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kpoplustzone · 5 months ago

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Bottoms up - IU Smut Part 2

IUXOC

Part 2 of the series

This series will be a continuation of the same OC character called Kim and there will be many Idols that will come into his life and have sex with him. this is kind of a harem story if it can be said so. The OC character will go through various exciting and erotic situations with the idols where he fucks them senseless. I will try to create a continuous type of storytelling where the previous part naturally connects with the part I am writing to.

IU X OC SMUT

Kim Slowly stood up and his big thick cock slowly presented itself in its full glory in front of her. IU looked at the thing that was just inches away from her that was glistening with her saliva and pussy juices. She slowly raised her hand and gripped it giving it a slow stroke up and down. Kim looked at the gorgeous woman who was staring at his cock and biting her lips considering whether she should suck on it once again. she was still stroking and trying to decide when a loud knock interrupted them.

"Noona. it's time to go. We have booked the hotel for dinner. all the staff are ready and good to go. Have you seen Kim Ajhussi, I have to tell him about it"

Her manager spoke from outside the door feeling sorry that he disturbed her alone time. He always felt lucky that he was working with one of the most beautiful women in Korea. She was always kind to him and he also felt that whoever was lucky to be her boyfriend was definitely lucky. he would never dream about something like that and he knew that she was level above people like him. but not even in his wildest dream he would have dreamt that the so-called goddess was on her knees stroking someone way older than her and him with such lust in her eyes.

IU heard her manager but her eyes never looked away from the cock in front of her as she stroked it and slowly it started getting semi hard which was still an impressive size. She looked up at the man and sighed.

"Wait for me with the staff. I will be out in 5 minutes. I will call Kim Ajhussi and tell him to pick you all up."

IU got her lips closer to the cock in her hand, gave it a slight kiss, and continued to kiss his pubic region, then her red lips continued kissing his whole body as she slowly stood up. Kim looked at the woman standing in front of him bare-naked. For him, it was such a beautiful sight. the perky but firm breasts, and toned abs which were the result of her training in the gym, and his eyes went down to her red moist pussy, which he enjoyed some minutes ago. He does get why men in Korea are obsessed with this woman.

IU looked at the old man standing in front of her his eyes looking at her up and down with naked lust. She had seen this look many times in her life but only from this person she could feel her body trembling from pleasure just from his gaze. Kim looked at IU who was trembling in front of him with her pussy dripping wet. He could not see the strong, confident, and graceful figure that charmed almost 70k fans just hours ago. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms and slowly started rubbing his cock with her ass.

He slowly brought his lips near her ears and whispered, "Ji eun ah. Should we do it one more time before we go ?"

IU shuddered as soft hot breath tickled her earlobes and she softly rubbed her thighs together to satisfy her leaking pussy. He knows every sensitive spot on her body. His rough hands slightly grazed her sexy red lips, tracing their full shape, and slowly his fingers pried open her mouth. IU started licking and slurping his fingers as though it was his long thick cock. Although she had dated before, this was the first time her body had surrendered completely. She was ready to do anything to give the man behind her pleasure.

The pride and grace had been completely washed away from her when he completely conquered her body.

KIM looked at the K-pop queen who was sucking and slurping his fingers with her eyes closed, and his gaze finally landed on her full perky breasts. Fans have always wondered how perky her tits are. She had always teased them by giving enough of a peek at her perky tits. His other hand slowly moved down slightly, touching her fair neck and slightly cupping her full breasts. The slight touch caused her body to arch backward, resting her head on his shoulder, and a heavy moan escaped her lips. And

He started teasing her by tracing his fingers along her breasts very near her sensitive pink nipples. He could feel her breath hasten as he brought his fingers close to her pink buds. She wanted him to touch it and play with it but the teasing was unbearable for her. Her whole body started trembling from the sheer amount of pleasure running through her body and her hand clutched onto his gray locks urging him to give her release.

He slowly brought his hips forward and placed his thick hard cock along her pussy lips. IU let out another moan as she felt the hot hard cock on her pussy. KIM groaned as he thrust her again and again, sandwiching his cock between her fleshy thighs. IU could only moan and groan as she felt her whole body dancing with pleasure and the room was filled with her moans.

KIM started groping and twisting her perky tits and pinching her nipples as his hips started getting faster and faster. IU forgot that she was getting humped by an old man backstage in her concert hall with her staff waiting for her and the fans who fantasized about fucking her, but all the luck was for this old man on whose dick she was trembling and moaning on.

She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was close to cumming for the second time on the same day. She clutched onto his arm with her small hands as he railed his hard cock on her pussy lips and soon her whole body jerked as she came on his hard thick cock. Her knees gave out power, and she slowly fell on the floor panting and sweating.

She could only look at the hard thing in front of her, still standing proud in amazement. This old man had so much stamina even a young woman like her could not cope with it. She looked up and could feel his eyes on her. He wanted her to finish him too.

Her lips curled up and soon the same devious IU that people love came out as she slowly stood up and picked a white tee near her and put it on covering her bare tits up. Soon she covered her still quivering pussy with a short skirt, not bothering to wear any panties.

The old man could only stand there confused with his full dick on display as the beauty in front of her started to dress.

"Ji eun ah what about me? Are you going to leave me like this" he asked, as he pointed at his thick cock.

IU shrugged as she walked forward and gave him a kiss on his lips and a stroke on his cock.

"We don't have time. We are already late. We can continue this after we go home, but now we have to go to dinner with the staff. You should go first and get ready with the car. I will come after some time."

IU let out a giggle as she walked away from him to go outside and greet her staff.

Kim looked at the closed door behind and then at his hard cock. He could only sigh as he tried hard to tuck his hard-on inside his pants and exit the room through the other door to the parking space to get his vehicle.

He drove the SUV towards the entrance of the concert stadium as rows and rows of fans were waiting for IU. They were chanting her name and waiting for her. He could only pity them because while they were waiting their beloved idol was busy sucking someone's cock.

He looked towards the entrance hearing loud cheers as a stunning beauty in a white t-shirt and a small skirt came through the door. She started waving and looking around smiling at fans and cameras. Kim looked through the window and his already hard cock tightened in his pants because when she was waving one could see all the way through her loose t-shirt. Even a bit of nipples were visible as fans rushed to take videos and pictures for future use.

He could see her smile and he knew she was doing this intentionally. A bit of a fanservice for her fans who were waiting for such A LONG TIME.

She entered the vehicle showing hearts and smiling to her fans. IU occupied the seat behind him and her manager sat behind her. Kim started the car and drove to the exit of the road. The hotel the staff booked was just a short ride of 10 minutes. Kim looked through the mirror and saw IU talking with her manager about the concert.

She looked forward and caught KIM staring at her through the front mirror and a sly smile formed on her lips. She adjusted herself so that the manager behind her could not see what was happening although it was not needed because he was looking at schedules and preparation. IU looked at Kim through the front mirror and slowly started opening her legs while slowly raising her skirt all the way up to her hips.

The wet dripping pussy was in front of him in full glory as he took in the beautiful view through his front mirror. His already hard cock strained hard against his jeans as IU slowly licked her lips and started fingering herself without the manager behind her noticing it.

Kim could only gulp and stare at her pussy for some time but soon was disappointed when she closed her smooth legs and gave him a smirk. Soon the journey to the hotel was over and she exited with her manager while giving him a gentle smile.

Inside the hotel

Kim sat in a corner with all the staff almost 15 of them including her stylists, makeup artists, and managers and he was bored as all of them were very young and he was the only old one out of them. naturally younger people would band together and ignore the older ones. IU had not yet arrived in the private room but the drinks had started flowing as they had been already ordered.

When he was thinking about gulping another glass of beer down the door to the room opened and the boss appeared. She was wearing the same white tee and a black short skirt. He could see the male gazes scanning her figure from head to toe. Young men present in the room cannot be blamed for this as they are working with such a goddess.

IU looked around the room after greeting all of them and when she spotted a seat near Kim she walked over and sat near him. The people in the room started drinking and eating and all of them were in a festive mood as IU joked around with them.

Kim could smell a familiar fragrance around him that was coming from her. He had breathed In that scent just some time ago and now smelling that familiar scent his cock hardened again, he looked at her and she was talking to her stylist who was sitting on the other side of her.

Kim slowly opened his fly and let out his hard cock giving him some relief looking around and that nobody was looking at him he slowly moved his hands under the table and grasped IU'S hand.

IU who was talking to the stylist suddenly jerked when her hand was held and guided to a hard thick thing. She turned her head towards him and then turned around like nothing happened but her hand stayed on his cock stroking him up and down. All the staff members were having a good time but only Kim was having his best day with the queen stroking him under the table.

He felt proud looking at the young men around the table who were looking at Iu with list in their eyes but they could never even touch her but here he was having his dick stroked by her.

Iu played with his dick under the table stroking slowly and also running her hands throughout the long cock sometimes pausing to run her fingers along the red tip taking all the precum on her fingers. She lifted her hand and took a fry from the table with the same fingers coated with his precum and put it in her mouth while looking at him. She even licked her fingers clean.

She looked down and seeing the cock in full glory once again started stroking him this time even faster. Her hands started going up and down even faster as she wanted to suck up all the cum inside his balls.

KIM could feel her soft hands gripping his cock and the pleasure from her stroking made him almost grunt but he could only grit his teeth and stay silent. He could feel that he was getting near. Usually, he lasts longer but this time the amount of teasing he had to endure from Iu made him unable to hold back. He let out a small grunt.

IU looked at the old man beside her and from the throbbing she felt from the cock in her hands she knew he was near. Her hands started going up and down even faster and soon she felt his dick jerking.

KIM wanted to let it all out but his breath stopped when IU slowly took a beer glass from the table and without anyone noticing she brought it down the table placing it under his dick.

This was the last thing that triggered Kim to spurt out a large amount of cum and everything fell into the beer glass covering his cock.

KIM looked around and saw everyone was getting drunk and no one was noticing their goddess was collecting cum under the table making him spurt out even more cum for her.

IU slowly raised the glass from under the table and seeing the large amount of cum in the glass licked her lips. She took a bottle of beer from the table and poured it into the glass mixing it with the cum inside it.

Kim could only watch all this with his mouth wide open as she cheered with others and downed the whole drink along with all his cum.

She slowly leaned close to him and whispered

"Ajhussi, don't go home today, you need to fuck me until the morning before I go on the worldwide tour"

Kim nodded with expectation as her hand once again grabbed his cock and stayed there for the rest of the dinner.

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deliciousangelfestival · 20 days ago

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Let's Play Pretend - 1 | Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

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Shocking Split! Y/N L/N Dumps Fiancé After Drug Party Scandal

Betrayal Drama! Y/N L/N’s Manager Caught Stealing Millions for Gambling

Where’s Y/N? The Singer Vanishes Amid Scandals!

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer, but I never had the confidence to stand on a stage—until my music teacher, Mrs. Walls. She believed in me.”

Mrs. Walls sighed as she watched your Grammy interview on TV. You looked radiant, glowing with excitement after winning such a prestigious award. As a music teacher with years of experience, she had worked with many talented students, but you stood out uniquely.

At first, you were the shyest student in her class, hardly speaking above a whisper. But what surprised her the most was your natural gift: a perfect pitch. You could write down the notes to a song after hearing it just once, and you picked up musical instruments with ease. She vividly remembered showing you basic piano chords; within minutes, you were playing along effortlessly. The same thing happened when she introduced the guitar.

Her fondest memories were of you standing shyly at the front of the class, yet lighting up when it came to music. She smiled as she recalled your speeches at award shows: “I wouldn’t be here without my music teacher, Mrs. Walls. She was the first person who put faith in me.”

“That’s the last interview she gave us,” the gossip channel host said dramatically, feigning concern. “It’s been three months since anyone’s seen her. Where is Y/N L/N?”

Mrs. Walls frowned and turned off the TV with an annoyed grunt. “Urgh. Gossip vultures,” she muttered under her breath. She grabbed a glass of lemonade from the fridge and walked out to her garden. She noticed her guest seemed lost in thought, staring off into the distance. It had become a habit whenever she was in the garden.

“You’re not thirsty, huh?” she teased lightly, holding the glass toward someone sitting under the garden umbrella.

The person she handed the drink to was none other than the missing singer, Y/N L/N. For three months, the paparazzi had been on your trail, but they had no idea you were hiding here—in the sanctuary of your former music teacher’s home.

Mrs. Walls still remembered the night you appeared on her doorstep, mascara streaked down your face, eyes red and swollen from crying. You looked nothing like the glamorous star she’d seen on television, but instead like a lost child searching for safety.

“I don’t know where else to go,” you had whispered, your voice trembling.

In that moment, she didn’t see the world-renowned singer. She saw the shy, seven-year-old girl who used to sit in her classroom, clutching her music notebook like a lifeline. She hugged you tightly, her heart breaking for you. “Stay as long as you need, my dear,” she had said softly, ushering you inside.

Since that night, you’d been living quietly in her guest room. The once-vibrant star barely spoke, and the silence worried Mrs. Walls more than she let on. She watched as you avoided stepping outside, terrified of being recognized. The only place you seemed at peace was her garden.

She wondered, How long will you keep hiding like this?

You took the lemonade from her hand with a quiet “Thank you” but set it on the small table beside you without taking a sip. Sitting on the bench, you leaned back, tilting your face up toward the sky. The sun was warm, filtering through the leaves of the garden trees. Through your Ray-Ban sunglasses, you watched the golden rays dance, letting them calm your stormy thoughts.

Here, in this little haven, you could pretend the outside world didn’t exist. The judging eyes, the betrayals, the relentless cameras—everything melted away in the sunlight.

You thought back to three months ago, just after wrapping up your world tour. It had been the most significant milestone in your career, a dream come true. Exhausted but proud, you returned home, excited to move on to the next chapter of your life—starting a family with your fiancé.

But the moment you landed, things began to unravel. You’d called your fiancé multiple times, but he didn’t answer. At first, you thought he was busy, but a nagging feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away.

When the truth finally came out, it shattered you. Your assistant broke the news: your fiancé had been busted at a drug-fueled party. Worse, it was also a sex party.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory. That betrayal had cut deep. But it wasn’t the only one.

Later that week, you discovered that your longtime manager, someone you trusted implicitly, had embezzled your money to feed a gambling addiction. Two people you thought you could rely on had betrayed you in the worst ways possible.

One night, overwhelmed and broken, you drove aimlessly, tears blurring your vision. Without any plan or destination, you just kept going until you found yourself parked outside Mrs. Walls’ familiar home.

Even after all these years, she had always been honest with you. When you needed guidance, she gave it without hesitation. If she thought something was right, she’d say, “Go for it, my dear.” If it wasn’t, she’d warn, “No. You deserve better.”

Now, sitting in her garden, you sighed and closed your eyes, letting the sunlight warm your face. For a moment, you could almost believe you were that shy student again before fame and heartbreak had found you.

Mrs. Walls watched you silently, her heart heavy. She wanted to help, but she knew you needed to find your way back on your own.

“How long are you planning to hide here?” she finally asked, her voice gentle but firm.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you opened your eyes and looked at her. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Just like this, Mrs. Walls worried about you. You knew you were taking advantage of her kindness, aware she wanted you to step out of your shell, but you weren’t ready. The thought of facing the questions, the prying eyes, and the silent judgment was too much.

Just a little more time, you thought. That’s all I need. And some peace.

But peace wasn’t always easy to come by.

"VROOM!"

A sudden loud roar shattered the tranquility of the garden. The grating sound of a lawn mower filled the air, making you wince. You covered your ears, irritation flashing across your face.

Your gaze turns toward the source of the noise. “It’s already noon. The sun’s scorching hot—what kind of madman decides this is the best time to mow their lawn?”

“Well…” Mrs. Walls trailed off, watching the man seated atop the lawn mower. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

It's her neighbor, a man who had recently moved in. He wasn’t just any neighbor—he was one of her former students. Not from her music classes, though. He’d been one of the troublemakers, a kid who lived on detention slips and second chances.

“Bucky!” she called out, her voice carrying across the garden.

The man paused, cutting the engine. The deafening noise stopped, leaving an almost eerie silence in its wake. He climbed off the lawn mower, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

You squinted, ready to roll your eyes, but then your gaze lingered for a moment longer than you wanted. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his broad chest glistened with sweat. The sun highlighted the sculpted lines of his six-pack, and every step he took radiated an infuriating confidence.

Great, you thought bitterly. Annoying and ridiculously good-looking. Just my luck.

Mrs. Walls met him halfway, handing him a glass of lemonade. “Thank you,” Bucky said, his voice low and smooth.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled your eyes. “You’re welcome for the noise pollution,” you muttered loud enough for him to hear.

He turned, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re welcome for cutting the grass, princess.”

“Princess?” you repeated, your tone sharp. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re out here ruining everyone’s peace, and I’m the problem?”

He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, the gesture only drawing more attention to his muscles. “Stop acting like a diva.”

Your jaw dropped. “I am a diva!”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, taking a long sip of lemonade.

“What rock have you been living under?” you snapped, glaring at him.

He rolled his eyes dramatically, his expression shifting to one of mild exasperation. What you didn’t know was that Bucky wasn’t as clueless as he seemed. For the past three years, he’d been living under the radar, cutting ties with his old life. His job had demanded secrecy, isolation, and sacrifice. He didn’t have the luxury of keeping up with the world, let alone pop culture or celebrity news.

The truth was, he hadn’t recognized you—not as the world-famous singer everyone else seemed to adore. To him, you were just the frustrating woman who had suddenly appeared in Mrs. Walls’ house and made everything more complicated.

But even as irritation bubbled under his skin, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. There was a fire in you that clashed with his rough edges, and it both annoyed and fascinated him.

For Bucky, Mrs. Walls had always been a comforting presence—a grandmother figure who offered him advice and a safe space to talk. Her home had become a haven. And then you showed up.

Now, that peace was gone, replaced with constant banter and an energy that made it hard for him to stay indifferent.

Mrs. Walls watched the two of you, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. Despite your usual quiet demeanor, you seemed to come alive whenever Bucky was around.

“You two are like a pair of bickering children,” she muttered under her breath.

“Excuse me?” you said, shooting her a look.

“Nothing, dear,” she replied with a knowing smile, sipping her lemonade.

Bucky glanced at you, shaking his head. “You know, for someone who wants peace and quiet, you sure have a lot to say.”

