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shveris · 2 years ago

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malibu

mysta was scared of the ocean but he was glad shu brought him to the beach.

tags: bubble tea shop au, strangers to lovers, my writing style drifts into the poetry area some times good luck deciphering that

chapter two: i

the way he jumped at the soft vibrations of his phone made mysta groan internally. since when was he so desperate?

shu: it was okay, today was busier than usual :(

mysta: damn prolly cuz of the fair

shu: ahh yea u might be right mr detective

mysta: 🕵🏻 !!

the brunette put his phone away to bury his face in his pillow. exchanging number with shu was the bravest thing he has done since asking that one girl in kindergarten for the black crayon, just to get scolded for making her cry. at least shu didn’t seem to mind texting him every now and then, even replying during his shifts and sending him pictures of drinks he made for himself.

it may have only been a week but mysta felt like shu has always been a part of his life; a constant, flowing with each other like waves (rocking back and forth in a steady and unchanging rhythm) and he felt so incredibly ridiculous for thinking about that innocent angel in that way. he didn’t even swear or curse, he’d notice, and it made his chest arch in a way he can’t seem to explain to himself even.

every word shu exchanged with him gave him a certain sense of nostalgia and comfort, his voice wrapping around him like a warm blanket during london’s grey winter and mysta felt like the world would finally be at peace with shu existing next to him.

his phone vibrated, startling him once again.

shu: wanna go to the fair tmrw? c:

mysta could hear the rushing of his own blood in his ears, forgetting to breathe for a second while hovering his thumbs above his keyboard. he was sure the train of thoughts he followed a split second ago, had just vanished into thin air, along side any other coherent words of the english language inside his brain.

mysta: yea!

mysta: dont u have work tho?

shu: o yea u can pick me up at 8:40

mysta: sounds goodd

everything inside his mind was racing; racing against the suddenly rapid beating of his heart; the realization of spending an evening with shu trying to kick in. does this count as a date?, he asked himself, trying to calm down.

he sat up in his bed, combing a hand through his ash brown hair. mysta felt like he was sinking into the pit of his darkest thoughts, low self-esteem nagging at every inch of his skin — sickness was setting at the pit of his stomach, adrenaline making him dizzy.

mysta knew he had to keep himself grounded, but not at the bottom of the ocean. long nails with chipped black paint leaving red lines on the skin of his throat and the soft burn of it reminded him of diving down too deep, the lack of air making him lightheaded in a way he’d never enjoy.

when mysta left the house the next evening, nina was nowhere to be seen (not that he would care because he didn’t) and the summer sun was still out and very much too bright for him — at least malibu was giving him good reasons to wear his sunglasses again because the uk surely didn’t — but he could handle it now.

the shop still had all its lights on, though the sign at the door said “closed” and shu, on the inside, was wiping down the tables while one of his co-workers stood at the sink. mysta wasn’t sure if he was allowed to enter so he softly knocked on the glass of the door. shu shot him a happy smile and a thumbs up before he turned around, speaking to his colleague.

two minutes passed before the ravenette came out of the store, a small bag strapped around his chest. they awkwardly looked at each other before mysta remembered “this might be a bloody date” and offered shu open arms, a shy invitation for a hug, and how could shu ever say no to a blushing mysta.

“how was your shift?”, the ashen asked after they parted, feeling awfully stiff — mysta will probably never get used to physical touch as he grew up without it, and strange things scared him, but the bad attempt at small talk could’ve also been a reason for the sudden amount of stress. to his relief, shu answered with a genuine smile and words, and it felt like a dream come true, that’s how deep mysta had his head in the ocean.

the walk to the fair was short, filled with a light breeze, warm words, lucid laughter. the bright and colored lights of the venue made shu look like a painting mysta could stare at for hours and he’d never get tired of it.

seagulls around were patiently waiting for opportunities to strike for food, screaming children and loud voices went blurry in a hunch the closer they got.

mysta would be lying if he’d say he liked those kinds of events — with a lot of people, colors, sounds, smells —, most of the time he avoided them for the sake of not getting sensory overloaded. but tonight, he could feel it, would be different. tonight he had shu with him, shu who took away all his attention, even on the ferris wheel when they could look over all of malibu; all the way to point dume while catching the silhouettes of the santa monica mountains, with the channel islands and santa barbara to the other side.

the various food stalls did a great job at making mysta a poor man, which was also partly his fault since he insisted on paying for everything (much to shu’s disagreeing (cute) pout). they had also found a takoyaki stand and after tasting their food, the ravenette had told mysta he could make better ones at home, which he took for a future invitation and, perhaps, a second date.

the sky above was dark and clear, mysta had asked to put his sunglasses into shu’s bag and he could only see a few stars above them, the lights of the city cancelling out magic he liked to watch when in the uk; the part of london he lived in was small and not as lively as malibu. over the years the brunette taught himself to love the loneliness those suns, constellations and galaxies would grace him with. the sky felt wide and open, he could see danger approaching, he could prepare himself to get lost — the ocean on the other hand was blurry, filled with pressure and everything humanity didn’t dare touch.

“frick.” the ravenette looked over his shoulder, someone had run into him and didn’t even apologize. mysta didn’t like how packed it was but chaos was a natural occurrence when it came to darkness, he should know and shu knew it better.

“c’mere”, mysta shuffled as close as he could to shu and grabbed his hand, he was so scared of losing shu in the crowd — it would mean getting a panic attack in the middle of a dozen people, strangers, people he didn’t know- oh god, why were there so many people? air, where was all the air all of the sudden? why did he even say yes to this? this was an awful idea, he should leave, immediately-

“let’s go over here”, shu swiftly intertwined their fingers, dragging the ashen through the stream of chatter to a more open area with activity booths and arcade machines. his brows were furrowed when he looked at mysta’s face in the dim light the lanterns and decorations offered: “deep breaths, deep breaths.” shu’s free hand made up and down movements with every breath he took, hoping the visualization would help mysta. people passing them looked at shu with judging gazes, and usually he would go hide somewhere the sun would never reach, but mysta’s panicked expression felt like a hit to the stomach.

“okay, okay”, the ashen whispered after he felt more stable again, “okay, i’m okay.”

“you are, you’re doing well. i’m here, i gotchu.” shu looked at him with so much innocent determination, it washed away the strain on mysta’s lungs. his sunset eyes stared into shu’s before he was starting to take in his surroundings again.

“let’s relax a bit”, the ravenette grinned, relieved, before giving mysta’s hand a gently squeeze — and both of them didn’t want to let go of each other — before dragging him to a stand that seemed to be advertising goldfish catching.

they watched each other play their rounds, giddy laughter whenever the little fish managed to jump or wiggle off the flimsy scoop net and in the end neither of them managed to get a good catch (or any catch, really).

mysta wasn’t quite surprised when he found out shu was above averagely skilled at crane games although he still couldn’t stop himself from staring at the ravenette in awe. mysta was holding onto their sixth pokémon plush toy and he could already feel all the kids around them staring in envy.

“another one, let’s gooo, babyyy”, shu presented a snorlax to the brunette and maybe it was the way his eyebrows rose or how he hold it up to him, but mysta couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small laugh.

“come on”, shu grinned and helped the other one with carrying the different plushies. mysta looked at him, puzzled: “where to?”

“the kids will eat you up alive if we won’t share some of our prizes”, the ravenette giggled and mysta swore someone just stabbed him with amor’s arrow, right through his chest, into his fast beating heart.

it didn’t even take them five minutes to hand out all the toys and when it came down to the last one, shu insisted in keeping it. mysta didn’t mind, he won it himself and he personally had no need for more plushies as his bed at home in the uk was already overflowing with those.

“so vulpix is your favorite pokémon?”, mysta grinned but instead of answering, shu’s face flushed bright red, which mysta didn’t even notice due to all the different colored lights painting the scene like they were in a dreamy movie.

“y- yeah!” mysta had to stifle a giggle, shu was an awful liar.

after about two hours shu could feel exhaustion settle in his bones, he bet he could stay longer if it weren’t for his shift. walking and standing around started to hurt his feet and his legs felt heavy to a point where they had to sit down on one of the benches for some rest.

“i’ll bring you home once you feel be’er again”, the ashen said and the tone in his voice was unfamiliar to shu, though he didn’t dislike it. he’s never heard such a determent mysta so he welcomed the change of air, feeling glad to be seen as trusted enough to see an unfiltered version of his new friend.

“sure”, shu smiled, tired but still welcoming, “we can walk along the beach, i live nearby.” mysta got up, dusted off his pants, and offered his hand to the other. shu grabbed it without hesitation and thanked him after getting pulled up. their fingers intertwined automatically and the both of them enjoyed the subtly touch of warmth, the secure feeling it gave them. they were each others life boats, softly seesawing on a never ending navy fabric between the stars mysta never got to reach and the salty water shu had seen one too many times in his life.

once they walked off the fair, the loud chatter got drowned in beach sounds. they had to cross a small plastered part with vehicles parking left and right, trailers attached to most of them. mysta was almost fascinated with the bizarre sight until a group of four men stopped them in their path.

mysta may have grown up in a secluded area of london, but distance had never stopped gangs. this wasn’t the first time he’s encountered gang members and it will never be his last — simply because he did not possess something even close to luck — so his first instinct was stepping in front of shu. there was no way he’ll let them harm the obsidian haired and if this would be some of those crazy cliché manga he read in his spare time, he’d stab out their eyes because “how dare they lay their eyes on an angelic being like shu yamino”.

“you’re kosaka’s kid, right?”, one of them asked and mysta got upset at the darkness he usually loved to bathe in because right now, he couldn’t see shit, only the silhouettes of four strongly build men with shoulders wider than his fridge.

“kosaka’s what?”, the ashen asked in confusion, dragging shu behind him even closer to his back (and to be really honest with himself: the weird angle his arm was at began to hurt him), trying to shield him away.

“don’t play stupid, boy, we saw you with her multiple times. even the color of your hair is similar.” oh. oh. they meant nina. mysta completely forgot about her last name as he associated it with his dad; all memories and information in relation to him got shoved into the back of his mind when he was old enough to understand that he was the reason his mom cried every evening for three years.

“i seriously don’t know who you’re talking about, i don’t know no kosaka or wha’ever you mean, dude”, he explained slowly, eyes narrowed, tone cold and careful. what did these men want and how was his weird aunt related to this? for christ’ sake, he didn’t even know the name of the street she lived in.

“he’s a good liar, you have to give him that!”, another guy laughed with a raspy tint in his voice, as if his throat was made out of rough corned sandpaper — it wasn’t, mysta knew, he was just a smoker and a heavy one at that, too —, “let’s just get him, she’ll react instantly.”

get him? get? as in “kidnap”? oh hell nah.

mysta’s legs were faster than the four men’s thinking process’ as he death gripped shu’s hand and ran back to the fair, into the clutter of people. the yells behind him doubled in volume and amount since mysta did not really care about the three kids he just ran over or the middle aged woman with her portion of overpriced fries.

they fought themselves through the crowd, taking turns and corners over and over; if mysta was good at something, it was mind games. he knew how to trick people, knew how to get rid of them, knew how to fuck them up real good if necessary. and for mysta, shu was his top priority and after looking over his shoulder to make sure shu wasn’t about to pass out, all he saw was a determent expression and parted lips, a small sign to the pathway to success.

they never let go of each other because if they would drown, shu was there to stop them and mysta knew that reaching for the stars would keep them afloat for a while.

chapter 1 / 3 / 4

the fic on ao3 and my twitter

#ao3 crosspost #myshu #shusta

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years ago

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Hotspot Pt.1

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1331

Warning: Sub!Yangyang, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Degradation, Profanity, Public humiliation, Edging, Orgasm denial, Spanking, Yangyang's lame Earth sandwich joke

A/N:

1. Yangyang’s name (揚) has the same pronunciation as “lamb/sheep” (羊) in Mandarin, so y’all would see the word-fuck (X) word-play (O) on this often throughout the fic

2. Been planning to re-upload this fic from my old deleted acc but wanted to extend it and make some changes, yet was clueless before, but then I eventually got inspired, so I decided to release it as part one of something bigger, thanks to this anon for providing me with ideas for part two, and thanks to @wildernessuntothemselves for forcing (X) suggesting (O) me to collect the XiaoHenYang aka her TMTM trio

3. It’s almost Xiaojun’s birthday yet I posted Yangyang content, I’m sorry my lovely prince. Anyone who’s thirsty for him can read my month-old upload here

“Goddamn-f-fuck, please!” Yangyang swears in utter desperation as you suddenly withdraw your hand from his cock, denying his first orgasm. He shifts in the chair in an attempt to grab you, but futile since his hands are tied behind it, as he’s kneeling on the seat facing backward with his ass pushed out, while his legs are forced open wide since both his thighs are secured to the armrests of the chair as well, rendering him into a compromising position.

“Brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” You state icily before thrashing his sensitive rear with the paddle. "You never want to miss a chance to annoy me with all that endless fussing, don't you?"

"I don't deserve this punishment with just that Earth sandwich joke...ahh stopppp…"

"That lame joke is not the point, you brat." You hiss, tugging his hair, as Yangyang's hard-on jolts at the sudden sensation of pain. "Remember how awfully much you snickered about making a sandwich with my pussy around your dick hmm? Giving me that stupid devilish grin whenever you have one for meals? Even shamelessly bragging about it in front of other members to embarrass the hell out of me? You are just a pathetic horny little lamb…"

"C-c'mon, it's not that b-bad when you actually like my teasing..." Yangyang gasps in between your relentless spanks in arousal, as you can tell that his second orgasm is nearing.

"Oh? How you like this sandwich with my hand then?" You smirk as you wrap your hand around his cock again, fingers irregular dancing on the tip yet not pumping him.

"Ahh-L-like it! Just let me cum goddamn it!" Yangyang's whole body tenses up and curls up as he can't handle the teasing anymore.

"That's not how you ask for things, bad little lamb." You chastise while giving a slap on his angry red cock, earning a yelp from him.

“...P-please Mistress let me cum…” Yangyang begs, his proud form finally breaking down.

“Good try, but not quite.” You smirk, before resuming his spanking again.

“Ahhh Mistress I’ll be a good little lamb for you...now p-please let me cum…” Yangyang’s voice falters at the denial of his second orgasm.

“That’s my cute little lamb…” You praise as you peck his now teary cheek, before finally granting him release with your hand, as he lets out a loud moan upon climaxing.

“Now you know you shouldn’t be bragging about sandwiches too often.” You embrace Yangyang in your arm while soothing his red flesh with the other, calming the sobbing boy down.

“You should be more kind to me since you already sin too much torturing me…” Yangyang gazes into you as he forms a cheeky pout, the way how he quickly returns to his usual mischievous self surprising you a little.

"I am already showing you enough kindness by letting you cum without much teasing." You sneer as you wipe the white tendrils off Yangyang’s gradually limping cock and your hand.

"Without much teasing? Says someone who literally edged me twice, so fucking bossy." Yangyang retorts while letting out a sigh of relief as you untied his hands behind the chair.

"I am sure you can take much more than that, usually I would edge you for hours until your bratty mouth can't talk back to me anymore." You imply your annoyance for his endless ripostes, since it's always difficult for your boyfriend to just be grateful for his orgasms instead of being cheeky.

"Nah you are just sadistic as hell. You are just one cruel cougar who loves my suffering too much." Oblivious of your hint for him to behave, your boyfriend still continues his complaints, redressing himself while smirking at you.

"Cheeky boys deserve to be disciplined with cruelty, and somehow you like it too much, and love to ask for more by being a nuisance, don't you, my little painslut?" You reply slyly, another punishment for this ungrateful boy beginning to form.

"Now that your butt cheeks are rosy hot spots…” You say thoughtfully as you rub his ass teasingly. “...I am gonna give you the taste of real embarrassing punishment. Now give me your phone."

Yangyang reluctantly hands you his phone. "What for?"

"Unlock it."

"No!"

"Just obey me you brat." You hiss while tugging his hair, forcing him to comply with a wince.

"Don't worry, I am not gonna post something weird on social media." You reassure him while opening up settings on his phone. "But, everyone will know someone has been a slutty hotspot in heat while connecting to wifi…" You triumphantly smirk as you click "Save" after changing his SSID.

"'Mistress’ Slutty Lil 🐑🐑'? Hell no that's embarrassing!!" He snatches back his phone in an attempt to undo your act of mischief.

"Do not ever try to change it." You demand sternly, covering his screen with your palm. "If I catch you disobey me, you will get punished even harder. Understand, Mistress’ slutty little lamb?"

"Alright…" Yangyang sighs and facepalms, already internally freaking out about how his members will react upon seeing this.

You smirk in delight as you both leave your makeshift playroom, which is a storage room, to catch up on your normal lives. Yangyang returns to his members as you meet up with other staff to participate in a meeting discussing details of upcoming shootings for the next project.

Yangyang slouches back to his room but gets caught up with Lucas before he can retreat behind the door.

"Yo bro, care to explain this?" Lucas holds his screen in front of the younger's face, grinning so knowingly that Yangyang has to fight back every urge to punch him in the face.

"See no evil." He weakly protests, hoping not to embarrass himself even further, and shuts the door in Lucas' face.

Thinking he has escaped the ordeal, he doesn't realize how bad things can get until he opens up the WayV group chat. Hendery has posted a screenshot of all the WiFi SSIDs his phone detected and circled the obvious questionable one, and all the other members reacted with either stickers with laughing expressions or words like "Our naughty 🐑 has finally got the taste of his medicine!" or "Y/N'S REALLY MAD LMAO", all of their mockings make Yangyang wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Red with both embarrassment and resentment, he decides to defy you as his devilish side begins to awake. Since he's never the type to listen well to anyone, then why should he this time? Besides, he feels his body begins to heat up with a familiar tingle again as he thinks about all the pain and degrading words that will be inflicted on him after you find out about his rebel, as he brazenly invites more with more provocative and insolent remarks, then eventually feeling himself dissolving into ascending sting and humiliation that turn into euphoric pleasure soon afterwards…

Licking his lips at the indecent thoughts, he alters the SSID and waits impatiently for your discovery.

Ten minutes later, he receives a screenshot from you as well as an angered message from you. "'Mistress’ bossy af 👿'? You fucking brat."

"Just telling the truth 🤷"

"You are originally getting 20 paddles on your bare ass, now it's 40."

"Shouldn't you focus on your meeting first?"

"IDGAF now. Change it to 'Fuck Lil Slutty🐑 Pls😩' in under a minute or you're getting 80."

80 spanks? Yangyang ponders. Tho being a painslut he is, he still needs to make sure that he can function normally tomorrow to avoid more unwanted attention. Sighing, he decides to give in to you and finally obeys.

Sliding off nearly every notification from the uproar in his group chat for this even more humiliating SSID, he feels unexpectedly even more exhilarated at your praising messages that concludes with a specific time and place to meet up for the main course of punishment that he both somewhat fears but also craves.

