, you let loose. 

“Oikawa Tooru, you explain yourself right now, because that just now was not okay.”

“He was hitting on you, I heard him,” Tooru responded, his face set into a scowl. 

“So? And if he was? What right have you to step in?”

“I-”

“No,” you cut him off. “You have no right. I’m not even your girlfriend!”

Something flashed in Tooru’s eyes, but you were too angry to analyze it. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Tooru hung his head. 

“You should be. You’re just so obsessed with your image that you don’t want a guy to hit on your supposed girl.”

“That’s not it,” Tooru bit out, looking up to meet your gaze. 

“Oh? Then what? Do you have such little faith in me that you think I would leave you for your cousin at your sister’s wedding?”

“No.”

“Then what? Then what Tooru? What in the world could drive you to do something so fucking stupid-”

“I was jealous, alright!” When you didn’t respond to him he took a deep breath. “I was jealous,” he said again, except much calmer.

“Why?” You breathed softly. The air was tight between you two, and you felt like if another person yelled it might shatter.

Tooru slumped. “Don’t make me say it.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No you don’t.”

“Yes, I-”

“No, Tooru, you don’t. You are just hurt over your girlfriend and you're reaching out for something, anything, and I will not be it so don’t you dare say it.” You felt tears welling up at your eyes but you willed them down. 

“Y/n, I’m not. I actually-”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned again.

Tooru sighed. “Y/n, do you know why she broke up with me?”

You didn’t respond. 

“Y/n… she broke up with me because she realized that I was in love with you.” 

You blinked once. Twice. You took a deep breath and tried to process what he just said to you. 

“How…” It was the only thing you could mutter, you were too taken aback. 

“I was just talking about you and she asked me. She asked me if I loved you. I couldn’t lie to her any longer.” 

Your heart raced in your chest and you looked into eyes, searching for any dishonesty. The sheer earnestness in his gaze made you swallow thickly around the lump in your throat.

“How long?”

Tooru sighed and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. “Dunno. Been a while though.��

It fell silent. 

“So what do we do now?” You asked. 

“Well, will you give me a chance?”

“Pull that shit with your cousin again and it is a no.”

“Okay, okay, I said I was sorry I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you and you technically weren’t mine yet and I-”

You reached up and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, years of pent emotion behind it. Once Tooru reciprocated, it just felt like he was smashing his face into yours, desperate to be closer. You pulled away, Tooru chasing you with his lips. 

“Calm down, I’m not going anywhere,” you smiled at him, cupping his face. 

“I know I just-” Tooru stopped mid sentence, but he really didn’t need to say more. You understood. 

“Tooru, where the- oh.” 

You tried to look behind you to see who it was, but Tooru was holding you too tightly. The best you could do was crane your neck to catch a glimpse of white. Tooru’s sister.

“About time, bro,” she laughed. 

You looked up at Tooru. He had a sheepish smile on his face. The gears in your mind suddenly slotted together. 

“She knew it was fake? But… then… why…”

Tooru didn’t answer, instead his face grew red and he averted his eyes. 

“He wanted to take you the whole time, sweetheart. He’s just emotionally constipated so he can’t ask like a normal person.”

“I am not!” Tooru cried indignantly. 

“Whatever, I need you back in there so you got five minutes with your new girlfriend before I drag you back in there. Got it?”

Tooru nodded. You heard the door close behind her and looked back up at Tooru. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” you sighed, shaking your head. 

“I really am.” Tooru smiled brilliantly. 

Then he leaned down and stole your lips in another kiss.

Taglist: {OPEN}

@tanakas-hugs-and-kisses , @snoozless 

[x-infernhoes-x]

Evermore- Maliksi x Reader

Title: Evermore

Genre: : )

Warnings:  Not much but I’ll leave it to you guys lmao. Implied Relationship as well so ye.