“And for someone who wants to mow the lawn, you sure talk a lot for no reason,” you shot back, folding your arms.

Bucky laughed, low and mocking. “This is going to be fun.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” you muttered, turning your attention back to the garden, though your face was still flushed from the exchange.

As he walked away, you couldn’t help but glance at his retreating figure, hating how effortlessly confident he looked. Bucky, meanwhile, shook his head, pretending not to notice you watching him.

Both of you were equally exasperated—and similarly intrigued.

Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin, holding it up between two fingers with a smug grin. “Alright, princess, let’s make a deal. If it lands heads, I’ll keep mowing. If it’s tails, I’ll stop, and you can go back to your precious nap.”

You crossed your arms tightly, narrowing your eyes at him. “I hate this game,” you muttered, watching as the coin gleamed in the sunlight. He always did this—turning everything into some sort of challenge just to get under your skin.

Bucky smirked, clearly enjoying your irritation. “I know. That’s why it’s so much fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “Tails.”

He nodded mock-seriously, flicking the coin into the air with practiced ease. It spun rapidly, catching the light with every turn before landing in his palm. He slapped it onto the back of his hand, then slowly revealed the result with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Heads,” he declared, his voice full of triumph.

“Ugh!” You threw your hands in the air, frustrated, pushing off the bench. As you stomped toward the house, the wooden slats creaked behind you, muttering, “I’m getting noise-canceling headphones.”

Mrs. Walls watched you retreat inside, shaking her head with a fond smile. She turned to Bucky, who was spinning the coin between his fingers like a magician showing off his trick.

“You really should stop teasing her,” Mrs. Walls said gently, her tone a mix of reproach and amusement.

Bucky shrugged, slipping the coin back into his pocket. His lips curled into a devilish grin. “Nah… it’s fun.”

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You peeked through the blinds, trying not to let the soft rustle of the fabric give you away. Outside, Bucky was still chatting casually with Mrs. Walls. He leaned against the handle of the lawn mower, his broad shoulders relaxed, and his expression unusually serene.

How could he be so normal and polite with her, yet every time he spoke to you, it felt like he lived to make you grit your teeth?

You narrowed your eyes, watching him laugh at something Mrs. Walls said. That face… you thought bitterly. What a waste of a perfectly good jawline and those stupid dimples.

Letting the blinds fall back into place with a soft snap, you turned away and headed to your room.

Inside, the space was dim, the curtains drawn tightly against the glaring afternoon sun. The cool, muted light was a welcome contrast to the irritation buzzing in your head. You kicked off your slippers with a little more force than necessary and flopped onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows.

The mattress was soft, and the faint scent of lavender from the room’s diffuser helped ease the tension in your shoulders. But even as you lay there, trying to block out the world, your mind kept drifting back to the smug grin on Bucky’s face and the way he seemed to revel in riling you up.

“Urgh,” you groaned, rolling onto your side and hugging the pillow close. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to forget about him.

Eventually, the steady hum of the ceiling fan and the distant chirping of birds outside began to lull you into a state of calm. Your breathing slowed, and your grip on the pillow loosened. For now, rest was the only thing you wanted—a reprieve from the relentless antics of your maddeningly handsome neighbor.

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The dream came fast and vivid, like a storm. You were running—barefoot, your breath ragged and your heart pounding in your chest. Behind you, shadowy figures loomed, their voices sharp and cruel. The flash of cameras blinded you, their light like fire against your skin. You kept running, your legs aching, but the ground felt like quicksand, pulling you down.

You jolted awake, gasping for air. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as your heart raced, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to your mind. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, you saw the dim, glowing numbers: 2:00 a.m.

Sleep felt impossible now. The stillness of the house, once comforting, now felt suffocating. You swung your legs off the bed and walked to the window, pushing it open. Cool air rushed in, brushing against your flushed skin and carrying the faint scent of dew and earth.

“Should I go out?” you murmured to yourself. It was late—no, it was early—and the world outside was likely asleep. It might be safe.

Pulling on a hoodie and sweatpants, you crept quietly through the house. Every creak of the floorboards beneath your feet made your pulse spike, but you pressed on, determined. When you reached the door, you hesitated, your hand resting on the doorknob.

Flashes of the past flooded your mind—the crowd of paparazzi outside your apartment, shouting your name, their cameras clicking incessantly, their relentless pursuit. You clenched your eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“It’s different here,” you whispered, willing yourself to believe it. Slowly, you pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The cool grass greeted your bare feet as you stepped off the porch, the gentle night breeze brushing against your face. There was no one. No voices. No flashing lights. Just silence and the soft rustling of leaves in the dark.

You exhaled deeply, relief washing over you like a wave. One tentative step after another, you left the house, the distance growing between you and your sanctuary.

You wandered toward the park, the faint glow of streetlights guiding your way. The world felt peaceful, and for the first time in months, so did you—until the faint hum of an engine broke the stillness.

You glanced over your shoulder, your pulse quickening. A car was following you, its headlights low but its presence unmistakable. Then you saw it—a glint of metal, the unmistakable outline of a camera lens.

Shit. They’d found you.

Your heart pounded as the car crept closer. Picking up your pace, you started walking faster, then broke into a run.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” a voice called out from the car, loud and intrusive.

You didn’t answer, your breath quickening as you pushed yourself to move faster.

“Have you heard your ex-fiancé has rekindled things with his ex?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. What? Your mind reeled. You hadn’t even ended things officially, and he’d already moved on? That bastard. While you were here, broken and dealing with trauma, he was playing house?

“Is it true you gave money to your manager, knowing about his gambling addiction?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, glaring at the man hanging out of the car window. “No! I didn’t know! Leave me alone, you jerk!”

You started running again, your breath burning in your lungs, your legs aching. Desperation clawed at you as the car followed relentlessly. Then you saw him—a familiar figure jogging under the streetlights.

“It can’t be,” you whispered.

Without thinking, you sprinted toward him, your voice frantic. “Bucky! Help me!”

Bucky stopped mid-stride, his brows furrowed as he saw you running toward him. His routine early-morning jog had just turned unusual. His sharp eyes quickly took in the distress written all over your face. Before he could react, you leaped behind him, clutching the back of his hoodie and crouching slightly to shield yourself.

He stiffened, caught off guard. Then he saw it—a car slowing down, its passenger wielding a camera that kept flashing incessantly. The bright lights blinded him momentarily, and irritation sparked in his chest.

“Hey!” Bucky growled, marching toward the car. The camera flashes continued, and without hesitation, he snatched the camera from the paparazzo’s hands and smashed it against the pavement.

The paparazzo’s jaw dropped in shock. “My camera!” he yelled, scrambling to pick up the broken pieces.

But he wasn’t done. Pulling out his phone, the man began recording. “You’re a dead man! Who the fuck are you? Her boyfriend? Bodyguard?”

Bucky, his irritation mounting, opened his mouth to correct him, but before he could, you blurted out, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Bucky froze, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your grip on his hoodie tightened as you peeked around him, glaring at the paparazzo.

The man in the car stared at the two of you, his phone still recording. “This is going to be front-page news.”

Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What the hell did you just drag me into?” he muttered under his breath.

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staytinyville · 7 months ago

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Cruel Summer

↣ Summary: It was never really brought up what Jeonghan did for a living. You didn’t live under a rock, however you just didn’t want your summer to go to waste.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

↣ Genre: mature

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!jeonghan, summer romance, fwb

↣ Word Count: 5.4k

↣ Warnings: oral (m and f recieving) honestly nothing is really hardcore and I feel I sucked at this smut so I really don't know what to put lol

↣ A/N: We love song fics. I had to ask who I wanted for this song and there were a couple but I wanted to do Seventeen. I have more Taylor swift song fics to make honestly. This is for the Taylor Swift Fic event on my page. Please read some of the other amazing writers who are swifties just as much as the next person!

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The cold air of the A/C blowing in your rented out apartment, blasted out the door the moment you opened it. You shoved the man inside without a care, slamming him against the wall beside door lips finding any part of skin within reach. His snorted, fingers barely catching the door to keep it from making a loud noise as it shut.

Jeonghan snorted, stretching his neck to give you more access. “You’re impatient.”

“Says the one who had his hands down my dress in the uber.” You murmured, tongue licking the sweat that had built up from the club you came from.

“They weren’t down your dress.” He shoved you off him, hands moving along your body as he bunch up the clothing around your waist to reach skin in a hurry.

“The inside of my thigh counts as the same thing.” You breathed, giggling to yourself as he walked you backwards further into your apartment.

Jeonghan found his way to the couch, quickly falling on top of you as you accommodated him between your legs. Your dress has rode up on your hips, exposing your panties to his wandering fingers. You let out breathless moans as the tips teased at your hips. You felt his thumbs dip closer to you core, messaging the bone almost.

He let out a snort from your collarbone, drifting his hands down the sides of your thighs. “You’re literally heating up here.”

You whined, clenching your thighs as his hands rubbed at your inner thighs. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He whispered leaning closer, his lips running along your neck until he reached your mouth. “I can only imagine how you feel wrapped around me.”

Your fingers dug into the back of skull, getting a grunt from him as you lightly scratched at his scalp. “Take off my clothes and all your imaginations will come true.”

He didn’t bother to tease after that. Both of you quickly rushed to take off your clothing. The fabric was thrown across the floor, on the back of the couch—some of it still hanging from your legs.

You moaned as his chest pressed to yours, arms wrapping around his shoulders and hands gripping onto his hair again. He gave breathless groans every time you pulled, his mouth moving harsher against your skin.

It wasn’t a fight for dominance—you didn’t really care who topped. It was just an aggressive game of push and pull. Jeonghan’s teeth would scrape against you and you would pull him back to feel the cold air on your wet skin.

“Fuck, suck pretty skin.” He spoke to himself, reaching the top of your breasts.

“Want to ruin it.” His tongue poked out and gave a flat lick to your nipple.

You squeaked out, pushing your chest farther into his mouth. When he got two licks in for each nipple, he leaned back up, hands flying to your hips as he turned you onto your hands and knees. When you noticed him moving to crouch closer to your heat, you shuffled towards the arm rest to lean over.

You giggled as you caught him ogling your core.

“You’re clenching over nothing.” He said with an open jaw, moving to lightly touch your slick.

You wiggled your hips, teasing him as you felt the tip of his finger probing at your entrance.

“Wait.” He scolded, giving your ass a loud smack.

You gasped, whining as you pushed your hips back. “Do it again.” You pouted, arching your back to give him your ass cheek again.

He chuckled, leaning up as he scooted closer to pull your ass flush against his hips. His palms smoothed over your cheeks letting you think that the inflicted pain was about to come but it hadn’t. When he watched your head turn to give him a pout, that was when his hand reeled back and harshly connected with your asscheek again.

You squeaked, flinching upwards as you wiggled around from the electrifying nerves running through your nerves. Jeonghan moved onto the other side, giving you another smack that quickly caused your skin to burn in a pleasurable way.

He leaned back down, his thumbs spreading your lips apart causing the tips of his fingers to lightly scrape at your most sensitive parts. You panted breathlessly, trying to keep from moving too much from the sensitivity of your nerves.

When you felt his breath hitting your core, you squealed, flinching back and causing your thighs to clench together. You heard his chuckle before you felt his lips fully enclose themselves around your clit. This caused your fingers to scratch at the couch, hips pushing themselves further against his face as he ate you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy with where his tongue and lips went. He gladly sucked on your outer lips while moving to shove his tongue teasing into your hole. And from there he only moved back to suck on your slit once more.

“Jeonghan…”You moaned, falling off the armrest of the couch to arch your back fully.

“You’re so sensitive.” The man teased, laughing into your cunt as you lifted off your knees from all your squirming.

“Taste so good though…” He moaned, eyes hooding over as he looked back down to your core. “How many fingers can you fit?” He asked himself.

You moaned louder when he pressed his middle finger into your heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight you felt clenching on his one finger. He sucked on his teeth and grinned wickedly when he easily found your sweet spot inside, wasting no time putting in a second finger.

You panting had him quickly leaning up and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from moving. His hips pulled your heated ass flush to him as he fingers suddenly began to curl into your g-spot.

The wet sound of Jeonghan’s fingers paired with the way he was lightly pushing at your good spot had you groaning louder, throat going dry from not being able to swallow your spit. It was when his other hand pulled around to play with your clit that you began to see black cloud around your eyes and your legs gave out on you causing you to fall forward from his fingers.

“Jeonghan…” You whined softly, body twitching as your orgasm spread through your body.

He shifted once more, getting to his knees as he spread your ass apart to lick up the mess you left between your thighs. You mewled softly, hips slowly rotating as he lightly probed at you with his tongue. You turned on your back when you finally got your bearings together, giving him a giggle.

He went back to cleaning you up, looking up at you from between your thighs. You smiled as you watched him grin, hand lightly treading through his hair.

“My turn?” You grinned, scratching his scalp causing him to roll his eyes back.

He slurped loudly as he leaned up, climbing back onto the couch. His tongue swiped across his lips, being greedy and going all the way out to reach his chin in a teasing manner. You laughed again, quickly coming back which surprised Jeonghan how ready you were to go after an orgasm.

As your legs moved to make room on the couch, he sat against the other armrest, legs spreading open as one arm moved to the back of the couch.

He gave his hard leaking member a glance, lips pulled over his teeth in a sharp grin. “Be my guest.”

“I’m going to look the menu over so I know what I want to order. That way we don’t have to wait the moment we are seated.” You told your friend, quickly pulling out your phone to find the restaurant's menu online.

“That’s smart.” Your two other friends pulled out their own devices, following your lead.

It was girl’s night out, and while you would have enjoyed going out to a club or bar, you had already done that last night out so this time around was tame compared to those adventures. Rather than getting sweaty against other equally as sweaty bodies, the night was going to be spent at a popular steak house enjoying gossip about the past couple of weeks.

Besides, you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell your friends all about your sexcapade from two weeks ago. All they knew was that you had gone out with a man who you claimed to them you trusted enough. If anything you were shocked he trusted you.

“Oh! We’ll set a table up for you boys right away!” The hostess spoke up loudly, causing everyone who had been waiting for a table to huff quietly at the special treatment the people who had walked in seemed to get.

You glance up to see who it had been, eyebrows raising when you notice one of the men with a neat bun tied at the bottom of his neck. Your eyes went wide, eyebrows raising as a grin seemed to overtake your lips. Your leg began to bounce up and down in anticipation, body fidgeting as you wanted him to find you waiting there but didn’t want to draw attention to yourself.

Him and his 5 other friends waited on the other side of the lobby, his hands in his pockets as he laughed at something one of them said. They were dressed to the nines–as one usually is in the kind of restaurant you had gone to. It wasn’t a suit and tie but it for sure was much more formal than his leather jacket from the club.

It had been two weeks since you had been with him. You remember him leaving in the afternoon after you both woke up. He was a gentleman, nothing really awkward between the two of you as you both got ready for the rest of the day. He told you he had the day off but you explained you didn’t want to keep him, opting to walk him to the front door.

You both felt content with the night, not really thinking anything of it because there weren't any stale feelings that morning when you both were sober. You waved goodbye at him with a bright smile on your face, the stress of the week having been taken care of by him. And he walked with a pep in his step, a giggle falling from your lips.

There wasn’t an exchange of numbers or socials. You both had thought that it was a one time thing that wasn’t going to continue not matter how good it was. And yet here you both were two weeks later at the same restaurant with the same group of friends.

“Okay, we got what we want to eat.” One of your friends spoke up, making you turn.

“We are ready for you!” The hostess called out, smiling at the group of men.

One of your friends scoffed loudly, crossing her arms as she had a glare on her face from seeing the group of men get seated before everyone else just because they got special treatment. It caught the attention of some of them but they didn’t pay any mind to the upset woman, following the hostess to reach their table.

However, Jeonghan had been one of the men who looked over, seemingly doing a double take at the bashful smile you had on your face as he made eye contact with you. He began to smirk to himself, standing up straighter and fixing his tie for a moment. With one last glance at you, he followed his group of friends.

“Group of five?” The hostess called after a couple of minutes, watching as your group stood up to follow.

You had been seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant, allowing your friends to slide in as you sat yourself at one of the ends. You fixed your outfit as you got comfortable, placing one leg over the other as you smiled at the waiter who came to ask for your drinks. In order to enjoy the food instead of waiting another two hours, you all told him your orders, content with the way the waiter smiled your way and said that the food would be out as fast as possible.

Jeonghan had been seated close to the middle of the restaurant due to how many people were in his group. So naturally, he had seen your group pass and could easily make out your form at the end of the booth. He had a grin on his face every time he would look up to meet your eyes already looking at him.

While you tried your best to enjoy your time with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but fidget at the way you were able to feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t like he was the only one making sex eyes at the other. You were trying not to be obvious every time you looked over, trying to keep an eye on the conversations your friends were having while also taking a peak at Jeonghan.

After finishing your second fruity drink, you decided it was best to take a restroom break from all the laughing you were doing. It was best not to pee yourself while talking so much trash about other people from your college. What you didn’t catch was someone else also getting up.

When you walked out into the hallway that led to the bathrooms you froze for a moment before laughing to yourself. You grew closer to the man casually leaning against the wall, barely moving his head to look at you.

“Is there a line in the men’s bathroom?” You asked with a smirk.

“Not at all. Just making sure there wasn’t a creepy perv preying on people going to the bathroom by themselves.” Jeonghan swiped his tongue along his lips, his teeth showing in a teasing smile.

“So waiting outside the woman’s bathroom isn’t pervy at all?” You giggled, hands falling onto Jeonghan’s shoulders as his own fell to your hips.

“I was just making sure you were okay.” He pouted playfully.

He looked down at your lips, pulling you closer for a moment. “You didn’t leave me anything to contact you again.” He whispered.

“Didn’t think you wanted something.” You bumped your nose with his, giving him a peck.

“I didn’t.” He shrugged. “However, seeing you again, I think I should ask for it now.”

“Mhm. Liked it that much?”

“Can’t recreate the way you sucked me off.” He hummed.

“Tell me when.” You gave him a kiss, the man sucking in a breath.

He hummed out, pushing you back before looking out to see if anyone was coming to the bathroom. Turning back to you, he took your arm in hand pulling it off him. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“You’re gonna regret your words.”

It’s not like you did.

It was a bit sporadic the way he would call you up and ask to hook up. You weren’t complaining–you didn’t have much to do at your apartment and no work to keep you busy during the night when the escapades would happen. And being able to destress the week away a few times a week was absolutely amazing.

