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kibaswhore · 3 years ago

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"Mask” w/ Tobi.

Content warning ☄. *. ⋆: Tobi x reader, smut, mentions of food, anal fingering, throat fucking, he also hasn’t showered, slight crack, female reader, just barely caught, also my man Deidara shows up a couple of times

Note ·˚ ༘: So I just wanted smut where the reader has a certain impression of what Tobi would be like in bed but in actuality, Obito never prepared his “Tobi” personality for this particular situation and results in unexpected rough seggs. Enjoy <3. Read responsibly.

You had just entered the building where a few of your colleagues had happily greeted you.

“Afternoon, m’lady,” a smile snuck onto your face as a certain one-eyed blonde approached you. That same smile grew in entertainment as you watched Deidara's face drop and voice lower as he spat, “hello Tobi.”

You and the masked man had just returned from a troublesome mission in the hidden cloud, one that you somehow managed to survive thanks to Tobi’s skill as a renowned “escape artist”. As much as you loved him — his antics could get very tiring to say the least, especially when they involve near death situations. You watched the man in question puff out his chest in a show of bravado as he responded to Deidara, a clear provocation. You chose to stare at the space around you, you found more interest in admiring the new furnishing as opposed to the bickering taking place before you. You got a solid few minutes of watching the potted plants do absolutely nothing but exist until Deidara began to address you again.

“He didn’t almost get you killed again, did he? Or better yet; almost get himself killed, hm?” A smug look played over his face as his arms crossed along his chest. Tobi slouched before pointing a gloved finger at Deidara and you were honestly shocked that the blonde didn’t bite it off — I mean it’s what any rational person would’ve done, right?

“I hope you know I haven’t almost gotten myself killed as much as you have Deidara; I mean you’re the one with a self-detonating Jutsu, not me!!”

“It’s not like I’ve died yet you troglodyte. And I think it’d do you some good to have Jutsu as strong and profound as mine.”

You soon interrupted the squabble, “Well what I think, Tobi, is that you did really well on this mission. I’m really proud of you.” The two men had paused completely and Deidara stared at you with an incredulous look in his eye before he turned and stomped off with a cross of his arms and a pout, muttering a short “whatever, see ya”. You sighed and let out a weary chuckle before turning and gently inviting Tobi into the kitchen to get yourselves something to eat, to which he accepted with a slight stutter.

Making your way into the kitchen, you had checked the fridge for any sort of meal and noticed there wasn’t anything pre-made that had caught your eye. You bet that Tobi was as hungry as you were; too hungry to be picky — but here you were frowning at the lack of store bought savoury foods. You turned to the masked man sheepishly as you spoke,

“Um, I’m going to make something myself if that’s okay? You can grab something from the fridge if you don’t like it.” Tobi put a gloved hand to his forehead in a salute before replying.

“Affirmative! Although I’m sure I will, sweet Y/n.” You blushed at the term of endearment and you left him to his devices as you began to cook. Clearly his devices didn’t last long as you had noticed his figure looming over yours for the past 12 minutes, ogling over each decision you made that brought you to the finished dish. You knew he was close behind you, but you weren’t ready for how close his face (or rather, his mask) was to your face when you turned to ask what condiments he’d like. Your heart began to race as he slowly leaned into you, trapping you between his body and the counter. His hands had snuck past you and quickly pulled the dish from behind you before shooting you a quick and polite “this is fine, thank you for the food!”, dashing away. You stood in the center of the kitchen in embarrassment as you fanned your face. The proximity had left you hot. You had to confront your feelings for the clownish man at some point.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself with two fingers plunged deep into your cunt, nothing else on your mind but your masked partner. Your hooked your fingers slightly and your mind brought you to wonder what he’d do if you had gotten your way with him. He’s so aloof- and wholesome! Would he stare up through the hole in his mask lovingly as you rode him to his peak? Would he slowly fuck you in missionary, desperately avoiding his orgasm? As nice as his build was, he didn’t look like a man with any experience — certainly didn’t act like one. Maybe he would come far too quickly for his liking, resulting in you giving words of encouragement to keep him going. It wasn’t long before the sheets under you grew dark with your juices as you came all over your fingers, repeatedly slurring the same name with a whine; Tobi.

Well, speak of the devil and he will appear. You weren’t sure what gods you pissed off to have this happen, but you wished you had apologized to them sooner. The door to your room slammed open as the man, who you had come to know as your friend, was greeted by your sweaty naked form.

“Dear y/n! Are you oka…y” The poor man couldn’t even finish his question as he felt his clothed cock twitch to life at the sight of you. You swiftly brought him back to reality by closing your legs and screaming to close the door. He obeyed, and the door slid shut behind him before he walked over to the bed you used to be so comfortable in. You immediately noticed that he was missing his cloak, which wasn’t uncommon, but you just loved to ogle the way his black underclothes hugged his tall and somewhat muscular figure. He was also clutching his crotch for dear life. He sat on the edge of your bed as he reached for your inner thigh, gloved fingers digging into the hot flesh. He gently pulled your legs apart and observed the natural lubricant that steadily flowed out from between your pussy lips and drenched your asshole as he slowly began to speak. His voice was gentle and curious, so much like the Tobi you’ve come to know and love.

“You were saying… my name?” You quietly nodded, too afraid to speak and reveal just how out of breath you were from the earth-shattering orgasm that the mere thought of him had put you through. You squeaked when he adjusted himself to sit between your legs as his free hand went to rub slow circles on your clit with extreme focus on how your hole clenched around nothing. The fabric of his glove on your sensitive bud spurred you on even more.

“I need you, Tobi,” you had pleaded much more erotically than you had hoped, but you were unwavering in your stance, “I need that cock.” He didn’t waste any time before he pulled his pants down just past his balls, sure to conceal any scarring on his right leg, letting his length hit his clothed stomach as his reddish tip drooled a steady stream of precum. He tilted his head up as he felt the cold air hit his dick, careful to conceal any noises that could break the character he had spent years perfecting. He almost blew it when you had crawled in front of him on all fours and began stroking his cock slowly. His hips rolled to the pace you set, steadily fucking your hand with a gentle sigh. His cock was throbbing in your palm. His receptiveness to your touch was exactly what you had imagined; he was gonna be a good boy for you. You began to lick a long stripe along the vein on the underside of his length, causing his hips to buck under you. You finally decided to give him some mercy and took him into your mouth. You had nothing but pleasant thoughts as you enjoyed the taste, and even the smell, of him; he hadn’t showered in a while, you could tell, and you liked it that way.

Your thoughts were disturbed when Tobi’s sudden grip on your hair you off guard. Gloved fingers dug into the back of your head and neck as he shoved himself deeper inside your mouth; starting to fuck your throat with reckless abandon. The sounds were pornographic; his low-hanging saliva-coated balls slapped your chin loudly, synced with the sounds your throat made as his cock head entered and reentered your mouth, made for the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard. You shut your eyes tightly as you took him down to his base where his dark pubes tickled your nose and opened them when he finally relented and pulled you off of his dick. You didn’t have much time to react before he twisted you around so you were lying flat on your stomach, his unexpected man-handling scrambling your brain.

There was no time to question his sudden… enthusiasm as you felt his fat tip slide up and down along your pussy, collecting all the juices that leaked out of you onto his cock to make entering you easier. His left hand had been pressed firmly onto your back and he essentially had you pinned below him; both of his legs on either side of yours as he sat atop the back of your thighs. He shifted from his sitting position to get ready to fuck you, slowly guiding himself inside of you before moving both of his gloved hands to your side to pin you down and hold himself up in an almost push-up-like position.

After carefully watching your pussy slowly swallow half of his length, he pulled back slightly and then roughly speared the rest of himself into you. He didn’t give you much time before he fucked you with deep and fast strokes and knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your pussy was desperately attempting to clench around him, which his pace did not allow. He pulled out to his tip and pushed in all the way to his base, letting his heavy testicles smack your wet clit with each swift thrust. Your feet kicked around as he fucked you deeper into the mattress with the help of your slick, making for the most obscene noises you’ve heard. You were both well aware that your squeals and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall would alert your co-workers, but you couldn’t deny that the thrill of being caught getting thoroughly penetrated by Tobi turned you on even more. It was only a matter of time before you’d begin to invite him to fuck you on the couch in the main area for everyone to see.

You choked back a scream as the masked man’s pace grew faster and more erratic. He was close and you wanted nothing more but to take every drop of what he gave you. You suddenly felt the cold flesh of his hand as he spread your ass cheeks, his cock still kissing your cervix with each thrust. He had taken off his left glove, allowing you to feel the soft pads of his fingers as they firmly gripped your ass and his thumb circled the tight ring of muscle. You gasped at the feeling of his thick digit entering and fucking your asshole as best as it could. You dug your hand under your body, which was still being rocked by the harsh thrusts of your partner, and finally reached your clit and rubbed it as best as you can in your position.

You could feel your second high creeping up on you as a pressure built up in your stomach and Tobi never let up on his pace. You let out a silent scream as the pressure in you snapped and you heard a mutter of a very foreign-sounding “fuck” from under his mask. A gasp left you as Tobi quickly pulled out of you and fisted his cock with the hand that was just fingering your asshole. His balls tightened as he finally released, and the thick ropes of cum had travelled fast and far; his semen landing on the headboard, your head, your back, and eventually drooling onto your ass.

You looked back as Tobi dismounted you, tucking himself back in and putting his glove back on while avoiding your gaze, staring forward. You felt… empty without him so intimately pressed against you, fucking you like you were just a doll for his pleasure only. You already missed the way he abused your tight cunt, turning onto your side posed in the most delicious position. You were so hot and Tobi had lost control like he was some hormonal teenager; something he told himself he’d never allow to do ever again. He turned to leave and opened the door before turning back around to look at you. He gulped at your wearily entertained expression; a face that suggested you knew he was about to try and bullshit his way out of the very uncharacteristic dominance he just displayed. He cleared his throat, which he had to admit was already pretty dry and did in fact, start to bullshit.

“Oh- well um- I guess I’ll see you around!! Maybe uh- a round two- perhaps? That would be nice- wouldn’t it??” He kept on going and going — his voice unintentionally cracking may I add — until he fully backed out the door and closed it after a short “bye”. He barely got to exhale before he was immediately met with Deidara’s eye of suspicion as it stared into Tobi’s own eye. The ravenette couldn’t help the scream that sounded from him, a genuine scream, followed by the brutal quiet of the vicinity. The silence between the two was filled with chewing noises, the blonde’s gaze unwavering as his left hand was very obviously feeding on detonating clay from a small sack he held with in his right. Tobi slowly stepped to the side and ran down the hall, the sound of his footsteps disappearing sooner than they should’ve. That fucker teleported away. Deidara closed his eye in frustration before looking at the door and remembering why he was here in the first place. He wanted to talk to you about joining him on a mission he was given in which he’d return to wreak havoc upon the hidden stone, his home, yet again.

“What was that idiot doing in there?” He had relinquished his hand from the bag of clay before opening the door to be met with your almost naked figure. You were in the middle of hooking your bra together when you noticed the door open and froze entirely before quietly greeting him. Deidara’s jaw dropped nearly to the floor. Your hair was not in the same state as it was when you came in, you were nearly naked, and Tobi had just left your room. You had just gotten fucked. And out of all people it was by-

“TOBI???”

#obito uchiha #囧 oneshots — kibaswhore.#akatsuki x reader #obito x reader #tobi x reader #akatsuki smut #Tobi smut #obito smut #obito x you #obito x y/n

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doopy-n-loopy · 4 years ago

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Yan!Tobi/obito × reader headcannons

I've been thinking about these scenarios all friggin week, I just GOTTA make this post

// Obsessiveness, yandere, sexual stuff, also some noncon

Some backstory:

After being recruited by the Akatsuki, you noticed a certain... Someone paying special attention to you. You started noticing it when you went on missions with them and hung around the base why they were there. That person was Tobi

And of course, what they do differs on who you know... Do you know Tobi or Obito?