#nct #wayv #nct smut #wayv smut #yangyang #yangyang smut #liu yangyang #sub!nct #sub!wayv #sub!yangyang #sub!nct smut #sub!wayv smut #hotspot #my writings #dom!reader #wayv imagines #nct imagines

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hockey-player-jeno · 4 years ago

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drunk confession j. yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

word count: 2,000 (ish)

angst with a little fluff (?)

warnings: alcohol consumption (that’s really it tho)

~*~

You sat comfortably next to you boyfriend, your left thigh crossed over your right as your torso leaned slightly into his. His rather large wingspan was settled on the top of the couch, you on his left while Mingi’s head rested on his right thigh. As much as you don’t want to admit it, Yunho and Mingi are rightfully soulmates and who were you to break them up?

Several empty beer and soju bottles were littered around the living room floor while nine used shot glasses sat on the coffee table. All of you were way past tipsy at this point.

Everyone was laughing at something stupid Yeosang just said while you snuggled yourself deeper into Yunho’s chest.

When the laugher dies down, San spoke up, “Okay y/n we’re all dying to know. Who’s your bias?”

You gave a confused look, “What do you mean who’s my bias?” You look up towards you boyfriend. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Yunho gave you a small, blushy smile as he leaned in kissing your temple.

“Ugh, gross,” Jongho muttered under his breathe before he took another swig of his beer.

“Let me rephrase it then. Who was your bias when you first started working for KQ?”

You giggled a bit and without thinking you said, “Wooyoung.”

You weren’t gonna lie. Wooyoung was your first bias when you started working for KQ as a makeup artist. But when you started to get to know all of the members better, Yunho made his way into your heart and stuck himself there. It took him a little while to admit his feelings, but you couldn’t be any happier to be with him.

You don’t work for the company anymore because it became a conflict of interest when the both of you opened up to about your relationship. However, it is still private to the public. There was no bad blood shared, KQ actually ended up helping you find another job at a different entertainment company.

“I was your first bias?” Wooyoung squeaked. “Ah hyung, I was her first bias.” He laughs poking at your boyfriend’s calf muscle as he lied on the floor in front of the both of you.

“Uh huh,” Yunho said half-heartedly taking a rather large swing of his beer.

You almost missed how much Yunho’s muscles tensed up, not knowing where this conversation was heading.

Adding more fuel to the fire, Wooyoung continued, “What made me become your first bias y/n-ie?”

He lays his chin on your knee, trying to get you to explain further. At this point of the night, you were drunk enough to just start spewing nonsense.

“Oh c’mon,” you laugh. “You’re sexy, you drip confidence, you’re an amazing dancer, and your vocals are incredible. I even flirted with you on numerous occasions, you never caught on. Can’t believe you never noticed. I even went as far to convince my coworkers to always let me do your makeup for stages.”

Wooyoung’s face goes red from the compliments you just gave him while everyone continued to laugh. Well, except for Yunho who was feeling awfully hurt, insecure, and taken aback.

The conversation moves away from you and to some other nonsense Mingi went on about. A few minutes later you notice Yunho hasn’t contributed at all to the conversation.

You looked at him, “Are you okay?” Your voice laced with concern, reaching up to cup his chin.

“I’m fine,” he whispered, taking your wrist and placing it back into your lap. You were confused at first but your mind was too clouded by alcohol to see that he was hurting.

Yunho stayed silent the rest of the night.

~*~

It was getting late and all of you decided it was time to go to bed. Seongwha insisted you stay the night at the dorm because of all of the alcohol you consumed. San even went out of his way to convince Yeosang to let him sleep in his shared room with Wooyoung to let you and Yunho have your privacy.

As you were getting ready for bed, Yunho still seemed off. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and primarily gave you one worded answers when responding.

“Baby, can I borrow some sweats? I don’t wanna sleep in jeans,” you whined, as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Why don’t you go ask Wooyoung?” He mutters under his breath as he sifts through his drawers to find some pajamas for himself.

You giggled, “Now why would I ask Wooyoung-ssi? He’s not my boyfriend.”

He slammed his drawer shut and quite aggressively unraveled your arms from his middle, walking away from you to his closet.

“He might as well be considering you biased him first,” Yunho spits.

You instantly sobered up a bit at his tone of voice and scoffed, “What does that have to do with anything?”

He finally turned to face you, he looked like a kicked puppy with his eyes welling up with tears. Your anger quickly faded.

“You said you flirted with him. Always asked the makeup noonas to specifically do his makeup for stages. You biased him first. You liked him first. When you realized you couldn’t have him, you moved onto me ‘cause I gave you attention.”

“Yunho, you know that’s not true-”

“Don’t lie,” he cut you off.

“I’m not lying,” you pleaded.

You began to regret everything you said a few hours ago and cursing out San in your head for bringing up the subject. Hot tears rolled down his already flushed cheeks. You walked up to him and cupped his face, trying to wipe away his tears.

“Baby,” you start.

He wriggled his way out of your grasp.

“I just want to be alone,” he mutters as he makes his way out of his bedroom.

You hear the bathroom door click shut and the shower turn on. Biting your lower lip, you make your way out of his room and toward the kitchen.

~*~

You chewed on your thumbnail as you sat at the kitchen island, trying to fight against your own tears. Lost in your thoughts, you’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting there when a figure emerges from the hallway. It’s Hongjoong.

“Y/n-ie? What are you still doing up? Why aren’t you in Yunho’s room?”

You open your mouth to speak, but as soon as that happened the tears overflow and sobs forced their way out of your throat.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened?” He ran up to you embracing you, putting your head on his chest.

“Oppa, I messed up,” you sobbed. “I really messed up.”

He looked down at you puzzled, “What do you mean?”

You tried controlling your breathing before answering him.

“The way I talked about me biasing Wooyoungie before Yunho and I got together. I fucking hate San right now. I made my own boyfriend feel so incredibly small and insecure and I embarrassed the hell out of him. Joongie, I don’t know what to do. I love him more than anything and I just broke his heart.”

“Y/n-ssi, please calm down. You’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight,” Hongjoong pleaded. “Please calm down.”

You continued to sob as Hongjoong tried to console you, but you didn’t feel like you deserved it. Yunho needs it more than you do. Hongjoong just let you cry it out in his arms, there wasn’t much he could do or say that’ll make you feel better.

When your sobs became sniffles, he pulls away to look at you, “Y/n, I get why you’re upset but I know he knows how much you love him. How much you care for him. Isn’t that enough?”

You shake your head no as tears start to well up again.

“Hey, hey, hey. No more tears. Please I’m begging you no more tears,” he whispers soothingly, rapidly wipping away your fresh tears. “How about I go in there, get you something to change into, and try to talk to him a bit. That okay?”

You nod your head, sniffled and looked down at your fingers on the countertop, “Thank you.”

~*~

Hongjoong poked his head into his younger brother’s room and saw Yunho sprawled out over his bed on his back with his forearm covering his eyes.

“You still awake?” Hongjoong whispered.

Yunho only grunted in response. He walked in closing the door behind him.

“Y/n said that she had an extra pair of sweats in your room from when she stayed over the last time,” Hongjoong said softly.

“Top right drawer,” Yunho croaked out quickly, hoping that this encounter would be over soon so he could go back to sulking by himself.

Hongjoong took long strides towards the younger’s dresser, quickly grabbing the pair of comfy pants before making his way back to the door.

Before leaving, he heard Yunho take a deep sigh.

Hongjoong pursed his lips together now walking in the opposite direction of the door towards his brother’s bunk. He lightly places himself down on the bed and nudges Yunho’s knee a bit.

“Talk to me.”

In a broken voice he answers, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Now it’s Hongjoong’s turn to sigh, letting the younger’s words dissipate into the air around them.

“She loves you, a lot, you know that right?” Hongjoong starts and pauses while Yunho stays quiet. “She really loves you,” he repeats in a whisper. “Listen, I’m not trying to fix your relationship for you but when you’re up for it, please just talk to her? It’ll do you both good.”

Yunho continues to stay quiet, still refusing to even look at his hyung.

Hongjoong sighed again getting up from Yunho’s bunk. When he left the younger’s room he sent you into the bathroom to change then stayed with you on the couch until sleep consumed the both of you.

~*~

You woke up with an ache in your back and a heaviness in your chest. You refused to open your eyes. You refused to believe that what happened last night actually happened. Memories flooded your mind making your head spin even more than the grueling hangover you’d be nursing for the rest of the day. You fight your swollen eyes open blinking a few times, Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up slowly, you notice an orange post it note with two Advil tablets and a water bottle right next to it on the coffee table. You reach for the objects and pick them up. Downing the pills and half the bottle in a few gulps, you look at the note.

“Had to go to the studio early.

Please try and talk to him.

- <3 H.J.”

You sigh, willing your tears to stay at bay. You hated this.

“Hey,” you heard a voice across the room.

You look up and saw your boyfriend. Yunho was wearing his coat and sneakers, looking like he was about to leave and go somewhere. His state didn’t look any better than what yours felt like.

“Do you um, wanna take a walk? Get some breakfast, maybe?” His voice was wary as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You smiled slightly and answered a quiet, “Sure.”

After throwing the blanket off of you and putting your hair into a messy bun, you got up to find your shoes and coat. There was no point in looking nice, you were probably just going to the convenience store down the block anyway.

The cold, late fall air whips against your cheeks once you step out of the complex. You walk together silently, both of you with your hands in your pockets. Neither of you bothered to create any type of conversation yet.

About halfway through the walk, Yunho silently takes one of his hands out of his pockets. He walks closer to you and slides his hand into yours, lacing your already cold fingers together.

It was in that moment the both of you knew everything was going to be alright.

~*~

a/n

Hi. So I never post my own content ‘cause I usually hate whatever I write, but I ended up happy with the outcome of this one. I highly doubt anyone is gonna read this but whoever does, I hope you enjoyed :)

lmk if I should post more. I’d really appreciate some feedback

#ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #jeong yunho #yunho #yunho fic #jung yunho

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httpsfelicity · 4 years ago

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“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU (Part 2/?)

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Part two! Thank you sooo much for the feedback on part one, I never expected it! Glad you guys like it so far. If you haven’t read part one, click here x Once again, if you’d like a part 3 / have suggestions / ect, just send a DM or ask! Here you go babessss :)

Harry Styles: Hi

Y/n <3: Hi

Harry Styles: Why are you awake, it’s 3am?

Y/n <3: I could ask you the same thing, you messaged me first!

Harry Styles: You’re right. What’s up?

Y/n <3: Watching TV, you?

Harry Styles: Not much. Listening to The Beatles, y’know, normal night things.

Y/n <3: Never really got around to listening to them personally

Harry Styles: Omg reported and BLOCKED.

Y/n <3: Omg noooooo come back

Harry Styles: Kiddinggggggg, but I have to make you listen to one of their albums sometime

Harry Styles: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/n <3: I have a shoot all day. I’m free the next day tho

Harry Styles: We could maybe do something then? The park?

Harry Styles: Unless you have a better idea, of course

Y/n <3: No that sounds great! What time?

Harry Styles: 7?

Y/n <3: Sure! :)

Harry Styles: Now, GO TO SLEEP!

Y/n <3: Only if you do!

Harry Styles: Okayyyy, goodnight!

Y/n <3: Goodnight!

Seen: 3:14am

As you crawled into bed, a feeling of satisfaction spread through you. He wanted to spend more time with you - that ought to be a good sign, right? “Maybe this could work out, after all,” was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

The next day was the usual whirlwind of events that occurred every shoot day - wake up early, take a cab over to the location (That particular day’s mystery place happened to be an old art studio), take another cab with some assigned lady to get you ready, another cab back to the location, then a whole day of photos. It was all a blur to you, so when the head of the whole operation thanked you at the end of the day, you were glad it was all over. Of course you adored your job, but considering the amount of sleep you’d gotten last night (Which, by the way, you did not regret one bit) you were thankful that in 45 minutes you’d be fast asleep.

What you did not expect, however, was for that little power nap to turn into a full 14 hours. By the time you woke up the next day, it was the crack of 11am. You sat up frantically, taking in your surroundings. You were still wearing your street clothes - jeans and a blouse - and a quick glance in the mirror revealed you hadn’t taken off your extravagant makeup, either. Trust me, it was not a pretty sight. You scrambled for your phone, and aside from all of the usual twitter notifications, DM requests, and messages from Ella and Harry (Which you were over the moon about), you noticed that you had 4 missed calls. From, none other than Harry.

You quickly clicked on his contact and dialed up his number. After a few rings, he picked up.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully.

“Hey,” you laughed. “Why did you call me? Four times, to be exact?”

“Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. But then I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called again to make sure everything was alright.”

“And again, and again.”

“Correct,” he laughed.

“Rough photoshoot. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t all that exciting. By the time I got home, I was asleep. Literally. I slept for 14 hours straight.”

Harry laughed so hard on the other end that you had to move your phone away from your ear for a couple of seconds so he could calm down. “Oh, wow, I... well, I guess it’s not that funny. That’s awful. You should’ve gotten more sleep the night before!”

“I would’ve, but somebody just had to message me at 3am!”

Cue another round of laughter. “Oh my god... look, I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know you had to wake up so early. I won’t message you so late into the night anymore, I promise.”

“Don’t promise that! I quite liked it. Besides, all of those shoots are the same. Nothing worth remembering, if you ask me.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But are we still on for later? If you’re still tired, we can reschedule...”

“No! After twice the amount of sleep I usually get, I feel like I could run a marathon. Seven?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Gives me enough time to adjust myself to reality.”

This sent both of them into bouts of laughter.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you then?”

“You’ve got it! Bye!”

“Bye! And for the love of god try not to fall asleep this time, yeah?” He cracked himself up.

“I’ll try!” You replied as you hung up. You sighed, smiled, and then leaned against your headboard, though not for long. You had things to do - number one, get a shower.

Flash forward a few hours, and you were all set. You were wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, similar to yesterday’s outfits, just with less smeared makeup and bedhead. You had even managed to listen to a few albums while you were doing your hair. You quickly ate a salad for supper, confirmed the meeting spot with Harry, then headed out the door.

You arrived 10 minutes early, and to your surprise, Harry was already there again.

“How did you get here before me?” You laughed as you walked up to him. “I left even earlier than last time, specifically to race you!”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he grinned. “So, would you like to know what I have planned?”

“Enlighten me,” you prompted as you began walking past the bushes and flowerbeds with him, admiring his bold, light purple flared pants and white top.

“Well, first we walk through the park. Then, I have a reservation booked for La Sedbe Hyudge. If that sounds okay to you, that is.”

La Sedbe Hyudge was one of the most exclusive clubs in New York. Reservations were crazy expensive, and that’s not including the price of the food and drinks.

“Oh, Harry, you really didn’t ha-”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. The reservation’s already made; there’s no turning back now,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him. “Well, we can just split the final bill.”

“No,”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about it!”

You sighed. “Okay,” you finally agreed. “Well, anyways, tonight sounds like it will be great fun. Thank you.”

Harry nodded, looking around. You had to admit it, the scenery of the park was very nice. The gardener(s) here must be paid awfully well.

“So, I listened to Fine Line.”

Harry perked up. “Oh?”

“It was - and I’m not just saying this because I li- we’re friends - but it was incredible. I’ve never heard anything like it.”

Harry was trying to hide his smile, but he was failing miserably. “Well, that’s good,” he concluded nonchalantly.

“No, really! I have Golden stuck in my head. It’s beautiful. And don’t even get me started on Lights Up.”

“You didn’t see the music video, did you?”

“..Yeah?”

“Oh, wow.”

“It was ARTSY!” You laughed, Harry clearly getting embarrassed. “No, in all honestly, it was great.”

“Well, I’m glad you think that,” he smiled. “I wish I could say the same to you, but you don’t sing, obviously.”

“Not my forte, honestly. I was in choir in elementary, but that’s pretty much it. Never really had any interest in the preforming arts. No offense.”

“None taken. I’ve always liked singing, but I didn’t think I’d pursue it as a career. I was very happy at my old job, thank you very much.”

“What was your old job?”

“...”

“I used to work in a bakery.”

“No way!” “That’s adorable,” you thought as the two of you rounded a corner of the path.

“Yes way! Not to brag, but I was very good at making cinnamon rolls.”

“Now, isn’t that something.”

“That’s not all - macaroons.”

“Oh my god, marry me.”

You continued goofing off for the rest of the walk. You talked about Netflix shows and whether Summer or Winter was the superior season in the taxi, and the best way to make Kraft dinner on the sidewalk. By the time you walked into the restaurant and sat down, you were discussing the importance of a good facemask.

“I don’t know. I just can’t believe you do them.”

“I can’t believe you don’t.”

“Why should I?”

“Do you want me to go over the health benefits again?”

You sighed. “No. I just do not have the patience.”

“For me to explain it again or facemasks in general?”

You smiled. “Both.”

Harry laughed rather loudly, gaining a few odd looks from some stuck-up diners. “You’re lucky you’re cute, y/n.”

Before you could respond, a waiter walked over to your table. “And what could I get for the couple this evening?” He asked.

You and Harry looked at eachother and tried to supress laughter.

“Well, I don’t know about my husband here,” you start, looking over at Harry with a grin. He’s staring back at you and you are positive that he’s gonna blow it at any second, but you decide to keep going, “But I’ll have a glass of red wine.”

“Whatever you want, dear, so I guess I’m driving,” Harry shrugged. “I will have water, please.”

The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, the two of you burst out laughing.

“That.. was.... amazing!” Said Harry between laughs.

“I know right!” You agreed. “We have to keep it going all night.”

“YES,” he nodded as a group of teenage girls walked past the table, also laughing uncontrollably.

Then, the waiter returned. “For the lady,” he said as he placed down a glass of wine. You immediately picked it up and took a sip.

“For the main course, I’ll have the steak, please,” said Harry in his very-best fancy voice.

“I too,” you said, giggling and taking another sip.

The waiter nodded and headed back to the kitchen. The two of you laughed again.

Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your purse. “It’s probably nothing,” you thought, choosing to ignore it. But then it went off again. And again. And again.

“You should probably get that,” said Harry, looking at your bag.

“Nah, it’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. I gotta run to he bathroom, and then I’m gonna order a drink for myself, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you watched him get up. “Bring me back a glass too!”

You watched him walk over to the mens room. Your phone buzzed. He pushed open the door. Your phone buzzed. The door shut behind him. You reached down and pulled out your phone.

Ella: Oh my god

Ella: Y/n

Ella: Where are you right now

Ella: Are you with anybody?

Ella: ?????

Ella: Y/N

Ella: CHECK UR PHONE

You quickly typed up a response, although you were confused as to why she was so worried all of a sudden.

Y/n: I’m at the Sedbe Hyudge with Harry, why?

Ella: *Sent a set of photos*

Ella: Check twitter for more.

You clicked on the photos. The first was a screenshot of an update account, saying that you and Harry were in the park. Then, another tweet from the same account, saying you were at this restaurant. Then, photos of you in the park. And then, photos of you at the restaurant. Under that were screenshots of twitter users.

@Cocopopstyles: I just want Harry to take me on a date like he does with y/n, is that TOO MUCH TO ASK. They’re TOO CUTE.