Word Count: 1, 690 k +

Description: I don’t know WHY I get ideas for fanfics at ungodly hours of the night like I’m supposed to be on a break here since my neck still hurts from writing that 2k pound of word vomit that is known to be one of my greatest smut piece that eventually earned me the title as ‘The Emissary for Zaddy Cannibal’ WHEEZE and I started writing this at 1:57 am so let’s hope I’d finish this before 4 am. I’m basing some stuff I know about Maliksi from the comics and perhaps the anime as well. I also suggest listening to Evermore from the live-action version of Beauty and the Beast after reading!

PS. I didn’t finish this last night because I got sleepy at 3 am. There’s an AO3 version of this that’s direct to the point if you want something shorter than this one which can be found here! Oh and my grandma suggested that I set the font size to 12 instead of 11! and as always, I finished this at 3:29 am GGWP talaga.

Anyways, enjoy! _______________________________________

If people asked about how the Prince of Tikbalangs was like as a person, most of them would describe him as rowdy, haughty, stubborn at times may even be perceived as a pervert due to his distaste of not wearing any underwear underneath his jeans. Some thought of him as the classical, spoiled rich kid who cared for no one but himself but in reality, he was so much more than what people would perceive him to be. Being a Prince was something, sure he got everything that he wanted regardless of what it was, he would always find a way for it but sometimes it led him to live a rather lonely life that felt like he was nothing more but a slave to live through this illusion of being the perfect prince.

If they took the time to peek through the curtains of his façade, they would see that he just wanted someone to understand and see him for who he is but this also proved to be contradictory for the poor fellow given the fact that every time someone would show him just the right amount of honesty and kindness, he would find out that most of these people were only after him for things such as taming him to become their loyal servant, for his money or even for the sake of his looks. He thought that this curse of his would stay with him for the rest of his Engkanto life but somehow that all seemed to change his rather pessimistic view on life when he had come across someone who would turn his whole life in a different direction.

Maliksi had met (Y/N) (L/N) on one of his father’s many extravagant events where he was forced to sit through it. Of course, while his father was busy chatting away, the prince took this as an opportunity to sneak away which eventually led him towards an unsuspecting person who would change his life forever.

At first, the two of them were like total opposites, always clashing and arguing about something to the point that his father, Senior Armanaz had to interfere with their constant bickering but time seemed to wear both Maliksi and (Y/N)’s dissatisfaction for each other’s presence and instead began to tolerate the other, which eventually led into something more than just friendship among the two.

Maliksi and (Y/N) were completely inseparable, almost attached to the hip to the point that the Prince was rarely seen without them. He would take (Y/N) on trips across the country, sometimes he would take them out on long drives after his races and almost everything in between. People have reported that the two seemed even more in sync especially in battle, covering each other’s backs while bantering about which car model was the best or where they would eat after this whole ordeal like the two of them were playing a mere game of Patintero or even playing a good round of Pogs to see who got the most hits on their opponents and who seemed to be stronger.

But there were precious moments where Maliksi would take them on trips across the country just to escape from the hectic and bustling streets of the city and gave them the taste of what it means to be free and live life in color. He would watch his partner’s joyful and almost curious gaze with a feeling of warmth and care in his chest that would make him smile along with them, the two of them would participate in various festivals such as Flores de Mayo and its ritual pageant, Santa Cruzan, The Masskara Festival in Bacolod down to his personal favorite which happened to be the Moriones Festival that takes place in Marinduque. But out of those trips, the one that he treasures the most was the time Maliksi and his parents had flown out to their home province, Bukidnon to celebrate the Kaamulan Festival where his partner met the rest of the family, of course, this was also the time where he had proposed to (Y/N) after their 3 years of dating, he was glad that they had accepted his proposal.

Who knew things would eventually change from thereon. With the underworld restless and agitated from all the events that have transpired, it seemed to put a strain between Maliksi and his fiancé. To make matters worse between the two, Maliksi began to do races that would conclude in fatal car accidents for both parties. This would result in (Y/N) and Maliksi arguing non-stop every time they meet however these fights never resulted in something physical but it would leave them in tears or the other walking away with a slam of the door. This cycle seemed to break the moment a certain Babaylan-Mangdirigma had beat him at his own game and managed to snap some sense into him as well the moment his beloved ran at him at full force, scolding him right in front of Alexandra Trese before the two left to settle their problems in private.