Tobi

[Sfw]

Tobi giggles whenever he sees you and hides behind a corner like a schoolgirl

Tobi gets all flustered under his mask when you talk to him

Tobi constantly compliments you

When Deidara is bullying Tobi, he'll hide behind you

Tobi took a whiff of your hair once, like, audibly. You could fucking tell this mfer sniffed up your hair and you just shiver kinda hot tho ngl

Gets all giddy when he's assigned a mission with you

"Yayyy Tobi gets to go on a mission with y/n senpai!"

Brings you some dango and snacks at times how sweet

When you take a break on a mission he'll sit next to you

When you go to sleep on a mission he'll wait till you're asleep to curl up by you

You know he does this but you're always too tired to make a fuss

It also helps when it's cold, he's surprisingly warm

B a b y

He's just so adorable

Will nuzzle your face with his mask

When you two are alone he'll use the honorific "chan" with you

Always seems very protective over you, whenever someone is talking to you he'll interrupt and find a way to get you to himself

[Nsfw]

Tobi will make semi sexual remarks to you

"Tobi like Y/n chan's cute body!"

Makes you a bit flustered

Tobi will ALWAYS find a way to have his hands on you

He's being chased by Deidara and he runs into your chest and just snuggles up in there pleading for you to save him

When he hugs you, it's fast and tight and he picks you up so you don't have much time to react, this way he secretly grabs your ass or thighs

Sometimes he'll say something sexual and play it off like he didn't know what it meant just to see your flustered face

Imagine: you're making salad and he walks up and goes "I knew y/n senpai likes having their salad tossed!" Which makes your ENTIRE FACE turn red because he ALWAYS does it when someone else is around, that time Kisame was around and he cracked up

Whenever someone makes a sexual remark towards you he'll always make sure he calls them out on it

If you're in a deep sleep you will not wake up for the life of you, and Tobi knows when you are. So he'll usally come up to you and dry hump you lightly, moaning quietly

He usually tries to refrain from kidnapping because he doesn't really have a private house where he can keep you but if it comes to that point he WILL take you, then his Obito side will come out

Obito

[Sfw]

Obito comes up behind you and hugs you whenever you're doing something

He rests his head on his shoulder

He usually also says sweet things into your ear like "you're mine" and "I love you"

Or he stays silent which is good too

He's much more touchy than Tobi poor touch starved bb and his hugs are way deeper, to the point where you can feel his heartbeat

He plays with your hair, twirling it around his finger

Plants soft kisses onto the back of your neck or anywhere he can get tk easily

Also sometimes licks you

If you ever make out with him, he'll go rough with his tounge to make you moan

Nibbles your ear at times

So.many.compliments.

His voice is quieter and smoother around you

Sometimes uses his sharingan to make you uncomfortable or to threaten you

You start talking and if you say something he doesn't like, he'll peer at you through the mask

Any guy who talks to you better pray they die quickly

[Nsfw]

Doesn't do much sexual stuff to you before he kidnaps you, the most he'll do is stare silently at your ass or check you out and smirk

Or when you two are alone, he'll stay a certain distance from you and put his hand through the other dimension and out to your dimension just to reach to your ass and slap it hard enough to leave a red mark so it stings for a couple days

But when he does- oh boy

When you're alone you better hope he's at least a little gentle

Because if he's not he'll go all out

He'll wake you up in the middle of the night with his dry humping and moaning

"y/n..."

His smooth seductive voice will send shivers down your neck as he moans out your name

He usually will wait for sex but if you deny it for too long, he will force it onto you

And because you made him wait, he won't go nice

He will absolutely destroy every hole in your body

It turns him on when you cry

He gives you hickeys during sex

He will take you on any surface ne finds- ANY.

If he can't find a clean surface then he'll pick you up and hop you on his dick

If you piss him off during sex he'll slap you across the face hard enough to leave a red mark

He loves to hear your whimpering and he'll make sure you know that

Sometimes forces you to look into his eyes

Uses his sharingan to cast a genjutsu on you at times to make you feel more pleasure or cum if you're having a hard time

Usually will cum in you but other times will cum on you, especially in your underwear and he will make you wear that underwear for the rest of the day no matter what you say

Bites your toungue while making out with you at times, but only lightly

Rough make out session, sessions that make you drool and pant

If you rip a shirt he'll usually leave you shirtless for a week

Lord help if you rip pants or your asscheek slightly shows

He'll go feral and probably destroy you every day

Make you praise his cock

He bought some sexy stuff for you to wear once, he likes seeing you in it from time to time

Just so fucking horny holy crap

Into chains and stuff so he'll handcuff you to your bedframe or tie you up using rope

Honestly couldn't think of anymore, if I do I'll make a part 2

Requests are open! Pop into my ask box to ask for a story

Song that reminds me of them:

#obito #naruto #akatsuki #yandere #yandere obito #my hcs #headcanon #obito uchiha #akatsuki x reader #yandere akatsuki #yandere naruto x reader #yandere naruto #naruto x reader

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mellowwangxianenthusiast · 2 years ago

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Vampire Kagehina pt 1 of ?

"Hey Tobi, look at the fangs I got for Halloween this year!" He walked into their shared apartment and pulled out the cheap plastic fangs he had just bought from Spirit Halloween on his way home from work. He got a blank stare in response from his roommate/man he's been in love with since sophomore year of college. "Thought you didn't believe in the supernatural?" Kageyamas voice was incredulous with a slight hint of hope that made Hinata roll his eyes. "I still dont and no matter what you try to tell me, the landlord is not a werewolf and the baristas arent fairys" "Fae" "Whatever, and the bakery isn't run by fairies! Just cause theyve gotten you into the habit of buying coffee from them doesn't mean they put a spell on you."

"Sho, the landlord literally goes on vacation every full moon and dogs love him. And they did!" Hinata rolled his eyes, only he would have a crush on the world's most enthusiastic supernatural believer. "No you just are weak to a good deal. I'm surprised you're awake already,

You went to bed at sunrise...I dont know how you can stand the nightshift, I'd miss the sun too much...not the heat though" He wasn't startled when Kageyama suddenly was by his side, unloading the groceries. He moved freaking quieter than a mouse. "I have tonight and this weekend off so I thought we could have a movie night or something." Hinata immediately agreed, rattling off the list of Halloween movies they absolutely must watch. They had been roommates since Senior year and four years later, Hinata was still

Got giddy everytime Kageyama wanted to spend time with him. He never understood why someone who looked like him, who was as smart and talented as him, wanted to spend time with Hinata. Well, aside from the fact that Hinata was the funniest person alive. At least that's how

Kageyama made him feel, since he always laughed at Hinatas jokes. Not even pity laughs, real ones They cuddled on the couch as they started the marathon. It had started under the guise of Hinata always running hot and needing something to cool him down, and after all these years

It just became natural. The days leading up to Halloween blurred together and Hinata had noticed that Kageyama had been increasingly more touchy, spent even more time with him. Even met him for lunch a few times, which was surprising since he hated waking up early. Hinata tried to not hold out hope that Kageyama had feelings for him too. Hinata got home from work early on Halloween and he was excited because they were going to Kageyamas friends Halloween party. Sho had been begging Kageyama for years to ask for an invite since it was

"Exclusive", though he never would say exclusive to who. Hinata wasn't sure what made him change his mind this year. When he got into his room, he changed into his vampire costume, making sure his hair was slicked back and that the contacts looked good. "Okay Tobi I'm re- hey!!! You told me you weren't dressing up this year!! Bakageyama, you could have gotten me fancy cool fangs too!!! Geez those look so real, how much did they cost?" Hinata didn't mind they were both going as vampires, though his traitor best friend could have shared the link to the deep blood red contacts and the scary realistic fangs that looked like they really could pierce skin. The idea made his knees weak but he couldn't get distracted by the betrayal! "They didn't cost anything. They're real." "Tobi I think I would have known

If you were getting your teeth changed at the dentist." Hinata went into their shared kitchen and grabbed a water bottle, turning around just as Kageyama moved towards him almost like a blur. "Sho, you really have to listen to me for once. Especially if you want to go to the

Party. It's dangerous for humans so you need to be aware" For humans? Maybe Kageyama was more into Halloween then he thought... "Right right well tonight I'm not a human, I'm a vampire!" All that got was a huff of frustration and the next thing Hinata knew was his hand was

Being grabbed and there was a serious look in Kageyamas eyes. "Do you trust me?" "Always." The immediate answer made Kageyama smile but his focus turned to Hinats arm and he bit him. Hinata expected pain, I mean who goes around biting people, so when pleasure built in his

Stomach and a quiet moan escaped his lips, he was confused. Kageyama was drinking his blood. He didn't do it for long, only a few seconds before he unlatched his mouth and licked the small amount of blood from Hinatas skin and his own lips. He stepped forward, caging Hinata in

Against the counter. "The landlord is a werewolf. The bakery is ran by fae, and your roommate is a vampire." Every fiber of Hinates being was screaming that this was a joke, but deep down he knew it was true. I mean, his best friend just drank his blood. "I'm in love with a vampire...?" That was not what he meant to say, outloud at least. Kageyama had a brief flash of surprise on his face before he was crowding into Hinatas space, tilting his chin up so hinata was forced to look up at him. He hated (re:loved) the smirk looking down at him. "You love a vampire. If I was less selfish, I'd say you poor thing, having a vampire love you back" That took Hinatas breath away. Kageyama leaned forward, his lips inches above Hinatas "Only if you want this too"

Hinata nodded and then their lips crashed together and he felt hands grip his waist. He wanted to kiss him forever, and when he opened his mouth and then felt the tip of a fang graze his tongue, he knew forever wasn't enough. When they broke apart, their chests were heaving and

It took Hinata a few seconds to pull his words together. "We can go- we can go to the party next year" He got another victorious grin in response and the next thing he knew, he was straddling Kageyamas lap as they sat on the couch, kissing once more.

#kagehina #kageyama x hinata #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyuo #hinata shoyo #vampire kageyama #vampire au #moving from twitter #sorry for the format

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scary-lasagna · 3 years ago

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Can we please have yandere Masky, Hoodie, and Toby, with an significant other that escaped just to go fishing in the forest. S/O sees them and waves at them like everything is fine.

Masky

"Where the FUCK did you get a fishing pole?!"

There was a little lake in the center of the forest you lived by. It was quite peaceful, and the mosquitos didn't bother you whenever you sat here

It gave you a sense of serenity while Masky was at work.

Not that he knew you found a way out to escape. But in honesty, it wasn't terrible living with him as long as you listened.

And when he let for work you got to escape into the forest nearby, or perhaps get some lunch in the nearest gas station.

(The same gas station you use for buying fishing bait, btw).

Masky's anger morphed into frustrated confusion. Masky doesn't own a fishing pole.

"I- uh- I found it? It was just laying- Okay, I see that you're angry!-"'

Masky advanced toward you, trapping you against the edge of the rock you perched on. He squatted down in front of you, piercing your soul with those crystalline blue eyes.

"I should fucking choke you out with that line."

You gulped, shifting nervously. Could you escape if you jumped? Is Masky a good swimmer?

Everything was going so smoothly recently, it was a shame to see him hostile like this again.

Masky fisted your hair, and dragged you back towards the bank, dismissing your thrashing and protests. "MY BAIT! I BOUGHT THAT!"

He threw you to the ground with astonish, and you know you'd feel that lump on your skull in the morning. "You-.... You went into the gas station?... And you didn't call for help?"

"Well, why would I?" You shrugged.