@Y/nxxxxstyles: ANOTHER WIN FOR THE SHIPPERS THEY’RE AT THE SEDBE HYUDGE DHHHVDHBDCHUDB YES

@HSDaily: Ew lmfao she’s so ugly PLS

@Stylessssmaple: “I ain’t saying she’s a golddigger, but she ain’t messing with no broke....”

@LaylaHoran: I heard that they were talking to the waiter like they’re an actual couple. A few girls overheard it, idk their @’s tho.

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Really?? Omg that’s pretty quick tbh. Weren’t they first seen together days ago?

@LaylaHoran replying to @LarryStylisonobvs: Yeah apparently. Idk what’s going on. Is she a PR stunt or not???

@LarryStylinsonobvs replying to @LaylaHoran: Not to be a bluegreener but she could be a beard... we’ve gotten so much content from them in the past 72 hours like.... are u gonna tell me there’s no contract in there at all?????

@Y/nsflowers: Y/n looks so good in the new pap photos pLEASE MARRY ME MA’AM.

@Y/L/Nsummertime: Y/n is over lmfao can she please cut the bullshit. Wbk she’s in it for the money. The job, the PR stunts, the boyfriend...

@TheDailyPoolsideNews: Model y/n and ex-boyband star spotted out in the town! Will this be the next Hollywood snoozefest?

There was more, but Harry was already back at the table, carrying two glasses and setting them down, smiling. All of a sudden, you had this really sick feeling. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You took your drink as he sat down. Not wanting to say anything in case it ruined the night, you took a sip and put your phone back in your purse.

“Everything alright?”

You looked up. “Yeah.”

Harry stared at you. You stared back jokingly, trying to break the tension. Harry’s phone started ringing. “Oops,” he frowned, “thought I turned this off...”

“You can take it, it’s okay. I checked my phone before. Plus, I need to use the washroom.”

“Okay,” he smiled as you stood up, smiling back. As you were walking away, you heard him talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Hey, Nial- what? No, I am, why-”

You pushed into the womens room and locked yourself in a stall. “What the hell is going on?”

You sit there for a few minutes, trying to collect your thoughts and give Harry some time to finish his conversation. Someone had seen the two of you at the park and in the restaurant, so what? Some people liked you, and some people didn’t. Okay, that’s understandable. Some people hated you. That’s fine, you don’t care. But people still think you and Harry are a PR stunt. This is only your second date! And it’s not eve a date! It’s just a... you put your head in your hands, then sit up, not wanting to smudge your mascara. You reach for your phone, only to remember you left it in your purse, which was currently on the floor next to your chair next to Harry. God.

And, to make matters worse, he had gotten a phonecall and from what you had heard when you were walking away, he sounded worried. Perfect! That was probably his management. Or, better yet, one of his friends doing the same thing Ella had done to you. Suddenly, you jumped up and walked back out to the table. He was fiddling around with his napkin. When he saw you, his face lit up. You didn’t buy it.

“Hi, sorry, it was just one of my friends. He wanted to t-”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said, politely cutting him off.

Harry was taken back by this, but not for long. He wasn’t fazed easily. “Oh, okay. That’s good. Sorry for taking so long. Oh, and I don’t want this anymore, so if you want it, you can fill yours up. Otherwise, I’m just gonna give it to the waiter when he comes back.”

You never drank too much. You knew three glasses would be awful for you. But you took his and filled yours up, because “I don’t want to waste anything. This place is so expensive.”

Soon after, the waiter dropped off your meals. Harry was speaking less, more unsure of himself than before, but you didn’t notice. You made polite small talk, but it wasn’t like your antics from before. Yet when you were leaving, you did not split the bill. Harry still paid.

When you walked outside, it was dark. You hadn’t expected it. You laughed. Harry laughed. “Let’s wait over here for a taxi, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him. You sat on a bench. Harry messaged somebody. You swung your feet a little. Harry took a call. You stayed seated, watching people walk by. Harry came back over and helped you walk to the taxi, arm around your back. You tried to tell him you didn’t need his help, but he didn’t listen.

Harry gave the taxi driver his address. You gave him yours, but he didn’t listen. You spoke up again, but Harry told you not to worry; you could spend the night with him. You nodded.

Harry helped you out of the taxi. You didn’t fight back. You tried to pay for the taxi, but he wouldn’t take your money. You held his hand as you walked through the doors of his apartment building, got in the elevator, got to his apartment. He sat you down on the couch and went off to his room. He came back shortly after.

“I don’t have any pyjamas for you.”

“Why would I need pyjamas?” You laughed a little, and then a lot.

Harry smiled. He went back to his room and came back with a shirt still wrapped in plastic and a bag.

“Here. The bathroom is over there. There’s makeup wipes on the counter.” He helped you up and you walked over.

“Why do you have makeup wipes? Do you wear makeup?”

“Yep!” Said Harry. “Just turn the lock to the left. It’s tricky sometimes, try it a few times if it doesn’t work, yeah?”

“That’s so cool, can you show me your makeup sometime?”

“Yep! Maybe after you get your pyjamas on.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm!”

You shut the door and turned the lock, though you doubted you’d need it. You took off your fancy clothes and put on a pair of brand new too-big black sweatpants and a too-big pink t-shirt. Why did you need pyjamas again? Harry hadn’t answered. He wasn’t sending you home in pyjamas, was he? Uh oh.

You walked out. Harry was in the kitchen. “Do you need anything?”

“A drink.”

“Water?”

“Wine, dummy.” You cracked up at this.

“You’ve already had more than enough. C’mon, let’s go to the living room.” He grinned.

“Whyyyyyy?”

Harry smiled patiently. “C’mon, y/n. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Okay. Wait - can I just have orange juice instead?”

“Of course.” He grabbed a can of juice and then walked into the living room. You followed. There were pillows and blankets on the couch, and Disney+ was set up.

“Ooou, fancy,” you laughed.

Harry crawled under the blankets. You did too. He laughed. So did you. Why were you even upset with him in the first place? You couldn’t remember. Harry grabbed the remote and turned on some show you’ve never heard of before. The Mandalorian, whatever that was. You leaned your head on Harry’s shoulder. It wasn’t even boring - why were you falling asleep?

Harry closed his eyes - he was tired, too, but for different reasons. You listened to his breathing get slower. You held him tightly. You held him back.

“Friends don’t hold friends that way,” you thought to yourself. “But who cares?”

You fell asleep. So did he.

You forgot about the stunt rumours. So did he.

He forgot about how his friend called him in a panic, not wanting this relationship to get ruined for him like the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that. About how he really, really liked you, but couldn’t act on it. He wanted to give you the world. Yes, he fell too quickly, too easily, but who could blame him?

And you forgot about Ella in the same panic. She didn’t want this to get ruined for you, of course, because this was your first shot, your first love (Although not that she’d know - you had to admit you had been a bit distant with her since you met Harry.) She didn’t want you to fall into the hands of the public eye. She wanted to make sure you were safe. She wasn’t sure if you should trust Harry, so of course she should be worried.

But you trusted him.

And he trusted you.

And everything is okay.

Until 3am.

A/N PT 2 - While you’re waiting for part 3 (which is definitely coming btw!) check out my other fics through this masterlist HERE!

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iaal · 5 years ago

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Chrollo x Thief!reader (nsfw)

I wanted to do the Chrollo part for this ask but it ended up as something else entirely.I wasn’t planning on making it nsfw either but things got out of hand. The “one bed” part is still here so it kinda count tho…

!WARNING!: mild dom chrollo, heavy calculative goth spider, mild angst (I guess)

You pushed yourself into an alley, your back flat on the wall, holding your umbrella close to your chest and you instinctively held your breath as it would make you smaller, invisible. The sirens passed past you and you stayed still until they were blazing in the distance. When you only heard their echos far away you exhaled slowly, unable to contain the victorious smile growing on your lips. Celebration would have to wait, you managed to evade the police so far but staying in the open too long was only asking for trouble. You put off your mask and gloves, throwing them in a bin, as an extra step for insurance you lit them on fire. One more little touch and you’ll be ready to go – you ran your hands on your coat and pants – the textile morphed into minty green and neon pink, a far cry from the previous pitch black color you were wearing.

Slowly you started walking, joining the passerby on the main street, you disappeared in the crowd. Very soon they’ll have hunters on the scene though and you couldn’t take the risk to run into them. Just laying low for some time should be enough, at least until your trail cool off. Once you had put enough distance between the museum and yourself you started walking faster, taking shortcuts you had mapped beforehand. It has already been almost an hour since your heist and every seconds outside was increasing the likelihood of something going wrong.

When the outskirt of town came into view you broke into a run, it was mostly desert there and the rare people going around weren’t the kind to talk with law enforcement. Almost safe. Carefully, extending your en to be sure that no one has followed you entered a building after confirming you were really alone. The dilapidated building should have been a sight when it was still standing but now it was nothing more than rumble and dust. Many years ago the town tried expending and constructed high standing residence but after an economic crash most of them end up as skeleton, bare and standing forever in a half finished state. The one you were making your way into was nearly done though and luckily for you, if someone was to look at a plan they wouldn’t know a bunker was just underneath it. The rich really are paranoid. But so were you. You had arranged the bunker as a safe house and you were ready to let the world forget about you for a while. This place was perfect; remote, secret and big enough to stock food, water and everything you’ll need to last a month even if you planned to stay a week at most. You opened the heavy trap door and climbed down the ladder, your umbrella under your arm. It was done, no one will find you now.

“Welcome back.”

You froze on the spot. You didn’t detect anyone with your en earlier so he must have use zetsu, He was waiting for you. Either you turned around to face him or you could try to reach for the exit as you were still half way on the ladder but it would mean leaving you defenseless when you flee.

“You can’t get out, but you can try if it helps you understand the situation,” the voice answered your dilemma. The man behind you had a pleasant voice yet there was a coldness underneath that made your heart ready to leap out of your throat.

Taking on his offer you reached the door once again. It wasn’t just locked or stuck; you couldn’t even touch it. As much as you tried every time you got too close your hand got pushed back. Nen. He has trapped you with nen and you didn’t noticed until it was too late. You closed your eyes. Frustration, shame, anger at yourself for being so careless, everything was choking you and you just wanted to cry. Dying never scared you but this humiliation right when you felt at your highest was pure agony. This man shattered your perfect plan and your pride with it.

When you opened your eyes again the light was turned on. You jumped down and finally faced the man. He was sitting on the bed, looking at you dispassionately, letting you take your time to come to term with your failure.

After a moment he spoke again, “You have something I want,” he started but you already knew why he was here for. You clutched the umbrella. “Give it to me and I’ll be on my way and you’ll be free,” he offered.

“Take everything you want and get out then,” you still clunged to the hope he didn’t know about your hatsu.

“I could yes, but I have no use for an umbrella.”

The lump in your throat swell. He won’t have it. You didn’t care of what he’d do to you but he’d absolutely won’t have it.

There’s no reason to pretend now, you held his gaze.

“No,” you answered.

You both knew you couldn’t kill each other, not without risking nen getting stronger after death. If you killed him you’d end up stuck here until you die of starvation and if he killed you what he desire would forever stay an umbrella. Yet, It didn’t mean you were on equal footing. He obviously had more information about you than you had about him which was absolutely nothing. Was he alone? What was the conditions of his ability? How strong was he? Was it even his hatsu that kept you prisoner? Too much interrogation and the stakes were much higher for you. Even if you killed him you’d be doomed whereas he could kill you and gamble on finding an exorcist afterward.

“There’s no rush. You can think about it for a few more days” he suggested calmly.

“Days?”

Was he really going to stay that long? You couldn’t wrap your head about what he was planning, you were pretty convinced he’d attack you after hearing your refusal but he was still sitting on the bed, showing no sign of wanting to start a fight.

“It’s not like your were planning to leave this place anytime soon with everything you’ve packed in here, it shouldn’t be a problem,” he explained “And there’s always time to try other alternative afterward if you don’t change your mind,” he spoke with a flippancy that gave you the certainty he’d have no qualm about following through his threat.

“Isn’t it awfully kind of you to wait for my answer?” you sneered.

It was actually good, you could learn a lot about him and find a way to break out if you played your cards right. Yet this made you so uneasy. He was too calm so he wasn’t being generous because he felt like you had the upper hand, you were unable to read his intention. Plus you’ll need to cohabit with someone who clearly was ready to torture you. Nothing you could deal with right now, the only chance you had was to search for an opening. For the first time you really looked at him trying to analyze you opponent. The tattoo on his forehead and his black clothes could have a meaning. Maybe he was part of a cult, if that was the case the chance of having backup around was high. He seemed young, your age or a bit older but with nen users it was hard to tell. With his heavy coat you couldn’t get a look at his body but you could at least tell he was muscular. And well… he was quite the looker. Usually you didn’t think about men as “pretty” but he really was – big grey eyes with long lashes, pale flawless skin and a restrained icy charm that would have made you swoon if the situation was different. You shook your head and focused back. His attractiveness was not important, you needed more useful information.

The bunker didn’t look that big once you had filled it with all your stuff and with the two of you here it felt almost cramped. Apart from the bed the only furniture were a table with a stool and a shelf, a rudimentary bathroom was inside an alcove and you winced when you saw there was no door. It bothered you a lot, you wouldn’t have a moment for you alone as he could see everything you were doing. No chance of taking advantage of a blind spot to prepare an attack. On the corner of the eye you caught him following the direction of your stare.

“You don’t have to worry about me peeping if that’s what trouble you,” he said acknowledging the lack of privacy but seemingly misunderstanding where the real problem lied.

“How lucky I am to be kept prisoner by a perfect gentleman,” you said acidly.

You grabbed the stool and placed it as far as you could from the bed and put the umbrella under the it. You sat with your arms crossed over your chest, the man directly on your line of sight. He was also observing you slightly reclined with his hands planted on each side. It was going to be a long night.

After a while he put a book out of his coat and started reading, ignoring you. You rubbed your clammy palms on your thighs. What was the point if he wasn’t trying to make you change your mind? No more threats, nor arguments, he was just passing time after giving you all the information you needed to make your choice – give him what he wanted of suffer the consequences.

“Who are you?” you finally asked. This silent stand-off was straining your nerves.

“Chrollo,” he looked up to you leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Should I know this name?” you didn’t think he was a hunter, was his name known well enough to be recognized?

“No,” you felt a pang of annoyance at his answer, you didn’t care about his name you weren’t asking for a polite introduction.

“Nice to meet you Chrollo,” you answered with your most charming, obvious, fake smile, you could play this farce too. “I am -”

“I know who you are,” he interrupted.

He was referring to your real name and not the alias you used in this town, somehow you knew you were right. It confirmed that he had prepared this ambush for a long time and done his research right. So why? He seemed competent enough, if he really wanted to he could have executed the heist himself, why waiting for you to do it and then trapping himself with you? Sure your ability to change an object into another was handy but you could have fail or got caught before returning here. Something wasn’t adding up. You searched in his eyes for something, anything that could give you a hint but you found nothing – worst, you had the sensation Chrollo was the one reading into you, much like the book he still had in his hands. Looking away you tried to compose yourself.

The rest of the night was uneventful, Chrollo was still reading quietly and you were too much on high alert to dare pick a book yourself from the one you had stacked here to pass the time. The man was still a complete mystery and you’ve lost precious hours for nothing, only exhausting yourself.

You rubbed your stiff neck and were thinking about how you should formulate your next question to get as much clues as you could when your stomach rumbled loudly. In the dead silence the sound was unmistakable and you felt weirdly flustered that in such a dangerous predicament your body was so unconcerned.

Getting up you rummaged in the pile of food you had brought, searching for a light meal to fill your belly but when you rise up your shoulders bumped into something. You blanched when you realized he was standing just behind you. You hadn’t notice him moving at all. Chrollo put a hand on your shoulder to help you keep your balance and you felt dizzy. You didn’t grasped how vulnerable you were until this point – nothing could have stopped him if he had decide to attack you when you entered the bunker and you wouldn’t have see him coming if he had decide to strike right now. You were at his mercy and you should have been terrified but instead you were relieved. Relieved because never once you’ve been caught. You always had pride yourself at being smarter, more careful and craftier than the one pursuing you. Losing to Chrollo wasn’t shameful, knowing how formidable he was restored a bit of your dignity. Perhaps you were insane feeling that way, however it was like the weight on your chest vanished. Well, you were still going to die once the time was up but at least you wouldn’t blame yourself, you were pretty much done for as soon as you had attracted his attention.

“I didn’t meant to startle you,” he removed his hand and crouched down to pick some snacks for himself, “I have no plan of attacking you, not unless you give me a reason to.” The message was crystal clear.

Both of you ate in silence but you couldn’t take your eyes of him. Relaxed would have been pushing it but you were breathing more freely and you were really appreciating how entrancing he was. Did the Stockholm syndrome was already kicking in? Or some kind of suspension bridge effect now that you were certain you were going to die? Either way you weren’t even mad at him, just mesmerized.

“Why are you ready to die for a sword?” Chrollo asked abruptly, his eyes focused on your loot you had turned into an umbrella.

“I’m ready to die so no one could have it, it’s different,” you answered truthfully. Your nation had been colonized, had to live through an ethnic cleansing and their culture banned on their own land for the past two centuries. The sword was the symbol of you long gone kings and now was displayed as a curiosity for the conqueror to marvel at. It has never sat right with you and even though you knew getting the artifact back wouldn’t change anything at least you could give them a taste of the disgrace.

Chrollo nodded, sensing you wouldn’t say more on the subject and lied down on the bed, removing his coat to use it as a cover. As for you, the stool was making your ass sore so you were up, leaning against the wall. You didn’t know what came into you but you as soon as you thought you’d have liked to lie down too you found yourself with a knee on the mattress. Chrollo narrowed his eyes but still moved on his side to give you a bit of space. You removed your shoes and lied down. It was a tight squeeze but you managed to get it.

What were you doing? Your heart was pounding in your chest. Flirting with danger wasn’t new, sleeping next to it was. Chrollo warmth was radiating on your back and his chest was brushing against you with each slow breath. Being your future killer aside, you didn’t even knew the man, you’d only exchanged a few worlds so why were you so wet just being close to him? How messed up were you?

“I can hear your heart beating from here,” he noticed, your face immediately flushed at the words. “If you are so scared you should try sleeping elsewhere.” You didn’t get caught after all, but the shock has let you motionless. You took a deep breath. Why were you so shy? You literally had nothing to lose anymore and no one could judge you. What prevented you to do anything you wanted?

You turned around, meeting Chrollo cold eyes and pushed yourself against him. You felt light-headed, discovering a freedom you never knew existed. Nothing mattered, the only thing you had worked for your entire life was a failure, your death was coming and there’s nothing you could do about it. Taking a hitched breath you pressed your lips against his. Chrollo was still as you embraced him but you didn’t mind, you were intoxicated by just feeling his mouth against yours.

“You know that it won’t save you,” Chrollo said on your lips as a matter of fact. Oh you knew and it was morbidly adding to your excitation.