“Magpakasal na tayo.” Maliksi told (Y/N) the morning after the two of them had reconciled. Of course, this made his fiance cough up their drink, eyes wide and still hacking their lungs out while Maliksi made his way over to them, patting their back gently to ease their pain. Once things were clear, (Y/N) could only look at him, disbelief and surprise evident on their face before they spoke, “Seryoso ka ba?! Paano yung simbahan, yung venue-“ Holding their hands in his own, Maliksi could only give his soon-to-be spouse a grin, placing a chaste kiss upon the back of their hands. “Wag ka nang magalala, babe. I’ve got it covered.” And just like he had said, Maliksi did have it covered, the venue, the church, and everything in between. It was a quick but simple ceremony that had his parents and (Y/N)’s parents present and nobody outside of the clan knew about this union between them. Time seemed to move quickly after that but the two newlyweds felt like it was an eternity for them both.

In a short amount of time the fantasy of church bells and dreaming faded into war cries and chants of ‘Sic Itur Ad Astra’  quickly and we see Maliksi and his spouse come face to face with the greatest foe they’ve ever come across, the war-god of Bukidnon, Talagbusao. With the rest of their forces subdued by the War God and Maliksi trying to recover from the hit he had taken from Talagbusao, the Tikbalang prince seemed to take notice that his spouse was nowhere in sight and panic seemed to take a hold on him like a choke-hold. Standing up, he began to look for them, ruby-red eyes rapidly scanning the area, furiously looking for his beloved, silently praying to Bathala that they were okay or let alone still be alive.

His prayers seemed to be answered when he saw them, still kicking and fighting and running to where Talagbusao was and he immediately knew something was wrong. “(Y/N)!! ANONG GINAGAWA MO!?” Maliksi yelled out through the sound of roaring bullets, trying his best to reach over to where their lover was.  “Alexandra, ngayon na!” Maliksi heard (Y/N)’s commanding voice ring out as she caught the Babylan-Mandirigma’s knife, Sinag throwing it to her while they subdued Talagbusao to the best of their abilities, eyes locked with their husband as they mouthed at him, ‘Patawarin mo ako, Maliksi.’ And as quick as a flash, Alexandra, Talagbusao, and (Y/N) disappeared into the Dragon’s Gate. Maliksi was left to watch his spouse in paralyzed horror and shock disappear right before his eyes, chest clenching in panic as the impact of the closing portal sent everyone nearby it flying backward.

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A month has then passed after that event and we see Maliksi within the Trese household as he would always do, always waiting, hoping, and praying that his (Y/N) would return to him safe and unharmed. This day was different than the other days he would spend at the household because this day was the day that Alexandra Trese had returned as announced by a pale-looking and wide-eyed Hank. The tikbalang prince was the first to head where Alexandra---who was now swarmed by her older brothers and the kambal, his eyes still searching for his spouse, his expression of hope immediately diminished as he spoke, his voice slowly trembling with each step he took, “Nasaan si (Y/N), Alexandra?”  at the mention of his spouse’s name, Alexandra then refused to meet his eyes as the rest of the Trese siblings along with the Kambal clearing a path for him, all watching him with disconsolate looks and glistening eyes as Alexandra held onto Sinag as tightly as she could, trying her best to find the right words to say to him.

“Wala na si, (Y/N), Maliksi. She’s gone.”

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“There is a story, of a man who had lost his beloved in a war, some say he still waits for their return, others say that the day his beloved had disappeared, he had soon followed.” 

“They say that this man could be found standing by the tall windows of Tower A [1] located in Ayala Avenue. Urban myths suggest that this man is a ghost bound to the building, others say that he’s the reason why that Tower still exists.” Now in his prime, Maliksi sat in the place where his father used to sit. It had been years since he had taken over the clan and years since his beloved, (Y/N) was taken away from him at such an early age. Beside him was an empty throne reserved for them once they return. No matter how many years it would take him, Maliksi Armanaz, former prince and now leader of the Armanaz clan, would still wait for his beloved, (Y/N) to return to him until the end of his days. He would wait for them for evermore.