"..."

"You're stupider than I thought you were." And with that, Masky dragged you home, not caring about the damages the fishing line will do to the environment.

You're in for a world of pain once you get back home. Don't think your stupidity will go unpunished.

Hoodie

He knew you were gone the moment you stepped out of the house.

Thanks to your nifty new tracking anklet disguised as a beautiful silver chain, Hoodie knew exactly where you were at all times.

In fact, Hoodie followed you all the way to the lake. He was planning on surprising you with a very rough tackle to the ground, should you ever decide to turn around.

The fear on your face was to die for. Every. Single. Time.

Hoodie wanted to see it before dragging you home.

From a tree, Hoodie watched as you struggled to find bait in the nearby dirt next to the quaint spot you picked. He watched as you poked yourself trying to put it on. He watched as you almost fell asleep waiting for a bite.

He saw everything, just like he always does.

And when you were nodding off again, Hoodie kicked your spine with his Size 13 steel-toed work boots.

You gulped in gross, pond water before you could grasp your bearings.

"Get out. You're going home, or I'm going to give you something much worse than a light kick that involves that pretty face of yours."

It took great effort not to gag out the pond water as you crawled out through the mud and cattails.

"And once you're in your room, I'm leaving to find your accomplice. When I come back, you better still be in the same exact position or you're going to have a bad time for the rest of the month."

You gulped, nodding. The next time you'll shower is uncertain. But you hope he'll spare you some mercy, because the smell was already making you nauseated.

Or maybe it was the boot print stamped on your spine that was turning your stomach.

Toby

Oh, you silly goose! If you wanted to go outside, you could've told him!

Toby was enraged when he saw you missing. Did you escape? Were you kidnapped? Did you secretly run off with your new over?

His mind was racing before he even left the house!

But...you were just sitting peacefully on the bank of the lake, holding a fishing pole between your legs as you struggled to rip open some Goldfish snacks with your teeth.

Toby decided to stealthily sneak up on you, watching as you almost lost the pole when your teeth slipped past the plastic.

You attempted again, successfully tearing it open but spilling a few crackers for the frogs nearby to inspect suspiciously.

Toby watched you in silence, too focused for his tics to interrupt this serene moment.

He crept up behind you, footsteps silent, and leaned side to side to catch a glimpse over your shoulders. Your serene position was admired up close, and Toby couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked to him.

You simply tucked your feet under your thighs, criss-cross, and adjusted your reel a little bit.

You looked so peaceful.

Without Toby.

Toby doesn't like this anymore.

His face drops into a scowl, and the rage he felt previously resurfaced into a bubbling, boiling frustration and betrayal.

When he grabbed the back of your collar, you gagged when it snapped against your throat.

"Where were you?!" He cried out desperately. The brunette was towering over you and you had nowhere to run that Toby wouldn't immediately catch you.

You weren't given time to answer, you were pulled roughly against Toby's body. He buried his face against your hair, sniffling as he mumbled incoherently.

"Oh [Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N]....Please don't ever leave me again, I was so scared."

"I know.."

"So scared, so scared... C'mon, I'll take you back home. L-Let's go." You knew Toby would quadruple check the locks next time. So long to your peace of mind.

#masky #hoodie #toby #it'll only be so long until Toby decides to hurt you tbh

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ewritesfanfics · 3 years ago

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Day 6: Bounty Hunters

@krexieweek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36919867

A/N: So, I hadn't meant it to at first, but somehow this ended up just being basically the same universe as my fic for Day 1: Battle of the Bands. Make of that what you will.

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To say Douxie is panicking would be an understatement.

One might think that, after all these years, he might have a better handle on keeping cool, calm, and collected in tense situations, but alas, he does not. Especially not when it comes to his friends.

Especially not when it comes to Krel.

So, when he got a garbled and barely legible text message from the Akiridion, with the only readable words being ‘attack’ and ‘help’, he ran from his barely-an-apartment without a second thought, sprinting through the streets of Arcadia in basically his pajamas, lacking shoes, house keys, and Archie. He’s just thankful his barely-an-apartment isn’t that far from the location.

“I thought my running days were over!” he hears Toby cry out.

He cuts between two buildings just in time to come upon a large, glowing orange creature hurl a double-ended hammer at the group with a loud, “I will crush you!”

“Clipeatusa!”

Before Aja can even finish putting up her serrator-shield, Douxie’s ward surrounds the group, reflecting the hammer at a high, sharp angle, and sending it spinning far into the night. The extraterrestrial holds out its hand in an obvious gesture to resummon his weapon, but Douxie figures with the force it shot off with, he’s bought at least a little time.

“What was that!?” Eli cries out.

“Your backup!” Douxie responds, already thinking of all the possible spells he could use here.

“Douxie!” Krel calls out.

“Douxie!?” Eli calls out.

“We fighting or running? Because if it’s the latter, we should get a move on before that hammer comes back!”

“Fight!” Toby says at the same time the rest of them say, “Run!”

“You’ve been outvoted Toby, go!” Douxie says, the whooshing sound of air displacement by a large, spinning object drawing nearer, signaling the end of the time he bought.

“It’s hammer time!”

“Quick, behind Stuart Electronics!” Aja says, and the group files in quickly, Douxie bringing up the rear and locking in a shield charm.

On the other side, Douxie reflects the hammer once more, and the muscles in his arms strain and groan from the effort. The shield charm may deflect things, but there’s still momentum and mass. He could shield against those as well, but that would be two more spells on top of this or an incredibly draining and complex shield spell, and he doesn’t feel like passing out in an alley right now.

The creature goes after his hammer that was ricocheted in the opposite direction, which gives them enough time to put some distance between them.

They make a break for it through the forest and come upon the Tarron’s house – connected to a very large ship.

He knew the mothership was large, but actually seeing it from the outside is a whole different matter.

“There’s a spaceship growing out of your house? You have a space house?” Toby gasps.

“Shh,” Aja insists, “The bounty hunter could have followed us.”

“Also, our ‘spaceship’ prefers to be called Mother,” Krel adds.

“Let’s hope she knows how to stop whatever that lifeform was,” Aja says.

They sneak around to roughly where the front entrance is.

“How’re we going to get up there?” Eli asks, but he doesn’t get to finish his question before Aja parkours between the trees and flips through the open door, disappearing from sight.

“Go ahead Krel, I can help these guys,” Douxie says, and Krel nods, following the same path that Aja took.

“How’re you gonna help us?” Steve asks.

“Sina pondera facti,” Douxie says, pointing at them. They are briefly outlined in blue, a rune appearing above their heads, and then, they return to normal. “Now, everybody hold hands and pretend you like each other.”

“Wait, what did you do to us?” Steve asks.

“Hold hands?” Eli asks.

“Just do it.”

The three boys do so, and Douxie puts himself between Toby and Steve, and Steve has Eli on his other side.

“Now, don’t let go until I’ve let go.”

“What happens if we do let go?” Toby asks.

“You’ll get flung into the stratosphere.”

“What!?” Toby and Eli cry out in shock, and Steve says in confusion.

“Hold on tight! Salira altum sea!”

With that, Douxie jumps. The other teens scream, their grips almost bruising, as they are sent flying high through the air, rocketing far up past the house, and above the tree line, but only very briefly, before sharply plummeting.

“This is gonna hurt!” he calls out, and since he can’t exactly call up the spell on his bracelet, he just opts for shouting, “Tarda descensus!”

They hit the blue barrier that forms in front of them about 10 feet from the step of the house, and then Douxie lets it go, along with the spell he placed on the others. They each fall the rest of the way, landing painfully, but successfully.

“What the ever-loving flip was that?” Steve wheezes from where he lays.

“A weightlessness spell, a jumping spell, then an anti-gravity spell. Or a fall-slowing spell, depending on how you wish to look at it.”

“So … how would we have been sent into the stratosphere if we let go?” Toby asks.

“Well, as according to Newton’s First Law of Motion, an object in motion remains in motion at constant speed and in a straight line unless acted on by an unbalanced force. Now, think of the force equation, F = ma, force equals mass multiplied by acceleration. Via my spell, your mass aka variable ‘m’ was magically counteracted and reduced to as close to zero as I could get, and then I introduced a variable ‘a’, acceleration. The ‘a’ multiplied by my ‘m’ was enough force to take us up as high as we went. At the height of our arc, ‘a’ had decayed enough that the up-force became less than the down-force, or gravity. But see, your ‘m’ was much less than mine and we had the same ‘a’, meaning your total up-force was much greater than my own. It would have taken a lot longer for gravity to become the greater force acting upon you. You would eventually come down, but it would have taken a long time.

“And if I were to release the weightlessness spell after you let go, you would come down faster with the increased ‘m’, but you would still have the greater height and if you had gotten too far out, I might not have been able to judge your position well enough to keep you from becoming a splatter on the forest floor. In all reality, you probably wouldn’t have gotten too far before I noticed and would have been fine, but I like to minimize what could go wrong.”

“What in the actual fuck?” Toby says.

"Was that English?" Steve asks.

He turns to go inside and sees Krel standing at the door, a dreamy look on his face.

“Why does Krel look like that?” Eli asks as he helps Steve to his feet.

“That is a look born of a mix of appreciation and adoration,” Douxie says, and Krel blushes, a human aspect born from his transduction that has bled into his Akiridion form, and an aspect that Douxie quite likes has bled over.

“Huh?” Toby asks, and Eli gives him an equally confused look. Steve just goes to Aja.

“I know basic physics concepts and whatnot, but I can only rattle off things to that specificity because of Krel and some extra work on my own time. Me rattling all of that off is proof that I have been actively listening and working to understand even if I am not quite the savant that he is, and there’s nothing more attractive than a partner who actively listens and does their utmost to understand the topics nearest and dearest to your heart, or in his case, core. I’m still absolute shit at the more advanced stuff, and that's not even including all the Akiridion physics and whatnot, I predate Newtonian physics by centuries after all, but I’ve been working at improving and I've gotten pretty good with the fundamentals.”

"Guys, let's get down to Mother before the bounty hunter comes looking for us!" Aja calls out from inside.

When they get down to command central, Eli and Toby immediately go running in and start examining everything like kids in a candy shop, shouting about how cool everything is.

“Is it cool? I mean, I guess I’m just used to it. You know, been here a million times now,” Steve says nonchalantly.

“Really now, Steve?” Douxie says, quirking an eyebrow, and stifling a laugh as the teen almost falls off the platform, screeching and squawking. He magically grabs the back of Steve’s shirt and sets him back on his feet, to which Steve just gives a nervous laugh. Douxie and Krel exchange an exasperated look and Aja just huffs fondly.

“Steve, how could you not tell me?” Eli asks as Toby starts to mess with the console.

“Uh, Toby, I wouldn’t mess with that!” Douxie calls, jogging up to the console and pulling Toby’s hands away from almost pressing the self-destruct button.

“I just told you!” Steve says.

“But what about our Creepslayerz Oath?” Eli asks.

“What Creepslayerz Oath? What are you talking about?” Steve asks.

“Exactly! We were supposed to write one!” Eli says, jumping into one of the chairs.

Krel cuts into the Creepslayerz conversation, joining Douxie and Toby up by the console, shooing the latter away. “Can we return to this subject later? We have a bounty hunter to deal with.”

Toby retreats and takes the other chair. Aja and Steve come up from behind.

“I can manually access Mother’s database here,” Krel says, hands and fingers flying, “Just takes a couple sektons to unlock.”

“Log,” Mother’s robotic voice rings out, “Pulling up Commander Vex’s logs.”

“No, not ‘logs’!” Krel says, and Douxie can already tell how this is going to go.

“Delson one, Commander Vex reporting. Or should Varvatos say “Nanny Vex”?”

“Mother, get him off the screen!”