Without stopping you nodded, alternating between licking and biting at his lower lip. He wasn’t pushing you away, that’s all you needed. Never in you life have you felt so much need for someone, your whole body was on fire, your mind was fuzzy and a moan was bubbling in you throat ready to escape at the lightest provocation. Feeling his broad chest you found the zipper of his top and pulled it down, clawing at his bare skin as soon as you revealed it. Quickly you removed your own top and returned to the kiss even quicker, flushing your bare chest against his. The moan that you were keeping burst from your lips when Chrollo put his hand on your back to keep you against him, your whole body was covered in goosebumps and a shiver ran along your spine instantly when he started returning your kiss. His touch, his scent and now his taste…your senses were going into overdrive and it was still not enough.

Chrollo turned you on your back and lifted himself up, placing a knee between your legs, his tongue still playing with yours. Immediately you missed the contact of his skin and tried to follow him up but a hand on your shoulder kept you laying flat. His other hand undid your belt, and pushed your pants down your thighs, breaking the kiss he moved your legs on you chest to undress you completely. Both his hands under your knees, he parted your legs around him. Looking up at him you already were panting hard, just kissing made a mess out of you but he had the same impassive expression. Chrollo was looking at you, spread out underneath him, his gaze trailing from your clouded eyes to your chest and lingering between your thighs.

“You’re soaking wet,”he observed, his fingers were caressing your stomach and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

The sensation of his first finger entering you made your hips jerk up, your moaning were so loud it was almost a scream. A sad sight left your lips when he withdraw soon replaced by mewling when he insert one more fingers. With his other hand’s thumb he pushed in circle on your clit as he was exploring your core, properly making you melt. Bending down he kissed your jaw, his tongue tracing down your neck and stopping at your breast. Not too hard he bit your nipple, pulling it up as he was doing it, still relentlessly pumping into you. You buried your hands in his hair, everything he’s doing was too good.

His breath started to get labored and he removed the hand between your legs to position himself against you, unbending to kiss you once again, this time intensely. Your rubbed yourself on his hardness eliciting a low groan from him, he grabbed your ass to press you more on his cock, grinding harder when you started whimpering. You were so close. Suddenly he stopped, pushing on your hips so you wouldn’t move either.

“I don’t have a condom, we should stop here,” a blush was beautifully spread on his face when he looked up to you, still panting.

“I don’t care,” you whined.

“I do.” his tone didn’t leave place to any argument. You huffed and straighten yourself up, Chrollo sat beside you eyes closed trying to calm his breath.

Looking around you spot your sock, you grabbed it and pulled it to gauged the elasticity. Satisfied, you rolled it on itself, Chrollo was watching you with curiosity. Visualizing what you wanted to changed it into looked and felt like you ran you hand on the sock, changing its form to one of a condom.

“Impressive,” Chrollo admitted, “Is it really a condom? Or does it only has the shape?” he asked taking it from you and observing at all the angles.

“As long as the mass is around the same I can change everything into anything I want, it’s a real as the real deal. But the smaller it is the quicker it revert back so put it on now,” your hurried him.

Chrollo looked at you hungrily and undressed himself with an urge he didn’t have earlier. Seeing him completely bare in front of you send a fire in your groin, you placed yourself in the middle of bed when your hand smacked on something. It was the book Chrollo was reading earlier. You picked it up and move it out of the way, laying on your back.

“Turn around, on your knees,” he ordered and you happily obliged.

His hands cupped your ass before returning to your folds, resuming their teasing. It didn’t took him long to have you drenched and moaning again. When he removed his fingers this time it was to replace them by something much more delectable. Unhurriedly he sank into you humming when he was completely inside. Slowly he started to move, kneading at your hips with each lazy thrust. It was excruciating slow and you tried to go faster only for Chrollo to keep you in place.

“Harder…please,” you pleaded.

“In time,” he said in a breath, “I want to enjoy the moment a bit more,” he added.

His thrusts were wide, almost getting out before deliberately sliding back fully inside you. It was the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced. Clawing at the sheet, you could only be patient. Fortunately you restraint got rewarded when Chrollo started to pick up the pace, slamming into you enthusiastically. You gasped when he took a handful of your hair – pulling so hard your back arch – banging you deep and fast.

“You’re screw up,” he breathed behind your ear, “Or maybe,” he gave your ass a slap, earning a choking moan from you, “ugh..maybe”, another slap “it’s only natural for Eros to intermingle with Thanatos.”

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying but the sound of his voice was just adding to your heat. Unable to support yourself anymore you snaked your hand around his neck. He was utterly ravaging you and it was electrifying. Another slap on your ass and you felt an explosion deep at your center dispersing in your body to all your extremities. The wave was violent and left you shaking, you fell forward still enduring Chrollo’s brutal pace. Soon his thrusts started to get chaotic, he was grunting and panting. His own orgasm was close. Sliding out of you he turned you so you’d face him, still in a haze you raised yourself on you elbow.

“Open your mouth,” you understood what he wanted, and you eagerly obeyed.

As soon as you lifted yourself up he pressed the head of his dick on your lips, you opened wider and took him in your mouth, bobbing your head and enjoying the saltiness of the precum flowing on your tongue. Chrollo shoved his dick deeper, fucking your face ruthlessly then held you still, nails raking your scalp while he was filling your throat with his cum. Tears well up to your eyes and you exhaled coughing when he pull out. Chrollo lied down breathing heavily beside you, and you let yourself fall back to bed. Your body was light and sore at the same time. You closed your eyes, physical and mental exhaustion caught up to you and your mind slipped away toward the embrace of sleep.

You woke up alone, naked and shivering. Putting back your clothes your looked around you. Your heart skipped a beat, you were alone. You jumped out of bed and pushed the stool aside. Lying on the floor was the sword you were ready to throw your life for. Not an umbrella, the real sword. It should have stayed in this form for eight days, something was very very wrong. Trembling, you placed your hands on it, visualizing an umbrella. Nothing. You tried with other objects only for the result to stay the same. You couldn’t use your ability.

So that’s was it. You sank into the floor, tears flowing down your cheeks. Chrollo didn’t care about the sword. Everything made so much sense all of the sudden. It was worthless for him, the most important object for you was trash in his eyes. He could have taken it with him when he left but it wasn’t even worth it. No, he took something even more precious, something you never imagined you’d lose, what you’ve considered a part of yourself, something you nurtured and polished for so long. And it was gone.

You cried for a long time, hugging the sword on your chest. Waiting to wake up from this nightmare.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo scenario #ask #smut #chrollo lucilfer #I have not proofed read this one either #it's late and I just want to go to bed #but I need the instant gratification to post something #I'm a shitty writter #I found a ridiculous way to make the reader use her nen #but don't be a tough customer #I tried.

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amoosewritesfanfic · 5 years ago

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Hi, how are you, how are you keeping are you safe during quarentine? Anyways I was wondering if you could do a shinsou x reader x bakugou sort of like shinsou and bakugou realise they love y\n and they try and fight for her love but in the end she can't choose so they have a poly relationships, you don't need to take this request if you want to I know you are probably busy with writing so its ok. Anyways hope you are ok during this quarantine so yea, have a good day!

[Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader x Shinsou Hitoshi]

[+18]

[Warnings: poly, kissing, teasing, theres no sex... for now👀.]

[I own none of the characters or art, all credit goes to original creators]

You were in a bit of a pickle at the moment.

Both Shinsou Hitoshi and Katsuki Bakugo had confessed to you on the same day, but different times.

So you were sitting with somewhat of a problem now, but the problem wasn't that you couldn't decide the problem was the two screaming at each other.

Of course Katsuki was being vulgar and causing those small explosions to go off but Shinsou, to your surprise hadn't even used his quirk to shut Katsuki up.

"Oi, Y/N who do you want?!" Katsuki said startling you slightly, but you looked up at the two of them, your cheeks flushed bright red.

They really didn't need to make a scene like this.

"Can... can we not do this here please." You plead, it felt like the entire student body was sitting and watch the two fight for your affections.

"Alright." Was all Shinsou said as he took hold of your hand and led you and Katsuki, who followed grumbling something about blowing up the sleep deprived grape...

You took hold of Katsuki's hand as well to ease his stress and he almost immediately calmed down, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

...

Once the three of you were out of the schools prying eyes Shinsou turned to look at you and Katsuki, Katsuki shifted so his was standing next to Shinsou so you could look at the both of them.

Both of them still holding onto your hands with no signs of letting go. Your face felt hot, but it was more from embarrassment.

"Look you two..." you started, you felt both of them tensing up.

"I really appreciate you both confessing to me, it honestly was really sweet of you guys, but I honestly don't think I could pick between you two. Don't get me wrong. You're both so amazing and if I had the choice I would date the both of you..." you explained.

"You make my heart flutter and it would probably be selfish to ask to date both of you..." you whispered.

Shinsou shook his head, a hand lifting to stroke your cheek.

"Honestly it isn't, but are you sure you like this blonde bastard?" Shinsou asked glancing over at Katsuki who was awfully quiet considering he just got dissed.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Polygamy..." Katsuki said quietly.

"What did you say Kat?" You asked, nothing having heard the blonde very clearly.

"We could have a polyamorous relationship... I heard shitty Deku talking about it the other day... if..." he paused.

He looked so venerable... and soft it made your heart flutter.

"If you want to date us both then I'm willing to try it." He then finished.

"Oh? That's rare for you to be so compliant Bakugou." Shinsou said giving him a small smirk.

"Shut up, fuckin' insomniac, this is for her not you." Katsuki growled and you gave him a soft smile.

"I think I want to try it, but are you both okay with it?" You asked looking at Shinsou curiously, he just ruffled your hair.

"Of course kitten, if this blonde idiot can do it then so can I. Just think of it as getting double the love." Shinsou said giving you a lazy smile.

You heard Katsuki mumble "fuck you" to Shinsou but the purple haired male didn't make a remark.

"I'll work hard too, I'll make sure neither of you are unsatisfied!" You said giving their hands a squeeze.

Both Shinsou and Katsuki looked at you slightly surprised, light blush dusting their cheeks at the way you said it, it was so innocent and pure.

Just like you.

You were so innocent, sometimes you even forgot, the way your clothes always hugged your curves or showed just the right amount of cleavage was criminal both Katsuki and Shinsou went feral at the idea of destroying that pure innocence.

As vulgar as it sounded, they wanted to see how much you could take... they wanted to see you covered in cum and sweat, they wanted to see the way your legs trembled as you came for them.

"Careful princess, don't make such big promises." Katsuki immediately said, pulling you close for a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip, almost making you moan.

"No fair kitten I want a kiss too~" Shinsou teased. Katsuki broke the kiss and Shinsou immediately caught your lips between his.

Your body felt tingly from the kisses, they were both so... soft, but Katsuki had more urgency in his kisses.

"Look at how flustered you are kitten~ are you getting turned on?~" Shinsou cooed against your skin, Katsuki had no hesitation in rubbing his hands along your curves, hands touching your hips and the curve of your ass.

"N-no... I'm not." You whined quietly, Shinsou cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb along your bottom lip, instinctively you parted your lips.

"Fuck princess~" Katsuki was now behind you, his hands trailing along your curves before moving up to cup your breasts.

"What a lewd body you have, you know how fuckin' hard it is to restrain myself from fucking you~" Katsuki growled into your ear making your shiver, your lips parting a bit more, your thighs squeezing together.

"Now now Katsuki, if you fuck her here, we might not be able to fully enjoy her later, I want to unwrap her like a present~" Shinsou teased sliding his thumb into your mouth, rubbing your tongue with the pad of his thumb, indigo hues staring deep into your eyes.

"You're right for once, what do you say princess~ Do you wanna get fucked silly?~" Katsuki hummed against your ear, pressing himself against you making you whimper against Shinsous thumb.

You gave a slow nod.

"That's a good kitten, we're gonna ravage you until you can't think straight~" Shinsou promised as he pulled his thumb from your mouth running it over your bottom lip, your spit glistening on your bottom lip.

Sweet merciful gods... what did you get yourself into?

[Did I just tease y'all?

Yeah I did lmao, but but, the wait will be worth it when I do a part two😌

Love y'all 👀❤]

[Also! I'm doing well! Quarantine is driving me wild, i just wanna go out bro XD, but I won't. How have you been tho?? Have you been well? I hope you all are at least keeping safe, washing your hands, taking your meds and staying hydrated. Also if you can please stay inside!!]

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero x reader #smut #bnha smut #boku no hero academia smut #my hero academia smut #reader x my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader x hitoshi shinsou

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leviskokoro · 4 years ago

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Mari in Twisted Wonderland | abridged version

ayyyy bois guess who finally decidied to write that headcanon post about my mc in twisted wonderland.

Warnings | brief mention of a suicide attempt

Prologue

As Mari stepped out the portal back home, she gave a shaky sigh. The amount of emotions racking her body was nearly overwhelming. Her stay in the Devildom was over. The faces she grew used to were gone. She was left in a place that she stopped calling home a long time ago.

Her chocolate gaze turned to the environment around her. It seemed to be the rooftop that she stood on before she was dropped into Hell. She recalled why she was there in the first place. It was certainly fortunate that she was prevented from doing what she was going to do and was given a chance at a better life.

She placed her bag down and sat on a bench nearby. The weather was actually quite pleasant, not a single cloud in sight. Her eyelids fluttered shut, resting for a moment.

But when they opened, she wasn’t in the same place anymore.

Darkness surrounded her vision. A single mirror was in front of her.

Her eyebrows furrowed. Huh? What’s this?

A hand reached out from the mirror. Oddly enough, it seemed to beckon to her. A strong urge to take the hand.

And before she could understand what was going on, Mari felt her body act on its own, reaching for the hand and taking it.

Everything that happened after was but a blur.

When Mari came to, she found herself in a strange place filled with coffins. And in front of her was this strange creature that resembled a cat.

The cat introduced himself as “The Great Grim” and threatened her with roasting her if she didn’t give him the clothes in the suitcase beside her.

From one world to another. It seemed that she couldn’t catch a break. Regardless, she started running out of the room of coffins once she heard him, mentally thanking Mammon for teaching her how to run from danger.

The place she was in turned out to be another school, seeing the classrooms and hallways. She ended up in the library, thinking it might be a good hiding spot from that strange being.

Only to find herself wrong when she turned around to see him.

Fortunately, this man with a crow mask saved her using his “whip of love”

That sounded awfully familiar…

Then, he started scolding her, thinking she was a student and that this Grim guy was her familiar. But it was only until he turned to her that he noticed that she was a girl.

“You’re… a woman?!”

Her eyes narrowed at him and placed her hands on her hips. “I can leave if you want me to. Just tell me where I am and I’ll be on my way.”

He cleared his throat and apologized. “Excuse me, the teleportation magic must’ve left you disoriented. Well, it’s fine. It doesn’t make too much of a difference. I’ll explain it to you along the way, for I am gracious.”

He explained to her that she was in Night Raven College and introduced himself as Dire Crowley. It appeared that the world she was in was called Twisted Wonderland. Strange.

As she listened to him, she wondered if she should tell him she couldn’t use magic. But then figured that it’d be rude to interrupt him.

They finally got to the entrance ceremony. People saw her and seemed to be surprised, whispering stuff like “What’s a girl doing in here?”

Dark Mirror was like “bro this bitch empty (of magic)” and hell broke loose especially after Grimm broke free to set everything on fire.

Time for Mari’s first impressions of the dorm leaders so far

Riddle - Reminds her of Luke. Short and strict.

Kalim - poor guy got his butt set on fire

Leona - he hot (not literally like Kalim tho) but grumpy

Vil - hair goals. Probably takes better care of his hair than her mother has taken care of her in her entire lifetime. Has a pleasing color scheme as well.

Azul - why does he talk like he’s always being overdramatic?

But also

Riddle: collars Grim

Azul: I want it… No. I wouldn’t ever want that cast on me

Mari, internally: kinky…??

Idia - Well, he wasn’t even physically there and seemed to just be using a floating tablet to talk. Might be a shut-in like Levi.

Malleus - she felt bad for a guy she’s never met. Like damn he didn’t get invited

So then Crowley was like “you can't stay here bc you dont have magic”

Mari is like “understandable have a good day”

Man, that was a quick adventure. At least she won’t have to stay for long.

Lol sike

Dark Mirror: lol I can’t find this bitch’s home in this world

Mari tells Crowley where she’s from. He’s like “Never heard of it” and checks the library, only to find nothing in the world maps.

He decides to let her stay in the Ramshackle Dorm. She sees it and is like “Damn, why does Literal Hell look more appealing than this place?”

Mari’s like “I’ve been in the Devildom. Ghosts don’t scare me” when she meets the ghosts in the dorm.

Timeskip to when she and Grimm meet Ace because she doesn’t do much ngl.

She’s trying to yell at Grim to stop but can’t get close bc ow fire

They burnt the Queen of Hearts’ statue and Crowley is like “fuck you. Go clean like 100 windows”

Mari and Grim wait for Ace but realize he’s ditching so they chase after him.

She runs into Deuce and asks him for help but he was just “GIRL?!”

Fortunately Grim stepped in and yelled at him to help.

BOOM! Cauldron.

More chaos ensued after Grim ran off and they ended up breaking the chandelier.

Then they gotta find that magic crystal to give to Crowley or else they get expelled. Mari is just exasperated. Why did literal demons from hell give her less trouble than these people? They even tried to murder her a few times!

Regardless, she still keeps her cool and guides them when it comes to fighting that shadow beast monster.

Ace: How are you so calm?!

Mari: Have you ever been to Hell?

They get the crystal, Grim eats the black rock, she’s just like “Oh he’s like Beel”

They get the rock to Crowley, he’s like “wow i didn’t think you’d actually do it”

Mari explained what happened and he’s like -surprised pika- then cries about something about her being a beast tamer or whatever before being like “aight you and grim are one student now and also you’re not expelled anymore.”

“But Headmaster, she’s a girl-” “shhh she’s an exception. As I am so gracious, I am giving her a place to stay while I try to find a way for her to get home.”

“Also have this Ghost Camera lmao. You’re barely ever gonna use it in the story but have it anyway”

And she’s like “Understandable have a good day”

Deuce wanted to thank her but still has trouble talking to her bc girl and Ace teases him for it

She told him she wasn’t going to bite him or anything which made him relax slightly. Everyone is happy. Mari thinks that these guys might not be so bad.

Soon enough, they went on their separate ways to their dorms.

Happily Ever After. Lol jk there are like 4 more chapters to this story as of now. Suffering doesn’t end

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #ace trappola #deuce spade #dire crowley

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 4 years ago

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Animalistic, pt 2, but I tried editing it.

Something is really wrong, and Shadow is awfully aware of that...He just... cant say what... Besides Sonic. Something is crearly wrong with that hedgehog.

Mention of a snake, animals, dead animals, and injuries, I guess. I tried editing this chapter, but I am not sure wherever it is better or not. I still like it, tho...

It took him maybe 8 seconds of confused blinking to remember why was an overgrown python chilling on his bed, but once everything loaded and pierced itself together on his mind, Shadow finally managed to find on himself the will to get out of his cozy blankets and stand, carefully picking up his moody companion, and leave him into his tank, no matter how pissed off Kaa may look. “I am, Oh so sorry for disturbing your sleep, your majesty, but that is a no-no place for you to be and you know it.” He snorted, before blinking, because, wow, he really must be tired.