It really depended on who was in the mood to lead. When he would take control it meant being treated like a pillow princess and get to cum more often than not. Sometimes you had to watch where things went down because you really didn’t want to sleep on a soaked mattress. But you weren’t complaining when you couldn’t feel your legs for a few seconds.

However, when you took the reins, Jeonghan’s breathless moans and head thrown back was just as pleasing. He was more than happy to lean back and allow you to take him as you pleased. Just like in that moment.

There was something about the way Jeonghan had turned up at your apartment with a tired look on his face and a pout. It was one of those where you knew you were going to please him. And you were more than happy to take care of him the way he always took care of you when you called him up.

You had him take off his shirt, arms stretched along the couch and legs spread wide open to accommodate you between them. You were naked, except your panties that you left, giving his stomach light kisses as you tried to get his nerves to become sensitive.

He still wore his jeans, but that was something you personally enjoyed. There was something about being naked in front of him while he still had his clothes on. However, because you were more than happy to allow him time to suck on your nipples it made you want to take off the rest of your clothes before he even did. There was something calming about sucking on some tits.

At that point though, you had him resting on the couch while you pulled his zipper down and ready to pull out his hard length. You enjoyed teasing, mostly to get the nerves fired up which made everything else feel amazing. You had already reached that point though as his skin reached a red color and his adams apple bobbed up and down the closer you got to his cock.

“Can you please get to it?” He breathed out, hips rotating just a bit to catch your attention.

You chuckled. “Impatient.”

You pulled him out, boxers moved to rest under his balls. He lifted his hips up to get the rest of his jeans off and to his knees to be more comfortable, leaning back to allow you room. It had been a tough few days for him so you knew exactly what he wanted.

You didn’t wait anymore, laying your tongue flat against the bottom of his length before dragging it up to his tip. You wrapped your mouth around him, flicking the bottom of his head lightly before sucking with all you could. It was only for a fleeting moment though as you quickly pulled back to grip his length tightly at his base.

You wiggled closer, knees scraping against the fuzzy carpet in your living room. Your nails lightly scratched at his thighs after you placed his cock back in your mouth. This time you didn’t bother to tease him anymore, deciding to go all the way down until your nose was tickled by the trimmed hair he had.

Jeonghan cooed, breathlessly letting out a moan as his hands moved to run his fingers through your scalp. He let out quiet oo’s and aa’s, hips lifting just a bit as he slowly allowed himself to fuck your mouth.

When he felt you keep still at one point, he took it as the moment to start thrusting up. He didn’t try to force himself harder than you could go so he slowly moved back and forth, fingers holding your head up in a delicate manner.

“Sweet girl, thank you.” He moaned out, head falling back against the couch. “Such a pretty mouth. Always so good to me.”

Your cheeks hallowed and you quickly pushed his hips down when his praise reached your ears. When he started to whine the way he did, it made you want to suck the soul out of him. So you would always try to make him reach his high faster.

There was a trick you had that always seemed to make him moan louder. You’d push him down, giving him the signal to stop moving. Then you would take him all the way to the back of your throat–slowly so as to not gag around him. And when you felt comfortable enough, you would use the back of your tongue to suction his tip which would have him whimpering.

“Yes, please.” He moaned.

His fingers went down your scalp again, legs spreading wider.

“You know how to please a guy.” He chuckled, a huff falling from his lips after. “Such a good girl.” He rubbed his fingers along your chin, feeling your throat moving as you took his cock further.

“Gonna cum, baby.” He breathed out, head flying back and hips pushing further into your mouth.

You braced yourself, swallowing more of him so he could cum down your throat. And when you heard his loud groan, fingers moving along his nipples and his hand pushing you further down, you closed your eyes trying not to moan yourself or else you wouldn’t be able to take him all.

When it became too much, you pulled back, swallowing what you could and pumping his hot length to allow him to finish completely. Your throat felt sticky as you kept trying to swallow your spit to get rid of his cum but it didn’t matter when you looked up at Jeonghan’s closed eyes and lips pressed together.

You quietly moaned to yourself, sitting up from the floor to reach over to his lips. He didn’t bother to stop you, allowing your tongue to fall into his mouth and play around with his. He was breathless, feeling up your chest again as he got your nipple hard and played with it.

“You good?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips and you placed a knee between his legs, leaning closer to allow his face to reach your chest.

He hummed tiredly, going back to sucking your tits once more. “Always.”

He let go with a pop, looking up at you with a teasing grin. “Wanna sit on my cock?”

The following morning you had woken up laying on his naked chest. It wasn’t anything new, ever since the first night it was obvious that he would be staying the night. However, as of recently he had been slowly staying longer than the last.

This time you found yourself making breakfast for two after fully waking up. Last time you were in the midst of making your breakfast when he gave your cheek a kiss and left the front door. You weren’t going to keep him if he didn’t want but since you made food for two, you were going to force him to take the food. You weren’t about to let it go to waste.

You laughed to yourself as he walked into the kitchen with his hair all over the place. “There’s mouthwash in the bathroom. No extra toothbrush though, sorry.” You smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, moving along to find the hallway bathroom to wake up fully. When he came out looking a bit better than when he woke up he glanced at the extra plate you had on the table. He was going to open his mouth but you beat him to it.

“I made extra and I’m not going to accept a no to you eating it. I don’t care where you eat it so long as you do. No wasting food.” You tsked, shoving the plate to the other side of the table to get him to sit.

He scoffed. “Bossy.”

But he ended up staying, enjoying the time with you as you talked about miscellaneous things. He told you that he enjoyed getting to wake up later than usual because his place with his roommates was hectic. Usually one of them was up and banging drawers or stomping around.

“I’m going to get going.” Jeonghan spoke up, getting up from his seat as he took his plate to the sink.

He looked at them for a moment before looking over at you making your way over to clean the dishes up.

“Text me when you make it home?” You smiled, looking at his lips.

He rose an eyebrow.

“Gotta make sure you didn’t fall in a manhole on the way or someone kidnapped you.” You giggled. “Then I would be the one they investigating for being the last to see you.”

“Sounds like a hassle.” Jeonghan snorted. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped or fall in a manhole.”

You didn’t try to keep him longer, allowing him the room to leave you home on his own. And as you closed the door after giving him a kiss goodbye, you felt your chest tighten just a bit. It had you locking your jaw, fist clenching against the door handle and feeling irritated with yourself.

What were you going to do at that point?

“You’ve had two drinks and you’re already drunk crying?” Your friend pursed her lips. “It’s been a tough week hasn’t it?”

“Not really. We’ve been doing everything we normally do.” One of your co-worker friends chimed in. “This is something else.”

You had your head on the sticky club table, not really caring for how dirty it might have been. You were just going to go home and wash your face anyway. Once more it was the time again for the night out. This was going to be the last one for a long while though seeing as the college semester was coming up in a couple of days. The end of summer party if you will.

And when summer ends, it usually means all the other good things about it must come to an end as well.

It was only two days ago that you had last talked with Jeonghan. Having him stay for breakfast and spending a bit more time together on the couch as you guys tried to get your things together to have him leave. It felt just a bit harder to let him go. And you weren’t wanting to be hopeful when you noticed that he seemed to have trouble leaving as well.

For the night, you wanted to get drunk and forget about him for just a moment to gather your feelings and tell yourself that things were coming to end. It was your night to come to a conclusion.

This summer thing you had going on was over with as it usually went.

“Another drink!? You sure you can handle it?” Your friend brought you out of your wallowing, looking up to find a waiter had placed another alcoholic drink next to your head.

You looked up at the waiter, giving him a confused face seeing as you hadn’t ordered another beverage yet. He took your expression the right way because he answered you quickly. “That gentleman over there ordered it for you.”

Turning to where he nodded his head, you licked your lips and sighed deeply. Smiling bashfully to yourself, you sat up from your table reaching out for the drink. Raising it in the direction of the man who bought it for you, you were quick to chug it down.

Slamming it onto the table you stood up, catching your friends by surprise. You had your sights on someone and they watched with wide eyes at who it was you were walking towards.

“Are we going to stay here for an hour longer or are we going to get out of here?” You asked, stopping in front of him as he leaned against the table on his side.

Jeonghan smiled at you, chugging the rest of his drink before grabbing his hand and pulling along. You could hear his friends chanting at him, but you still slipped your fingers between his and allowed him to take you towards the entrance of the club.

Like the very first time he took you to his car, placing you in the front seat before getting in himself. As your eyes shut and took in his scent that lingered in the car you suddenly felt like all your energy was let go.

Tears pooled at your lashes, your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from falling but it was inevitable. When you felt a hand be placed on your thigh, you turned to look at Jeonghan who kept his eyes on the road but seemed to have a sober look on his face.

“Summer is ending.” You spoke up, grabbing the hand that was on your thigh.

You smiled as his fingers seemed to tighten around you, messaging into your flesh. “I got classes coming up again so I have to leave for university.”

“We’ll get there when we get there.” Was all he said.

He had you on your hands and knees at that point, face shoved into the pillow as you cuddled it closer to your chest. Your fingers kept clenching and unclenching back arching further as Jeonghan pushed and pulled your hips back and forth on his cock.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Jeonghan moaned. “Always so good for me. Everything about you is so perfect.”

You began to push yourself back onto him, causing him to stop thrusting and allowing you to use him.

“Go ahead, use me baby.” He panted.

When you got tired, and stopped for a moment, Jeonghan leaned over your back kissing your shoulder as his hips went back to thrusting in and out.

“Jeonghan.” You whined. “I’m close.”

He quickly pulled himself off and out of you, causing you sputter and cry at the loss of a close coming orgasm. It was quick though, that he turned you over onto your back and shoved himself back in.

“I want to see you cum.” He panted, going hard again to get you to return back to that pleasure. “I need to see your face. It’s always so beautiful when you come.”

This felt different to all those times before. This felt both intimate but in a sad way. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes but you tried to play it off as pleasure. As he moved your legs to drape them over his shoulders, your moans grew louder as his cock began to hit your good spot.

“Jeonghan!” You cried out, hands flying out to find his skin to touch.

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted, hands wrapped tightly around your thighs and eyes on the way your pussy clenched around his length.

“Fuck…Fuck.” Jeonghan cried out, feeling your core clench around him tightly as your orgasm hit.

He pulled out, watching as you began to squirt on the bed and thrust your hips up. You were sobbing at that point both from pleasure and too much emotion. Jeonghan was quick to look up at your face, sniffling as he softly climbed back on you. You opened your eyes to look at him, hands moving to his cheeks as he gave you a grin.

You pulled him in for a kiss. “Please put it back in.”

“Of course.” He answered you, lining himself back in.

This time he went slow, feeling every throb and squeeze of your walls around him. He was close too with the way he dug his head into your neck and little whines fell from his lips. His hand kept a soft hold on your hips, shifting back and forth as slow as possible as his orgasm built up.

And when it hit, you moaned, feeling the hot load drip out into the condom. You could feel how it heated up your insides, a very small part of your brain zapping with serotonin at the thought that he had came inside without a condom.

Jeonghan stayed in you for a bit longer, allowing his cock to soften before pulling out slowly with a hiss. He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as your tears stained your temples from how you were laying down.

“Aren’t we already as far as we can go?” You told him, bringing up the conversation that you both had in the car.

Your nose started to get runny but you tried not to allow it to bother you to where you had to sniffle and catch his attention. But he was already facing you, wiping away the tears with a soft brush of his thumbs.

“We both knew what we were getting into.” He spoke softly, wiping away your tears. “We still have summer.”

With your semester coming to a start, your phone went off to showcase that a new album had been released from a band you followed on spotify. Quickly opening the app, you placed your headphones on a pressed play.

“What are you listening to?” Your roommate asks.

You snort, taking a look at your phone for notifications. Inhaling deeply, you purse your lips at the empty phone.

“Just the new Seventeen song.”

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whatt-the · 4 months ago

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Gift for @uno-san

College Stanford x milf reader

Content warnings: age gap obviously, stanford is a warning because I am tired of people pretending he isn't odd as hell, fem reader

Author's note: this takes place in an AU where Stanley never ruined ford's project and he got into his dream college. He is taken under the wing of an esteemed scientist, shenanigans (cheating on ur husband in a loveless marriage) ensue.

devious devious art about this coming soon! Both targeted and about the ambiguous "reader".

This is also only part 1 and there will definetly be more to come

Imagine how Stanford felt when first being invited to his mentor's house, after a particularly lengthy discussion on whatever topic the lecture his mentor gave happened to be about. I can imagine all sorts of emotions running through his mind... anxiety, excitement, a bit of shock- he knew he was smart, but he never thought his theories were reasonable enough to challenge his mentor's views: you see, he really idolized that man. Continuing their discussions would be an honor, and the mere mention of publishing multiple papers with him had stanford's mind racing, he could barely contain his joy!

Now, understand that he had plans for the unexpected visit: he'd prove his worth, his technical prowess, anything to get more of that sweet, sweet approval. We both know he didn't have much of that in his youth, neither did he get much of it now... it seems he is always the single oddest character in any given room, even amongst other well educated, motivated students. "Teacher's pet", "tryhard", he couldn't believe it at first- such childish insults at such an esteemed institution? He thought those got left behind in high school. How innocent he is. Regardless:

His plans were to prove himself.

Well, like I said, were.

Right now? His mind couldn't be further from his studies.

He'd made it to the house alongside the professor, the discussion now spanning multiple topics- he was having fun. Rare, considering any of his other interactions with quite literally anyone else.

(Truly the outcomes are deplorable. His social skills are lacking to an astronomical degree, to the point where it is borderline comical how little he knows about human interaction. It is a cliché, the nerd who doesn't know how to socialize, but it wouldn't be so popular of a trope if it didn't often get reflected in reality. Not like he knew it was very popular to begin with: even the claim that he learned to interact with others through books would be false, since he strayed from any sort of romantic narrative. It was out of a feeling of inadequacy, really.)

Then, the door was opened.

And that's when he met you for the first time.

"You! You're Stanford right? I've heard good things from my husband here-"

"Come on, don't flatter the kid yet." Your husband spoke with a chuckle

"Hey! He deserves to hear how good he's doing! Come here." You walked forward and hugged him, it was your way of greeting people. It was warmer and more welcoming- both things the world lacked severely.

(Stanford found himself paralyzed where he stood for a few moments. He'd already found your personality endearing -your appearence even moreso-, and now you're pressed up against him? He simply must be dreaming. You felt so soft against him-- heavens, how long had it been since he'd received a hug? Far too long, clearly, but he doesn't remember them ever feeling this good)

The societal pressure to reply to this action in some way caught up to him fast, however. He was quick to place a hand on your waist, his range of motion being limited from your arms wrapping around his own. He may experience the social pressure, but he really has no clue what's appropriate and what isn't, huh? Cute.

(Had he a modicum of self control, he'd most definetly have had a much more timely and well adjusted response to your touch, but amidst the smell of your perfume, your soft arms around him, your hair tickling against his face, the feeling of your hands on his back... nothing carried the same weight as your presence did, who could blame him for doing what his mind instructed him to do and touch you back somehow? He'll come to find that he will blame himself very much for this interaction. No one more judgemental on his behaviors than the one responsible for them)

Once you pulled back from him, you were quick to usher them inside and offer them snacks, reasoning that they'd deserved something nice after studying and debating so much on so many topics. Your husband eagerly agreed and impatiently waited for your food through busying himself by unearthing blueprints and all sorts of different research papers so there would be grounds for his and ford's endless theorizing.

And thus, as you left, Stanford was left with his own thoughts. He made note of the fact that those very same thoughts were entirely consumed by you: how you dressed, how you looked, how soft your hair was, how lovely your voice sounded; all things that brought him much joy to think about, but equal parts of shame. He didn't necessarily want to have any such invasive thoughts about his professor's wife, yet there he is, with his thoughts growing more wretched by the minute. It's almost like his brain was against him: guiding thoughts that had him blushing at the very visage into his mind's eye. He wanted your hands on his back again- he wanted you to drag your nails across it-- he wanted to feel your lips on his, he wanted to feel your breath grow shaky against him--

"Here it is!! Sorry for the wait"

Papers getting dropped on the table and a thankful sigh were the next things he heard. His professor turned to him, instructing him to sit at the table, since "if you don't come quick, there won't be any left for you!"

Your food was great, simply regarded as the usual to your husband, but seen as the world's 8th wonder by Stanford. When asked if he was enjoying the food, he quickly assured you that he was absolutely enjoying it, making sure to remark that it is "the best thing he's had since he entered college", which was not at all a lie, considering he was surviving off of microwaved cup noodles and the occasional granola bar- but even he knew that was too pathetic for him to mention at all.

Your husband and Stanford made quick work of the snacks and promptly got back to... spewing big pompous words and numbers at eachother... at least it seems they were having fun, considering they'd laugh toguether on occasion. That must be a good sign? You weren't entirely sure what was happening with those 2, and you took to not interrupting them in lest you break their chain of thought.

The afternoon went by in the blink of an eye to them. Discussions on various theories followed by reading research papers followed by sketching on blueprints followed by more reading research papers. It was their passion, it seems. However, ford was greatly saddened that it was already so late- he knew full well that if he stayed any longer he'd end up spending the night on your couch, so both him and his professor agreed that it was very much time for him to go back to campus snd consequently to the dorms.

Of course, that wasn't going to happen before he got to say goodbye to you. Even if he was embarrassed to look you in the eye after a full day of... various thoughts about you, he couldn't seem to get enough of your presence. Making his way towards the front door, you were the only one who accompanied him, since your husband was quite busy organizing the mess him and his pupil had created throughout the day.

As you stood at the doorway, you saw yourself growing quite sorrowful that he'd be leaving already, he was quite interesting to you. However, nothing could have prepared neither you nor him for what he did next. He turned around to face you once more, seemingly debating something in his mind for an instant. But, just as quickly as his uncertainty was noticed, it vanished, being replaced by a conviction and fervor he didn't expect from himself -his self control seemed to disappear when he was with you- .Thus, he gently took a hold of your hand and brought it up to his height, kissing the back of it lightly. You could feel your heart skip a beat; you hadn't experienced any such romantic gestures in... god knows how long. As he pulled back, you spoke.