“Next screen.”

“No!”

“Delson 17. Varvatos met Nancy Domzalski –”

“My Nana?”

“She captured my rook, my queen, and my core. She is, how the hoomans would say, ‘hot’.”

“Hot? Ew! No, no, no! She’s not hot, she’s Nana!” Toby cries out, scrabbling to change the video.

It changes to just a video of Varvatos practicing his fighting, going through forms and techniques.

“Oh man, he’s a really good fighter! Who is he?” Eli asks.

Douxie can practically feel the rage and the hurt radiating off of Krel. He places a hand on Krel’s shoulder, testing out whether or not the Akiridion will accept the physical comfort. Krel crosses both sets of arms, tensing up, but he leans into Douxie, and Douxie quickly slides the hand along his shoulder to bring Krel under his arm in a secure side-hug.

“Nobody,” Krel grumbles. It’s angry and stubborn, but Douxie can hear the slightest quiver in his voice, and Douxie’s heart breaks.

Something needs to be done about this.

“It’s a long story,” he hears Aja say from behind him, before following with, “Mother, any information on a bounty hunter with a giant hammer-thing?”

“Searching, searching, searching, searching …”

“She’s still rebooting,” Krel says, bringing up a hand to his forehead, exasperated.

“She did go through quite the ordeal two weeks ago, and from what I’ve seen, she’s a very complex computer. We just have to work with her as she reboots,” Douxie says, trying to assuage Krel’s frustration.

“Your order for red boots has been shipped and will arrive in two to five business delsons.”

“No!” Krel yells, and Douxie sighs.

“Bounty hunter identified. Magma-Tron hails from the planet Cindor. Cindorites are an almost indestructible, violent race of mechanized beings known for their wanton disregard for life. They are prone to quips, ruthless cruelty, and what humans refer to as “trash talking”.”

“Mother,” Aja says from beside Douxie, which he doesn’t flinch at at all, “Any information on how to defeat this guy?”

“Searching my database. The only known weakness is … wa- … wa- … wa- … System rebooting.”

Both the siblings groan and Aja sighs, “This is going to take forever!”

“Not necessarily,” Douxie says as someone’s phone chimes.

“What do you mean by that?” Aja asks.

“One of the alien traps went off! It caught something in the sewers!” Eli exclaims, cutting off that line of questioning.

“It could be Magma-Tron!” Krel says as they turn to look at Eli, who’s showing them the location on his phone. “Wait, were you trying to trap us?”

Something inside Douxie growls lowly at that, which he carefully contains and chalks up to his familiar-ship with Archie.

“Yeah, but only because someone never told me you were cool.”

“You shouldn’t have needed someone to tell you. Why would you assume every extraterrestrial was bad when you had already seen there are good and bad trolls?” Douxie asks, “There are no species or societies that are 100% good or 100% bad. Caution can be good when approaching something or someone you know nothing about, but you can’t just go around assuming the worse of everyone and everything! That’s incredibly insulting for one, and also liable to get you on the wrong side of the wrong people very quickly.”

Eli looks properly chastised, and Krel grabs Douxie’s hand and gives it an appreciative squeeze.

Steve grabs the phone and tosses it to Aja.

“We must stop Magma-Tron before he hurts someone,” she says.

“Or us,” Krel adds.

“Still happy Vex is gone?” Aja snaps, and Krel flinches back at that.

“Aja, you know as well as I do that was uncalled for. Krel is having just as hard of a time with Varvatos being gone as you are,” Douxie cuts in.

“And what do you know about loss!?” she practically bites, and Douxie can’t keep himself from lashing out, Aja digging at just the wrong wound. But he does manage to school it in enough to keep his voice calm and demeanor cool.

“I am a 919-year-old wizard who has seen empires and countries rise and fall, has fought in some of the bloodiest wars in history, and has seen the very worst of humanity. I lost my pseudo-sister when she turned on myself and my master and our kingdom, and then she took from me my master, who was basically my father, and then I lost my home within 24 hours of losing my father figure, much like yourself mind you. I have made and lost more friends, acquaintances, and family than you could possibly imagine. Forgive me if I might think I know a thing or two about loss.”

Everyone in the room is dead silent, staring at Douxie in shock, and Krel has tightened his grip on Douxie’s hand.

“Well, then, “Douxie says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “We should go after Magma-Tron. Toby, go get your armor, I’ll go put on some actual clothes, everyone one meet back up in the town square. From there, Eli can lead the way.”

Half an hour later, they find themselves navigating through the sewers, most of that time having been taken up by Archie lecturing Douxie.

Finally, Eli stops them.

“The trap is just around this corner,” he whispers.

“We’ll take it from here,” Aja says. She and Krel take out their serrator-blades, and Toby pulls out his hammer. Douxie readies a spell. Archie gets ready to hold back Steve and Eli, as Douxie doesn’t trust them not to get in the way.

They jump out and –

“Zadra?” Krel says, “What are you doing here?”

And Zadra it most certainly is. She’s tangled in a net, reaching for … a Nougat Nummy.

Douxie rolls his eyes.

“None of my battlefield training prepared me for the temptations of these delicious confections.”

“Yeah! The Nougat Nummies worked!” Eli cheers.

“I ordered you not to leave the ship for your own protection!” she says, sliding right into the scolding.

“And considering how much longer you have spent with Aja and Krel than me, you should have known there was no way you were keeping them contained to the ship,” Douxie says.

“He has a point,” Krel says, stifling a giggle.

“Is there some cheat sheet we could get? Like, how do we tell who’s a good alien or a bad alien?” Toby asks.

“How do you tell who’s a good troll or a bad troll? A good human or a bad human?” Douxie shoots back.

Then there’s a clank and a recognizable double-ended hammer comes spinning down the sewer line. They barely manage to duck before it returns to its owner, boomerang style.

“Give up your cores, Tarrons, before I rip them from your bodies!”

“A Cindorite?” Zadra gasps, “My Royals, run!”

“With Varvatos Vex off-planet, no one can save you now!”

“Off-planet?” Aja gasps, “You know where Varvatos is! Where is he?”

“Not here to protect you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I am then, huh?” Douxie says, stepping forward in front of the armed siblings.

“Douxie, what are you doing?” Krel asks.

“And who are you?”

“Someone who likes Krel’s and Aja’s cores exactly where they are,” Douxie says, “And would prefer them to stay there.”

“Hahaha! Say goodbye to your teeth!”

Magma-Tron first goes to throw it, but Douxie says something before he can.

“Really, you’re just going to throw it? I would’ve thought you had more bravery than a feeble larvox! But you’re no better than a soolian.”

“Douxie!” Aja gasps.

“Douxie, don’t goad him!” Krel cries out.

But that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

He doesn’t know what ‘soolian’ means exactly, nor does he know exactly what a larvox is, but what he does know is that what he just said is insulting, and if he’s reading Magma-Tron right, then that ought to be enough.

“How dare you!”

Magma-Tron runs forward, hauling his hammer up as if to come down on Douxie’s head.

Perfect.

Because, really, Magma-Tron? From the planet Cindor? That’s just too easy. And with Mother confirming its weakness begins with ‘wa’, all Douxie needs is a good supply of it (conjuring it is a royal bitch).

“Causa crepitus!”

The bolts on the pipeline above him unscrew, and water comes gushing out straight onto its head.

Magma-Tron screeches in pain and starts to power down.

“Wait, don’t kill him! He knows where Varvatos is!” Aja calls out.

“Glacio!”

The stream of water freezes, holding the short-circuiting Magma-Tron in place.

“If you want your information, now’s the time to get it before he fully boots back up.”

Aja doesn’t need another word, running past Douxie and brandishing her blade. As she does this, Krel comes up and cuts Zadra down.

“Where is Varvatos!?”

“He’s on Earth’s moon, rotting away in some prison cell.”

“Varvatos was captured?” Aja asks.

“He didn’t leave us. He was taken,” Krel says, careful hope edging into his voice though Douxie can hear the effort to keep that at bay.

“By whom?” Aja asks.

“Zeron Alpha. Commander Vex is heading home to Akiridion 5 for his execution.”

“Execution?” Krel says as Aja gasps in horror.

“You’ll be reunited with Varvatos in death!”

At that moment, the ice cracks and shatters, and Magma-Tron breaks free.

Only for Douxie to immediately let go of the freezing spell, allowing the water to flow freely once more, the direct stream pouring onto his head, rendering him immobile and short-circuiting once again.

“So, do we just have to wait for the water to kill him?” Douxie asks.

“It should have weakened him enough for our attacks to kill him,” Zadra says.

Aja and Krel both spring forward at that, their serrator blades now cleanly slicing through Magma-Tron, creating an ‘X’ through him momentarily, before he starts to dissolve into lava.

“That was awesome sauce!” Toby cheers.

“Yep! That’s my girlfriend,” Steve gloats and then turns to Eli, “And you are my friend, Pepperjack.”

“Yes!”

“Creep-”

“Slayerz! Best friends? Bros?”

“Yeah, okay, Pepperjack. Bros. But you’re still a buttsnack.”

Douxie snorts.

“What?” Krel asks quietly, coming over to walk in pace with Douxie back to the main group.

“Just those two. How long do you think it’ll take them to realize?”

“Considering they haven’t already? I think it’ll take someone else telling them at this rate.”

“Aja?”

“It’d probably be best coming from Aja, but I am uncertain whether she’ll catch on or not. I might have to nudge her, which I do not want to do.”

“Because Steve’s her boyfriend?”

“No, it’s not that. Unlike here, it is not socially frowned upon on Akiridion 5 for romantic relationships to consist of more than two people, or for one person to have relationships with two or more people who are not in a mutual relationship, as long as everything is consensual and understood by all involved. It complicates things, though a lot of that complication has been removed since Aja is going by human dating customs rather than Akiridion dating customs. I just don’t want to nudge her because if I meddle in her dating life, she will meddle in mine.”

"Yeah, that sounds like Aja."

Once the group is fully gathered, Krel clears his throat and addresses Zadra, “Sorry we snuck out. And were nearly killed. Again. You were right.”

“You were right as well,” Zadra says, “If you hadn’t left the ship, I might have been killed. And I see now there aren’t just enemies out there. These humans can be our allies, our friends. And more.”

She then turns to Douxie and places a hand on his shoulder.

“I have not been kind to you over the past two wardons, despite the cordiality and respect you showed. Tonight, you have proven yourself a trustworthy and formidable ally. Though do not think this means I will not watch you closely. Just because I can trust you to fight with and for us does not mean I am not still wary of you as Krel's King-in-Waiting Consort-Apparent.”

“Zadra!” Krel hisses.

“Noted,” Douxie says.

“So does that mean you trust me?” Steve asks hopefully.

“You are just a suitor.”

“Zadra!” Aja says, offended.

“What’s the difference?” Steve asks.

“A Consort is the lower-ranking spouse of a monarch, and a suitor is a generic term for someone you are dating, someone you could potentially marry,” Eli says.

“On Akiridion 5, there is actually a greater difference in the terms. I am uncertain of how human royal hierarchical structures work, but on Akiridion 5 there is a very particular structure that has titles attached, including between royals and their life-partners. We have our Kings, Queens, and Monarchs, and the masculine, feminine, and neutral terms of the various positions below them in the royal hierarchy. If their life-partner is a royal, they are also a King/Queen/Monarch. If their life-partner is nonroyal, then they are titled King/Queen/Monarch Consort. Prior to the official ceremony binding them as life-partners, while they are still in the courting stage, the royal potential life-partner would be King/Queen/Monarch-Apparent. The nonroyal potential life-partner would be King/Queen/Monarch Consort-Apparent. These titles carry down the royal hierarchy, the only part that changes being the initial title which indicates rank and gender.