Barely awake enough to remember that yes, he needed to wear some kind of paw-wear that wasn’t just socks, he jogged down the steps, groggily searching around the house the reason he had arisen from his warm, and delicious, and maaaaybee self-indulging dream, but what the hell, it was all on his head, wasn’t it? And unless it was the dream police he fucking wasn’t feeling sorry for his fantasies.

Anyway.

He was sure he had heard something…

“Well, hello there, little mister.” He cooed, picking up Baloo from where the baby bear had wandered, chucking lowly at the dispirited face of the now busted cub. Scrooge was close to the door, looking warily and keeping guard as Mowgly was being his dumb self in the middle of the living room, roaming around and pawing at everything that gained his attention, not a bit undeterred by Shadow appearance. If Something, it seemed like he was even more energetic than before, happily running to him and trying to play with the large ears and little horns of his slippers.

While Mowgly and Baloo had warmed incredibly quickly to Shadow and the secure room he had made for them during this first 2 days, Scrooge was reserved, to not be insulting, and didn’t like so much wherever Shadow came closer, pawing away his hands, sneezing or growling until she decided she wanted food. She was….a moody motherfucker, there really wasn’t a round way about it.

That was why he was certain that Ebeneeza Scrooge was a perfect name.

Though ¨¨Scary little bitch¨¨ wasn’t so far off the mark, either. It was just too long, and Scalibi was taken.

She was the real reason he feared to be stabbed during his sleep...

So far, everything normal, Right?

A calm, fresh night, or as calm as they get when you are Shadow the hedgehog and you are taking care of the very thing you may or may not have a phobia for.

Now, Can somebody explain him what the fuck happened to that “normal” he just had? Because shit, he couldn’t find it anymore and he wanted it back. For yesterday.

It all started when not so long after he ushered the bears back to where they were sleeping, his back door started being scratched on, which wasn’t such a normal occurrence and really, Shadow should have realized since that moment that something was off.

He wasn’t sure what kind of otherworldly being possessed him in that instant, but je made the mistake of opening the door without checking properly, and really, what was he? A rookie or something?

What was he thinking?!

Immediately, 12 raccoons ran in, closely followed by what he was certain were at least 18 bunnies. And then, while he had been busy gaping like a dumbass, 9 giggling foxes squeezed past, as well as-- where those squirrels?

Yes, that definitely were 23 or something squirrels.

And a rat.

A big, fat as shit, and really ugly looking greyish-black rat.

Oh sir, what disgusting creation was that?

He closed the door and put the lock on it, leaning heavily on its surfaces and racking his brain while trying to decide wherever he had ingested something strange or not during the day, but nothing came. He could not find any coherent reason about why had these animals decided to invade his house like this.

Well…

They had come searching for refuge in the past, that was true, but it was because of storms or something of the like….

Oh. Maybe it was what all of this was about? But, he hadn’t heard any thunder, and there was no rain, nor wind picking up.

Come to think about it, it hadn’t rained in like 6 days.

He didn’t… he didn’t have time to this.

Just as he was doing his best at calming down what looked like a hurt raccoon having a panic attack, if that even makes sense, and was actually and surprisingly succeeding in doing so, all hell broke loose when the window of his living room broke in a splash of glass accompanied by a very manly screech, and 7 scared deer’s jumped into the house, cuts and stuck glass pieces making their blood come say hi. The rabbits went crazy, and the foxes started screeching and doing that weird pat-pat thing dogs do while happy, just that the foxes weren’t happy, and neither was Shadow.

He was sure the raccoon he was holding died of a heart attack for 4 agonizing seconds.

<<Same, buddy. >>

This was… this was bad.

Like really, really bad.

And of course, it just got worse when wolves jumped in, and the growling, or screaming in that fox’s case, started once again.

Was that fox… peeing in his floor!? OH SHIT IT WAS! IT PEED ALL OVER HIS BLACK STELLAR RUG!

It wasn’t even 8 pm, what the actual fucking shit?!

Shadow felt like screaming. He actually was going to scream like a bitch or a scared child he didn’t care anymore. He was done, oh shit.

Shadow breathed deeply, resisted the urge of biting his forearm or screeching like a banshee into his coffin like cushion, and exhaled, trying not to scare any of the already panicking animals around him, and to not succumb to his own panic in the middle of this disaster. He breathed once again.

He was better than this.

This…this was nothing compared to some of the things he had been through in the past.

This was fine. He totally wasn’t hyperventilating over such a thing.

Right. Cool head. Everything was going to be alright for as long as he didn’t succumb to his panic. It was easy. Totally.

Mh-hm…

Once he made sure the raccoon was actually breathing, he left it clung to his back as he made his way to his window, carefully stepping between the glass, rodents, and paws, as he had noticed that the smell of blood was thicker in that part after sniffing around.

Shadow wasn’t that surprised to see two heavily injured wolves in his front porch, panting as 3 young deers warily made their way over.

This was… going to be a long night of no sleep, right?

Thank god he didn’t need to go to the G.U.N. headquarters or the FF central for the whole week. Were he to see their faces tomorrow, at least someone was bound to get a fucking punch in the mouth.

He was betting Silver.

Maybe Amy.

A while later, when he finished with the first wolf, he looked up to find Gumdrop looking back at him. Other 14 ravens and like 8 Macaws and who-has-the-time-to-count other birds he didn’t knew the name of were trying to sleep in the couch support, and there were frogs hiding under his chairs and couch, a few even jumping up to his small coffee table.

6 wild cats and their 9 cubs where chilling by the door, and it seemed the wolves, deer’s, and Foxes came to an understanding and were keeping to themselves, not moving an inch into the others space, and thanks heaven, having no discussions over territory, as he wasn’t sure about how would thing end if his unexpected visitors decided to break a brawl into his house in such a time.

Shadow wondered if he could offer the rat or whatever that thingwas to the wolves as a reward for not peeing, unlike others he was glaring to. He decided they were his favorites and it had totally nothing to do with how one of them decided that lying next to him was a wonderful idea… as well as licking his thigh with abandon [which on second though may be a way to express their anxiety and shouldn’t be so cute.]

Nothing to do with that overgrown puppy he was dying to pet. Not at all.

He wasn’t so stupid as to try and touch an actual wild wolf he had never come in contact before.

Convincing the deer´s to let him heal their injuries was tricky, nervous, scared, and certainly put off by Shadow himself and his med kit as they were, but he managed after a long while of murmuring softly, yummy treats, and petting. He noticed that some of the cuts were made by claws, thick, strange claws he remembered still, and not only by glass, as he had though initially.

It was a big “oh.” Moment. He…he really hadn’t thought about that. But, why would he, right? Shadow had been so sure that it was just a one-time incidence, an isolated occurrence, something that came across the place, and maybe left after, once everything was done. It had happened before…

The proof of how careless he had been, how innocent, if you may, how wrongin his believe was laying right in front him, like an accusing hand directly thrown in his face.

He had to manually re-start the heart of 4 cubs, two raccoons, 3 wolves, and 6 rabbits that night.

He found 5 quills into the fur of the animals that night.

They matched the one on his bedside table completely, no doubt they were from the same animal or the same kind, at least.

Shit.

Shit shit shit, shit.

He wanted to punch something so bad on his frustration. How had he been so naïve? How? He had fucked up big time, there wasn’t space for a doubt now. What was he going to do? How could he make up for this disgrace?

Shit.

Should he hunt?

Shadow… He really didn’t sleep that night, even though he knew he needed to. Attending wound after wound, getting bitten, scratched, throw off his paws, and even being thrown up on became a routine somewhere down the line, the fact that he was running out of pots to put clean water on, bandages and other necessities never out of his mind as more and more scared animals came to his door.

What was out there?

How could he sleep in a moment like that?

Had the animal’s sounds or injuries left him, the bone chilling howling he heard at 1 AM, and then later at 4 AM really gave no option. He would have woken up anyway, startled and panicking as much as the animals around him, and it would just have been a more difficult scenario to handle.

Even the wolves shuddered and searched for comfort, scared and intimidated by what they heard and saw, most likely.

It was better this way. Even if he felt a bit sluggish and rather tired, he could hold. He was trained for this, wasn’t he?

He just…wondered why he felt so affect about this. Almost… sick.

Once the time came, he went out to run like every day, undeterred, stepping into the thick foliage like usual. The sunlight barely made it to the ground, so everything was gloomy and humid still, not really reliable to walk around unless you knew the territory.

He found 4 strange dips into the earth, like the one he previously slipped on, and 1 wolf and 3 deer’s corpses.

One was destroyed, as if attacked in a fit of rage, and 2 of the deers were nothing but bones by now, munched on by this new creature he had not seen yet, and others scavengers of the zone. It had been clearly full by then, or at least coming closer to it, as the remaining one still had a lot on…Well.

Maybe saying “a lot” was being too generous. But there was some fur still attached. Fur he could use… maybe?

Ugh.

Shadow couldn’t help but compare his own bite to it.

The difference was jarring and unpleasant to find. His lethal fangs were small in comparison, and his claws were but a joke.

He knew it could also mean nothing. Even if the creature was big, Shadow could still take it on, and win.

It was okay.

He breathed out slowly.

Shadow went back home early that day, cutting his trip short, trying to stop feeling as if something was staring at him from the top of the trees, following his steps in such a quiet manner he couldn’t place from where he was being followed exactly.

Mocking, maybe, but intense.

He fed the bears, and did his best to help the animals inside eat something and lure them out.

A few looked scared, still. Wary. And Shadow, with a sinking emotion in his stomach, found he couldn’t blame them.

He wondered why he hadn’t stopped feeling sick.

#What or who is partying in the forest?#Shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #Not Sonic unleashed #O I forgot to mention #There´s a racoon that may or may not be having a panic attack #and yes that one is me #Sonadow #Though for the moment is Shadow centric #My writing #animalistic

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twokinkybeans · 4 years ago

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Huldugaldur [Starker]

Summary: Peter Parker gets his hands on alien sex pollen with Thor's help and uses it to seduce Tony.

Notes: Written for our 600 follower line prompt challenge. I got the following prompt: "He's saved many different lives in many different ways, but "fuck or die" is definitely the one that takes the cake."

This wasn't supposed to be angsty but... Well, that's what happened whoops. I'm sorry, but this is what it turned out to be! Please read the tags carefully, this ain't a sweet, fluffy thing. - Kim

Warnings: Nff, dubious consent, drug use, sex pollen, fuck or die, manipulation, repressed feelings, angst, smut, unresolved sexual/emotional/romantical tension, bad ending.

Huldugaldur:

The first seeds for the idea plant themselves into Peter’s head on an early Sunday morning in October. The rain outside is splattering on the windows. It sounds like a drum concert that announces the beginning of Autumn the way drummers used to announce their arrival on a battlefield. Peter doesn’t mind the harsh downpour. It’s the perfect excuse to stay inside and enjoy his day off. Being a superhero and all, those are a rarity. Peter is propped up on his elbows, his eyes skimming over the lines of the new issue of his favorite comic book series. He keeps his collection hidden in a locked box underneath his bed. The mere idea of May finding out that her nephew gets off to drawings of muscular, dangerous extraterrestrials with giant slimy tentacles- Yeah. He’d rather keep that to himself. May is away for the weekend, though, and Peter intends to make the most of it; enjoying his guilty pleasures without any disturbances.

Yesterday evening after she’d left, Peter had bought the new issue at the small shop just around the corner. The reviews of this specific piece had been off the charts, and Peter agrees with the praise. Fuck, it’s absolutely sensational. Peter has already jerked off to it three times in this past hour, and his still hard-and-ready-to-go dick is leaking small drops of precum into his cotton sheets. He’s trying not to hump against them yet but his hips are moving back and forth slightly on their own accord. It’s insane, absolutely insane, how stunning the graphics of this story are. Peter’s nostrils flare slightly as he keeps on reading, turning page after page, watching the main character get sprayed on with a particular type of sex pollen that forces them to fuck- or they’ll die. The sheer desperateness has Peter whine out loud with need. He presses his groin down a bit more forcefully and gasps at the electrifying sparks deep in his abdomen. His soft, breathy panting becomes louder and louder until his eyes flutter shut. He shivers all over, trying to not dig his fingers into the paper pages- one more thrust- and comes with a silent cry. He stains his bed and himself and damn. Peter goes limp, trying to catch his breath for a second. Just a short bit, and then he’ll continue reading and start all over again.

Oh, he thinks as he stares at the wall. If only he could experience such a rush in real life as well…

Peter sits upright, his eyes wide and shocked. What… What if he could?

Peter jumps up from the conference table and rushes after Thor. He’d been waiting for the God to finish his conversation with Dr. Strange and he must’ve zoned out. “Uhm, Thor?” “Yes, my young lad?” Peter cracks a smile at the name. He wonders if he shouldn’t be feeling nervous about his plan. He feels strangely calm about all of this. Thor has seen and done so many things in his immortal life that Peter doesn’t think he’ll think of the question as odd. “So, I saw this thing on TV- about eh, pheromones on other planets that make you crave sex? I was wondering if something like that exists in our universe?” Thor laughs, a deep rumbling sound coming from the deity’s throat. He puts his hand on Peter’s shoulder and leans in. Almost as if they’re friends about to share a secret.

“We do have something like that indeed. In Asgard, we call it the Huldugaldur. Way before I was even born, my father could harvest it in Álfheimr- but not too long after that, the Dökkálfar were banished to Midgard. Now, the Ljósálfar are its keepers. For a reason. The Huldugaldur is highly addictive and will lure simple humans to their death. Only if you pay a fair price, you can get your hands on the substance.” Thor explains. Peter’s mind spins with all the new information and he has to keep himself from bouncing on his feet as he asks the next question. “Would it lure you to your death, too?” “Nope,” Thor grins. “For us… It’s a celebratory elixir. Makes one feel aroused. I think you mortals would call it a party drug.” Peter presses his lips together for a second as he ponders his next move. “Can I… Try it?” “Look, little hatchling, you are certainly strong enough to withstand it and reap from its pleasures. But there’s a catch. If you don’t make love to someone, you’ll die.”

Peter’s mind provides him with the memory he resents and cherishes most. Soft, slightly chapped lips pressed eagerly onto his. Fuck, Peter can still feel the rough stubble scratching past his cheek. Two years. It’s been two years since Tony Stark drunkenly kissed him and confessed his love. Peter hard just turned twenty-one, but Tony still felt disgusted with himself and told him harshly that they would never work out. Peter had stopped fighting back against the argument after a few weeks but he never stopped hoping Tony might change his thoughts. Maybe… Maybe if the man gets a nudge in the right direction... “Oh,” Peter whispers to Thor. “I know just the candidate.”

Peter is pumped about all of this. So excited he doesn’t even want to think about the possible consequences. He’ll finally get to truly experience the thrill of the sex pollen, and he’ll get to fuck the man he’s been longing for for so long now. “Peter-” “Please, please can I try the elixir?”

Peter doesn’t have to wait long before Thor gifts him a beautifully carved glass-like bottle. Deep red fluid swirls inside it whenever it moves. Peter has to admit that even just looking at it makes him feel jittery and low-key aroused. “So, I just… Drink it?” “Yes,” Thor answers. The God looks awfully out of place with his shining armor, long hair, cape… in Peter’s cramped bedroom filled with old reach and nerdy posters. “I took this from my father’s collection. This should be enough to do the trick for you.”

Peter swallows. For the first time, the nerves start kicking in. It’s all becoming so real now. A small voice in the back of his mind wonders if he should politely decline the Huldugaldur drug after all. His curiosity wins, tho, and he reaches out for it. Thor scrapes his throat. “Are you sure you still want this, sticky boy?” “It can’t go wrong, can it?” “Well- It could. Highly unlikely, but possible. Rest assured, I know how to help people through the elixir if the plan doesn’t work out.” “Sex?” “No, it’s… A mind trick Loki taught me. Don’t ask, better not to know. All you need to know is that I won’t let you die if your plan of fucking Stark fails.” “H-how-” “Everyone knows about the kiss,” Thor waves it off. “There’s a reason I agreed to give you the Huldugaldur.”

Somehow, that’s all the encouragement Peter needed to nod firmly. “I want to try it, then. I… I want to feel what it’s like.” Peter sighs and runs a hand through his chestnut hair, ruffling it slightly and then dragging it to one side- knowing it’ll look better that way. Thor nods. “It should work instantly, so I recommend taking sip by sip until your mind clouds a little. A warm feeling will spread through your chest, and your manhood will erect.” Peter nods, his shaky fingers reaching out for the bottle. Thor wishes him good luck and confirms he’ll be waiting at the park in front of Peter’s flat in case it won’t work out as planned. Once Thor is gone, he downs the bottle in one go.

He waits.

And nothing happens. Nothing at all.

Tony can’t believe what he’s hearing. Peter is standing in the doorway. His face flushed, jaws clenched, trembling feverishly. Tony’d been drifting off, his head lolling back and forth above the desk when Peter had slammed the door open. “Tony- Please. There’s no time to explain. I took this elven drug I got from Thor, and if I don’t fuck anyone, I’ll die.” Tony blinked. He's saved many different lives in many different ways, but "fuck or die" is definitely the one that takes the cake. “What?” “Tony, please, I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

Tony doesn’t know what to do. His mind is racing with thoughts he can’t quite make sense of. He knows exactly which drug Peter is talking about- Thor bragged about it more often than not. Why would Peter take it? Why- Of course, of course Peter would take it. He’s too curious. Loves experimenting. Tends to overestimate his body’s capacities at handling dangerous things. “Peter, can’t you ask anyone else?” Tony wants to curse at how his voice wavers. “You know- you know we can’t .” Tony swallows once. He’s no longer drowsy with sleep. No. His heart is pumping fast to spread the shot of adrenaline through his body. If Peter dies- no no no. Tony can’t bear the thought. But he doesn’t want to give in to all these years of denying himself and the boy what they both want. He tried to be the responsible adult for so long, and now this ?

“Who?” Peter’s lips tremble, his eyes showing the clear hurt from the rejection. “I don’t want to fuck anyone I don’t fully trust the way I trust you. I,” Peter’s words are cut off mid-sentence as he lets out a whiny noise, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans. “P-please, Mr. Stark- It hurts…” Tony’s heart breaks for the boy and before he knows what he’s doing, he nods and spreads his arms. Not even a second later, he’s knocked back by the force of Peter straddling his lap and kissing him passionately- the boy’s slender hands already tugging at the buttons of Tony’s waistcoat. “Peter, slow down, boy.” “Can’t. I can’t. I need you,” Peter murmurs and rolls his hips against Tony’s stomach. Tony gasps when he feels the fierce hard-on against his body. He inhales sharply, as he too can feel the slowly building tingling sensation in his balls. His cock hardens where the boy grinds himself against it. Tony’s growing weaker and weaker and he sucks Peter’s bottom lip into his mouth harshly. He’s been wanting this for so long. Too long. And perhaps, the denial had been so repressive that right now there’s no self-control left. No self-control, where Tony’s hands slide down to cup Peter’s beautiful, firm buttcheeks to help him grind faster. No self-control when Peter hastily undresses himself to reveal his gorgeous abs.