"I-it was... lovely meeting you Stanford." You squeezed his hand as you took a step forward. As soon as he returned your sentiment, he was gone. Though, in the look you both shared during those brief moments, you both knew this wasn't going to be the last time he'd be in this house.

You'd both make sure of it.

Stanford's professor after ford practically begged to go back to his house again: "did you really like her cooking that much?"

Stanford, sweating profusely: "yeah.. her.. . Cooking......"

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x you #this LOSER is about to get his world ROCKED #can ya'll tell that I actually wish I could punch stanford?? no???#good. you shouldn't

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luvsymai · 6 months ago

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I loved your fic where reader and katsuki die I was wondering if you could do a I sorta guess like a part two with people finding them I don’t if you write that kinda thing so sorry if you don’t! -anon🐛

The Final Spark 2 ; Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Major character deaths, …

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The battlefield, once a place of heroic dreams and ambitions, was now a desolate graveyard. Smoke lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. The devastation was complete, and the silence was suffocating. Among the ruins, the remaining heroes scoured the area, looking for any sign of life, any flicker of hope amidst the carnage.

Izuku Midoriya, his face etched with exhaustion and grief, moved slowly through the wreckage. Every fallen hero and civilian they encountered tore at his heart, but he kept moving, driven by a desperate need to find his friends. His heart sank deeper with every step, his mind refusing to accept the worst.

It was Kirishima who found them first. His usually bright eyes dulled with sorrow as he called out to the others. "Guys, over here," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Midoriya and the others rushed to his side, only to be met with a heart-wrenching sight. Their friend, Katsuki, laying motionless on the ground, his arms tightly wrapped around you. His face, usually so fierce and determined, was softened in a final act of protection and love. You both looked peaceful, as if sleeping, but the blood and the stillness told a different story.

"No... no, this can't be," Midoriya muttered, falling to his knees beside his childhood friend. Tears streamed down his face as he reached out, his hand trembling. "Kacchan... please, wake up..."

Kirishima's face contorted with grief as he knelt next to Bakugo, his hand gently resting on his friend's shoulder. "He fought so hard... they both did," he said, his voice breaking. "He... he never gave up."

Even though Katsuki was mostly rude towards them, they knew deep down inside of him, that he was fond of them.

Ochaco Uraraka, standing nearby, covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Bakugo was… Bakugo was holding them…" she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and bittersweet warmth. "Even in the end, they were together."

Midoriya gently tried to pry Katsuki’s hold on you, but it was locked in a death grip. "He's... he's holding on so tightly," he said, his voice shaking. "We... we can't separate them."

Shoto Todoroki, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of profound sadness, knelt beside Midoriya. "We won't," he said quietly. "They'll be buried together, just as they should be."

The heroes worked in silence, carefully lifting the entwined bodies of Katsuki and you. Every movement was filled with reverence and sorrow, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. As they carried you both from the battlefield, the reality of their loss settled heavily on their shoulders.

Back at the makeshift camp, the news spread quickly. The other heroes and civilians gathered, paying their respects to the fallen. There were no words to express the depth of their grief, but their silence spoke volumes.

A funeral was held shortly after, a somber affair that brought together friends, family, and comrades. The sky was overcast, as if the heavens themselves were mourning. Katsuki and you were laid to rest side by side, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. The gravestones, simple yet poignant, bore your names and the legacy of your bravery.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Midoriya stepped forward, his voice breaking as he spoke. "Kacchan... you were always so strong, so fierce. You never backed down, never gave up. You were our hero.” He took a deep breath in. “And (Name)... you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, you were quick to jump into action. You had a heart of a hero. You stood by his side through everything. Your courage and love were a light in this dark world. We'll never forget you. We promise to keep fighting, to honor your memory."

The crowd slowly dispersed, but Midoriya, Kirishima, and a few others remained, unable to leave just yet. They stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, their hearts heavy with loss.

Finally, Midoriya spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Goodbye, Kacchan. Goodbye, (Name). We'll miss you... so much."

As they walked away, the memory of Bakugo’s protective embrace and the love that bound you together lingered in their minds. It was a reminder of the cost of their fight, of the sacrifices made. And though their hearts were broken, they knew they had to carry on, for you, for Bakugo, and for the future you had both fought so hard to protect.

(A/N) Hope you guys like this! (Spoilers for KNY) I was kind of inspired by Mitsuri and Obanai for the death scene :)

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genevawrenn · 8 months ago

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A little post about our beloved QSMP eggs and what they taught me.

Starting off with Chayanne, our little warrior. Your strength through agony was always something to be admired, your dedication to providing to your family through delicious food is something I will always remember. You fought so hard, little leader, I'll miss you always.

Lullah, lovely musician and stealer of hearts Lullah. You are such a bright star, you formed bonds of love and won over the harshest souls instantly. You taught love for both yourself and others, you gave us a deep and intriciate character we will always think of fondly.

Everyone who has followed me for a while knows the Death Family was probably the one I spoke about the most (besides Hideduo). They were always near each other which is something I will remember fondly. They had their troubles but they always talked them out. I'll miss you most.

Ramon, oh my sweet Ramon. You were a late addition to my attention, but I'm so glad I found you, even for the short time I did. Your dedication in protecting your siblings spoke beyond what words can say about your character. I will always remember your excitement and curiosity.

Richas; chaotic, excitable, hyper, and a dear wild child. You made everyone laugh with your antics, it was never a boring time from the moment we saw your cow head to the moment you sped off. You captured so much life and projected it to those you cared about, one of us forever.

Leo <3 My darling, my dear, I never spoke about you much but I love each and every time you came on screen. Your bright and loud personality is a delight, teaching many how wonderful it is to be exactly you. I've heard her admin is a streamer, you should go follow!

Sunny, oh my goodness Sunny. Another huge persona who taught me so much about loving myself and presenting exactly as me. I hope you know how many people you have touched by being you so perfectly. I can not picture any other parent than Tubbo for you, you are adorable together.

Empanada, our time together was too short, but I will forever treasure it. You played such a clever and observant character, very intune with others emotions and able to comfort anyone in their times of trouble. You made people think and learn, an incredible gift to everyone.

Pepito, oh my goodness with you, I think Richas met their rival with sheer energy and excitement.

My little BOLAS eggo, you swept in and easily made everyone want to protect you.

You teach many whimsy, kindness, and stepping out of your comfort zone. You make so many smile 😃

Dapper and Pomme...I can not even separate you in this post. I wasn't able to catch much content surrounding you but I always appreciated how much I saw both your influence in your siblings. Dapper, you always kept your dad on his toes. Pomme, I adore your capacity to love all.

Trump, Tilin, Juana, Bobby.

Time was tragically short together, barely a breath on the long cycle of emotions this story drove us through.

I can say with certainty you will never be forgotten, your influence touched many even if you were only with us for a matter of days. 💕

I unfortunately do not have any screenshots of Chunsik, a similar sentiment to the Egg Island three, as I don't feel we have enough time together, but I'll think of you fondly. I wish you had more time to wow us, I'm not even sure if we will see you again but I wish you the best.

I am a changed person after becoming interested in this content and this server, and that's a positive thing. I only feel sorrow because I love it so deeply. You inspired me to keep creating and connecting with new people. I'll miss what we had forever, thank you for everything.

#wrenrambles #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp death family #qsmp Ramon #qsmp richas #qsmp leonarda #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp empanada #qsmp pepito #qsmp dapper #qsmp pomme #qsmp trumpet #qsmp tilin #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp bobby #thank you qsmp admins

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thewritergremlin-rae · 9 months ago

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Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall - Who's the Most Alien of Them All?

Pairing: Loki x Reader Characters: Loki, Thor, Brock Rumlow, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Frigga, Heimdall Rating: T Words: 3229 Content: 2nd person, kidnapping, chloroform, manipulation, soulmate AU, Hydra!SHIELD at work, set during/post Avengers 1 Summary: You'd never thought there was anything strange about your soulmate in the mirror, apart from how handsome he was, but as fate would have it - he's trying to invade New York. Ao3: HERE Notes: I am an absolute sucker for Soulmate AUs so here we are! I'm thinking of using this same AU for some others (Bucky and Steve) but I'm not sure if it'll be in same universe

In this AU, you see your soulmates face as your own reflection~ THIS IS A REPOST OF MY OWN WORK I accidentally deleted the original post so the read more doesn't work on my own blog 😭

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Something considered normal would rarely be considered wrong.

So, registering your soulmate’s image via looking in a mirror at 18 and having a photo snapped had never worried you.

Everyone did it.

It was normal.

It was safe.

It was how most people found their soulmates, and even then some just didn’t.

This early spring day started as every day usually did. You got up and ready for work, took public transport to the office, and logged in at 9 a.m.

Lunch came and went, spent with the coworkers you got along with best, all venting about the small annoyances of the morning. You all returned to the office and the afternoon crawled by.

Last minute, your boss asked you to finish a report now rather than tomorrow morning and you waved goodbye to your co-workers with a shrug and a put-upon smile. They’d all been in your position at one time or another. No-one found it strange.

The report dragged on for a few hours and you had no idea why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow, but your boss was hardly known for his patience. He at least had the decency to stay behind too.

You sighed and printed a quick copy before knocking on the door to your boss’s office.

He called out and told you to come in, taking the report when you handed it over. His eyes barely scanned it before he spoke again; “Hey, I know it’s late, but we have a visitor in the conference room. Go keep them company, will you? It will just take a couple of minutes.”

You bit back the sigh and the roll of your eyes, knowing both could lose you your job. Stupid, tight ass boss. “No problem, boss,” were the words that came out of your mouth, a false smile before you turned and left - heading to the conference room.

You took the liberty of rolling your eyes hard before you plastered the smile back on and pushed the door open. “Hello.” You stepped into the room and held out your hand as you gave your name. “Mr. Dickson is sorry to keep you waiting, but how can I help you?”

Not the normal sort of client, if a client he was. Most clients showed up in suits or some sort of business attire, but this man wore a black T-shirt, combats, and a jacket certainly not of the suit kind.

“Brock Rumlow.” He smirked over at you and you saw the way his eyes gave you a once over. Slowly. Urgh. Double ugh when he continued with; “No problem at all, sweetheart. Don’t suppose you could get me a coffee?” He nodded over to the machine as he eased back into his seat.

“Of course, sir,” you answered with a smile.

“Feel free to grab yourself one, too. Your boss sent you in here to keep me company, huh?”

“Something like that, Mr. Rumlow.” The pot only needed warming before you poured two cups and offered him one, taking a seat opposite the man.

“I hope he doesn’t make you stay this late all the time, I hate it when my boss makes me work overtime.” He snorted and rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. “Do this, do that, clean up some mess, collect an alien’s soulmate, kill that politician, clean up more mess. Not a day’s rest I tell ya.”

You nodded politely, staring down at your cup as you fully processed his words. Aliens, soulmates… killing politicians? You didn’t know which was the most out there. “I-’m sorry I’m not sure I follow…”

He only looked more delighted at your confusion and the way your body had stiffened. “Well, you see, sweetheart, there’s this guy, Loki, who showed up outta nowhere and, see, he talks a big game about taking over the Earth and we figured, seeing as you’re his soulmate, that he might rethink those big ideas if we offer you up instead.” Brock shrugged as if this was just casual conversation and didn’t have you frozen in your seat. “’Course, if that doesn’t work, maybe threatening to harm ya will change his tune. But what do I know about aliens? I’m just part of the STRIKE team.”

Brock smiled, as though he hadn’t just threatened you or spouted what sounded like absolute bullshit. A beat passed as you stared into the cup in your hands, eyes unseeing. “So why don’t we-”

He growled angrily as you threw the coffee and the cup containing it at him and jolted to your feet, running for the door, pulling it open-

Your short-lived escape attempt ended when another similarly dressed and built man stepped into view. His hands clamped down on your arms and the panic really set in as you protested and tried to escape. “Let me go!” You kicked and thrashed, hoping the noise might cause your boss to call the cops, but that small slice of hope was soon ripped from you. He appeared from his office, face like thunder.

“You said this would be quick, hurry up before someone hears this racket.”

Brock huffed from behind you, fingers sliding into your hair and tugging hard to drag your head back. “We coulda done this the nice way, bitch, but that’s off the table.” He pressed a cloth to your mouth, harder than necessary.

The thought of not breathing hadn’t even crossed your mind before the fumes entered your body and you soon slumped into unconsciousness.

You woke already knowing you weren’t at home. Everything felt off and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet as you laid on what felt like a bed. You took a shallow breath, trying to remember, but everything before falling asleep stayed fuzzy at the edges.

You had been to work and… right, your boss had made you stay late and there had been coffee and…

Your eyes snapped open but so far it seemed like you were alone. The edge of the bed wasn’t far from the wall and you hesitated before rolling over. Good. No-one there either and this side of the wall had windows.

You shuffled over to them, eyebrows furrowing at their size. Small and curved at the edges. you slid the blind up to be met with the sight of clouds and uninterrupted sky.

You scrambled to the edge of the bed and the one door that led in and out of the room. “Hey! Hey!” you yelled, banging on the door, fear skittering through you. How long ago had last night been? What time was it now? Where were you now?

“Quit ya banging!” A stern thump that made the door rattle had you stumbling back and falling down to sit on the edge of the bed. “We’re nearly there, no need to get your panties in a twist, bitch.” It sounded like the man you’d met in the office… Brock if you remembered correctly.

He’d certainly changed his tune, but you had thrown coffee at him. Bastard deserved it.

“Where are we going?!” You had no idea if he would answer, if anyone would. Did it even really matter?

You were to be offered up as some consolation prize to an alien invader in the hopes he might go away.

You weren’t convinced of the plan; who would change their plans for the mere idea and appearance of their soulmate. You probably wouldn’t if you were in Loki’s position.

“New York,” came the answer before you heard footsteps leave the door.

You sank to the bed and flopped back on it, unsure what to do with yourself or for the rest of the flight.

You sat in what had to be some kind of interrogation room, a bit rich considering these guys had kidnapped you. A window made up much of the wall in front of you; the blank expanse of glass left you with nothing to look at but the reflection of your soulmate. It hadn’t changed for several years, but you’d noticed recently his hair had grown longer and it didn’t seem as well kept as before.

The sharp lines of his face had always left you flustered, but now they left you worried at the gaunt paleness that clung to him. What had happened? You couldn’t possibly know, you didn’t even know his name. Well, you hadn’t.

Loki. An alien. An invader.

You continued to sit silently in the chair, not knowing that an agent and your soulmate’s brother were busy deciding your fate.

“Father will not be pleased. Midgardians are not welcome to our realm and Loki is likely to remain in prison the remainder of her short life.” Thor spoke calmly but firmly. “Besides which, you tell me she is dangerous? A criminal? Why should Asgard take a criminal of Midgard to the golden realm? I do not think our prison is the best place to introduce them.” Thor couldn’t be certain, but he doubted the two would get along from what SHIELD had told him.

His brother would likely perceive another criminal as a threat or he would keep his guard up. Loki was not one for letting people in so easily. Especially not now. Whether she deserved kindness or not, he doubted Loki would afford her any.

“What if your brother wants to bring her?”

Thor’s eyes narrowed, giving the agent a sidelong glance. Hardly normal to accept a prisoner’s request… but he did love his brother fiercely - despite his recent tricks. “If,” Thor stressed, “Loki wants to bring her… I may agree,” Thor conceded. But he doubted such a thing would happen. “I will speak with him.”

Neither you or Thor knew the thin thread by which your fate hung.

The car rumbled through central park, you seated in the back wearing handcuffs and some gag like thing over your mouth that stopped you speaking. You still wore the bright orange scrubs and white shirt as though they’d plucked you from a prison somewhere.

You were free of Rumlow at least, you didn’t even know if the agent driving knew that you hadn’t been picked up from a penitentiary. This new one aligned more with what you imagined an ‘agent’ to be. Black suit, white shirt, sunglasses. Very Men In Black, which, ironic, since you were about to meet two aliens.

The car came to a stop and you looked out at the people milling around. You only recognised two for sure - one of them being your soulmate. Tony Stark confused you, for a moment, before you recalled his shift into heroism the last few years.

An equally tall, blond man held your soulmate's arm just above his elbow, so you had to assume this was the brother you’d heard murmurs about.

Your car door opened and a hand grabbed similarly below your elbow to help you out. Curious eyes turned on you and all you could do was silently, desperately, plead for someone to step in. Someone to take the gag off. You just needed one of them to be curious.

“Er… I don’t remember any plus ones going out to this little party.” Tony Stark gave the agent at your side a look over the top of his sunglasses, his gaze briefly sliding to you.

“She’s Loki’s soulmate,” the agent replied, no judgement but not much other emotion in his voice. He turned and marched you towards the pair of aliens.

“Now, hang on a minute.” A different voice objecting this time and you craned your head behind you to see a blond dressed in a check shirt and a brown jacket. You thought you might have seen his face somewhere before, but you weren’t exactly firing on all cylinders and you couldn’t place him. “She might be a criminal of some kind, but you’re going to send her to another planet?”

“I’m sorry, Captain, but it seems she may be more dangerous than a Midgardian prison could handle,” Thor answered. “My brother told me he has made many a visit to her on Earth.” Fucking news to you! Your eyes flicked to Loki, brows furrowed, but he didn’t meet your gaze. “I do not think he could have taught her many of the tricks he uses, but SHIELD assures me that they have indeed met before.”

Now you understood the reason for the gag. Can’t contradict made up bullshit if you can’t speak. You were about to turn a furious gaze on the agent that brought you out of the car when the soft clinking of a chain drew your attention.

Loki curled a chained arm around your waist, grip firm, and tugged your back flush against him. The action forestalled anything you had been about to do or say and you attempted to catch his eye. He ducked his head and you felt the cool press of his own gag to the top of your head.

The gesture had you stilling in surprise and seemed to only cement the story that Thor had been spun.

You felt eyes on the two of you, studying intently, before Loki’s little stunt seemed to be accepted as proof and preparations began again. You assumed for travel to this Asgard, but how exactly? There weren’t any space ships nearby and you were fairly certain the car you’d arrived in wasn’t about to escape Earth’s atmosphere.

Something with Loki here?

Thor reappeared in your line of sight holding one of two handles of some canister. A blue cube glowed inside, but it didn’t make any more sense than it had a few minutes ago. He caught your eye, his look intense and serious. “Make sure you do not let go or you will be lost to space as Loki was before he came here.”