“Douxie here currently holds the position of King-in-Waiting Consort-Apparent as he is in the midst of courtship with the King-in-Waiting, though I am keeping my eye on him, as I just stated. Should he and Krel eventually become official life-partners, he would become King-in-Waiting Consort. His initial rank title would change to just King upon Krel's full ascension to the throne, whether that be before the ceremony, making him King Consort-Apparent, or after the ceremony, making him King Consort. Right now Douxie could also be considered Prince Consort-Apparent since 'King-in-Waiting' is technically a symbolic title. Krel still holds the official, legal position of Prince, he simply now has the official approval for ascension, whenever that may come to pass," Zadra explains.

Douxie had known all of this, Krel had explained it when they got together after the world didn't end to explain things – Krel had wanted to make things clear for Douxie when discussing their relationship since he did not have to hide his Akiridion identity – but it's still weird for him to think about. He's always basically been a peasant, middle-class at best, and the closest he ever got to royalty was when Merlin took him in and he technically became part of Arthur's court. But even then, he was just a lowly apprentice, not the kind of person true royalty would ever spare a glance to, he only got what he did because of Merlin. But now, since he's dating Krel, he actually holds the title Prince Consort-Apparent, and, should everything go as he hopes it will, eventually he'll be King Consort. Which is just plain weird. Him, Hisirdoux Casperan, King Consort? It's almost laughable, how ridiculous the thought is, but it's true, and he can't quite parse through the odd mix of emotions he's experiencing.

“The term I used for Steve, suiter, is a term used not just for royals but in the general public as well," Zadra continues, "A suiter is what someone is called during the courting phase when there is still question as to their seriousness and/or their worthiness."

Toby bursts out laughing, and Eli makes an offended sound on Steve’s behalf.

“What! I’m serious!” Steve says.

“And he’s worthy! Steve is my Prince Consort-Apparent!” Aja insists.

While they take care of … that, Douxie and Krel turn back to the mess, Archie swooping over the mess to inspect.

“Well, you guys certainly did a number on this thing,” Archie says.

“But his weapon remains,” Krel says, going over to it and looking it over. “It is pretty nice. Has a lightweight thruster on each end. If we separate the ends, then … I think I could put this to good use.”

He looks to Douxie, an idea sparkling in his eyes.

By using the thrusters, Stewart’s truck, and an illusion spell, they manage to get the house back into place by noon, not having to worry about prying eyes.

And two days later, after working his shift, he gets another text from Krel.

I really hope it’s not another bounty hunter.

Krel❤️: Got Mother fully rebooted. Stuart retrieved his ship from 49-B. Going to the moon for a prisonbreak. See you in 2-3 delsons, hopefully with Varvatos. Don’t tell Zadra.

Um, what?

#krexie #krexieweek #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron

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ketamineharry · 4 years ago

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Sober - A Sidemen Imagine

Requested: Yes ~ Could you possibly do a domestic violence imagine? I love how unique your imagines are and, the ones where you tackle sensitive topics are the best in my opinion. I hope you are having an amazing day x

Trigger Warning: Mentions of domestic violence

It was a usual Saturday for you, you were out with your best friends. A collective called the Sidemen, which consisted of: Ethan Payyne, Harry Lewis, JJ Olatunji, Joshua Bradley, Simon Minter, Tobi Brown and Vikram Barn. All that you could hear was the pounding of the music around you as you lost yourself in the booze and the beat.

The reason that this had become a regular occurrence for you, wasn’t just because you enjoyed it. It was an escape. An escape from the reality that you were currently facing. You had recently made the courageous decision to leave your abusive partner… well, ex partner. It was hard, for more reasons than one. The abuse that you had faced, had in no way been physical. It was emotional and psychological.

The abuse resided in the way that they had made you feel about yourself and those closest to you. It shut you off, it made you completely dependent on them. You had started to even question your judgement and completely relied on theirs.The alcohol had become a part of your everyday routine pretty quickly after that. It was like a trickle effect, the more you become dependent on your ex, the more that you become dependent on the alcohol.

Finding the strength to leave the situation that you had found yourself in, was the hardest thing. As, not only had you become dependent on them, like the alcohol you had become addicted. You hated to admit it, but you had become addicted to the way that they had treated you so pulling yourself away from that situation was something that you couldn’t have fathomed for a long time before you bought yourself to do it.

However, you knew deep down that if you were going to completely rid your life of their influence you needed to stop drinking so much too. You made your way back over to the VIP table that the boys had rented out for the night and put down your half-full glass. Tobi sat down, an apple juice in his left hand with his phone in his right, scrolling through some app or another.

“I don’t need time to think this over, I need you to help me become sober.” You informed him, as you slid into the booth opposite him.

He looked up from his phone at you, his expression instantly changing to one of concern. “Are you sure?”

“I’d like some nights that I know I won’t forget. If I want to start believing in myself again, and becoming someone people truly like again. This needs to happen. So will you please help me.” You pleaded, with a desperation you didn’t know that you had until that point.

“Of course I’ll help you.” He stands up and walks around to the other side of the booth, sliding in next to you. “The boys and I will be with you every step of the way. Through the highs and lows.”

You were finally on the long road to recovery. You knew that this was going to be difficult, but with your friends by your side, you were never going to be alone.

#harry lewis #sidemen #w2s #harry lewis imagine #harry lewis x reader #sidemen imagine #sidemen x reader #w2s imagine #vikram barn #w2s x reader #tobi brown #Ethan Payne

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just-char · 3 years ago

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Hey Char, been a while. I'm curious, did you play the Snowgrave route of chapter 2 and if so what were your thoughts? I played it and it makes me think of you with the horror elements, so I wondered if you gave it a go.

Hello, Bun! Long time, no see, indeed. I’m glad to hear you thought of me as I primarily associate playing Deltarune and Undertale with you (you were the one who bought me it in the first place, after all, and convinced me to play it. Even when I listen to the soundtrack I think specifically of how you enjoyed it!)

Also, Napstablook = Krickis as far as I am concerned. Where there is Napstablook, I am thinking of Krickis. On actual serious thoughts, the Snowgrave Route is certainly an exciting one. I have not played it myself (Kris and Noelle are so young and I can barely manage to play the genocide route in Undertale) but I did watch another person play through it and my thoughts are as follows: wow!

Toby Fox most definitely has a hidden penchant for horror and it’s planted all across Undertale and Deltarune (Alphy’s lab in the true pacifist run in Undertale immediately comes to mind.) It’s a lot to do with the environment and atmosphere he’s capable of building in all areas of the game creating process, whether it be music or art design or battle mechanics (I imagine with the help of others too, but unfortunately I’m not very familiar with who works on the games) and creepy seems to come easy to him! I know you didn’t ask about Spamton, but his boss battle is another fantastic example of this. That horror element is a lot more... nightmare-y, though, I suppose? What I mean to say is, it’s almost silly. It doesn’t feel as real as what’s happening with Kris actively throughout the game, or what happens to Berdly. Part of this is because fighting Spamton doesn’t have consequences (that are obvious to the player.) The worst that happens is that Kris appears to have a panic attack afterwards and is visibly upset by what they’ve been forced by us to witness, but what I like specifically about the Snowgrave Route is that this lasts and it’s really explored. The lasting consequence it seems to have on the psyche of Noelle and Kris and the implication of the entire route is horror through and through, in a fantastic, amazing, wowza way.

And now, because I am a little bit too excited to talk about this, an unedited and possibly impossible to read ramble about horror and Noelle and Kris below the cut. The way I describe the game and the role the player has might be upsetting, so please do not read unless you’re very comfortable with body control horror etc..

Deltarune isn’t a horror game but its premise mirrors one in multiple ways and I find that very fascinating. It is almost more unnerving that such horrible experiences are masked by the fun, whacky outer layers. One could play Deltarune and never find Jevil or Spamtom’s boss fight or play the Snowgrave route and remain blissfully unaware of what lurks beneath a very normal (if occasionally dark!) adventure story.

Despite this, there is a lot to be said about Kris and the player’s control over them, as well as some choice words from Noelle about Kris’ recent behaviour and demeanour. It’s hard not to assume that Kris is possessed by us. We can force them to say things but they can react to these dialogue choices and become visibly upset at the actions we force upon them, so even playing the game as intended without discovering anything remotely below the surface, it’s impossible to ignore what actually playing the game and controlling Kris does to them. Essentially, stripping away all of the scariest parts of Deltarune doesn’t matter, because its actual premise, where you play, not as Kris, but as an entity CONTROLLING Kris, is in itself horrific! Kris is a child, at most sixteen and I certainly believe younger than that, and no amount of drawing them weirdly tall and lanky and emo-y can change that.

Possession and inability to control one’s self are heavily utilised in horror. When you consider how many times you’ve watched someone be tied down, forced to witness whatever is happening to them in real time, or the general horror and gore associated with demon possession in even current mainstream movies like The Conjuring (or even a mix of both! Media that explores being trapped inside the body without any control while being possessed and the effects it has on your mind is not common enough) it’s easy to see the connections between a lot of horror tropes and Kris’ ‘problem’. Only thing is, we’re directly perpetuating this horror every time we play. We are the demon! We are the person who is strapping someone down and forcing them to witness horrific things by our hand! I mean, it’s just fantastic. Deltarune is by no means a horror but it certainly feels like it. I suppose that’s the power of implication!

Being more specific to the Snowgrave route (I promise the previous ramble was related!) the player extends this control to Noelle, arguably the most vulnerable and ‘helpless’ character in the game so far besides Kris themselves (and even then, that’s in a much more literal way.) unlike Kris, who physically has no choice, Noelle feels as though she has no choice. She’s a pushover and unable to prevent who she perceives as her childhood friend from forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to. Her relationship with her mother seems to play into this complex. Noelle has always been one of my favourite characters— even with what little we see of her in chapter one, she makes a lasting impression and it’s not surprising that people wanted her to be a party member in this chapter. (The irony!) But this newest chapter also furthers an interesting trait of hers, namely, her fascination with fear. She enjoys being scared, she gets a rush from being in dangerous situations, feeling unsafe. She says so herself, though she uses more external situations to explain it (scary forests, etc.) It certainly explains her crush on Susie, but in the Snowgrave Route, it really works against her. Or, we use it against her. At a first glance, what we do to her in the Snowgrave route is awful, and then, the more you think about it, the worst it gets (usually a trademark of excellent horror and great writing in general, in my opinion.) not only are we playing into her deepest insecurities (because remember, it’s not Kris doing this, or us playing AS Kris, it’s just we, the player) we are actively abusing her as a person. We force her to fight. We force her to hurt people. We do all this for power. And we do all this while simultaneously doing it to Kris as well! And forcing Kris to be our mouthpiece, forcing them to hurt their friend who they presumedly love and care for! Unlike Susie and Ralsei, Noelle’s opinion of us cannot affect our journey and she is easy to control, so we do it. And once again, these are kids! They are children! We are not fighting Sans Undertale to the death, we are actively abusing and controlling children, much to the detriment of their mental health and the physical health of those around them.

Details such as the watch and the blackened “conversation” we have with Noelle in the hospital really only add to the experience. The implication that Berdly has been seriously harmed and potentially killed by what we’ve done to him (or more accurately, forced Noelle to do to him) is handled really interestingly from the younger persons perspective, where he simply doesn’t wake up. I could really go on and on, but unfortunately time is a constraint and I don’t think what I’m saying is very easy to parse anyway.