“Mmmmmh!” Peter moans into Tony’s mouth while sliding the waistcoat off Tony’s shoulders and starts unbuttoning the dress shirt too. At this point, Peter is too far gone. Too sexually frustrated to open up the buttons one by one. He rips the shirt off Tony’s body and discards the torn fabric onto the floor. Tony’s hips meet Peter’s with every thrust. “Pete, Pete, baby. What do you need?” “Fuck me, fuck me Tony please.” “Have you had sex before?” “Mm- couple times. Not much. ‘S okay I can take it.” Peter babbles and Tony’s eyebrows furrow together. No. No this isn’t right. Not like this. Something about this is very very off and he should keep that in mind. In any other situation they would not be doing this. All he can do is make sure Peter feels good again. Tony can’t let himself get carried away. “Hold onto me, baby, lemme carry you to my bedroom.”

Peter obeys and as Tony stands up, the boy wraps his legs around the older man’s waist. He doesn’t stop grinding though, and when they reach the elevator, Tony traps the kid between the mirror and his own body to kiss him like he is the one almost dying. “Peter, fuck, I’m so sorry.” “N-no, no Tony it’s okay. Please. This is a dream come true and-” Peter chokes on his breath and his eyes widen. Quickly, Peter tries to make up for his mistake. “I- I mean, you’re saving me? There’s no need to be sorry and-”

Tony freezes. Turns entirely frigid at Peter’s words. That’s… That’s… “Friday,” Tony breathes quietly. He watches the horror spread on Peter’s face and Tony’s heart sinks. No. No, no, no. “Show me Peter Parker’s vitals.” “Tony, I-” “Quiet,” Tony hisses. Peter is still clinging onto him, but no longer grinding as if his life depends on it. Perhaps, perhaps it hadn’t depended on it at all. “Vitals are good. A slight rise in heart rate but that is to be expected in the situation you’re in.” “Blood work?” “Nothing unusual, boss.”

Tony’s gaze crosses over Peter’s face. It’s awfully disheartening to see the guilt spread onto Peter’s face. “Mr. Stark, I can-” “No. I don’t want to hear it.” Tony closes his eyes for a second and slowly he lowers Peter back onto the floor. Tony takes a step back. He can feel his mind taking control. He’s in charge of this situation again. His heart turning cold and distant, cutting off any emotion that had been there just mere seconds earlier. He wishes he could scream, take the anger out right away. But instead he simply shuts down. Peter betrayed him. Peter, someone he deemed to be one of his best friends and teammates despite their crush on the other. Tony knows they can never be the same again. Not after this. The man had managed to live happily enough without his hands on the young adult, that he could live with… But this… His heart breaks with the realization of everything they could’ve been.

“Mr. Stark- you don’t understand. Please, please let me explain. I swear, I swear I took the drug. You can ask Thor! It just didn’t work as I’d hoped and-” “I said, I don’t want to hear it. You,” Tony sniffs once and points at the boy in front of him. “I don’t fucking care what you did. How on Earth you were stupid enough to take a drug meant for Gods - if you even did. You’ve been reckless. Irresponsible. I thought you changed, thought you had your impulses under control.” Tony takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to say any of this, but he has to. “But the worst part is that you took advantage of my weakness for your own gain, and that is something I can never forgive you for.”

Ping.

Tony looks up warily and sees the elevator has reached his private suite. Tony eyes the kid one more time before stepping out. Tears are rolling down Peter’s cheeks. His eyes are red and puffy, he’s trembling. Tony can see how sorry Peter is. How much he wants to make things right. Well, Tony reckons, he should’ve thought about that before he decided to do this. “Friday, please take Peter Parker back to the lab.” “Tony, please, please no-” Peter cries. Tony doesn’t listen to his pleas and continues. “Let him collect his things, and escort him to the lobby. Once he’s out, please deny him access to the Tower for an unknown period of time. No one has the authority to let him back in but me.” “Tony!” “Friday, close the doors.” “Yes, boss.”

Tony turns around, shutting out the sounds of Peter, begging Tony to let him stay. The sound fades when the doors close, only muffled noises coming from the metal box until it completely dies down. “Tony, can you please confirm once more.” “Confirmed.” Tony is met with a deafening silence. He breathes. In. And out. Once. Twice. His eyes sting with tears he angrily tries to keep from spilling. His vision is blurred. The New York skyline is nothing more than a grey patch where Tony stares out the windows.

Again. Again he’d trusted someone who is clearly unworthy of it. He feels bitter. Humiliated. Naked. He swears quietly as he makes way to his bedroom to grab the first sweater he can find and pulls it down over his head. It’s not enough. He can still feel Peter’s fingertips on his chest. His own body feels like a prison he can’t escape from. With shaking hands he reaches for the flask of whiskey standing peacefully on his nightstand and downs it in one go. It burns in his throat. The oaky, sweet yet smokey taste on his tongue is not enough to get rid of the sugary taste that had been on Peter’s lips. With a loud roar, he smashes the glass bottle onto the floor. He watches the shattered pieces, and finally, finally a sob rises in his chest. He drops onto his knees, his hands clawing at the wooden floor. He’s aware that a small piece of glass is digging into his thumb but he doesn’t care. He sobs. And sobs. And wonders what the fuck he did wrong for the universe to punish him over and over again.

“I trusted you,” he whispers into the empty room. “I trusted you.”

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marvelstcrk · 6 years ago

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Bailing Out

CHAPTER II: Stark

pairing: tony stark x daughter!reader

word count: idk cause i wrote it in my notes and added a lot of stuff after pasting it here, but it’s well over 1k

summary: you’ve lived with your aunt and her family after your mother died. one day, you got arrested and your father whom you have never met came to bail you out.

a/n: thank you so much on over 100 notes on the first part!! it’s really a lot, considering the 30 followers i have haha! i hope you’ll like this part, even tho it’s not even close to the first one

i decided to start naming the chapters and the titles are so bad bare with me

masterlist || series masterlist

You swore you felt your heart sink down to the bottom of your stomach, as your gaze travelled down from the paper in his hands all the way up to the man’s face. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, his jaw hanging in the air.

“Well,” you strated, your voice high pitched, breaking the tense silence “guess you did knock her up!”

His eyes wandered over to yours, “You know-“

“Hey, what happened to you? Weren’t we supposed to have a meeting?” a voice from the behind called, causing you both to turn around. The man standing was Steve Rogers himself. “And who’s this?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “This is Y/N.” You smiled, shooting a wink in the man’s direction. “I’m his daughter.”

“What?”

“I’ll get back to you later, Steve.” Tony said, motioning him to exit the room. Steve didn’t even have time to comprehend what he just saw but silently turned around on his heel and headed towards the door. Tony was faced by your shit eating grin once more. He started tripping over his words. “Okay, uh, this is, well, uh, not something, I mean, if I had known, I, uh-“

“Relax, old man.” you smirked, before adding. “We didn’t know until know.”. Getting up from the couch, you paddled over to the fridge. Tony’s expression screamed confusion, as his eyebrows furrowed together. “How come you’re so relaxed about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of a big deal.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, I have always wondered who my other parent was. But come on, I gave up on life so much time ago, this is actually some relaxing news. The biggest question, finally answered.”

He frowned, tilting his head aside slightly, worry eating him up as he was analysing your words. What do you mean with ‘gave up on life?’ Figuring it probably wasn’t the best time for you to pour your heart out to him, he continued. “You’re- you’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be?” You smiled, this time, a genuine and honest smile. “I would be mad at my mother but what good would that do.” He was speechless, his jaw still hanging in the air. “Relax, it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known. I’d be mad if you did but this way? Nah.”

You could’ve sworn he was fighting tears behind his eyes, no matter how hard he had tried to cover it up. Your expression softened. “You really are nothing like the Tony Stark from TV.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “So, what do we do next?”, you raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to explain further. “We literally found out about each other, what, 6 hours ago?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I don’t know, you’re the adult here.”

Helpful. He rolled his eyes, getting up and walking towards the counter, facing you. “Maybe, if you want to, and if your aunt agrees, I mean, she’s your legal guardian, you could stay here?”

You smirked, opening a bag of chips. “You need to work on your stuttering problem.”

“I don’t have one.”

Chuckling, you nodded “Sure.”

“What- I really don’t!”

“I’m sure my aunt will be okay with it. She doesn’t like me anyways so who cares.” you shrugged, leaning on the cold surface with your elbows.

“Oh, okay. FRIDAY will hook you up with a guest room.”

“Cool. I mean I can take the couch.” Smiling softly, you slowly raised your hand above your head, taking a short sniff at your armpit. “I reek like an old drunk, where can I take a shower?”

“Follow me.”

Returning to the elevator, you listened as he talked to his AI, ignoring important news about some meeting once again. You glimpsed over at him, morning light breaking through the window, lighting the little metal box perfectly. He was facing you with his profile. Now that you though about it, his nose looked awfully like yours.

When you arrived at one of the top floors, he explained to you that that’s where the Avengers live, and showed you to what was now going to be your room. It was quite spacious, with not so much furniture. Upon walking in, you bid your goodbye to him, agreeing to meet downstairs for lunch. After you heard the door shut close, you threw your clothes off and left them scattered all over the floor, heading straight to the shower.

The hot water was beating your back, as you were rethinking what had just gone down. Less than a day ago, you were arrested for doing something you do all the time, but never get busted because Tim is incapable of doing his job. You did like the guy, he was always there and kind, but he was awful at what he did. And now, here you were, taking a shower across the hall from superheroes. Could this be life for you now? Did Tony even want you there? Is he just letting you stay because he feels bad for you or his reputation if this gets out?

That surely doesn’t sound like Tony Stark, but the Tony Stark you’ve seen wasn’t at all like the one in the media. The snarky, flirty, witty, smartass who seems like he thinks he’s above everyone else almost tripped over his own feet in front of you. Still better than what you were expecting to see, when you heard you’d be meeting your father. Hell, it could’ve been Dave.

Tony on the other hand, was roaming around the tower not knowing where to actually go or what to do with himself. He was entering the elevator, when he accidentally bumped into a large figure walking out of it. “Woah- hey, slow down.”

“Sorry, Cap.” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

Steve crossed his arms and leaned against the surface next to the elevator. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I can’t think.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Steve asked, gently placing an arm around Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m fine.”

“How long have you had a daughter?”

“Since last night. She got arrested and her aunt, her legal guardian, didn’t want to bail her out so they found me. But she doesn’t know about that.”

“Is she gonna stay here?”

“I don’t think she’ll want anything to do with me.”

“What?”

“Face it Cap, I’ll screw it up one way or the other.” he answered, pushing himself past Steve and towards the common room. “I mean, whatever’s left to be screwn up. I don’t even know her birthday. What if it’s tomorrow and I don’t congratulate her?”

“Jesus, Tony, calm down.” The man spoke, taking a step forward. “When was the last time you slept?”

Tony stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to think about Steve’s question. “Doesn’t matter.”

“You need to w-“

“Don’t.” he stopped him, placing his hand up in the air. “Just don’t.” Tony sighed, as he felt an arm place itself around his shoulder and squeeze it tightly once more.

“Just relax, alright? You’re gonna do great. Don’t overthink it.”

He closed his eyes, before taking a deep breath. “Thanks, Cap.”

“I’m in a mood for pizza, what about you?” you announced, as you paced into the room, drying your hair with a towel. You saw the two men standing behind the couch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Steve shook his head, turning around to face you. “Y/N, right? I’m Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” you smiled, throwing the towel over your shoulder and holding it in one hand, letting it fall down your back. “Sooo, pizza? Yes or no?”

Tony raised his head, a wide smile plastered over his face. “Pizza sounds great.”

CHAPTER III

Tags: @chonisberonica @stupidlysarcastic

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crowned-ladybug · 6 years ago

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okay so. selfish Marvin Rivals AU thing that got a lil long so. under the cut

something moderately shitty happens one night like Marvin has a nightmare or something and thus goes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night bc this is bullshit and he wants something warm to drink. and then he finds Jackie in the living room even tho it’s like 2am bc when everyone else went to sleep he told himself that okay just one more chapter of this book he’s Really Interested In rn and that was like fifteen chapters ago

Marvin sits with him and Jackie puts the book down Finally and eventually manages to coax him into telling what’s wrong bc Jackie is a people person and he Knows when something is up even if Marvin and him aren’t even that super close yet (this happens before Jackie’s near-dying in the fic). They end up cuddling for Comfort and just chatting about whatever (Marvin asks Jackie about his book and lets him ramble on bc it makes Jackie so happy and bc just hearing his voice go on and on without necessarily understanding is v calming) until Marvin is sleepy and calm enough to go back up to his room and try to sleep again

but before he does that, Jackie a lil nervously asks if they could make this an offical Thing. like make a pact or something. that if one of them needs help they can always, Always turn to the other and just ask for it. that they’re never alone. And Marvin agrees to it buuut while Jackie’s end of the promise is all soft and caring and absolute, Marvin’s has an undertone of “okay but only if it doesn’t inconvenience me” and Jackie does notice that he just doesn’t mention it but if it was a video game you’d get a lil “Jackie will remember that” notif up in the corner of the screen

but they promise, and then go to sleep

and then some time later (still before the end of the original fic), Jackie hurts one of his legs one way or another, probably in a fight, and it’s not the worst he’s ever had but it’s bad enough that he has to stay in bed for a few days and not walk around if he can help it. and at one point it’s only him and Marvin home bc Schneep is at work, Chase is recording and Jameson is out grocery shopping or something. And okay for one, Jackie is bored as hell even with his phone and a couple good books in his reach. But also, the pain in his leg starts to get Bad and he’d already gone through the painkillers sitting on his bedside table (there had only been like two left in the package) and the rest are in the bathroom probably. And he can’t walk bc one. Schneep said no and two. if it hurts so bad lying down he doesn’t wanna find out what it’s like if he walks around

And he wants to text Marvin (who’s probably just in his room) that hey dude could you pls bring me some painkillers and maybe possibly some snacks too? but he also remembers how Marvin made that promise they made so he also Doesn’t wanna ask bc he doesn’t wanna bother him if he’s just. not up to helping

Marvin checks in on him like. an hour later. or maybe just half an hour but either way it feels like ten. to ask if he needs anything and maybe hang out a lil. and Jackie tells him that yeah if he could like bring a painkiller that would be Great and Marvin immediately goes to get him some but when he gets back he goes “jesus christ if you needed a painkiller why didn’t you just fuckin text me or something you dumbfuck” and Jackie just shrugs as he takes the pill and v quietly goes “didn’t wanna bother you” without looking at Marvin

and Marvin is fucking Livid bc wtf why would you be bothering me and also who tf cares if you are you were In Pain i won’t die if i get off my ass for a minute and help you Not Be In Pain?? and Jackie Tries to explain it while still just beating around it instead but eventually he still ends up saying how when they promised they’d help each other. Marvin didn’t really seem up for it

and Marvin feels like such a huge shithead and the fact that Jackie keeps telling him that it’s whatever, it’s okay, when he tries to apologise is only making it Worse. he ends up dropping it for a moment to ask Jackie if he can stay and hang out and Jackie says sure so he lies down with him bc Comfy and goes “yknow what. let’s try that promise thing again. i’ll be there for you too. no conditions this time” and Jackie just Beams at him and it’s v soft and v good

and when they’d agreed on that, Jackie changes topic and goes “okay are the painkillers working like super fast or did you do some magic shit” and Marvin grins and says “magic shit” and looks awfully happy with himself. upon further questioning he tells that via magic he took like. about half of Jackie’s pain upon himself until the painkilers kick in bc that’s the least he could do. Jackie goes all “no wtf why would you do that, i’m fine??” but Marvin just goes “shut up. we’ll share it” and Jackie shuts up and they do

#marvin doesn't magically stop being selfish after that but it's a start #there's a bunch of other shit needed to teach him to like. not be an asshole #kata's chatter #headcanons #rivals au #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man

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loki-hargreeves · 7 years ago

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Loki Imagine, Illusions - Chapter 2

(chapter 1)

Your P.O.V.

The creatures kept oozing out of the portal in the sky, some shooting at humans as others crashed into the skyscrapers. Chaos spread everywhere, including the streets. I saw men and women running around in fear and screaming for their lives. Parts of buildings crashed down on the ground, smashing into a million little pieces. This day had turned into a living nightmare!

I just stood there, simply dumbfounded by the sight. It felt like all my muscles were frozen and my eyes were forced to look at the hole in the sky. It didn't feel real at all. Suddenly a huge chunk of a building seemed to aim straight at me. That's when my brains told me to get to a safe place. I leaped to my side just in time before it would've squished me. My heart bolted to my throat from fear.

I nearly died!

Adrenaline started to take control over my body. I looked around and found my phone on the ground. So I grabbed it and started running to the closest open door. I didn't even feel the pain from landing on the hard ground a few moments earlier. I just ran as fast as I possibly could. In the middle of this mess I heard someone yelling out my name.

''Y/N!'' A man yelled, causing me to stop. I turned around, expecting a familiar face but not the person who was there. The first thing I noticed was the long, red cape. Then came the blonde hair and the huge hammer. The man who had yelled out my name was fucking Thor! A shiver ran down my spine and I had to blink a few times to assure I hadn't gone mad.

''Me?'' I spat out and pointed at my chest. He nodded and then walked closer to me. The confusion was probably evident on my face by now. I had no idea what the hell was happening anymore. New York was getting destroyed by aliens and Thor was speaking to me. How did he even know who I was?

''It is truly an honour to meet you. I would love to explain but we don't have time. I must take you to a safe location'' Thor explained very seriously. It just messed with my head so much that I couldn't think straight. Why did my life matter to someone like him? Thor noticed that I couldn't answer him. So he just wrapped his strong arm around my waist and I didn't even fight against him, knowing easily which one of us was stronger.

''Trust me'' Was all he said before raising his hammer and our feet let go of the ground. Immediately I wrapped my arms around his body, afraid I'd fall down and die. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the fact I was flying. I felt the cool wind around my body as Thor flew us up somewhere.

It's okay..I'm safe..I'm alright, yeah? I'd be just fine..

A couple moments later I felt us landing on something. That's when I dared to open my eyes, shocked to see how quickly he flew up here! It looked a lot like the Stark tower. As I looked around, I was convinced it was indeed it. I saw a machine where a crazy blue beam came from, causing the opening in the sky. ''I need you to hide really well Y/N. I'll be back once I figure out how to turn this thing off'' Thor told me a little harshly and then simply jumped off the edge.

Although I knew he would survive, it was awful to see someone jump down there. Suddenly I remembered what he had told me and it filled me with fear. I had to hide. So I ran inside the fancy penthouse and looked around in panic for a safe space. That's when I saw an open door and I walked inside a bedroom. It was huge and I noticed two doors, one to a bathroom and another to a walk-in closet. I picked the walk-in closet and I remembered to close the door as well.

As I turned on the lights, I was amazed by the amount of clothes! There was also a big window on the other side of the room, only with curtains in front of it. I took a deep breath and crawled underneath some dresses, hoping I was safe there.

As I sat in silence, the realization hit my brain. New York was being attacked by some aliens. People were getting killed outside! Real superheroes were fighting the aliens and the damn Thor had taken me up here. Somehow he knew who I was!