You felt like meaning lay beneath the words, something you were supposed to glean from them, but still struggling to process what had happened the last few days you simply nodded and took hold of the other handle. Loki’s hand settled beside yours, overlapping slightly. Unsure if this stemmed from kindness, or an attempt to be sure you didn’t let go. or something else to drag you further into the fiction and lies that had been created around you... Well, you had no way to protest, anyway.

You hoped nobody would spend too long looking for you. Maybe the local police had already told everyone you were dead, covering up the act that you still couldn’t quite understand.

You wondered if you would ever see Earth again after this.

Your hand unknowingly reached for Loki’s at your waist, gripping tightly in fear of what was to come and in sorrow that you didn’t know what mess you were leaving behind.

Silence as Thor turned the handle, anticlimactic, but you felt it as your stomach dropped similarly to when an elevator descends too quickly and you were pulled upwards. The blur of colours was almost too much for your eyes to bear as your vision blurred, but soon enough your feet settled on solid ground once more.

You desperately blinked back the blurring at the edges of your vision to take in the bright gold that lined the room you had landed in. Or maybe an observatory of some kind.

“Welcome home,” a deep but firm voice greeted, your eyes drawn to a man in gold armour whose eyes glowed just as brightly as the metal. He sheathed the sword into the metal stand in front of him and approached the three of you.

You thought you could see something sad in his gaze as he touched the metal on your face, drawing it easily away from you and returning your ability to speak. “I am sorry you were dragged into this mess, miss.”

“How did you…?”

“My name is Heimdall and my duty is to watch over the Nine Realms. While I cannot see all at once, and some have managed to evade my sight in the past,” At this he gave Loki a look before returning his gaze to you - eyes softening once more, “I have kept an eye on your journey these past few days.”

“Heimdall, of what do you speak?” Thor asked in utter confusion.

But you found the words and breath to speak first. “They lied to you, I’m not an inmate! I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket!” you protested, courage mounting with every word you got out. “I was just doing my job like always and a couple of thugs came to the office and kidnapped me.” A squeeze at your waist reminded you of Loki’s presence and you pulled out of his grip, turning your annoyance on him. “And we have never met! I’ve only ever seen his reflection.”

“Loki-” Thor growled at his brother, but received only a simple shrug and a look that lacked all remorse in reply. “Why did you-?”

Warm hands took your wrists and distracted you, your gaze drawn by watching Heimdall break the cuffs on your wrists as easily as if they were made of paper. “My apologies, miss. I had no way of letting anyone on Earth know of the misconception.” He didn’t smile, per se, but he seemed genuine and his greeting kind.

He took a step back and you breathed with relief to finally be free of all your chains. “At least someone knows what’s going on.” Though Loki had to have known too, so why had he lied to Thor and SHIELD? “How exactly am I supposed to get home?” you asked, looking between the two brothers as if scolding children.

“Heimdall is to use the Tesseract to restore the Bifrost and once it’s fixed, he will be able to send you home. If I can, I will return with you and explain the situation to the Avengers - they’ll be sure to help,” Thor rushed to assure you.

To be fair, they had tried, but Thor had been so convinced by SHIELD… Well, he just seemed to have gotten all mixed up in all of this so you nodded. “So, I’ll just have to wait until the bridge is fixed?”

Thor smiled brightly this time, like the sun bursting through on a cloudy day. “Yes, just until it is fixed. I’m sure Mother will be happy to provide hospitality.”

“I see my son is already volunteering me.” Her voice sounded light and happy despite the situation, drifting over from some as yet unseen doorway off to the side.

“Your Majesty.” Heimdall bowed to her and you quickly followed suit - you didn’t want to end up in the dungeons for however long it would take to fix the Bifrost.

You straightened up to find her gentle smile turned your way, her beauty and motherly face stealing your breath. “I’m glad to finally meet you, though you are such a familiar sight that I feel as though I know you already.” Her arm settled softly around your shoulders and she started to steer you along the beautiful bridge you stood on.

Loki huffed behind you and you wondered if he might be embarrassed? No, probably not.

“I’m sorry you were brought here under such circumstances, but welcome to Asgard.” Weird space travel and spy stories coming to life aside, maybe spending some time in the golden city laid out before you wouldn’t be so bad.

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reallife6anoufriev6boy6 · 2 months ago

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dylric angst fanfic

includes angst, past/repressed sexual trauma, eric being sweet, and last night on earth.

note: little bit of a projection, but im posting anyway.

no lyrics, sorry:o(

the basement was quiet. the whole house was. it was late at night - around one am.

they had been passing back and forth a bottle of vodka, but it was now discarded.

one last night. they shouldve been asleep.

dylan couldnt sleep, so he called eric.

eric couldnt either, so he invited him over.

they werent ready. theyve planned for months, did drills, had everything set to go, but they werent ready.

“im not ready,” dylan verbalizes the thought, voice soft “im not ready, eric.” he repeated.

the brunette turned his head, looking to his friend.

“we have to do it,” he answered with “we have to do it, dylan.” he repeated as well.

they were in tune with each other. everything they said was on the same wavelength.

the blonde shakes his head, looking over at him.

“i cant.”

“we have to.”

they both stare at each other, communicating something that they could never verbalize.

theyd been through so much and they never got the chance to unpack any of it. this was their way of unpacking - kill everyone and then themselves.

dylan though had gone through something that eric hadnt been through. they were used to the bullying, having been through just about everything you could imagine, but dylan had been given the worse hand.

he cant remember it - doesnt *want* to remember it, but he can remember the way the hands felt - the names he was called and the empty feeling afterwards. he forgot everything else.

he was never able to figure out his emotions or how to deal with the trauma he was given, and now he never would.

eric knew though - he had told him. it was one of the many reasons they would be committing their final act together in less then a couple hours.

he didnt know everything though. even he couldnt know the extent of it.

“itll work out,” eric spoke again “everythings ready to go, vee.” he wasnt feeling good about this either, but he didnt want to show his weakness.

the blonde shakes his head again “im - im ready, but…”he struggled to find the words, staring at his friend and hoping he would get it.

eric does get it. he wasnt good with comfort or anything similar, but this was his best friend.

he gave a small, barely noticeable nod of his head.

before dylan realized, tears had already started to build up and streak down his face.

he sniffled, shuffling closer and putting his head on his shoulder.

eric lifted his arm and put it over him - the weight of it felt good.

neither know what to say or what to do. at the end of it all they were still two clueless, dumb teenage boys who didnt know how to comfort or handle emotional baggage, but when have they ever known how to deal with anything? their overall solution for life was death.

the brunettes hand rubbed over the others arm soothingly “its gonna be alright,” he makes his voice as soft and gentle as he can “itll - itll be over soon, vee.”

dylan can only sniffle and cry, putting all his weight onto the other and leaning on him for support.

the hands that would soon be used to carry out mass destruction and murder were so gentle and careful over his arm.

it was a wonderful feeling to be cared for - to have someone understand.

this was so out of character. this wasnt a persona or personality they put on like in front of their friends, their family, and the camera. this was just them.

the room is quiet except for the crying and soft hum of the air conditioner kicking on. it was peaceful - the last moments of peace theyd ever know.

“we’ll take care of them,” erics voice cuts through the silence, swallowing hard “*ill* take care of them.” he didnt want to sound gay when he said it, which was funny, but it was the least he could do.

dylan was his best friend. he would hunt down those fuckers if it was the last thing he did - which, it would be.

“theyll be gone. you wont have to deal with it anymore,” he wouldnt have to deal with it either way - they would be dead too, but he didnt want to say that “itll be over.”

dylan has no idea how to respond - he just keeps crying, soon turning into choked sobs. he didnt want it to be this way.

his friend is quick to hush him, moving his hand and running it through his hair now. he placed a kiss to the top of his head.

“itll be alright.” he restates from earlier, saying it quieter this time - just above a whisper.

he knew he had to accept it, but he just couldnt. it would never be alright.

he shook his head, but the other just keeps reassuring him.

“yeah, it will. we’re gonna take care of all those fuckers,” normally hed be saying that with such hate and anger, but his voice doesnt change “they wont know whats coming. theyll pay for all the crap they did,” he tucked his silky blonde hair behind his ear “we’ll take ‘em all down with us. we’ll make our point and no one can stop us,” he placed another kiss to his head “we’ll be a force grater then nature.”

to anyone else that would be disturbing - make them feel sick and want nothing to do with this anymore, but it made dylan feel better.

as long as he was with his best friend while getting rid of all their problems, he would be happy.

“you promise, reb?” he asked abruptly, his own voice small.

“yeah, i promise, vee.” he answered back without hesitation.

it was the last promise hed ever make. he had to make it count.

#tcc fandom #tcc tumblr #tccblr #tcctwt #tccblur #tee cee cee #teeceecee #dylan columbine #eric columbine #dylan and eric #eric and dylan #dylric #columbine tcc #tcc columbine #columbine 1999 #anoufrievboy fanfics

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ilexdiapason · 18 days ago

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the period of dream smp narrative progression commonly understood as "season 1" took place between the agreement of w/lbur s//t and tommyinnit's characters cwilbur and ctommy to create a potion selling business together, and the infamous november 16th detonation of l'manberg by the former's hand. w/lbur was known to write treatments for narratively significant livestreams (hereafter known as "lore streams"), documents which outlined the salient events of the evening and gave the participants an idea of what should be accomplished during the events of the day. after the death of cwilbur, in the wake of the aforementioned november 16th explosion, w/lbur s//t declared that he would take a step back from being so hands-on and directorial with the narrative of the dream smp, and left the planning of "season 2" (which at the time had barely begun) up to his coworkers, including dr//mwastaken and technoblade.

however, w/lbur s//t introduced the character of ghostbur in the latter half of november 2020, giving himself an excuse to continue logging on to the dream smp and roleplaying with his friends despite having killed his character off days before. he set this era of roleplay apart from the cwilbur he'd played previously by never actually streaming his own perspective of events. ghostbur was exclusively seen through the eyes of others, which thematically aided the idea that nobody knew the real cwilbur, only the many masks he'd presented to many different people during his lifetime. ghostbur tried and failed to assert himself as a different person to "alivebur", and part of what made that such an unsuccessful endeavour was that we couldn't see ghostbur's pov, so we didn't know if his thought patterns were truly different to cwilbur's.

however, this consistent fact about ghostbur - the fact that we did not see his pov - was negated in january 2021, when we got the first and only ghostbur lore stream. it began shortly after the events of doomsday: ctechno, cphil, and cdream had ravaged l'manberg down to rubble, far far worse than the november 16th explosion, using more withers and tnt duping technology.

w/lbur s//t went live for about half an hour that evening, fully in character as ghostbur. he spoke to cphil and ctommy about the events of the day, angrily chastising cphil for likely allowing friend the sheep to die even though he knew how much it meant to ghostbur, and expressing to ctommy that he no longer wanted to exist in the state he was in, and would rather "alivebur" was revived. it was an outburst of negative emotion that was rarely seen from ghostbur, who characterised himself by his consistent optimism, trust, and insistence on forgetting all of the terrible things his living counterpart had done.

w/lbur s//t would not stream again on the dream smp until the day of the revival lore stream in may, four months later. this means that, in six months of consistent roleplaying as ghostbur on the dream smp, we only saw it live from his perspective once.

in this essay, i argue that w/lbur s//t planned to never stream ghostbur's perspective, but that the concept and execution of the doomsday lore stream left him so angry at the direction that his colleagues were taking with their story-writing that he was spurred to log in specifically so he could yell at philza for writing the character of cphil this way, and i will not be taking criticism on this position,

#ok to reblog #my one and only contribution to today's conversation #why am i censoring their names? dont like em hope it helps #dream smp #dsmp

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more-sonorous · 23 days ago

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tipsy cuddles (sun, moon, stars)— jatherid

this is just a little piece of some seriously extensive writing I’ve done for these three— I think I’ve probably written like 10k words for them that I’ve yet to share!

they are sort of tipsy in this scene, but all of these characters are 21+ (actually close to their thirties), so the alcohol consumption is totally legal.

the characters aren’t totally wasted and the alcohol is barely mentioned in this little section, but I figured I’d leave a warning!

anyways please enjoy these few words! I don’t have anything new to post today so I figured I’d share some writing I enjoyed doing.

(for context, davey did not confess feelings for them. he just ranted about how he’s attempted dating and it just hasn’t worked for him. the end of that rant is where the scenelet starts.)

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“It’s not that I don’t love people. I do. I know I do. Fuck, I’m almost positive that I’m bi. And I know I want— I want to be with people. I wanna date and all of that stuff, I really do. But I think something’s wrong with me. I’m too— I’m too weird, or something.”

By that point, Davey was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, face flushed and eyes bright with passion. He’d shifted positions in his chair and was leaning towards them, one leg tucked beneath himself and the other still tossed over the armrest. She’d seen him frustrated like this on multiple occasions, with tears shimmering in his expressive eyes and movements sharp and angry, but she’d never seen him vibrating with such a mix of shame and relief before. She wanted to hug him and hide him from the world forever. She wanted to tug her hands through his hair and call him hers and tell him he’d never have to worry about assholes who didn’t listen to him again. Because she’d listen. She knew she would.

Instead she settled with something simple: “Davey, that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely not your fault. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

“What if there isn’t a right person?” Then he frowned, and Kath felt her heart shatter in a million different ways.

“Oh, don’t say that. I know you’re gonna find someone.” She held a hand out and after a moment, he stretched his own arm across the gap to take it.

Kath tugged until he was stumbling to his feet, and from there, she pulled him down onto the couch where she and Jack were already curled together. He fell on top of her with a soft ‘oof’, which made all three of them laugh. Davey’s weight was a welcome blanket and she threw one arm around his waist, using the other to guide his face into the curve of Jack’s neck. Davey’s shoulder had landed just beneath her chin and she pressed her nose and lips against it, breathing in the smell of his laundry detergent and the unique notes of papery books and vanilla shampoo. How anyone could take someone like Davey for granted baffled Kath. He was a wonderful human.

She watched Jack’s hand find its way to Davey’s curls and the taller boy relaxed nearly immediately, feeling almost boneless against them. After about a moment in the embrace, Jack smiled slightly and tilted his head to press against Davey’s hair. “Can I take your glasses off, Dave?”

Davey gave a grunt of affirmation, so Jack carefully extracted the glasses from their tangle of limbs and carefully set them on the coffee table. Kath couldn’t hide her pleased smile. Somehow she’d landed two of the cuddliest men she knew as her boyfriend and best friend, and she absolutely wasn’t complaining.

“You smell good, Jack.” Davey’s voice vibrated his chest, words slightly slurred (he wouldn’t have said something so honest if he was sober). Kath watched as Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Davey. You too, man.”

Davey laughed a slightly drunken giggle and one of his hands slid down to Kath’s wrist, tangling with her fingers. She immediately took his hand in hers and closed her eyes, savoring the contact.

Soon Davey’s breaths began to even out and Kath and Jack followed suit, relaxing to the tune of the soft country music playing behind them. She was actually starting to enjoy the deep, crooning voices, but she’d never tell Jack that. She’d never hear the end of it and he’d be begging to blast his country favorites every day. Lowered inhibitions led her to gently nudge Jack. “Hey, Davey likes head scratches.”

“Kath, don’t—“ David whined, but his protest shut down the moment Jack’s fingertips disappeared into his hair and dragged carefully against his scalp. He made a very un-Davey-like noise and closed his eyes, which forced Katherine to suppress a giggle.

Jack laughed softly. “I think I found your factory reset, Davey.”

“Mmph, hush.” He muttered gruffly, and the other two shared a quiet laugh, because Jack was absolutely right. “You’re just weirdly good at this.”

Jack smiled slightly and wrapped his other arm securely around Kath’s waist, sandwiched between her body and the fabric of Davey’s t-shirt. “I’m a man of many talents. Now you just shut your eyes and nap, Dave. Stop thinkin’ so hard— I can hear your brain goin’ a mile a minute.”

“Yeah.” Kath gave his hand a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest with us, by the way. About the dating stuff. I know that took a lot.”

“I… I guess I should’ve told you sooner.” He gave the smallest shrug, just barely shifting on top of her. Kath rubbed her thumb in a small circle against his palm.

“No, you were waiting until you were ready. I had no right to be offended. Let’s just— let’s just leave it be for now. I’m comfy.”

“Okay—“

He started pushing himself up out of their little pile and earned noises of protest from both Jack and Kath, who pulled him back down with whatever hold they had on him. David burst into drunken giggles, his chest shaking against Kath. She scoffed. “I said I was comfy!”

“But I’m crushing you!”

“I like being crushed. Now, shhh.”

Jack copied her shushing and once Davey’s fit of giggles died, Jack resumed his head scratches and Kath curled up between her boys, feeling more at home than she’d felt in a long time. Davey started drifting off, and he fell asleep long before Jack or Kath came close. The last movement she remembered was Jack sleepily reaching for their remote to turn off the music.

After that it was just warmth and sleep, and waking up sweaty and tangled and content in the morning with a hangover to boot.

#newsies #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #jatherid #javey #javid #jatherine #javtherine #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #sonorouswrites #newsies fanfiction

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imaginingmanyfandoms · 3 months ago

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all the time in the world | hikaru hitachiin

summary: Hikaru received a love letter from you, and allows Kaoru to talk him into putting you through their old test - but it only hurts you.

warnings: none i think, out of character maybe.

note: stunning lack of ouran fics to be found

"Hikaru is enamored with another, I'm afraid," Kauro said, leaning against a lamppost.

Your shoes crunched against the freshly fallen snow. It was unexpected, the snow, not supposed to start for another week. But here it was, falling to the ground all around you. Your cheeks turning rosey against the crisp air.

There was nothing to answer to Kaoru, what would there be to say? The note you'd left Hikaru, telling him about your feelings and asking to meet was clutched in Kaoru's hand. The pink paper crinkling in his hard grasp. You wanted to reach out and take it from him, yell that it wasn't his to read, wasn't his to sully, but you did nothing, just lifted the scarf higher around your face, blocking your trembling lip from Kaoru's cold stare.

"But you know~," he smirked, unmoving, "I'm always found you extremely cute."

You didn't know where this was going. There were never any signs he was interested in you, but how would you know? You'd clearly misread the notion from Hikaru.