To summarise: Snowgrave Route good. Very well-written. Deltarune is a horror in disguise, but I will continue to put my hands over my ears and pretend everything is okay, just like Mr Toby Fox would like me to do. Thank you very much for the ask, I hope you’re doing well! If you have any thoughts of your own, please share them with me. I’d be delighted to hear your opinion as a writer (horror or not.) :]

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #tw: horror #tw: mind control #(Technically? I’m very worried about the way I describe the game in this post. I don’t want to make any of my followers uncomfortable)

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Here it is, chapter one of my baby, my magnum opus. This fic is going to be so long so I hope you guys are buckled up and ready. Each chapter also is accompanied by a literature/media excerpt and five song mini-mix as a YouTube playlist. - Venom

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Title: drowning lessons

Pairing: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland), and MCU

Chapter: One

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Angst, Depression, References to Depression, References to Drugs, Graphic Drug usage, Addiction, Graphic Usage of Opioids, Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, brief mentions of forced prostitution, Suicidal Ideation, Suicidal Thoughts, drug overdose, Graphic Depiction of a Drug Overdose, Getting Together, Fluff, Banter, The Euphoria Fic, Blowjobs, Alternate Universe - College/University, Drug Addict Harley, Aged-Up Harley Keener, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Drowning Lessons, Falling In Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Underage Drinking, Partying, Purchasing of Drugs, Harley's Nirvana Hoodie is a character

Summary: It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.

In which Harley takes pills, listens to Nirvana, and doesn't want to be alive anymore.

Falling for Peter is easier than breathing, and also the least of his problems.

(Also known as the Parkner Euphoria Fic)

Mini-Mix 1 for Chapter 1

The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We Left school. We

Lurk late. We Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We Die soon.

- Gwendolyn Brooks

It all started with a house party and a bad idea, like most things in Harley’s life.

He was 14, and it was his first party. Well, not his first party, but his first party with actual high schoolers that involved booze that wasn’t snuck out from a parent’s meticulous liquor cabinet. Harley though, didn’t have much of a taste for alcohol.

The smell of beer on people’s clothes was tainted by memories of his Father. He’d had his first beer when he was 10, given to him by his Uncle with strict orders not to tell his Mother. It was bitter, rancid, and burned as it went down and Harley couldn’t understand how people loved this stuff. Or how his Father had chosen this over their family.

The party was a little ways out from the main road and tucked behind a line of trees that led to a few rolling fields of corn. It was October, and there was a slight chill in the air. The corn had been combined at the end of summer, leaving a desecrated patch of land in its wake. By the time next summer rolled around, there would be stalks nearly as tall as Harley. He was fascinated by the cycle of it all.

Technically, there wasn’t supposed to be any freshman at the party, but he had weaseled an invite from his friend Joey’s older brother, Mike, as long as he followed his strict orders to “be cool.” Harley could do that.

When Harley made his way into the house he watched the different crowds of upperclassmen interact. Some were dancing to the loud thumping of the music playing from the speakers by the TV in the living room, while others were huddled into tight groups, either drinking, or passing a joint around. An ache settled inside Harley’s chest.

Harley committed to his role of being a wallflower and held back from all of the groups as he made his way through the house. He had sat on the couch for close to a half-hour when someone passed him a joint and told him to take a hit. Harley did, and was careful not to choke so he didn’t look green at his first-ever real party.

The joint in question got passed around their circle a few more times until someone put it out. At that point, Harley had taken several puffs and was starting to feel light-headed and fuzzy, but in a good way.

The ache in his chest morphed - it spread warmth over Harley’s ribs and clavicle, but it still burned.

Harley floated through the house afterwards, giggling at nothing, and took whatever was offered. He drank something bitter and sour that made him want to hurl before he was passed something sickly sweet but felt like acid as it washed down. When he finally stumbled out of the house he felt a happy buzz wash over him. He could barely feel the cold nip of the air, and goosebumps raised all up along his arms.

He found his bike where he had discarded it on the grass lawn when he arrived. It was hard to see in the dark, especially with his head swimming, but he managed to pull his bike onto the road. The wind of the night air blew through his shaggy overgrown hair as it fell in his eyes. He biked down the eerily quiet streets of his hometown as the persistent aching in his chest eventually subsided, for the first time since it had arrived. No one was around, and his ears were filled with static due to the lack of sound - a sharp contrast from the thudding bass of the party.

He fell off his bike twice before he got home, and winced as his elbow got scratched up from the gravel. But instead of being frightened, he was elated, he couldn't really feel it. He snuck back into his room through the window he kept unlocked for that exact purpose, and made sure to be as quiet as possible, even though the motor functions in his hand were failing him and it took him multiple tries to get his window up.

He changed his clothes, noting how they smelled, and buried them deep into the bottom of his hamper so his Mom wouldn’t get suspicious. When he finally collapsed onto his bed he felt sated. He was warm, and the rocking of his bed from his head spinning as he closed his eyes lulled him to sleep.

It was probably the best sleep he’d gotten in years.

That was the start, but it wasn’t the beginning.

The beginning was not quite a year later, at the start of summer break. He was invited to a pool party by Mike’s friends. As soon as the sun went down they all changed out of their bathing suits and into t-shirts, and shorts. They relocated to Maddy’s basement - the girl who had been throwing the party. Harley was expecting the alcohol, and the weed. He’d gotten used to it by now, and even knew how to roll one of the best joints in town. He kept a stash in a sealed bag buried deep inside his nightstand that he would pull out and smoke in the backyard by the shed whenever things got overwhelming. Or, for when that well-known emptiness crept into his veins, that instead of making him angry, just made him sad, and desolate.

He was used to the weed, but the pills were something new. He was halfway through a joint that he had matched with a girl he vaguely recognized. She had introduced herself as “Tasha” when one of Mike’s friends stumbled over and sat down next to him. Harley passed the joint over to Tasha. His head was swimming pleasantly, and he grinned over at the guy who he was pretty sure was named Toby.

“Look what Jessica’s sister brought,” Toby said excitedly as he held up a baggy with a bunch of tiny perfectly round blue pills. “She’s like the fucking tooth fairy, I swear to God,” He crowed as he handed a pill to Harley and one to Tasha. Tasha glanced over at Harley nervously, and Harley didn’t say anything until Toby left, probably to go distribute the pills to the other partygoers.

Harley looked down at the pill he had clutched in his palm. It had a ‘5’ etched big in the center, with a smaller ‘325’ carved under it. Harley recognized the pills from health class. It was percocet.

Tasha finished the joint and then stubbed it out on a spare plate that everyone had been using as a makeshift ashtray. “I’m gonna go see what Josh is up to,” She told Harley in a small voice before handing him the pill she had been given. “I’m good with just weed.”

Harley nodded dumbly as he watched her scamper off. He took in the scene of the party going on around him as he stared at the now two pills in his hand. It felt like an old cartoon where there was an angel and devil sitting on his shoulder arguing over what he should do. He stared at it for entirely too long before he said, “Fuck it,” and swallowed one down dry. He tucked the other one into his weed grinder for safekeeping, figuring that even if he hated how it made him feel he could probably sell it to someone at school for a couple of dollars.

The next twenty minutes passed slowly as he waited anxiously for it to kick in, to see how it would feel. He didn’t feel anything for the first while and was gonna accuse Jessica’s sister of being an idiot and buying counterfeit pills when it started washing over him in waves. He went out to the back deck where the pool was, and where it was relatively empty. He sat down on the edge as his eyes went half-massed, and the ribbons of euphoria made their way through his bloodstream.

For a blissful while he didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all. He laid out flat, head facing the water, and started swirling circles in it with his pointer finger. He watched for what felt like hours as his finger caused ripples in the pool.

It wasn’t until later, much later, when Joey was helping him into his house quietly, because he was too fucked up to stand, that he pulled the grinder out of his pocket. He opened it once Joey had gone home and looked at the little pill inside of it. Harley didn’t understand alcohol, but he understood this. He would do anything to feel nothing again.

It wasn’t an all-or-nothing type beat, at least in the beginning. It was more gradual. As the low simmer of Harley’s misery built so did his coping mechanisms. It wasn’t until right after he turned 16 that he was sneaking out to parties every single weekend, coming back high, drunk, or sometimes something worse.

He bought from Jessica’s sister for a while until she left town. Then, he bounced around various dealers getting wildly different qualities. He tried a little bit of everything, and never turned down a pill if it was offered. He passed out in so many different basements he lost track. He could tell that his Mom was catching on to his worsening attitude and sunken eyes. Hell, even he had noticed the weight he had lost and how he was able to count most of his ribs without sucking in anymore. None of that mattered. All that mattered was how he could get rid of the emptiness inside of him, even if it was just for a night, or however long the drugs in his system lasted.

He got a job bagging groceries at the mini-mart downtown. Most of the people that he worked with were college burnouts who sold and did drugs whenever they weren’t showing up for a shift. He bought baggies of pills in the parking lot whenever he got off work with the money he made from his minimum wage. He knew that he couldn’t keep up the delicate balance forever, and eventually there would be a tipping of the scales.

It was a month before his 17th birthday when he ran out of money.

He needed a fix so bad that his hands were shaking and he could barely see straight. He had nearly crashed his bike 10 times on his way over to Tyler’s apartment. He wasn’t the best of dudes, but his shit was always pure, and Harley knew he could deliver.

Once Harley climbed up the steps he walked along the railing until he got to the door that led to Tyler’s apartment. He rang the doorbell as he fidgeted with his hoodie and dug his fingers into his palm so hard he nearly drew blood. When Tyler opened the door he followed him inside, chewing on his lip.

Tyler went back to his room as Harley waited anxiously in the foyer. He didn’t have any money, and he didn’t know what he was going to do. All he knew was that he needed another pill. He needed everything to stop. He bit his thumb as he waited for Tyler to come back out. After a few tense moments, Tyler came back out with a baggy full of familiar pills. He sat them down on the coffee table and glanced at Harley expectantly.

“I can pay you back next Friday. That’s when I get paid,” Harley told him, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.

Tyler sucked on his teeth and grabbed the pills back up, before Harley had a chance to reach for them. “You still owe me for last time.”

Harley’s stomach dropped. “Right. I know that. Just- ... I can pay you back next week.”

Tyler shook his head. “And what’s in it for me?”

Harley’s eyes widened as he took in the setting of what was going on. “W-what do you mean?”

Tyler shrugged. “How bad do you want ‘em, kid?”

Harley bristled, and brought the sleeves of his hoodie down to hide his hands. He wanted to hide from the situation completely, but knew he’d be right back here tomorrow if he didn’t leave with the pills that he needed. “What do you want?”

“I heard you gave Colson head at the bonfire party a few months ago,” Tyler said, as Harley’s face burned. “You any good?”

Harley counted to 10 in his head. He thought about a lot of things in the time it took for him to count. He thought about his Mom, his Dad, and his sister. He thought about his one English teacher from the previous year who always had an absurd amount of faith in him and told him that he was capable of great things if he just put his mind to it. He thought briefly about Tony and his billions of dollars while here he was broke as shit and questioning his morals. He thought about Colson, who he’d had a crush on for a couple of months, who let him blow him at a party and then told him afterwards that he wasn’t gay, and that they probably shouldn’t do it again. Lastly, he thought about how shaky his hands were and how all of this would be over as soon as he got his hand on the pills. There were five in the baggy. If he paced himself he could last until next Friday when he got paid and he would never have to do this again.

With that resolve in mind, he closed his eyes and dropped to his knees.

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When he left Tyler’s apartment he couldn’t stop wiping at his mouth, and how it felt dirty and raw. He got halfway down the street before he let his bike fall to the ground and bent over to wretch into the grass on the side of the road. He didn’t have much in his system so it was mostly just bile, but anything, literally anything, was better than the lingering taste of Tyler’s cum in his mouth that only served to remind him what he had let him do.