I was overwhelmed by now. Tears stung my eyes and I got a painful lump in my throat. So I hugged my knees and tried to count down from 100 so I could stay as calm as I possibly could in this messed up situation.

99...98...97...

My heart was beating so hard I was surprised it didn't jump out of my body. I focused on my breathing, not wanting to lose control and panic.

54...53...52..

By now, my breathing was a little bit steadier. I felt a tad safer up here than on the streets. I assured myself that the good would win this horrendous battle.

10...9...8...

As I had almost counted down, something broke the silence. I heard footsteps approaching and it made me anxious. I pressed myself hard against the wall and held my breath. Fear took over me once again. I was afraid that one of those aliens had found me.

''It's okay now Y/N! Come out'' I heard Thor's voice. Relief washed over me and I thanked God it was just Thor. So I crawled out of my safe spot and opened the closet door. Thor stood in the bedroom and he looked right at me as I opened the door. ''How did you stop it?'' I asked him quietly, still confused and afraid of this situation. As I looked out the window, I still saw those creatures flying around.

I looked back at Thor who suddenly started shining. A green light appeared around him and the next second, Thor was gone. He was replaced by another man. He had long, raven black hair, a golden headpiece with horns, a green and black leather suit with golden armor. I gasped as I met this man's eyes. They were piercing blue-green, with a hint of yellow even. A mischievous grin appeared on his smug face.

''You're not Thor'' I gulped and stepped backwards. ''And I'm glad it is that way. I'm Loki and I assume you're the Y/N'' Loki spoke unusually but I was more surprised that he too knew who I was. ''How..how do you know?'' I breathed out in fear and then stared at my hands. I felt a tingling sensation on my skin, almost burning.

''Because you're popular back in Asgard. You're far away from home'' Loki explained and then pointed at me with his long spear. It didn't touch me tho. I glanced at the blue light on it, hoping it was something I could focus on so I wouldn't lose my mind. The blue light was beautiful. I just hoped I could ignore what this Loki guy just told me.

Then it all made sense! ''You're Thor's brother!'' I suddenly remembered. Of course! I had read about Loki a couple times. What I said caused him to roll his eyes. ''Not biologically but that doesn't matter now. I need you to come with me'' He smiled and seemed like he expected an answer. ''Why?'' I dared to ask the God in front of me. By now, nothing seemed to surprise me anymore. I had seen the impossible, magic.

''I see Thor didn't tell you. How rude'' Loki sighed and then hit the floor with his spear. ''You're not human, not at all. The first time I heard about you, I was a child. You were written into Asgardian books, the Asgardian girl who'd grow up on Midgard'' Loki began explaining some nonsense to me. I refused to believe a word of what he was saying.

''A long time ago, you were just a little baby. Dark elves attacked your home realm, trapping you into a crystal. Those fools lost you in space and you floated around for centuries without ageing a day. Then one lucky day you landed here, only to be found by a human. There you go, that's a quick background story of you, Y/N'' Loki finished his story with a smirk, probably proud of himself that he could finish his little story without interruptions.

I didn't want to believe him. If he would've told me this two days ago, I would know it was a bunch of lies. But it made sense after I found out I was adopted. I had been alone in the forest. There were no traces of me before the lady had found me with her dog. The more I thought about it, the more I believed this insane story. But could it be true? Wasn't I human? No..

''You're lying'' I whimpered as tears ran down my face. ''No, no, no, little one. I do not lie in a situation like this. Give me one reason why I would?'' He dared me, leaving me speechless. Suddenly my world was spinning madly. My head ached and I felt lightheaded.

''Isn't it intimidating? Realization is taking over you, dear. Let it sink in!'' Loki encouraged me to believe this. I looked up to his eyes and tried to speak, but nothing left my mouth. He just nodded once he saw me, almost like he understood what I felt. As I blinked, I noticed how blurry my vision got. My ears started ringing awfully and my knees went weak.

''Maybe I'll save the rest for later. We must get going before my idiotic brother returns. He has to stop another issue first'' Loki laughed and put his cold hands on my shoulders. ''Can you walk?'' He asked me but it all echoed in my head. Only a few seconds later, my vision got entirely white before I snapped out of reality, sinking into darkness.

***

My eyes widened and I got used to my surroundings quickly. It was cold and I could tell I was outside, out of the city as well. I was laying on grass in the woods. Quickly, I got on my knees and brushed off some leaves off my body. At first, I couldn't remember anything that had happened lately. I thought I was still home with my parents and George. But it didn't take long until I saw someone who made me remember everything.

Loki sat on a stone beside me. It was night time so I didn't notice him as I woke up. My heart bolted to my throat as I saw him there. ''Where are we?'' I breathed out and looked around. All I could see were tall trees and bushes. ''I've got no clue but we're safe from my brother and his silly friends'' Loki let me know like everything was fine.

I grunted in pain since my headache was killing me. Then I stood up so I could stretch my legs. ''Oh and don't worry about your city. The chitauri are dead by now. They thought they could use me but little did they know I played with them all along. I had to get here because of you, not because I wanted to rule humanity. It would be boring compared to Asgard'' Loki kept updating me with this days' events. I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. I had no idea what he wanted from me. Honestly, it even scared me.

Asking him too many questions could be dangerous so I stopped, deciding to have a break. I spotted a nearby stone and sat down. Loki kept an eye on me, like he didn't want to lose me. Then he raised his hand and a fire appeared out of nowhere, warming my cold body. ''You're probably not used to the cold'' He huffed and then stared into the flames. The burning light illuminated his features and for the first time, I could take a good look at him.

Loki was truly good looking, I had to admit it. His features were nearly flawless. But I had no idea if I could trust him or not so I wouldn't let his insanely good looks fool me. Silence fell upon us but I didn't mind. I was still blown away by everything so a little silence felt good. He didn't seem like he would harm me so I didn't have to be tense either.

''You've got powers'' Loki broke the silence and I realized he caught me staring at him. I raised my eyebrow and stayed quiet. ''You don't believe me'' He laughed and shook his head. I wasn't sure how he expected me to believe him at all. ''I'll have to prove it to you then'' He sighed and stood up. I got a bad feeling in my gut, afraid I'd get hurt soon.

''Stand up'' He demanded and I did, afraid there'd be consequences if I didn't obey. ''Now focus on the energy you can feel inside yourself'' Loki continued and looked at me very intensely. I sighed and then tried to do as told. As I focused, I caught onto a warm feeling inside of me. Still, it was completely normal. ''Close your eyes and keep focusing'' Loki told me surprisingly calmly. As I closed my eyes, I felt how the feeling intensified. I believed it was just the warmth of my body and nothing else.

''Look at me'' Loki said after a while. As I opened my eyes, I saw the spear right in front of my face. It startled me and my breath hitched in my throat. ''Defend yourself'' He chuckled and the light around the spear got brighter. He didn't even allow me to say anything. Suddenly the light came closer and I shut my eyes tightly, putting my hands in front of my face which felt natural. I heard a thud and then it was quiet again.

I waited for an awful pain, even blood but none of it came. After a while I dared to look around me. What I saw shocked me. I was perfectly fine but the area around me was not. The ground had burnt and a bush was on fire. But there was a circle around me left unharmed. Some purple sparkling light was fading away around me.

I saw the same purple light on my fingertips but it vanished after a while. I barely caught a glimpse of it. ''See? There's magic inside of you. You just need a mentor and I could be that to you'' Loki offered me something mind-blowing. I stared into his eyes and tried to think straight. It mesmerized me that I had shielded myself from whatever he was going to do.

Maybe he was telling me the truth. Maybe I wasn't human after all?

Just the thought made me want to cry. Once tears stung my eyes and my lip began to quiver, Loki's smile faded. ''Are you crying?'' He groaned, clearly unfamiliar with this situation. I wiped away my tears and shook my head no. Showing weakness in front of something as great as Loki was the last thing I wanted. I had enough things to balance in my life at the moment.

''Humans have rubbed their ways of living on you'' He noticed and then sat down again. It angered me a little bit but I kept it to myself. Loki put the spear down and then he just stared at the fire he created, probably thinking about something. His look was thoughtful and as I looked closely, I could almost swear he seemed sad.

''But it will change soon. Together we can get back to Asgard'' He continued and the traces of sadness vanished. If I remembered correctly, Asgard was one of the nine realms, the one Thor and he grew up in. ''What makes you think I want to leave?'' I blurted out without thinking, regretting it immediately. Loki looked at me coldly, sending shivers down my spine. ''I'm not asking'' He simply stated and I nodded, hoping I didn't piss him off. He was the God of mischief, the Trickster. Who knows what kinds of punishments he had in mind. Frankly, I didn't want to know.

''As I said, you are Asgardian. I have done some research and I found out more about you. According to my Moth- Frigga, you were just a myth. But I looked into Asgardian history and learned that you were real. The dark elves took you away a very long time ago'' Loki started speaking about my story again. Although this scared me, I couldn't help but to be intrigued by it.

''Why did they kidnap me?'' I questioned him, trying to get to know Loki so I wouldn't have to be this afraid. My question made him chuckle again. ''There is a time when all nine realms align. During that time, they can cross all paths. They want to bring darkness. You were so powerful that it would've given them the strength to succeed'' Loki explained casually. I, on the other hand was choked.

''You're probably curious to know why you're so powerful'' Loki added and looked at me. I just nodded so he could keep talking. ''Your parents were two of that times most powerful Asgardians. Your father was a fierce soldier and your mother was blessed by a Goddess. During the pregnancy, they wanted to be sure you'd be safe so they used wicked and rare magic. They didn't know that it would give you unthinkable powers'' He told me so deeply it made me feel like I was inside his story for real. My heart began beating harder but I didn't feel terrified anymore. Yes, it all made sense in a way but I couldn't believe it no matter how much I wanted to. It was too much for me to handle after learning I was adopted.

''What's your story then?'' I asked Loki which seemed to surprise the Trickster. He raised his eyebrows and let my question sink in. ''I'm surprised you asked. I'm not the one questions are asked about'' he sighed and I knew what he meant. He was talking about Thor. ''But I did. I would love to know something about you since you know so much about me'' I replied as calmly as I could and I even tried to smile. There was no use in hiding since I was convinced I couldn't run away from him.

''We're very much alike me and you..''

(Chapter 3)

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bakuryo-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Wow, huh, I guess I’m actually getting kin memories for David! Memory dump after the cut, and it’s really lengthy.

That summer actually was my very first summer as a camp counselor, and the end of it was very difficult for me. I didn’t even realize it was coming to an end, until the second to last day. Gwen had probably realized I was clueless, because she had helped the campers getting ready to leave without telling me. I think… Everyone in the camp could tell I didn’t realize how fast time had gone.

I realized during breakfast time of the second to last day. While the quartermaster was serving up everyone’s breakfast, I read the schedule out loud for everyone, as always, and I saw, in Gwen’s handwriting, something along the lines of “departure preparations”. I read these words, several times, as if I didn’t understand them. And by the time everyone had caught on, I had broken into tears.

All the campers gathered around me in a group hug and I just couldn’t stop crying. It was one of those silent, hiccuping kind of crying, I was just staring into the distance and holding whichever kid was closest to my reach at the moment as tight as I could. Then I heard someone cough, the way someone would cough to catch someone else’s attention, and I looked in that direction, and saw it was Max. And I realized he hadn’t hugged me like the rest of the campers had? I wasn’t even particularly upset about that, because at that point I had understood that displays of affection were NOT Max’s thing. And yet, he coughed, and when he did everyone kind of stepped away from me, and he walked up to me, I was on my knees on the ground of the dining hall at that point. He stopped and we were eye to eye, and he was just scowling, and my silent sobs had stopped at that point? Then he just. He just opened his arms and wrapped them around me and burrowed his face in my chest and I just lost it. I was a sobbing mess and I held him so tight, and after a few seconds it was back to the group-hugging.

When I calmed down and came back to my senses the kids were making fun of me now. Well, not really, it was just playful teasing? Telling me things like “Really David? Did you not think about the end of the camp? Did it not hit you that we would all have to leave eventually? Did you not realize the temperature out dropping?” (I actually remember someone pointing out “Space Kid’s helmet gets all foggy in the evening now, how could you NOT realize summer is almost over?”)

They kind of had to push me around through the day so I could be active. I particularly recall Nikki taking my hand and leading me around because she couldn’t figure out how to close her suitcase, and it was because she had rolled all her clothes into a ball, and she didn’t actually know how to fold her clothes? So I taught her how to do it properly, and we managed to get all her stuff in and close the luggage without any trouble.

That day ended with a bonfire, and nobody actually went back to their tent that night. We all slept under the stars. I had a very light sleep and kept waking up, so I took care of keeping the fire alive, and putting more blankets on the campers who looked cold. Neil ended up with a mountain of blankets over him. Just, over a dozen blankets superposed.

The campers left early the morning after, and it took me all my willpower to not cry again as I watched them climb in the bus with the quartermaster and wave Gwen and I goodbye. My heart was at the bottom of my stomach, and the hand that wasn't used to wave back at them was held by Gwen – and she just squeezed it very tight every time I would shudder or show any signs of being about to cry. The goodbyes…. Lasted very long. Some of the kids were crying too, and I had to force myself to smile at them and reassure them. Tell them that we’d probably meet again! And they should definitely ask their parents to send them to camp again next summer. Camp Campbell probably wouldn’t exist anymore by then, but… I wasn’t going to tell them about that, right?

When the bus drove off, I just watched them. And when they were out of sight, I was still staring at the spot where I last saw them. I didn’t even notice I was crying again? But I was. And, Gwen too, apparently. Because what made me snap out of him was noticing her rubbing at her face from the corner of my eyes, and when I looked at her, her eyes were red and puffy.

I just patted her shoulder and we went off to clean up the camp. We stayed silent at first, but whenever one of us would find anything that reminded us of something that had happened during the summer, they’d call the other to show it and then we’d start talking about what happened and laughing about it.

A lot happened during the course of a summer, huh.

Halfway through the day, my phone went off with a text sound. I never had it on me during camp, but since the kids were away, and Mr Campbell couldn’t be there to scold me about it, who cared right?

I opened the text and found a message that said “So how are you holding up, David?”. Before I could answer, there was a second message, with a picture this time. A picture of Max, Neil, and Nikki, smiling and making faces at the camera, and I choked a sob. A third message said “This is Max btw”. When I asked him how he got my number, he explained that he had written it down when he had stolen it. Then, when I asked whose number it was, how he got a phone for himself, he explained that he used the bit of pocket money he still had for himself to buy a prepaid phone. Well, Nikki and Neil cashed in to help him get the phone, and he got himself some credit.

From that point on we regularly talked by texts. He wasn’t keen on phone calls, which I didn’t understand at first. I started paying for his credit, too, so he wouldn’t ruin himself with these expenses. He kept me up to date on his everyday life, but never mentioned his parents. Ever.

One day, several months after the end of the summer, I got a letter in the mail, but there was no sender’s address or information on the enveloppe. The handwriting for my name and address looked familiar, tho. I opened it, and was shocked when I realized it was from Daniel. It was an apology letter. He explained that, at the time where he had applied to be co-counselor, he was suffering from sever, unmedicated an undiagnosed psychosis, and after being sent to the hospital for his poisoning, he got sent to a mental institue to start an intensive therapy. He said he was medicated now, and that he was much more stable, though sometimes he did relapse in the form of extreme depressive episodes where he got self destructive instead of trying to take it out on other people. At the end of his letter, he gave me the address off his mental institute, in case I wanted to write him back. He also explicitly said that he wasn’t actually expecting an answer. “Still. Just in case.”

Quite obviously, my immediate reaction was to text Max about it. It went like this,

“You’re not planning to write him back are you” “Actually I was thinking about directly paying him a visit at his hospital?” “Are you fucking KIDDING ME” “I’m not! I hear those places get awfully lonely. Even more than regular hospitals!” “David this is the guy that tried to kill you. THIS IS THE GUY THAT TRIED TO KILL US ALL” “He said he was ill!” “He could just be LYING SO YOU’D DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE PLANNING TO DO” “I’m sure he’s not! His letter sounds very sincere” “You’re going to do it either way aren’t you” “That, I am!” “Fuck you David. Fuck you and fuck your gullible self. Don’t text me when you’ll be on the verge of death after he’ll have stabbed you in the neck. Bye”

Quite obviously, I didn’t listen to Max, and drove to Daniel’s hospital to visit him the following him. I had gotten him flowers, a primarily white bouquet that wished him a good recovery in the language of flowers. I recalled him being a very talented violin player, so I had grabbed my ukulele (I did play the ukulele instead of the guitar) as well, hoping he still had an interest in music.

I found him in his room, sitting on top of his bed and reading a book. He was surprised to see me, to say the least. He looked… Pale. Sickly pale. He had probably lost a few pounds. I imagined that was what severe poisoning did to someone.

We spent a lot of time chatting. He spent a lot of time apologizing. I noticed that the mannerism the kids had told me about, that I hadn’t noticed at the time, but had scared them (justly), was mostly gone. He would still crack his neck, sometimes. It looked like a nervous habit.

He noticed I had brought my ukulele, and I explained that if he wanted to, we could play together again, unless that was a bad memory for him and he would rather avoid that, in which case I was sorry, I should have thought this through a little more, that was rude of me and- he interrupted me saying that he would have loved, but he couldn’t. I asked if it was because he didn’t have his violin in the hospital. He said yes, partially, but also because even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to play. Then he held out his hands for the first time, and I hadn’t even noticed he was always holding them together and keeping them close to his body. They were shaking, very hard. He said it was the medication. But he preferred being stable, even if it meant he could possibly never play again. I told him I could play for him, if he wanted. Sure, an ukulele and a violin weren’t made for the same kind of melodies, so it wouldn’t be quite the same. He just smiled.

I started visiting him regularly after that, and Max ended up acknowledging after a while that I probably was right. If I had been one on one with him so often, he probably was sincere about not wanting to murder me anymore.

Holy macaroni, this post is obnoxiously long.

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oikawa rare pair week day 5 - rivals ft oihina (even tho the prompt kinda got away from me whoops!!!)

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Hinata shouts from the back of the bus, “maybe we could’ve beat them if our last leg was actually fast,” and Oikawa is shooting up from his seat, wildly searching around for the loudmouth. He catches sight of him leaning over the back of Kenma’s seat, as composed as ever as he shoots Oikawa a two-fingered salute. When Oikawa doesn’t return the gesture, his bright eyes fall worryingly low, and he adds, “we did our part, Captain. What about you?”

Before Oikawa can shoot back his own snarky response, their Coach is shouting at the from the front of the bus, warning them that any more insulting remarks and they’ll all be running miles at the next meet. Oikawa zips it, but he doesn’t miss the smirk Hinata wears.

When they reach school and collectively shuffle off the bus together, Bokuto catches his arm, falls into step beside him. “Y'know Chibi-chan’s just trying to help,” he annoyingly reminds him, and Oikawa scoffs. Bokuto doesn’t let it phase him, leaning forward every so slightly to get a view of Oikawa’s face without standing in front of him. “You guys nearly fumbled your relay exchange for the second time now, Tooru,” he goes on, readjusting his bag strap. “Maybe it’s time you two fix whatever juicy drama is between you two so we can actually snag first place again.”