What you didn't know was that Hikaru wasn't far away, eyes tightly shut and fingers crossed beside him. He was desperate for you to pass, he hadn't even wanted to do it this time, it felt wrong. But still, he allowed his brother to take his place at the meeting time, wanting to know it was truly Hikaru you felt for. Truly, Kaoru didn't know if he pushed for this out of protectiveness or out of spite. The way you two spoke in class, whispering and giggling and not involving Kaoru...

"Maybe we could hangout sometime," Kaoru finished, with Hikaru simultaneously mouthing to words silently in his hiding spot.

Hikaru couldn't see what was happening, but Kaoru watched you bow slightly.

"I'm flattered Kauro-kun," you said, voice wavering slightly, heard but Hikaru but not his twin, the cold politeness of the honorific wasn't lost on anyone. "But it's really Hikaru I-...." your voice broke, betraying you, showing how deeply you hurt.

He wanted to run out from hiding, beg you to finish your sentence, tell him how you felt, tell him you love him, but the script proceeded, and he stretched his fingers over the cool brick behind him. The scratchy texture gave him no comfort.

"Well!" Kaoru feighned excitement, "I really am Hikaru!"

"No, you're not."

Hikaru's eyes opened, and he felt a wave of guilt and shamed run through him.

He thought maybe you knew which was which, but, in the snow, in a time of obvious discomfort, you knew that it was Kaoru in front you you. He pulled the note out of his pocket, unlike usual, he wasn't willing to hand this one off to his brother, only the envelope. He never even let his brother read it, and that's how Kaoru knew this one was different, this is a situation where Hikaru actually had feelings for the one who professed their love.

"How did you know?" Kaoru asked, sure the game was over, but being nearly as curious as his brother, he had to ask.

"You don't... look at me the way Hikaru does, you don't... you don't say my name like he does."

It wasn't a physical tell, wasn't a cadence or voice thing, wasn't even personality. You knew from the moment Kaoru greeted you that it wasn't him.

"I should go," you said, "Tell Hikaru I'm sorry."

"Is there anyway I could convince you to stay with me?" Kaoru asked.

"No," you said, resolute and final, the game was over. You had won. "Goodbye, I'm sorry."

And you turned to leave, snow crunching under you as you walked away, tears freezing as soon as fell, causing your cheeks to sting. You'd nearly left the courtyard when you felt a hand on your arm, you jumped, having not heard anyone follow you.

And it was Hikaru, the way his hand felt wrapped around your wrist... this was Hikaru.

You'd barely looked at him, but still you whispered, "Hikaru?" and his heart nearly broke in two, the pain in your voice caused by him.

Hikaru hadn't thought this far ahead. What could he say? What should he do? Could he... should he kiss you? Fall on his knees and beg for forgiveness? Ask you to go for a walk? Call you a car? He couldn't figure it out, he was frozen, watching as you moved to look up at him, tears glistening in your eyes and on your cheeks.

"What is this?" you asked, "Was this some test?"

And before he could think he answered, "yes," not wanting to hide anything from you ever again.

"What - why? Was this to humiliate me?"

He was taken aback. "What? No, no, of course not."

"You showed him my letter?"

"No, I didn't, I swear I kept it, I have it," he said, pulling it out of his coat pocket. "I didn't let him read it."

"Why would you do this? Set me up to reject me like this? You could've been nice, I thought - I thought we were friends."

"We are!" he said, heart beating in his throat, threatening to jump out and land at his feet. He felt panicked, like he couldn't breathe properly. "There isn't anyone else, I care for you a lot..." he said, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your wrist, to show he cared, to keep you from running away, he didn't even know. "I just... I had to be sure it was actually me you wanted and not, someone who looks like me."

With that you huffed, yanking your arm out of his grip. He looked wounded, but not like you, not the way you hurt.

"Then why didn't you just ask me? All the time we spent together? All the excuses to come to my desk? Why did I need to prove myself to you? What did I ever do to deserve that?" Your tears continued, encouraged by the anger and humiliation. And Hikaru took all of it. He never defended himself, never blamed Kaoru or turned it on you. He just took it. "I'm not some client at the host club! I didn't want some fantasy version of you! I didn't want someone who could just replace you either. I just wanted the guy who started watching a show after I said I liked it so we could talk about it." You continued, not fazed by the blush blossoming across Hikaru's cheeks, even now, he was beautiful. "I have no issue with Kaoru," you said, "but you two are two separate people, and it seems like maybe you forgot that at some point."

Hikaru whispered your name, sadness etched into every letter. He wanted so badly to hug you, to tell you that he was that guy, the one who broke his pencil just so he could come talk to you. Or the one who called you on thursday after your show aired to talk about it. And especially the guy who just did anything he could that he thought would make you smile.

"Don't-" you said, holding your hand out, "please don't say my name like that I can't, I have to think."

"Think about what?" he asked, but he didn't know if he was brave enough to hear the answer.

"I don't know," you whispered, the anger faded as quickly as it came, and you were left feeling sad and humiliated. "I just need some space to think, please."

"I'm so sorry," he pleaded, desperate, "Will you call me?"

"When I'm ready, maybe."

And he sat in the snow after you left, in disbelief it had gone this wrong. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew they'd grown too old for these games. And yet, he'd done nothing to stop it. Whatever outcome this had, whatever fate he'd just sealed, he had no choice but to live with it. If it meant spending the next year trying to get back in your good graces, he would do it.

"Hikaru?" Kaoru asked, voice tender and calm, reassuring and warm. "Are you okay?"

"No," he answered, seat of his pants getting wet from the snow, but he didn't move. He wanted to cold to seep into his bones, that's where all the aching was, deep in his bones.

And Kaoru didn't say anything else, just dropped to his knees beside his brother and pulled him into a hug.

Kaoru felt totally responsible for his brother's despondence.

A week had gone by, and you hadn't called. Barely looked their way in class. When either of the twins walked by, you bowed your head, hiding your eyes from them. The way you refused to catch Hikaru's gaze... it was killing him, and it was all Kaoru's fault. He really, really thought he'd been helping. He thought he was protecting his brother, but maybe, deep down, he was just trying to protect himself, by keeping you at arm's length.

Kaoru had been a fool, and his brother was suffering because of it.

"Senpai," Haruhi asked, joining Hikaru on the couch, Tamaki sandwiching him on the other side. "What can we do?"

The whole host club had noticed that Hikaru just wasn't himself. He was constantly lost in his thoughts, drifting far away from the room he was in without ever leaving the couch. The guests were starting to catch on to the heartbreak. How there was no sincerity in his eyes when reciting their scripts.

Hikaru looked between his friends, and sighed. "There's nothing to do but wait, I guess. I hurt..." he trailed off, "I just have to wait for her."

Haruhi understood. You deserved the space you asked for, and she really couldn't fault you for that. They couldn't pull some scheme to bring you together, and she'd already had to stop Tamaki twice this week from various ideas, reminding him that you were hurt, and you needed space to be hurt.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Tamaki asked, wrapping his arm around his friend.

"She's asked me not to," he said, "She needs to think. What we did was cruel. She was vulnerable and we exploited that." Hikaru's shoulders slumped, and he fell limply into Tamaki's side, desperate for warmth, desperate for comfort.

Kaoru stood silently nearby, Hikaru's sad, crackly voice sending knives through his chest. He had to do something, he needed a sign of life from his brother, a sign that something was going to be okay. Hikaru had never blamed him outright, only himself, but the aura at the house... the amount of time Hikaru spent in bed, not speaking with his twin, it was a palpable tension.

And then, when he walked over to the big window, he got his chance. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting in the cold by yourself, kicking some snow around with the toe of your boots, looking blankly at the frozen water.

Kaoru left the music room silently, trying his hardest not to alert the others. Mori watched him leave, but he said nothing.

You watched Kaoru approach. You weren't even sure how you knew who was who anymore. Just a glance and you knew that was not your Hikaru.

"Hey," he said, hands deep in his jacket pockets to avoid the cold. He gestured to the snowy seat beside you with his elbow. "May I sit?"

"Not if you're going to try and ask me out again," you mumbled. He nodded, brushing the snow off the bench the best he could and sat down.

"Scouts honour," he said, not taking offense to your comment. "I know you asked Hikaru for space, but he misses you."

You looked away, tucking your chin into the shoulder facing away from Kaoru. In your silence, Kaoru continued, "He's so upset with himself. We just... we don't get a lot of people who see passed our... ugh, this is hard. Sorry, I should've thought about what to say."

You turned to him, nodding him on.

"We're used to- shit, okay, I'm used to building walls. I thought I was looking out for Hikaru but really, I think I wanted you to fail. I didn't want him to go and fall in love and find someone who cares about him as much as me but... I was wrong. I was selfish, and childish. I wasn't ready to let go."

You took a deep breath, but Kaoru carried on before you could say anything. "I have feelings for someone, but I can't have her, she's taken. And then you come along and give Hikaru that note and he was so excited... and I was jealous."

"I'm not asking you to forgive me, I get it, I was being a jackass pushing Hikaru into that test, okay? We did it as kids and he didn't want to, really. I'm not just saying that so you'll forget about it. It was my fault. And you and I can figure that out later. And... and I'm not even asking you to forgive him, okay? I am only asking you to talk to him." Kaoru sounded so genuine, and he wasn't being pushy, or mean. He was only trying to help his brother, you knew that. "He cares about you so much, I think you're all he thinks about. I think you're exactly what he's always wanted, you're - you're a really good match for him. I think you make him happy. And I was so wrong to make you feel humiliated, and I'm so, so sorry. So just please, think about it, okay? Will you think about it?"

"I'll talk to him," you said, "I don't want him to be hurting."

"I know you don't," he said, "I was wrong to doubt that."

You smiled at him, and it didn't quite reach your eyes, but it was a start. Kaoru smiled sheepishly back, reaching a hand up to the back of his neck. "I should probably get back to Tamaki and Hikaru, Tam said a costume is what Hikaru needed to feel better so... so I should probably go check on that."

"I'll talk to him tomorrow, okay? I need to gather my thoughts."

Kaoru was quiet for a moment before he whispered, "thank you," leaving you to your thoughts, relieved that even if you didn't forgive him, you might forgive Hikaru.

"Hikaru-kun?"

He was startled by your voice, and he turned quickly to see you, his mouth agape. It felt like years since he'd heard his name fall from your lips, way too long, even if you were being too formal for his liking... you were talking to him, and he wouldn't complain.

He whispered your name, so soft and sweet. His eyes held the same look for you they always did, tender, happy to have you anywhere near him. "It's nice to hear your voice," he said, earnestly.

"Mm," you hummed, not really knowing how to answer.

Hikaru wanted to break the distance between you. He wanted to run to you, spin you around and tell you how beautiful you are, but he stayed where he was, beside the window in the empty music room. He had been watching the rest of the club from the window, watching as they played one of Haruhi's childhood games. Watched as Kaoru stood off to the side, watching as Tamaki and Haruhi gravitated to each other.

"I've missed you," you said, head hung, unable to see him while you spoke, fear that you'd lose your nerve if you saw how sad he looked.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice cracking as he tried to speak. He cleared his throat, trying to cover the tells of his sadness.

"I know," you said, looking up at him. He looked tired, and sad. He didn't have the same spark he usually did. "I know you were just trying to protect yourself."

"But that's the thing... I," he paused, waiting to see if you wanted to say something first. He didn't want to take your moment, when you said nothing he continued, "I don't think I have to protect myself from you. I fell into old patterns, and it was so easy to try and push you away but... I don't want to. I think I'd rather be hurt later than shut you out now, and it's terrifying."

"You have to promise to just talk to me," you said. And his eyes widened with excitement and fear. Did this mean what he thought it did? That you would welcome him to try again? He moved closer to you, holding his arms at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out for you. When he was right in front of you, you spoke again, "if you get scared you have to talk to me, and I'll do the same. It's the only way it will work."

"I'll tell you everything," he vowed, "I'll give you the world if you'd let me."

"I don't want the world, Hikaru. I just want you," you said, you reached out to him, holding a hand out to caress his face, gently stroking his cool cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into it, placing his larger hand over yours, savouring the softness of your touch on him.

His throat felt tight, he choked up. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, eyes closing as you calmed him, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"I forgive you," you said, "I understand why you had to protect yourself. And I understand why Kaoru didn't trust me. It's okay. I forgive you both."

He opened his eyes to look at you, really look at you. Your eyes watered, emotional at the reunion. You'd missed each other so much, being so close to one another yet so far.

"I hated not being able to talk to you," he said, "you were three desk away but I'd pushed you so far."

"Hika..."

"Wait, please let me say this," he said, taking your hand off his cheek, and holding it delicately in both his hands. "When I got your letter, I felt something I'd never felt before, in my whole life. I felt like... I had something that was just for me. That was my beautiful thing in the world and I didn't have to share. And I got so insecure, but I'm learning. I know I can be the man you deserve, I know it. And I can't promise to never make any mistakes, I promise to always care for you, and I vow to protect you from hurt and..."

"Hikaru," you laughed, and he smiled, goofy grin finally reaching his eyes in a way it hasn't since that day in the courtyard. "While I appreciate the sentiments, I don't think what you did was that awful. I was sensitive and I reacted hypocritically, and... and I promise to always care for you too. And always talk to you when I'm feeling upset, or hurt, or insecure. I wouldn't ask anything of you that I wouldn't return."

"I promise-" but you cut him off in the sweetest way. You leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, and his eyes widened in shock for only a moment before he close his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"No more talking," you mumbled between kisses.

And he just hummed in response, melting into you. Letting you in, letting you have all of him. No walls, no games. Just shared affection and tender kisses.

Your hands placed on his chest, you pulled away, but kept your face close to his. He looked down at you, a small happy smile playing on his lips.

"Tell me how you know it's me," he said, hands stretching out over your back.

"I don't even know really, I just look at you and I know who you are. I can't explain it."

"I think you said something about the way I say your name..."

"Well yeah, that helps. You say it like it tastes good."

He smiles, a grin so happy and wide it makes his eyes close. "It does."

"And you just, you're you Hikaru, I know who you are."

And he kisses you again, with more passion. More joy, more affection, more everything. His lips move over yours like that's where they were made to be. Your hands move higher, and you tangle them in his hair while pushing your chest into his. Bodies built for each other, affection made to give to him, and him alone.

When you pull away this time, you're out of breath. And both of you have a rosy hue to your cheeks. He's just so happy to be here with you.

"Are you free tonight? I'd like to take you on a date."

"I'd love that," you said, kissing him quickly on the nose, then detangling yourself from his hold, finding your way to thread your fingers into his, holding his hand as he guides you out of the music room, holding the door open for you and gently guiding you under his arm to walk through first, never letting go of your hand in the process. He'll hold it as long as you let him. "Shouldn't you check with Kaoru first? Did you guys have plans?"

"He'll be okay," Hikaru said, not bothered by the few stragglers that saw you guys holding hands, walking through the hall like it was normal - which from now on, it would be. "We'll be okay, he thinks it's good for us, actually, to get out there more with other people. And he's gunna have to get used to me sharing my time with you anyway."

You hum, "Maybe we should make some time for all three of us to hangout soon."

"We will," he said, "but for now I just want you all to myself. Besides... we have all the time in the world."

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jeankluv · 9 months ago

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If only wishes could be fulfilled - Gojo Satoru

Words: 2,6k

Paring: Gojo x oc

Warning/tags: manga spoilers, angst, flashbacks, mentions of characters death, fluff, established relationship, Gojo and oc adopted Tsukimi and Megumi, open ending, no use of y/n, gn!reader

Note: I posted this one on ao3 weeks ago but never posted here, so here you have. Also Gege when I catch you

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

Everyone knew him as the strongest, as Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer of the modern era, the one that brought balance to the world when he was born. He was also known as someone annoying, irritating, arrogant, never caring about others and too full of himself.

But you knew they were all lies. And it broke your heart they only view him as that, because he wasn’t any of that, sure he was annoying sometimes but annoying in the good way. And he cared, he deeply cared for others.

So whenever you heard people describing Satoru it broke your heart a little bit, each time. Everyone knew Gojo but only a few knew Satoru.

You met Satoru back on the day when you entered the Jujutsu world when you were both 15 at the time and you didn’t know anything about the sorcerer's world or clans. The only thing you knew was that you could see things no one else in your town could, so when three years ago a big guy with sunglasses came and fought one of those things, you asked him if he also could see them. It was then when you found out for the first time about what those things were.

Professor Yaga then introduced you to the school and you began studying alongside Satoru, Shoko and Suguru.

It’s been over a decade since that and a lot of things changed on the mean time. Suguru left only to end up dying by the hands of his once best friend.

You still recall the moment you found Satoru sitting next to the dead body of Suguru.

24th of December 2017

It didn’t take you much to arrive at Tokyo thanks to you cursed technique. Arriving at the school you made sure the students were safe, and fortunately they all were.

“Where is Gojo?”

Yuta looked around searching for his teacher. “He was here just a few minutes ago.”

You looked around and nodded, leaving the kids on their own, knowing they would be safe. You walked across the destroyed place, searching for a white hair.

The sound of loud sobbing hit you in the face, like cold water. It was distant but your heart knew too well who those sobs belonged to.

Moving your legs as quickly as you could, you rushed to the direction where those faint sobs were coming from.

The scene you found was one that you would never have liked to witness, and that would continue to torment you some time later. Satoru was kneeling on the ground, while he hugged Suguru's lifeless body. You froze, not because of the cold of Tokyo, but at seeing Satoru hugging and crying the way he was doing at that very moment.

Taking light steps so as not to upset him, you approached him, even though you knew well that thanks to his six eyes he had already known for a long time that the person behind him was you.

Carefully you placed your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “Satoru…” You whispered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come.

Satoru stood still for a moment and then spoke. “It was what he had to do…” The words barely left his lips. “But it hurts too much…”

You knelt behind him and rested your forehead on his back. “I know Satoru… I know.” You wanted to be able to take away all that pain and keep it for yourself, you wanted those tears that kept falling down his cheeks to stop. You wanted to protect him.

Sniffing he moved and stood up with Suguru's body in his arms. A strong pang pierced your heart as you clearly saw the lifeless face of the person who was once your best friend.

“He had a family…” He whispered. You did know that Suguru had had a family during those 12 years that you had been apart, at least that's what the reports said. “Those two babies that were here with him… you would probably want to say goodbye to him… and bury him.” You knew where Satoru was going, he wanted to return the body to those Suguru had called family for those last 12 years and you weren't going to stop him.