Once he gathered his wits back up, he was able to make it to the 7-Eleven that was only a few blocks away from his house. He parked his bike in the bike rack outside half in a daze, feeling like he was no longer inside his body. He went into the bathroom with his hood up, and made sure nobody else was inside. He wiped down the edge of the sink with soap, and dried it meticulously with the thin paper towels from the machine. He took one of the pills out of the baggie and smashed it until it was basically powder. He spread it with his finger into a line on the edge of the sink and snorted all of it in one go.

As soon as he did he felt the immediate head rush and stinging pain in his nasal cavity that made his eyes burn and well up with tears. He grabbed onto the sink for dear life as he took several deep breaths. He looked up and finally made eye contact with himself in the mirror. His hair was a messy tangle, and greasy, on top of his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his nose was red, as well as his mouth, which looked rubbed raw. In a certain light, it could have been enticing, but Harley knew that he just really looked wrung out.

He glared at his reflection in the mirror until someone else walked into the bathroom. Harley froze in place and waited till the guy took his position at one of the far down urinals. “Whatever,” he whispered to his reflection as he turned around and left the bathroom, wiping at his nose with the bottom of his hoodie sleeve. The moment he reached his bike he felt it start to kick in and he breathed out a sigh of relief as the telltale rush he had gotten used to spread from his head down his shoulders, all the way to his toes as his chest flooded with warmth.

He just had to make it until next Friday, and then everything was going to be okay.

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The thing was, Harley was a pretty angry person. He wasn’t angry all the time, but the slightest thing could set him off. He had a temper like his Dad, and it was always hard to stop himself from doing something rash, or impulsive. His Mom liked to say that he thought with his fists before his head. His anger was more like a low simmer, on a backburner constantly until something set him off and he snapped. It had only gotten worse since he started the pills, but so had everything in his life. He knew he had a problem, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stop.

Harley had been getting into fights at school for almost as long as he could remember. There was a day in elementary school where he had to wait outside the principal's office with a split lip and torn-up knuckles. He could hear his Mom crying through the door, he could hear her saying how tough it had been since Harley’s Dad had left and it made him feel awful. But, it also kind of just made him want to punch stuff more.

Kids at school were mean, but all kids who are growing are mean, and seem to have endless bouts of nasty shit to say. They picked on Harley because he was weird, and nerdy, and his Dad had left. There wasn’t even a divorce like some of the other kids in his class. He didn’t have elusive tales of two Christmases, or weekends at his Dad’s - all he eventually got was Tony Stark showing up in his garage when he was 9, before he fucked off just like everybody else. Sure, he had decked out his garage, but that didn’t mean much. Tony was a fucking billionaire, it was probably the equivalent of him giving a homeless kid on the street a 5 dollar bill.

Harley got better at learning how to deal with his anger. He also got better at not getting punched, and throwing his own. He learned how to hide bloody knuckles, or bloody noses, and only got pulled into the office a handful of times. They made him go to the school counselor and she said it was a coping mechanism; that the violence was a way for him to act out and ask for attention. Harley thought she was mostly a quack who didn’t actually give a shit about the kids she was supposed to be helping. The fighting had been self-defense, but the pills? He could admit that those were probably the coping mechanism.

Harley thought about his school counselor as he locked the door to his room and threw the baggy of pills that he had worked so hard for into his nightstand, under a pile of books he was supposed to be reading for class and knew he never would. He wondered what she would think of him now, or what he had done. He laughed mirthlessly at the picture of her horrified face as he told her that the school system had failed him, just like his Dad, and just like everybody fucking else.

Despite everything, his grades were good. Harley was smart. He knew he was smart, and that was half of his problem. He stopped having to try in school after the second week of 6th grade. He always showed up, and always finished his work though, even if he was working on his projects high out of his fucking mind. He usually wrote his best papers that way.

Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, he thought about his Dad. He thought about what his Dad would say to him and his pills. Maybe an outsider would draw parallels to him and his Father, from one addict to another. He wasn’t anything like his Father, though. Yeah, Harley had a problem, but he was still here, still doing the shit he was supposed to be doing. He was still a functioning member of society as far as he was concerned and hadn’t ran away as soon as things had gotten tough. His Father was a coward and that’s all he’d ever be.

Sometimes though, sometimes, in the dead of night when he was shaking and sweating from either a comedown, or withdrawal, he would try to discern if his Dad would be sad, if he even gave a shit at all. He wondered if he would be disappointed.

Whenever those thoughts took hold he would just text one of his friends to see if a party was going on, and there usually was. He’d smoke a joint, or take a pill that was offered and suddenly he’d forget all about the thoughts that had previously been consuming him.

But the thing about all of his anger is that he would gladly take it over the sadness. There was a hole inside of him. He wasn’t quite sure when it formed, but it was there. It threatened to consume him whole on nights he was alone and could only stare at the popcorn ceiling of his bedroom. The only time when he didn’t feel empty was when he had some chemical pumping through his veins. So that became his thing.

He couldn’t ignore though, how it was hurting everyone he loved. Abbie and his Mom never said anything, but sometimes it was like they knew. They would give him a look with their sad eyes like they wanted to help him, like they somehow had the capability to heal him. When he came home on certain nights, pupils blown and speech slurred, his Mom would look at him like he was his Father.

Maybe he was slowly becoming his Father.

Either way, it hurt, and he couldn’t stop. The only thing that didn’t hurt anymore was the dizzying rush he got whenever he snorted the pills that he had come to love so much.

There was one night that Harley could remember. He had slammed his bike on the front porch a little hard, and had made a little too much noise coming in through the window of his bedroom. He was high as shit and the world was thick, but buzzing around him. He changed out of his jeans into an undershirt, his hands fumbling and not working right, like they were no longer connected to his brain. When he finally finished his task he stumbled out into the hallway to go to the bathroom before he could pass out for school in the morning.

As soon as he got to the door of the bathroom he could hear his Mom talking in the living room, and he froze. Her voice was muffled, but he could still make out what she was saying. It sounded like she was on the phone with someone, which wouldn’t be an unusual occurrence for her, especially at this time of the night. It always made Harley smile whenever he would come home and she would be gabbing excitedly with one of her girlfriends, or spilling town gossip. This time, however, Harley could tell she wasn’t chatting with her friends.

“He’s just been so withdrawn. I know he sneaks out of the house almost every night and I don’t know if I should let him have his freedom or be concerned.” Harley heard her say, her voice sapped, and weary. “He’s so bright. You know that. I’m worried that’s going to be what gets him.” She paused for a while, so someone else on the phone must have said something. Harley took that time to let his head fall against the door of the bathroom.

Harley had a feeling the conversation was about him and it made him sick. His fuzzy brain was taking in all the words she was saying and knew that he didn’t want her to feel that way. He didn’t want her to worry. But he also couldn’t stop. His brain was whirring all the time and the only thing that ever gave him peace; a fucking reprieve, stopped the voice in his head - the one that sounded like his Father, the one that told him he was a waste of space, that he was nothing - were the pills that he took, or snorted, whichever was easier, or quicker, really. At least when he was high he was a good nothing.

“No, I know. And he’s so good sometimes. He’ll be happy and chatty, and he’s always been so good with Abbie...it could just be a teenager thing. Sometimes I’m just at a loss. I know he needs something, but I don’t know what that is.”

The world to stop turning, Harley thought, with a sudden flash of vengeance. If there was one thing he could write on his Christmas list it would be for the world to stop turning, and for him to stop breathing. But that would definitely cause his Mom more concern and he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to listen to the conversation anymore, so he made sure to open the bathroom door obviously, and took a few stomping steps inside, hitting his hand on the counter in the process, that way she would be alerted to his presence in the hallway.

He couldn’t make out her voice after that.

Harley stared at his face in the mirror. He took in his red eyes, pupils swallowing his irises, skin pale and sickly. At one point he might have been something to look at, with sweeping blonde hair, and a crooked grin that his Mom used to always pinch and say was her favorite.

He didn’t look like that anymore.

He didn’t even look like himself anymore. His outside finally matched his inside - a hollow shell of someone pretending to be a person.

When he got out of the bathroom his Mom was no longer on the phone, and he couldn’t pretend to be anything other than absolutely exhausted, so he shuffled into his room and fell back onto his bed. He played the words she had said on the phone call over and over again in his head until he fell asleep.

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Harley was smart, brilliant, actually, that was the thing. School was a breeze, but he knew that even though he kept his grades up, every time he snuck back in through his bedroom window his Mom was disappointed in him. He knew that she had no idea what he was doing, but she also wasn’t stupid, and somehow knew he was close to doing something that would throw his life away.

If only she knew that this was the only way he could keep on living. If only she knew he probably would have slit his wrists in the bathroom if those tiny little blue pills hadn’t kept him company, and drove away all the malicious clawing thoughts that flickered through his brain constantly.

Harley had an affinity for building things. He also had an affinity for hacking, which would have been worrisome if he wasn’t good enough to hardly ever get caught. After he burned his bridges with Tyler he started exploring his other options. Hacking into the local hospital’s database was so easy it was almost laughable.

He quickly learned it was going to be a dead-end because they kept all their opioids in a Pill-O-Matix which was an automatic drug dispenser that used doctors’ credentials to unlock it. Even if Harley could somehow bypass it he would have to disable the security cams, and it wasn’t something he could do on a regular basis. It wasn’t worth it.

After that, he did some digging into his local pharmacy, but that was mostly a dead end as well. Their computer systems were out of date, but most of their pill tracking was manual, as it was a tiny small-town pharmacy. If any of their opioids went missing they would surely be noticed.

So Harley started bouncing around dealers again. He knew it was dangerous. But the hole inside of him was just as, if not more dangerous, so he knew what he had to do. He got shitty pills from freshmen with older siblings that dealt; who didn’t know the worth of what they were selling. On one occasion he got a set of pills of oxy that were cut with speed that made his heart race and he felt like he was having a low-grade heart attack for hours.

He didn’t want to be this way - a junkie. But he found something that worked when nothing else had. He could feel himself getting worse and worse and knew rock bottom was just around the corner. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t know if it was a sick desire to actually hit rock bottom and to see what that felt like, or if his own self-control had finally waned to a point of no return.

It all came to a head a week before his high school graduation.

Graduation parties were popping up all over the place, and Harley wasn’t about to miss any of them. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to see his friends (friends that he could barely even call friends anymore because he didn’t really talk to anyone who wasn’t going to eventually sell him drugs).

It wasn’t even that he wanted to have a nostalgic cry fest with all the people who had tortured him his entire adolescence. He just wanted to get as smashed as possible so he could forget everything. Then he wouldn’t have to think about college, which he couldn’t afford, or all of the stress that came with being on the cusp of adulthood.

He could tell that something was off as soon as he took the first pill. He got high quicker than usual, and he also felt higher than what was normal. He relished the buzz, every second of it, and used his impairment as an excuse as to why he took another one, and another one once it was offered. He was never one to turn down free drugs. By the time the third one kicked in he could barely walk outside. He must have fallen on the grass lawn because one minute he was looking at the driveway that led to the house, and the next minute he was blinking up at the night sky.

He didn’t even realize that he was puking until someone was rolling him over with a bruising grip on his arms and back. The bile that had been clogging his throat rose and fell out of his mouth as he heaved and heaved. He puked into the grass for what felt like ages until he tried to focus his eyes and could only make out a vague blob of a person standing over him.

“Fuck, Harley,” he could hear the voice saying, but it was distant. It sounded like they were crying, but he couldn’t figure out why they would be crying. Harley opened his mouth to speak but when he did he only choked on bile once again until he was forced to spit it out in the grass.

A loud ringing was in his ears and all the talking he could hear was muffled and unintelligible. He started shivering violently and couldn’t stop. The hand that was holding him reached for something in the pocket of his jeans but Harley could barely feel it. He came back to himself enough to glance over with glassy eyes and recognized the person as Joey. Fuck. He shouldn’t be seeing him like this.