“There’s no ‘juicy drama’ between us,” Oikawa defends, but just the thought of Hinata in his mind makes him extraordinarily mad, for some reason. “That shrimp just doesn’t know when to shut up.”

Bokuto’s silent for the rest of their walk, an unusual occurrence. But Oikawa doesn’t take it for granted, lets himself drown in his thoughts, until Bokuto is turning the corner and waving goodbye to him with an uncomfortable shit-eating grin that’s awfully reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat’s. He doesn’t think too hard on it, though, as a new headache presents itself in the form of his older sister when he gets home. After helping Takeru with his homework, he bathes, ices his knee, and promptly hits the sack.

The next day, when Oikawa’s organizing the club room after practice, the door cracks open, and Hinata pokes his unruly mass of curls in. Oikawa stills by the starting blocks he was organizing to level Hinata with an unimpressed eyebrow raise. Hinata fully steps in, and says, “Bokuto-senpai said you called for me.” Oikawa blinks. Hinata blinks right back. When Oikawa looks closely, the kid doesn’t even look like he wants to be there. In fact, he looks mad annoyed that he’s even in the same room as Oikawa. Rude.

“Nope,” he responds, and turns his attention back to the task at hand. He’s hoping his indifference will make Hinata disappear, because, frankly, he doesn’t feel up to arguing with him for a minute longer.

Instead, Hinata shuffles over after clicking the door shut, crouches down beside Oikawa, and begins to sort through the fallen vaulting poles. Oikawa glances at him. “You can go home,” he carefully says. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to come off as the asshole captain. But at the same time, he doesn’t really need Hinata’s help. Hinata ignores him.

So, being the mature eighteen year-old in the situation, Oikawa ignores him back. They mutually ignore each other while Oikawa goes about the room organizing shelves of equipment, and Hinata following behind every once in a while. They’re in the middle of throwing out empty cans of Biofreeze, Hinata dutifully holding the plastic bag while Oikawa goes through the cans, when Hinata says, “do you hate me?”

Oikawa doesn’t think much of it, continues popping open the cans and using the roller applicator on the back of his hand, when he responds, “not really.” It’s a good enough answer that Hinata seems to easily accept. So Oikawa lets him think whatever of it as he continues on with his cleaning duty.

Then, they’re checking the throwing weights to make sure none of them have dents, when Hinata says, “Coach asked me to run the last leg of the one hundred-meter relays.” And Oikawa hums, pretending to be really focused on the ball weight in his hands in an effort to ignore the tight feeling in the pack of his throat. Hinata’s quiet for a moment, before he adds, “I told him I didn’t want to.”

That definitely gets Oikawa’s attention, and he drops the weight to the ground, just missing his toes. Both he and Hinata have a collective moment of panic, before Oikawa picks the weight back up and sets it down with the rest of them. This little action gives him enough time to gather his thoughts, and by the time he returns to Hinata, he’s muttering, “are you an idiot?”

Hinata’s wide, worried eyes narrow into two defensive slits. “Hey,” he says, voice solid.

Before he can get another word in, Oikawa’s quieting him with a raised palm. “I guess you really are,” he sighs. Hinata’s instantly defensive again, and Oikawa adds, “why the hell would you reject an opportunity like that?” He demands for an answer. Hinata’s brows only furrow deeper, and his jaw tightens. Oikawa can’t stand this kid. “You know scouts always look at the last runner of the relays more, right? This is your fucking chance to get scouted,” he stresses, feeling his own jaw clench. “Why the fuck would you say no?” His voice has raised an octave or two, because he really can’t believe he’s having to scold his underclassmen for being stupid enough to miss out on an opportunity to prove himself. He makes a tsk sound as he turns away from the silent boy, muttering, “dumb ass.”

“Because that’s your fucking spot, Oikawa-senpai!” Hinata explodes, and Oikawa jumps a little, because he’s heard Hinata get loud before, yelling encouragement for his teammates or just shouting because he’s happy. But he hasn’t really heard Hinata shout like this, voice laced with fury and indignation. Slowly, Oikawa turns back, eyes wary. Hinata’s lips are pursed tightly, and his face is every bit overexerted. Oikawa’s barely muttering out a what, before Hinata’s interrupting him again.

“You’re my fucking idol, idiot,” Hinata seethes, and his fists tremble. “I’ve been looking up to you since I was in middle school, because the way you ran was so cool and so fast,” he admits, and maybe Oikawa’s heart goes soft for a moment. “I was so excited to finally be on the same team as you,” he rants on, “and then, when I finally got here, you were in a fucking cast!” He exclaims, waving his hands around frantically.

“Leg brace,” Oikawa murmurs under his breath, and Hinata ignores him.

“You could barely walk without crutches for the first half of the semester!” Hinata yells, and Oikawa promptly shuts up. Hinata finally seems to be calming down, closing his eyes and exhaling heavily. When he opens them back up, he almost looks defeated. “I wanted to run wth you so bad,” he says, voice low, “but you gave up.” Oikawa flinches like he’s been physically hit.

He curls his fingers into his palm, the same burdensome feeling of anxiety he’d had during his injury settling back into his chest. For a moment, he almost feels like it’s a year ago all over again, and the dread of never being able to run again suffocates him until he’s choking out, “my leg’s not the same.”

Hinata scoffs. “Your leg is all healed and good now, senpai,” he’s muttering, stepping closer and closer until he’s shoving a finger into Oikawa’s chest. His big brown eyes are staring into Oikawa’s with resentment. “You’re not the same,” he spits.

And his statement hits straight home, until suddenly Oikawa feels like he’s in the hospital again, his sister sitting at his side, getting him everything he needs because he can’t fucking move anymore. It’s like he’s in a wheelchair again, bumping into every single doorframe he encounters, desperately trying to ignore the sympathetic looks thrown his way. Like he’s sitting in the club room with his coach, who awkwardly explains to him that universities only scout those who look promising.

His eyes sting a little, and he has to swallow the lump in his throat before he speaks again. “Take my spot, Hinata,” he murmurs, head downcast. Before Hinata can’t spout some more unneeded truths, he’s taking his bag and exiting the club room quickly. He wishes Hinata had just accepted the spot without telling him.

“Oikawa,” the coach calls from the side of the track the next day, beckoning him over. Oikawa switches directions, jogging towards where his coach is sat on a bench. When he gets there, he bends over, hands on his knees, partially so he can see the clipboard on the coach’s lap, and partially because he needs to catch his breath. “How should we order the relay for the next practice meet?” He inquires, and then, with a flick of the eyes, gestures for Oikawa to sit beside him. Oikawa’s knee is grateful.

“Tendou is the fastest getting out of the blocks, so he put him first,” he says, and watches his coach write it down. “Terushima’s time has really gotten better, so lets try him for the next leg.” His mind runs through a mental list of who else has stepped up their game, and he says, “then put in Kenma after him, and then Hinata for the last leg.”

His coach pauses, pen halfway through writing Kenma’s name down, to glance calculatingly at Oikawa. “That’s usually your leg,” he points out, watching Oikawa with curious eyes.

Oikawa shrugs. “He told me you asked him to try running it,” he admits, then picks at a loose thread on his knee brace. “The season’s just starting,” he says, turning his attention to the track field where his teammates are calling out a school cheer as they run their laps. “He’s fast for a first-year and has a hell of a lot of potential. He’d help them win every race,” he adds, eyes following the lean boy with bright curls. “Yeah,” he breathes, mostly to himself, “he’d kill it.”

Beside him, the older man shrugs, and Oikawa is brought back to reality again. “If you say so, Captain,” he replies, and writes Hinata’s name down on the line-up.

“Alright, listen up,” Oikawa says at the end of practice, fiddling with the clipboard as he addresses his entire team. “Our next meet is Saturday morning. Starts at nine in the morning, so be here at seven forty-five.” There’s a collective groan from the young men, that brings a tiny smirk to Oikawa’s list. “Coach and I have already decided who’s doing what, so shut your mouths and listen for your name and event,” he yells, and then starts going through the participants in each event. His heart beats faster and faster with each name he calls, and when he reaches the list of relays, it nearly bursts.

Of course, he still feels antsy, and starts opposite from how he usually lists them, saving the one hundred-meter relay for last. He gulps. “For the four-by-one,” he calls out, eyes unnaturally focused on the list before him. “We’re starting with Tendou, then Teru and Kenma, and finishing with Hinata.” The moment the words leave his mouth, he instantly feels more relaxed, and quickly finishes up his captain pep talk before dismissing everyone to go home.

Maybe he loligags around a bit, triple checking to make sure no one left any water bottles out on the field, and then further lingers around by the pole vaulters, making sure everyone has the right poles, before he finally makes his way to the club room, where the last of his teammates are packing up. He says his goodbyes, and when the door finally swings shut behind the last one, he sighs in relief.

He’s tugging his shirt off, kind of impressed with how smelly it is, when the door slams open, and he pulls it the rest of the way off (not his best move in a kidnapping situation, he thinks). Hinata’s heaving at the door, the straps of his bag half on, and his uniform haphazardly tugged on. He marches over right into Oikawa’s personal space, and Oikawa reaches an arm to cover his chest for some reason.

“What the hell!” Hinata shouts, tossing his bag at the lockers with a loud crash. Oikawa flinches a little, reaching into his locker to pull his uniform out. He’s tugging his button up back on, eyes flickering between the buttons and the raging shorty before him. “I open your eyes to your sissy ways and instead of changing, you run away even further!” Hinata exclaims, an leans back into Oikawa’s bubble again. “Who the hell does that?”

Oikawa sighs, finished doing his buttons, and plops down ungracefully onto the bench behind him. “Listen, Chibi—”

Hinata barks, “stop calling me that!” And Oikawa jolts back in shock.

“Listen, Hinata,” he says a little more carefully, and Hinata stays rigid this time. “Track’s over for me already,” he explains, rolling his head to the side to level Hinata with a melancholic smile. “I have to see our sports trainer after every single race we do, wear a brace every single time I run, do all this annoying shit all the time,” he sighs. “I’ll never be as fast as before,” he admits, probably for the first time to anyone and himself.

“But,” Hinata blurts, eyes wide, “you can still—”

Oikawa shushes him, gesturing for Hinata to sit beside him. He compliantly does, sinking down beside Oikawa. “My track scholarships meant everything to me,” he says, and glances over at Hinata’s confused expression. “I’d never wanna limit the chances of one of my own teammate’s getting a scholarship too, y'know,” he tells Hinata, and pats his head, much to the younger boy’s annoyance. “You’re gonna be a star, kid,” he grins, and only clamps down harder on Hinata, “I can feel it.”

He’s got the kid in a headlock then, grinning gleefully at Hinata’s attempts to worm out of it, when Bokuto throws the door open, all smiles. “Heyyy,” he says, and wraps his arms around Hinata’s other side, “no making up without me present.” Oikawa barks a laughter, loosens his hold on Hinata. “Seriously, I was gonna lock you two in a room until you melted from sexual tension,” he huffs, burying his nose into Hinata’s curls.

Oikawa says, “sexual what?” At the same time that Hinata shoots up, his head meeting Oikawa’s chin in a painful crash, that leaves Oikawa groaning in pain. Bokuto cackles the whole way through, not even making an effort to stop Hinata from bolting out of the room. “Thexua wha?” Oikawa repeats, suddenly aware of how numb his tongue is.

“Oh man,” Bokuto says a few minutes later, when Oikawa’s still opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he tugs on the rest of his uniform. “Do not tell me you’ve been completely blind to Hinata’s affections for you,” he says, and hands Oikawa his tie from the ground. Oikawa blinks in his direction, giving no response. Bokuto snorts. “Oh my god,” he breathes, running his hands down his face, “you idiot.”

“He’s touchy-feely with everyone,” Oikawa says as he throws his bag over his shoulder. Without a word, they stumble out of the club room, Oikawa dutifully locking it up, before taking off in the direction of the setting sun. “I thought he was in love with Kenma for, like, the whole first semester,” he points out, and Bokuto groans.

“Everyone’s been in love with Kenma!” Bokuto exclaims, and Oikawa can’t really argue with him there.

They continue their trek home, Bokuto expressing his mild displeasure at Oikawa’s apparent obliviousness a few more times, before finally settling on prodding Oikawa about his own feelings. Oikawa realizes he never really thought of the shrimp as anything other than a mild inconvenience before, when they’d run the same events, and battle for the better times. When he pushes that away, he realizes Hinata’s actually pretty funny. A little loud, but a true comedian. He tells Bokuto as much, only to receive another groan in response.

“No, how do you feel feel,” Bokuto stresses, and adds, “does he make your heart tap-dance?”

Oikawa ponders it, settles on, “yeah, when he doesn’t follow directions, by blood pressure goes crazy,” and receives a smack on the shoulder from Bokuto.

“You’re a doofus,” Bokuto grumbles when they near his corner. “You’ve never thought Chibi-chan was cute or anything?” Oikawa shrugs, and Bokuto’s groans reach such a high pitch, that they’re basically whines at that point. “Dude, Chibi-chan is adorable!” He exclaims.

“Are you sure maybe you’re not in love with him, Ko?” He teases, beams at the bag swatted his way, and then gleefully waves goodbye to Bokuto’s retreating form down the street.

When he gets home, he’s once again tasked with the chore of walking Takeru through his homework. He doesn’t mind it, finds Takeru actually already knows what the fuck he’s doing, and figures his sister just makes Oikawa help out so he doesn’t lock himself in his room and fall asleep at eight thirty like someone’s grandfather. They finish quickly enough, and Oikawa scampers off to the shower, before promptly laying to rest at eight forty-five.

He spends a good fifteen minutes staring up at the ceiling, recapping the day’s events in nineteen-fifties film role style. There’s a painfully long pause when he recalls Hinata’s round eyes in the club room, and another one when Bokuto had mentioned sexual tension. Then, as if his mind hates him, his brain repeats hinata’s affections for you, over and over like a scratched record.

To make matters worse, when morning finally rolls back around, his brain still hasn’t stopped replaying the words, and he stumbles to school in some half-trance, where Bokuto takes one look at him before immediately dissolving into snickers. Oikawa can’t stand him.

“You’re in loooooove,” Bokuto teases, slinging an arm across Oikawa’s shoulders. Oikawa has neither the strength or will to brush him off, and lets Bokuto talk his ear off the entire walk to their classroom. “So tell me, Oikawa Tooru,” Bokuto says when they sit. “How long have you been in love with your underclassmen?” Oikawa groans in displeasure, letting his head it the desk with a thud, before trying to shut out Bokuto’s incessant tortue.

When lunch time rolls around, Bokuto still hasn’t let up, in fact, has gotten Oikawa to actually admit it, and continues prodding for answers like an annoying toddler. “Was it the smile? Or maybe the bright-ass hair that I still can’t believe is not dyed?” Bokuto asks, and Oikawa ignores him.

During the last class of the day, Bokuto leans over and whispers, “or maybe you fell in love with his long, smooth legs?”

And it’s like the heavens want to curse Oikawa or something, because he can’t look at Hinata during practice anymore without seeing all that lean leg muscle and his tiny running shorts. Seriously. He has to talk with the relay teams that day, too, and he awkwardly finds himself talking mostly to Kenma when he addresses their team. Which is another mistake, because beautiful, quiet smart-as-all-hell Kenma figures him out quickly.

“Are you in love with Hinata?” He inquires when he goes to retrieve the baton from where Oikawa has accidentally walked off with it.

Oikawa groans, slams his head onto the clipboard, and then has to apologize to the coach for attempting to concuss himself before a meet. “No!” He exclaims, and hen shrinks when Kenma’s expression doesn’t even change. He chokes out a tiny, “I-I don’t know, okay?” Which Kenma accepts as an answer before snatching the baton from his grasp and retreating to his team. Probably to snitch on Oikawa, he thinks.

When practice is finally over and everyone’s leaving, Oikawa finally lets himself breathe again. He’s locking up the club room, Bokuto long since having abandoned him, the fucker. When he tugs on the door to make sure it locks, he whirls around, only to come face to face with Hinata’s beautiful brown eyes. He maybe gasps in shock, but no on aside from Hinata can attest to that. His heart is hammering in his chest when Hinata leans close and blurts, “do you hate me?” Oikawa gets a wild bout of deja vu in that moment, which he quickly shakes off.

“N-No,” he responds, and then glances away to the orange sky. “Why?” He asks, the keys jingling in his hands from how sever his hands are trembling.

Hinata steps even closer, until Oikawa feels like he’s suffocating, and says, “I thought you would because of what Bokuto-senpai said yesterday,” in a small voice. Oikawa finally musters the courage to look at him again, noting the rising flush on Hinata’s cheeks and the cute way his lips move back and forth.

“Um,” he drawls, “well, I, uh, don’t,” he says. Then jumps a little to awkwardly add, “hate you, that is.”

Hinata nods. Then it’s his turn to look away from Oikawa, fingers toying with the streps of his backpack while his feet shuffle back and forth. “I-It’s weird,” he babbles, cheeks even redder than before. “But,” he breathes, and then Oikawa can physically see himself gathering his courage when his eyes go rigid and his chest puffs up and he meets Oikawa’s gaze. His nose is adorably red when he says, “I won’t bother you with my crush, senpai.”

Oikawa is frozen in place, his hands having finally quit their quivering. He’s surprised, to say the least. He’d expected to see the fury, loudmouth Hinata he’d been seeing the last couple days. Maybe, he’d been expecting another shouting match, so he could tire himself out for the day. But the sight of Hinata in all his blushing glory, voice ridiculously strong, makes his heartbeat fall into a warm, comforting pace that brings a smile to his face.

He maybe laughs a little. To be fair, it kind of escapes him, his little chuckle, and he quickly reaches a hand up to cover his mouth. His own cheeks tint pink a little, and he stares down at Hinata with wide eyes. “Um,” he trails off, clears his throat as he looks to the side a little. “Can I,” he starts, and his voice embarrassingly cracks a little. His cheeks are on fire. But the memory of Hinata gathering all his courage to speak to Oikawa is clear in his mind, so he does the same. “Can I take you on a date?” He questions, this time with an unwavering voice.

Hinata is like a deer caught in headlights then, cheeks slowly reddening until the flush creeps up his ears and down his neck. “Yes!” He exclaims, surges forward to grasp Oikawa’s free hand in both of his. Then, as if remembering himself, he pulls away, coughing out a smaller, “yes,” behind his knuckles.

And Oikawa laughs again at the sight of the captivating boy before him, steps intimately closer, until he can feel Hinata’s quick breaths fanning across the lower half of his face. His forwardness is on level one hundred then, and he’s going as far as grasping for Hinata’s warm palms. When his laughter dies down, he hears the unmistakable chuckles of Hinata, and when he ducks his head down, he catches sight of the blindingly bright smile Bokuto had mentioned before.

And if he leans down and kisses Hinata, basks in the softness of his lips, Bokuto can prod all he wants. Oikawa doesn’t kiss and tell.

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