You stepped aside and Satoru walked a few steps and then disappeared.

Satoru returned the next day, you were standing next to Megumi preparing a Christmas cake when Satoru walked through the door. Without saying a word he approached Megumi and ruffled her hair and then approached you and simply hugged you without saying anything. You knew that at that moment words were unnecessary and that what Satoru needed most was to be with those he loved most.

“In the afternoon we will go see your sister.” Satoru spoke, turning away from you and looking at Megumi. He just lowered his gaze and nodded. "Everything will be fine." He told him, ruffling his hair again, to which Megumi protested.

23th December 2018 [present day]

A sad smile appeared on your face as you remembered Megumi and Tsumiki. You had been unable to protect them. You looked up and saw Satoru's back, he was stretching. Tomorrow was the day, tomorrow he would fight Sukuna.

05th October 2008

You looked at Satoru first and then the two kids that were right next to him. “Repeat that?” You were confused as hell.

“Congrats babe, we have two kids now!” He said in a playful way.

You and Satoru had been dating for two years now, in fact your second anniversary would be in November. You were barely almost 20.

“Satoru…” You looked at him with your arms crossed. “Can we talk for a moment?” He nodded and walked towards the bedroom. You looked at the kids. “You can turn the tv on if you want.”

The two kids looked at each other and nodded. The little girl, who seemed older, grabbed the boy and guide him to the sofa and turned the tv on.

“Satoru…” You said entering the room. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Babe listen.” He said leaving a kiss on your head. “The kid, the boy, is talented and they have no one.”

They were alone? That broke your heart a little bit.

“How did you find out about them?”

Satoru sighed. “He is the son of that guy… Toji.” An immense cold ran through your body from head to toe. Just remembering what happened in the summer of 2006 made you nauseous.

“He is his son?” Satoru nodded.

“Before dying he told me about him, he was sold by him to the Zenin clan.” He fell silent for moment. “You know the type of clan they are and his father probably knew that too.”

“So he told you to take him in?”

Satoru shook his head. “Not exactly, but I decided to take him.” He smiled. “So I paid what the Zenin clan asked for him and here we are.”

“Satoru… they are both small, rising a kid it’s a lot of responsibility.”

“And we can do it…” He approached you. “I know we can do it. Besides, I think I could be a pretty awesome dad.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say, but I hope I don’t have to be taking care of three kids.”

He laughed and grabbed your face. “You won’t. I love you.” And left a soft kiss on your lips.

“Let’s go with the kids and introduce each other properly.”

You walked outside the room to be meet up with the sight of the two kids focus on the tv in front of them.

“Kids.” Satoru spoke and they both turned their attention to him. “This is…” Satoru mentioned your name. “Both of us will be taking care of you two from now on.”

“Hello.” The girl smiled. “I’m Tsumiki and this,” she pointed to the little black haired boy. “It’s my little brother.” She gave him a slight nod.

“Hi… I’m Megumi.” The kid looked up and then down.

“Hello kids.” You smiled wildly trying to calm them down. “I hope we get along well and take care of you as best as possible.” The children nodded.

Present day

Looking to the ceiling you tried to hold back your tears. God, you missed your two babies so much.

“Love…” Satoru’s voice made you look forward. “You okay?”

You nodded, even though it was a lie. “How about you?”

“Perfect.” He smiled but that smile was hiding so much pain.

“You know you don’t need to hide your real feelings from me.” You whispered as he approached the place where you were at.

“The same goes to you.” He said poking your nose. “But love, I’m alright. Tomorrow I will bring Megumi back to us and everything will be fine.”

He sat next to you and surrounded you, you rested your head on his chest and felt his heart beating. "Our poor Megumi... if I hadn't been in the state I was in, he might have been able to save Megumi and also Tsumiki. God, I just hope that Megumi isn't aware of what happened to him, otherwise our poor boy will be extremely devastated. ” Satoru grabbed you tighter and kissed your temple.

“You were injured in Shibuya and mentally you were not well. Shoko made the right deck to keep you away from everything that happened in the last month.” He whispered softly to your ear.

19th November 2018

Shoko had stopped by to check on you that same morning, apparently she couldn't come by in the afternoon and it was better to check on you that same morning.

You had hit your head in a very bad way during the Shibuya incident, it had even left you unconscious in bed for 5 days.

When you woke up, everything, absolutely everything had changed. Nanami was no longer with you, Kugisaki was in critical condition, the higher-ups had ordered Itadori to be executed immediately, and Satoru had been sealed and accused of treason.

At that moment you felt like your world was falling apart, you needed to find Satoru, know where Megumi was and see with your own eyes that Tsumiki had woken up, but Shoko wouldn't let you get out of bed. Apparently the hit had been big, she even was surprised that you could be as well as you seemed to be.

It was November 12th when Shoko walked with her head down into your room and you felt like your heart might jump out of your chest before she even spoke the words that were in her throat.

“Itadori arrived this morning…” She said sitting on the empty seat near a window and taking out a cigarette from her pocket. “Megumi….” Your world was about to stop moving. “He… was possessed by Sukuna.”

Your body felt weak at that moment, you were very cold, so you hugged yourself trying to stop shaking. Was it because it was cold outside? Or something else?

Shoko called you once again. “There is something else…” You could barely see Shoko clearly, your eyes were filled with tears. “A sorcerer from 1,000 years ago has reincarnated on Tsumiki…”

“What… what does that mean Shoko?”

“I’m not sure… but according to one of Itadori’s new friends it was Kenjaku…” Shoko looked at you and whispered your name softly. “She is gone…”

You covered your face with your hands and started sobbing. That was 7 days ago, since then you had barely moved out of bed. Your body was too exhausted to do so, you wanted to go back to a year ago when everything was fine, when you and Gojo were celebrating your tenth anniversary and both Megumi and Tsumiki were fine. Today, November 19, would be your 11th anniversary, but you were there alone and completely broken.

“Satoru…” You said, through your sobbing. “I need you, I need you here.”

That’s when you felt the bed moving and a hand touching your hair. You slowly opened your eyes, meeting up with a figure you didn’t know if it was real or your mind was already playing tricks on you.

“You are real?” You whispered, still crying.

“I am…” He said touching your face and whipping out your tears. “I couldn’t miss our anniversary right?” He smiled.

You sat on the bed and looked at him, still unsure if it was really him. “I missed you…” You said hugging him and feeling the warmth of his body.

“Missed you too, my love.” He whispered to your ear, hugging you tightly.

“Satoru, our…”

“I know, I know…” He said stroking your hair. “I will bring Megumi to us, I promise.”

And you nodded against his neck, believing in all his words.

Present day

“I’m scared…” You finally confessed. “And I know you’re too, that’s why you sent Yuta to talk with Miguel right?” You glanced at him.

He stayed silent. “I’m the strongest, everything will be fine.”

“Satoru… I know you are the strongest but that doesn’t mean you’re not terrified of facing Sukuna.” You moved to face him.

He rolled his eyes. “Love… I will win and bring Megumi back to us. Trust me.”

“I trust you, I trust you with everything I have but… but doesn’t mean I’m not worried and doesn’t mean I don’t know you enough to know that you have the feeling that things might it go as you want.” You took a deep breath. “That’s why you have been doing something behind everyone’s back right?” He looked in another way, you were right. “Satoru…”

“It has to be me…” He whispered. “If I had not been sealed, none of this would have happened. Maybe Nanami wouldn't be dead, nor Yaga either, maybe we could have looked for a solution to save Tsumiki, Megumi wouldn't have been possessed by Sukuna either.” She took a breath into her lungs and continued. “It has to be me… after all I'm the strongest, right?” A broken smile appeared on his face.

You silently approached him and hugged him as tight as you could. People didn't really know what kind of person Satoru was, always putting others before himself and always blaming himself for things that didn't go well, even if they weren't his fault.

“You’re too good.” You whispered against him.

“That’s not true…” He replied. “If I’m good is because I have a reason to be the best version of myself.” He separated from you and looked into your eyes, those blue eyes that you loved so much. “You make me be the best version of myself. Be a better sorcerer, be a better teacher, be a better influence on the kids. “It's because of you and it's been that way since we were 15.” He grabbed your hand and gently caressed it with his thumb. “I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but…” Swallowing and wetting his lips, he looked at your hand and then at you. “Let's get married, we've been together for 11 years and I want to continue being with you for the rest of my days, so…” In one quick movement he knelt before you. “Would you do me the honor of being your husband?”

From his pocket, he took out a small box containing a beautiful ring. “Satoru…” You whispered in surprise, both of you had talked about getting married on more than one occasion. You knelt in front of him and hugged him. “Of course.”

Satoru covered your face with kisses, causing you to laugh. “Thank you…” he whispered close to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Your heart still felt heavy, you didn't know what would happen tomorrow in the battle against Sukuna but you just hoped that Satoru would return to you and bring Megumi back. To be able to all be at peace.

That’s all you wished and hoped for.

If only wishes could be fulfilled.

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famwhy · 2 years ago

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Saviour Complex

Yandere! Tangerine X Reader

Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3

Synopsis: One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.

Word Count: 7,556

Act 1 - Regrets, Regrets, Sinking in Regrets

The rough, bumpy texture of a fruit grazed the nerves of your skin briefly before it disappeared immediately - spinning through the air and landing back in your palm with yet another small burst of gravity.

"Stop throwing and catching that dumb orange of yours, you don't look cool."

The biting words of the person next to you could be perceived as venomous by any passerby who decided to eavesdrop in that split second; to anyone who didn't know her personally. You knew her though - you spent your whole life with her, how could you not know her?

Your beloved sister.

"Tangerine, you mean." Your lips split open into a smirk as you corrected her.

Your words caused her brows to furrow in deep irritation on the surface, but, underneath it all, you could tell she wasn't actually mad with you.

"Same thing." She scoffed.

"It really isn't."

She gave you a look, one you were familiar with; a look which told you that she found what you just said utterly ridiculous.

"They literally look the exact same."

"But they aren't."

"Oh shut up." She huffed, one arm crossing over the other in a display of irritation. "You were never so picky about their difference until we watched that stupid movie."

You were torn between lighting up at the mention of your newly-crowned favourite movie, or showcasing your offense towards her critique of said movie.

In the end, you chose to do both.

"Okay, one, that movie isn't stupid-" she rolled her eyes as you spoke, "-and two, I can't go butchering the alias of my favourite character, now can I?"

"I don't get what you see in that guy."

Being sure to exaggerate it as much as possible, you let out a loud gasp.

"How could you say such a thing?!" You proclaimed. "He is so cool and I love his accent."

"You literally have the same accent." She deadpanned.

"Yeah but I don't sound as good as he does."

"You don't sound good in general."

You exhibited yet another over-exaggerated gasp.

"My own sister," the palm of your dominant hand pressed against your chest, fingers curling around the soft fabric beneath them, "treating me in such a way..."

"Oh, get over yourself." Another scoff left her lips, "I don't see how you're still such a carefree person despite what we used to do for a living."

For a moment, the grin on your face faltered and a flicker obscured your vision of reality. But that was all it was, a flicker - and it was only just for a moment. It was gone the next, you swore it was! No crimson substance stained against your mind or hands; no cold steel felt against the heat of your palm as your index finger wrapped tightly around that little lever; no screams that echoed through the confines of your head over and over and over-

-no, none of that. Not anymore, at least.

You were over that.

It was done and dusted.

It was thrown under the rug, ready to compile dust and slowly wither away through the teeth of the critters that lived alongside it.

It was never to be seen again.

At least, not by your hands.

"-ey! Hey!"

Your eyelids met several times in rapid succession as you blinked away the sudden blur that kept you from seeing the concave of your sister's lips.

Ah, see? She did care for you.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was light, barely there, with a sense of gentleness she wouldn't be caught dead exhibiting towards anyone that wasn't you. "I didn't mean to, I was just... I didn't mean it."

"Nah," a small huff left your lips as they curved up into that familiar, carefree grin, "it's fine, I don't care anymore."

The way her expression didn't shift in the slightest was enough to tell you that she didn't believe you. However, even if she had her doubts towards your words, she chose not to speak more on the matter.

After a few beats of silence, a large red vehicle slowly approached from the horizon - emerging as though it was Harley Quinn pulling herself out of the toxic substance the Joker decided to drown her in.

There it was, your bus.

"Listen," your sister's voice was quieter than normal, tender and soft around the edges - still speaking as though what she brought up had bothered you, "I just want you to know that... I find it hard too. You're not alone in this. I was there with you too."

You paused for a moment, standing right outside the open doors that led inside the vehicle.

Then, you took one step on, your hand reaching for the pole inside. Not too long after, you tilted your head towards your sister - towards Lena - and smiled, "I know."

With that, you thrusted the rest of your body onto the vehicle and sent her a wave as it started up - the screeching sound of its wheels being drowned out by the sound of the engine starting back up.

And then, you were off.

The glow of the night sky shined through the see-through walls of the office, lighting up several seats as it bounced off the monitors resting on each desk.

It was quiet, the only sound being the clicks of your heels against the solid ground, approaching the switches on the wall to turn off the one light that remained on. The one hovering over your desk.

With a flick of your finger, the only yellow glow in the room faded away to allow for the moon's blue rays to completely take over.

You didn't mind night shifts, they were comforting - some might even argue - relaxing.

They had this feel to them.

One where you could remain unbothered, trapped within the confines of your mind forever to wonder what exactly life had in store for you next.

There was once a time where you hated being left to your thoughts; nay, you loathed it.

Being left with your thoughts meant being left with your memories; being left with your memories meant being left with the haunting actions of your past; being left with said past actions meant being left with that same voice that berated your existence.

It was frightening.

It was terrifying.

So you ran from it.

You ran until it affected you no longer, you ran until your legs started to ache from the pain; until your lungs shrivelled up from the lack of air that it was so gluttonous for.

You ran until you had left it all behind.

But even then, it still came back to haunt you.

Even then, you couldn't help but catch little glimpses of hair that would disappear past the sharpest corners - hair that seemed to belong to one of them.

But that was impossible.

After all, you-

Your head shook from side-to-side, eyes finally returning to reality and finding yourself right by the lights of your office, finger still hovering over the switch.

You sighed.

It was time to go home.

Your hand instinctively rose up, gripping the disk that surrounded the hat on your head and pulling it down slightly to ensure it stayed there.

Then, your fingers curled tighter around the handle of the gray briefcase and you set off, footsteps swift as they echoed down the empty corridor.

With a 'ding!', the doors to the rectangular space parted to allow you to fill the vacant spot inside.

You stepped in, curling your other hand around the handle of the briefcase as you held it in front of you and leaned against the cold, metal railing.

The glass at the back of the elevator provided for a good scenery that overlooked the night sky twinkling over the busy streets of the city; still ever-so-alive despite the time.

One particular puff of air that left your mouth fogged up the glass in front of you, the sight filling you with a familiar childish sense of delight and, before you even knew it, one of your fingers rose up to draw two lines and an upturned curve underneath before it returned to the briefcase once more.

A small smile drew out your lips as your eyes fell half-lidded.

The moment was then interrupted by the 'ding!' of the elevator once more.

You turned around, stepping outside before tipping your sunhat at the male stood with a phased-out look in his eyes, adorning a black hat of his own with the word 'Security' printed onto it.

Luckily, he wasn't phased-out enough to not notice your greeting, to which he returned with a small, nervous smile of his own.

One of the cuter security guards of your building.

A particular strong breeze had your hand clutching tighter onto your hat and your eyes squinting, trying to avoid any dust from getting inside.

The street lamps illuminated the road as many individuals rushed by, ranging from stressed business men to childish couples wishing to play a game of tag with one another.

You didn't stay too long to observe though; no, you couldn't. Didn't have the time. Your sister was probably awaiting your arrival with anxious, clattering teeth - wondering what was taking you so long while not daring to admit that she was worried for you.

Your eyes travelled over to the stairs in the middle of the street, leading downwards into the network of tunnels connected underground to allow for easy access to many different places in the country.

Soon, your heels were clicking against those stairs, traversing down them to get to the tracks you would need to wait by to be able to set course home.

You stood at a queue, waiting to scan your card. It wasn't a long wait. It never was. At least, not at this time of night. Many people preferred snuggling under a blanket at home and watching a movie with a few snacks rather than having to work a late night shift where who-knows-what could go wrong.

Once you scanned in, you swiftly made your way to your platform, not needing to take the smallest glance at the signs to be able to know where to go. By now, it was all muscle memory anyway.

As you approached the rails, your heels made contact with a prominent bump on the ground - causing you to stumble the slightest amount before you were able to regain your footing just like that.

Now, it was just the waiting game.

You were a professional at waiting. Patience was practically your middle name; it had to be if you wanted to get your previous job done quickly-

-or... the job you had currently. Right, this normal, little office job. You had to be patient when waiting for the printer to be done with your papers, or awaiting an email from a co-worker of yours. Patience was key.

Patience was also risky.

In the time that you were patient, so many things could happen. You could wind up with your hands tied up in a basement because you decided to be patient and wait for your friend; or you could wind up with a gun to your-

"Enjoy hell, you murderer!"

Now, your reflexes were normally stupendous. Out of this world, really. When someone wished to deliver a rapid left jab to your face, you would twirl your body to the side to avoid it. Or when they went in for an uppercut aimed to take out your jaw, you would take one step back too quickly for them to react.

You wished you could claim your reflexes were good in this instance too- but it had all happened so fast.

The flashing lights of the incoming train; the harsh shove against your back that sent you tumbling over the platform; and the searing, white, hot pain that exploded against your side like a highly reactive chemical would with water.

So quick. So sudden.

So painful...

For a split second, everything went black.

Then, your eyes opened back up again.

The first thing you noticed was that you were stood upright, exactly as you were before being pushed - waiting in almost the exact same position. The railways right in front of your vision would have been enough to trick you into thinking that was all a daydream; some cruel concoction your mind conjured up to punish you for your sins.

You would've believed that whole heartedly had it not been for the fact that you were no longer underground.

The light of the moon was barely prevalent with the harsh illumination that was emitted from the lamps of the train station. There were a lot more people at this platform than the one you were previously at, the chatter was also louder than before; lively and sporadic, as though nothing just happened. As though you didn't just die.

You blinked slowly, brain struggling to process what, exactly, had just happened.

You died... didn't you?

No way you went through that pain and didn't die.

Someone pushed you into the tracks as a train was incoming.

How could you have possibly survived that?