Joey had a phone pressed to his ear, and Harley tried to piece all the details together to figure out what was going on but it was hard to think. All he could feel was the sudden pounding in his head and how his whole body ached in a way that made him feel like he had just been run over by a semi.

It could’ve been hours later, or only a few minutes, time was passing weird for Harley. But suddenly he was seeing his Mom. She was pale as a ghost as her face floated in front of him, blocking his view of the night sky. “Mom?” Harley said, not quite believing what was in front of him. Just saying those words scratched against his raw throat and suddenly Harley was so, so tired. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up.

“Harley, baby.” His Mom said, her cool hands pressed against his face. He was burning up. When did that happen? “What did you take? We need to know what you took.”

“I didn’t take anything,” Harley mumbled out, his words barely coming out as sounds or words. His Mom must have understood because her face turned thunderous.

“What did you take!” She yelled, her voice turning shrill as she screamed. Harley winced and his eyes fell shut until someone was shaking him, causing him to blearily open his eyes again. His Mom and Joey were like little pale-faced moons over his head as he could hardly make out the details of their faces, or why they were looking at him like that, or why they were so concerned. Couldn’t Harley just go to sleep?

“...hospital,” He heard his Mom say distantly. Then jerkily he was being pulled up by two pairs of hands until he was upright. The movement jostled him and his head fell back painfully like a rag doll. The sudden motion caused him to start puking again, and he bent over and heaved on an empty stomach which only made his throat feel like it had been hacked at with razor blades. Every inch of his body hurt.

He didn’t realize he had been put into a car until he was laying in the backseat while Joey held his head, probably to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit again. This was one of his worst nightmares. He could hardly think but suddenly he was stuck in a spiral of guilt so strong that it choked him even further. He could taste the bile he had been throwing up all over his mouth and tongue, and could hear his Mom crying from the front seat.

He was so sorry.

Nobody should be seeing him like this. All he wanted was to go home and pretend like none of this was even happening.

“I’m sorry,” Harley said, even though it was hard for him to talk. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to his Mom, Joey, or possibly both. “I’m sorry,” he kept saying in between the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.

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When Harley woke up he was in a brightly lit hospital, and was lying in a bed. He had various wires hooked to his arms and he felt like death warmed over. Once he was able to blink through the blinding lights and focus on the room he noticed Abbie and Mom, both sound asleep in their own respective guest chairs. A lump formed in his throat as it settled in his bones what had happened.

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After his Mom woke up they fought for what felt like hours. Eventually, it led to her crying as she said she didn’t know what to do. The pills Harley had taken at the party had been laced with fentanyl, and they had caused him to OD. The doctors had told her that he showed signs of having a long-term opioid addiction and would have to go through detox before he would be released. Harley had denied it vehemently until his Mom had told him to cut the bullshit.

In the time that it had taken him to recover he had missed graduation, and hadn’t been able to walk across the stage like the rest of his classmates. Harley pretended that it didn’t sting.

It was clear that his Mother didn’t know what to do with him, and Harley didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that she looked at him differently now, or the fact that he had hurt her so deeply. It wasn’t until he went through the detox with gritted teeth and false promises that he would stay clean that he knew nobody really believed, that he was able to go home.

When Harley got to his room, he stopped short in the doorway and stared. All of his stuff had been packed up into bags that were sitting on his bed. He turned to look at his Mom, who was only a few feet behind him, with betrayal and fear. Was she kicking him out?

Instead of answering him right away, her eyes trained on a picture that was hung up in the hallway, just a little ways down from the entryway to Harley’s bedroom. It was a baby picture of him. His blonde hair was platinum then, but still tangled at the top of his head like a bird's nest, and he had a wide smile on his face that was completely toothless and all gums. He could see the tears welling in his Mom’s eyes as she turned back to face him.

“When you first mentioned that you wanted to take a gap year I got in touch with Tony. He gave me his number years ago and said to call if we ever needed him. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if the number was still going to work. I thought it might do you good to go and see him.” Her voice trembled then, “Lord knows he has more resources than I do.” A tear trickled down her cheek, but she continued. “I know you’re not happy here, baby. You haven’t been happy for a while, and I don’t...I don’t know what to do.”

Harley tried to let her words sink in, but they weren’t making any sense. “Since when does Tony give a shit about me?”

“Oh sweetie,” His Mom said, eyes sad. “He’s always been keeping tabs on you. He wants what’s best for you.” She seemed to gather herself together then, and her voice was less wobbly when she said, “I think a change of scenery will do you good. You have a flight to New York tomorrow morning, so you should probably get some rest.”

Harley balled his hands into fists at his sides and glared at the bags that had been packed for him. He was a problem who was being shipped off to New York because his Mom no longer knew how to handle him. He wasn’t sure what Tony fucking Stark was going to be able to do for him. The fact that he had been keeping up with Harley and how he was doing hit him as a shock because he genuinely thought that the man had forgotten about him, or at least, didn’t care for him anymore. He didn’t know how to handle the information that not only did Tony in fact care about him, but cared about him enough to open his home to him and want to help him.

“And what if I don’t want to go to New York?” Harley tested, because he always had to push.

His Mom only pursed her lips sadly. “It’s not negotiable.” She closed his door then, he guessed to give him a semblance of privacy. Not like it mattered, he was sure his room had been cleaned of all his stashes, and all his shit was packed up anyway.

Harley punched his pillow repeatedly, and screamed into it a few times before he ended up curled up in his bed and staring unblinkingly at the wall. If he was miserable in Tennessee he doubted New York was going to be much better.

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Hey I saw your requests and I was wondering if you could do something where Tom Hiddleston and the reader used to date but broke up before she could tell him she was pregnant so it wasn’t until years later they meet again and he finds out he has a kid he never knew about?

I would love to💖!!!!! I think Daddy!Hiddles would be the absolute best and he’d be an angel✨. I’ve vaguely implied the reason for the breakup but not given the actual event. I hope you like it!!

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Daddy Dearest

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston × Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff and a little angst, use of the word ‘shit’ I guess.

Word Count: 1288

Y/n’s POV:

“Tobias, get dressed. You’re already late for school, love.” I said to my 5 year old who had the poutiest face on planet earth in this moment. He gets it from his father, I think. Wait, what? Why am I thinking about him today? Brain, I don’t have time for this. I have a shit ton of stuff to do today coz I’m throwing my son a surprise party so I can’t be thinking about him. “Mama, I’m ready now but are you sure I have to go to school even on my birthday?” he said, pouting. Again. “Love, you know you have to. But I promise after school, we can do whatever you want, ok?” He smiled a toothy grin and nodded.

After dropping him off at school, I rushed to the party store and bought decoration and then walked off to the supermarket. As I leaving, I bumped into someone, hard and things got knocked out mine and the stranger’s hands. I profusely started to apologise as I squatted to pick up their things but they decided to do the same thing coz our hands immediately bumped into each other and a shiver ran up my arm and down my spine. I hadn’t had this feeling since…

I looked up at the same time the stranger did and of course it had to be him. A breathy ‘Tom…’ left my mouth as he stood up and offered me a hand to do the same. Easily, my hand slipped into his like it had a mind of its own. I stood up and looked at him and I mean really looked. He looked so good. Older, more mature but still handsome. I must’ve stared for quite a while coz he started to turn red and coughed. Right away I noticed that my hand was still in his and I jerked out of his grip and cradled my hand to my chest as if burnt. Then again, being around Tom was always like this; scorching hot and overwhelming.

“Long time, love.” He said as he looked me over with a smile on his face. I forced a smile in return and nodded. “Are you free right now?” he asked as I almost turned to leave. My fist clenched and for some reason, a ‘Yes’ escaped my mouth and instantly, he wrapped my arm in his and started to make his way to the exit. I muttered a quiet ‘shit’ as we left the place and he turned to look at me with furrowed brows. “What was that love?” he asked as we turned a corner into a café. “Nothing,” I squeaked in response and slipped my arm out of his as we settled down into some chairs like this was a regular occurrence. It used to be, I think.

“You still drink americanos by the gallon?” he asked which made my head snap up to meet his gaze. Why the shit does he remember that? That’s so not normal but again, “You still drink cappuccinos by the gallon, love?” I asked with a smirk. His eyes crinkled up into a smile and he went to place our orders while I sat there planning to run. “Here you are,” he said as he set our coffees down and sat across from me.

“So, tell me what’s been u-.” “You have a son!” I almost shouted into the almost empty café and slapped my hand across my mouth. Oh god, what have I done? “Excuse me?” he asked with shock across all the pretty lines on his face. I took a small sip out of my coffee. “I didn’t tell you coz we’d just broken up but you have a son. His name’s Tobias, he’s 5 and today’s his birthday.” I explained as I fidget with the placemats on the table that were suddenly extremely intriguing. “You’re telling me I have a 5 year old son that I didn’t know about… for 5 years?” He growled. “Well, yeah.” I said. I regretted it straight away coz now he just seemed sad. “Why didn’t you call me Y/n? I could’ve been there for you, for him. I would’ve put everything aside for him. Even my career. You know that.” He said as he leaned back in his chair.

“That’s why I couldn’t let you. I knew you’d give up everything for him and me. But eventually, I’d have to watch you hate me. I know there’s no excuse. I should’ve called you but I was young, I was selfish and so angry that things didn’t work out between us. I didn’t even think about you in that moment. I just had this responsibility now and I had to focus on that so I did. Every time, he’d ask me who his father was, I’d think you could’ve been there and that I wouldn’t have to lie. I thought you would’ve moved on by now.” I uttered in what seemed like a breath. “But I haven’t. I never moved on from you and not for lack of trying. I tried to forget you and everything between us but I just couldn’t. I’d never met anyone like and I knew I would never even in another lifetime,” he whispered while his hand slid across the table and rested over mine. I stared at our hand and then turned mine upward so I could touch his palm.

“Would you like to meet your son?” I asked with a hopeful glint in my voice that I prayed he wouldn’t catch onto. “Really?” he asked as he grasped my hand tighter. “Yeah, I think Tobias would like to meet his father. It’s been a long time coming plus you’re his favourite Marvel hero anyway. It’s convenient.” He laughed with tears in his eyes, stood up and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. “I’d love to but I don’t really know what to do with children.” He said nervously as he pulled away with a tight smile. “Just be yourself, he’ll love you.” I said as I dragged him home.

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll be fine,” I said to Tom as he twiddled with his fingers. “I can’t help it. I’m excited and nervous. Mostly nervous.” He said and laughed. I smiled and as I was about to say that he’d be fine yet again, a ring echoed in the hall where we sat. I stood up, smiled at Tom and went to the door to let Toby in. “Mama, you won’t believe what happened today. Mrs. Schumann bought a new class pet and it’s a-,” he cut off as he saw Tom in the living room. He went up to him while Tom glanced at me nervously and I reassured him with a smile.

For a few minutes, Toby stared into Tom’s eyes and then squealed really loud, “MAMA, LOKI’S IN OUR LIVING ROOM!!!!!” “Yes, he is love. Would you like him to stay for your party?” I asked as I laughed at the unfolding scene. “LOKI’S IN THE LIVING ROOM AND I HAVE A SURPRISE PARTY? BEST BIRTHDAY EVER MAMA!” he screamed loudly as he hugged me. Tom looked at us with a small smile on his face. “Hi bud.” He said and Tobias immediately went up to him, grasped his hand and started to drag him to his room all the while talking about how ‘Loki’s my favourite’ and ‘wait till you see all my Loki action figures’.

Tom looked at me with a questioning gaze and I smiled encouragingly while whispering a small ‘go’ which Tom seemed thankful for. Hopefully, he’ll be here to stay and the squealing about ‘Loki’s my dad and he lives with us’ will be a daily occurrence.

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