Your head glanced from side-to-side as you noticed the people around you - specifically, their features. It differed from the Western features you were used to seeing in your day-to-day life. Instead, they looked to be East Asian, Japanese if your geography skills were doing you justice.

Another thing you noticed were the signs.

They weren't in English, instead filled with the symbols your mind automatically associated with the Japanese language.

You were in Japan somehow.

Was this some sort of final dream?

No way you imagined all that pain- that abrupt slam against your side that caused you to wince just thinking about it.

Before you could further indulge yourself in the expanding, vast sea of your thoughts - a sudden pick-up in the breeze sent your hat flying straight off your head and towards your left.

A small gasp left your lips as your hand reached out, fingers stretching and just barely grazing the ridge before it picked-up speed once more and narrowly escaped your grasp.

It was then that you decided to rush after it, careful to steady yourself lest you stumble over your heels.

Luckily, you didn't have to move much for, soon, the ridge of the hat was caught by a set of fingers that grasped onto it before holding it out towards you.

Your own hand reached out, grasping the other end of your sunhat as you lightly pulled it down - ready to meet the eyes of the one who saved your beloved hat and thank them.

"'ere you go, love."

Your mouth fell open, agape in pure astonishment and disbelief.

The way this person didn't pronounce his 'h'; the way he gave you that specific nickname; those familiar incredibly handsome facial features that belonged to ATJ himself.

This person was-

"Tangerine..." You whispered lightly under your breath, voice practically inaudible as it was drowned out by your pure amazement.

"Sorry?" Your favourite character rose one of his eyebrows, cockney accent as prevalent as ever.

Was this guy really Tangerine? There was no way, right?

"Oh, uhm, I said thank you."

He nodded briskly, about to turn and board the train when a voice called out to him.

"Oi! You coming?"

Another cockney accent paired with the broader figure and unique, silver-dyed hair that belonged to the brother of your favourite character.

That was Lemon, there was no doubt about it.

And if that was Lemon, this was definitely Tangerine.

You watched as Tangerine's facial features shifted, brows furrowing and lips tugging down as he turned towards his brother's direction. "Yeah, I'm coming! Hold your fuckin' horses, mate!"

He then immediately turned back towards you, eyes slightly wider than before. "Beg your pardon, love. Sorry, I forgot there was a lady present for a moment."

His chivalry was cute, and his looks just made him all the more attractive in your eyes.

Before you could even realise it, your lips curved upwards into a huge smile and a small, amused giggle left them as your eyes shone with mirth.

Once again, you seemed to have caught him off guard, causing his eyes to widen a little more as he paused for a moment. But that was all it was, just a moment. The next, he was shaking his head and heading off towards his brother without another word.

Holy shit, you just met the Tangerine!

The same Tangerine that you gushed to your sister about, complimenting his strength and looks and amazing accent.

But if you just met Tangerine... and you just saw Lemon with him... did that mean..?

"Holy shit! I'm in Bullet Train!"

One of your hands rose up to your mouth, pure excitement coursing through your veins as you refrained from letting out a high-pitched squeal.

Although, it wasn't long before that excitement of yours shifted into pure, unadulterated horror.

"Holy shit. I'm in Bullet Train."

Somehow, some way, you had died and got transported into the world of a movie.

And of all the movies you could have been transported to, it just had to be Bullet Train - the movie that ends in this very train flying off the rails and crashing straight into the ground underneath.

How the fuck were you supposed to survive a train crash from a vehicle going two hundred miles per hour?! You weren't Ladybug, you didn't have insane levels of luck!

Okay, okay, everything should be fine so long as you didn't board the train, right?

Dear lord, was this all really happening right now? Were you seriously in your favourite movie?

The setting and two of the characters matched exactly so you must be in the movie.

But then, what the hell happened to you? Who pushed you into that train? If you died, what would happen to Lena?

If you seemed to recall correctly, that person referred to you as a 'murderer'. They must've known, right? And if they knew... then that meant they would go after Lena too.

She would be fine though. You were caught off guard, a moment of weakness - Lena never had one of those. She was always on guard; had been since you both first agreed to stop. She could handle herself.

Yeah, she'd be fine.

Right now, you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Perhaps if you never boarded the train, you could go about your life as normal? Maybe start a new life here, completely fresh? You knew enough Japanese to get by.

Maybe you could start a nice, little bakery and get cute regulars that always asked for the same order. You could hire sweet people to work as waiters or waitresses and create treats for those around you to enjoy. Maybe you could even find the man of your dreams and start a family?

Oh, who were you kidding?

How on Earth could you find another man when you were literally in the same world as Tangerine?

No other man could scale up to the handsome assassin with anger issues.

That's right, he was an assassin. Both him and his brother.

If you recalled correctly, their current mission was to keep the White Death's son safe and retrieve his briefcase of money.

The White Death was a very dangerous individual. The head of a very dangerous criminal organisation.

He was powerful. Too powerful.

Did you really want to get yourself wrapped up in that?

A light bump against your side snapped you right out of your thoughts, causing you to look straight at the cause of the interruption.

"Sorry, that was my bad."

Your eyes widened by a fraction, gaze landing on the face of Brad Pitt himself.

The main character had just bumped into you. Ladybug, himself, had just bumped into you.

Ladybug was yet another assassin who had almost no affiliation with Lemon and Tangerine except for one time where he was shot twice by Lemon on one of his missions. Ladybug used to be brash and temperamental but you believed that, during the events of this movie, he was trying to turn over a new leaf and get his job done as peacefully as possible.

Unfortunately for him, he was both extremely unlucky and extremely lucky.

And he would also later find out that this mission of his wouldn't turn out as peacefully as he hoped.

"Miss, you good?"

You blinked twice, suddenly capable of seeing the furrowed brows of the laid-back male in front of you. He was probably concerned considering the fact that you phased out right as he bumped into you and apologised.

"Uh, yeah." You smiled, nodding your head very slightly. "Thank you for your concern."

He reciprocated your smile with one of his own, eyes twinkling a little in what you deduced was delight. "It was no problem. Y'know I admire your capability of putting that little interaction behind you and moving on. You go, lady."

Lena always found his little bursts of, what you liked to call, 'spiritual awareness' extremely irritating - although, you begged to differ. You found it cute how hard he tried to turn over a new leaf and gain a new attitude towards life. It was nice to see him try.

"Thank you." You bowed your head again, lips still stretched into that smile.

He then excused himself, putting the phone in his hand back up to his ear and walking over to the lockers behind you.

Well, now was probably your queue to leave.

So long as you never entered the Bullet Train, you should be completely fine, right?

With that thought in mind, you turned around, taking one step towards the exit of the station...

...and then a face flashed through your mind.

The handsome features belonging to your favourite character, drowning and choking in his own crimson substance, desperately trying to warn the main character; to let him know of the danger he was with; the danger he was right next to.

That's right... Tangerine died in the movie, didn't he?

Could you really sit back and relax, in the same universe as your favourite character, and not do anything to save him?

You paused mid-step as your chest heaved outwards, a large sigh escaping your mouth before, ultimately, you twirled around; gaze set straight onto the bullet train in front of you.

Curse your favouritism for ATJ.

Alright, well, if you were doing this, you might as well do it with some sort of preparation. Entering a train with several highly-trained assassins and surviving it was no easy feat, after all.

If you recalled correctly, which you almost a hundred percent did due to how many times you had watched the movie, Ladybug retrieved all the aids for his mission from that locker he just went to. In that locker should be a gun which he never bothered picking up.

If you could get your hands on that, you would be able to hold your own pretty well.

It should be fine, you were over your past anyway. It was no longer a bother so you would definitely be able to pick it up again.

Besides, you weren't gonna use it lethally. You swore off of that ages ago.

Now, your only problem was how to keep Ladybug from closing the locker after he was done taking out what he needed from it.

How did one stop another from closing a locker?

It's practically done from muscle memory; an action not given much thought but done as habitually as breathing was - something which was not easy to keep someone from doing without physically harming them.

And you would prefer not to harm Ladybug for the contents inside his locker.

Maybe if you...

No, that wouldn't work.

What if you-?

Nah, that definitely wouldn't do it.

Perhaps you could-

Before you could even think about the third thing, a familiar grey hat passed you - the same hat Ladybug wore throughout the start of the movie.

Did he just pass you?

In panic, your head frantically did a full one-eighty, eyes landing on the blue rectangular spaces lined up in a shelf behind you, one of which was very slightly open - Ladybug's to be specific.

Well, that was convenient.

With a confident strut, you made your way straight towards the locker - eyes trained on the prize. You stopped just a centimetre away from the shelf before your dominant hand rose up and pulled it open, gaze landing straight on the dark object to the side; completely untouched and fully-loaded.

Your lips turned upwards in a sense of accomplishment, despite the fact that you hadn't done much to acquire this object in the first place. Still, you reached for the pistol with that sense of pride - although, it slowly started to ebb away the closer your fingers got to the handle, nerves causing them to start to shake as they drew nearer and nearer; almost like you were about to touch something you suspected was poisonous. But it wasn't poisonous, it was just a gun. You could pick it up.

Yeah, you could pick it up.

Your fingers lightly grazed the familiar cold metal, flinching back after only two seconds of contact, eyes squinting shut as though it was going to explode merely from your touch; as though it would kill you to hold it.

But it wouldn't.

It couldn't.

It couldn't harm you without anyone touching it.

You were fine.

With a small breath of air leaving your lips, you curled your fingers back around the weapon, picking it up and immediately hiding it behind your hat. You waited a few moments; as if to really ensure you would be okay; as if to instil in your mind that it wouldn't hurt you, wouldn't hurt anyone else using your hands.

Then you turned around - eyes widening way more than usual as you witnessed the train start to move and the doors start to close. Quickly, you rushed towards it stumbling a little on your heels before your foot almost got caught on a wedge in the ground. It was at that point, you decided 'fuck it' and lunged towards the door, just barely falling inside the capsule between carriages as you rushed to pull your knees up, narrowly avoiding the doors almost cutting them off.

You let out a sigh of relief before getting up and dusting yourself off, using both your hands to place your hat firmly back onto your head, pushing down on the ridge to do so.

When your hands lowered once more, however, you caught sight of that wretched thing in them once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat; refusing to leave it as the drum of your heartbeat echoed through your ears, growing louder and louder and louder. You could feel it in your ears, as though it traversed your veins from your chest all the way up to the caverns you used to be able to hear, blocking out every other sound so that it was the only thing you could listen to because of how selfish it was for your attention.

As if that wasn't enough, you could even feel it slamming against your chest over and over and over-

-and then it all just stopped.

Just like that, gone.

Your shrunk pupils enlarged once again, eyes landing on the now-empty gun in your hand - the cartridge loaded with bullets having fallen to the ground underneath you.

Without even thinking, you threw the cartridge straight out the open window.

After heaving a few breaths, you realised what you had just done.

"Ah, shit."

What use was an unloaded gun to you now?

"Woah, what are you doing, lady?"

A sudden voice broke you away from your thoughts and caused your eyes to trail up, meeting a certain pair of mesmerising blue ones that belonged to the main character of the movie. You then slowly trailed your eyes back towards the empty gun in your hand before meeting the blonde's eyes once more and slowly, ever so slowly, raising both of your hands up.

"This isn't what it looks like."

He rose an eyebrow, eyeing the gun in your hand and then looking at your face once more.

"Awh, man, lady - I really thought you were better than this. A gun? Seriously?"

"No, no!" You quickly denied, shaking your head from side-to-side. "Seriously, I- I wasn't going to use it maliciously, I swear!"

"Look, we can talk this through, yeah?" He rose one of his arms to the back of his head, scratching it rather awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah! Of course!" You agreed. "I'd love that!"

"Okay, so how about we put the gun down first, yeah?"

You took off your hat, placing the gun inside before fitting it right back around your scalp and saying, "there. Out of sight, out of mind."

He gave you that same skeptical look you had seen in the movie and, now, had seen twice in real life. Then he decided to leave it be.

"Do you mind if we have this chat after this call I have to take? Sorry, I don't wanna be rude or anything but I did kinda leave someone on hold."

Ah yes, he was speaking to his Handler, wasn't he? The woman who gave him the job as opposed to his sick co-worker Carver, who was actually played by your favourite actor, Ryan Reynolds.

"Oh, yeah, go right ahead. I don't wish to interrupt." You added a little, nervous giggle to the end of that sentence; if only to further push the harmless citizen act you put on.

Act? Sorry, no - it wasn't an act. It was the truth. You were a harmless citizen. All you wanted to do was save your favourite character's life; nothing more, nothing less.

"Could you, uhh, follow after me? Just, keep a little behind though. Y'know 'cause... it would be kinda rude if you listened in on my conversation." He looked to the side awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah, I could do that."

It wasn't like you didn't already know his exact conversation like the back of your hand anyway. But he didn't know that and neither did he need to know that.

You then watched as he entered the next carriage, being stopped by the staff member who asked for tickets as he proceeded to give the receipt for his ticket but not the actual ticket itself - just one of the many instances where his bad luck kicked in.

Soon enough, it was your turn to follow after, walking down the carriage a little nervously as you were stopped by the exact same guy.

"Ticket please."

"Ah, right." You let out a little, nervous giggle similar to the one you did earlier. "Lemme just..."

You pretended to look for the tickets on your person, fully knowing that you didn't have any considering the fact that you were... well- not really part of this world until you opened your eyes straight after dying.

Your nervous smile grew even further as his gaze grew more stern.

"One stop."

"I know." You sighed, giving up on the act.

You then moved past the man, not wanting to stay any longer under his scrutinising gaze. It wasn't your fault you didn't have a ticket! This world didn't even exist!

Or- well, it shouldn't exist. But somehow, it did.

The door to the capsule in between carriages slowly opened as you approached, allowing you to step through and see Ladybug scouring through the shelves, looking for the briefcase he was assigned to retrieve.

"Oh, uh," as soon as he noticed you, he stopped his search; hand pausing where it was as his head faced you. "So, lady, wanna explain to me what was going on back there?"

"Oh, well... I was just making sure it wouldn't get into anyone else's hands, y'know?" You looked off to the side, wondering how you were going to get away with sneaking a gun on a train right in front of the main character, loaded or not.

"Uh huh..." he sounded skeptical - rightfully so, you would be too if this happened to you. "Why don't you let me hold onto it for ya?"

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly ask that of you."

He gave you another skeptical look and you found yourself recalling The Prince's line in the movie, what was it again..? Ah, yes, 'the innocent girl act doesn't get you far when you have a gun in your hands' or something along those lines.

"Look, lemme just-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you started to spin on your heel and swiftly turned around, making you way back to the carriage you just passed - the carriage housing both Lemon and Tangerine if you recalled correctly.

"Wait! Lady!"

You chose to ignore his calls, continuing to walk until you reached the movement-sensitive doors that opened up for you once more.

Before you completely left, though, you gave one more glance over your shoulder, so sure that he would follow straight after you. You were proved wrong, however, after seeing him pause and reach one hand up to his earpiece, eyes immediately averting from your form over to the shelf once again.

The Handler must've-

Just then, your chain of thoughts was abruptly halted by a collision against your front side. The surface you collided with was rather hard, if you did say so yourself - so hard, in fact, that it caused you to lose balance on your heels - body beginning to stumble before a strong pair of arms caught your form.

"Fuckin' 'ell. Do you mind-?" An irritated voice paused mid-sentence. "Woah, you alright there, love?"

The familiar cockney accent had your heart beating right out of your chest and your head tilting up to peer through the ring of your sunhat and meet eyes with your favourite character himself.

Holy shit, Tangerine just caught you.

The Tangerine.

You could die (again) happy.

Dear lord. This was like all those scenes in those romance movies you would watch with Lena; the ones where the female lead would get caught in the male lead's arms and they would get lost in the endless pools of one another's eyes, drowning in the moment as time seemed to stop around them.

Just the thought that you were having that moment with Tangerine, your favourite character ever, was enough to fluster you beyond belief as a small, bashful smile stretched over your lips.

"'ang on..." he rose a brow, staring into your eyes with such intensity, you almost fainted then and there. "You're the girl whose 'at I caught."

"Yep, that's me." You let out a small, nervous giggle. "Sorry about bumping into you, I wasn't quite looking ahead of me."

At your words, his eyes trailed behind your form, furrowed with that irritated expression that seemed to never leave his face. "What? Is some fuckin' creep following you or something? You look worried."

"Oh no, not at all!" You quickly drew his attention away from Ladybug, not wanting to interfere too much with the movie's plot. "I'm just really clumsy. It's really hard to walk around in heels, haha."

"That so?" He rose a brow at your words but chose to press no further.

Instead, he slowly helped you back up onto your feet and you were so sure he would've left the interaction at that but you didn't want it to end so quickly. Call you selfish but, was it really too much to ask for your favourite character to stick around a little more with you.

So, in hopes of keeping him around for just a little longer, you winced and he immediately took notice.

In all his gentlemanly glory, he clutched your arms tighter and helped lead you over to the set of seats that were completely empty, aiding you in sitting down by helping to gradually lower your body.

Meanwhile, Lemon and the White Death's son both stared at you incredulously.

"Just... sit 'ere, yeah? 'Think those things may have twisted your ankle or something."

He was referring to your heels.

"Thank you, mister..?"

"Tangerine." He introduced himself before jabbing his thumb out towards his brother. "'E's Lemon."

You nodded, parting your lips before hesitating for a second. Should you give your real name? Everyone in the movie went by aliases, not a single real name was disclosed - other than Kimura, of course.

Then again, the reason they went with aliases in the first place was so that they couldn't have their personal information disclosed in the crime world. You literally had no personal information to your name.

Ah, fuck it.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Tangerine, Lemon."

The Brit then turned towards the Russian seated at the other window.

"See? She knows not to question it."

After that, he gave you a brisk nod and resumed taking his seat on the opposite end of his brother and the mob boss' son once more.

"Right, your daddy hired us to get you out of the trouble what you got yourself into, didn't you, naugh'y boy?" Tangerine smirked as he taunted the boy.

His words damn near drew out a chuckle from your lips had you not restrained yourself enough. One slip of the tongue and you could be regarded as a threat by the 'twins' (a debatable title), and you did not want to be seen as a threat to the people who ended up sawing the limbs off a dozen of the White Death's men in Bolivia.

So, to fully ensure that no suspicion was instilled your way, you turned your head to the side, facing the window that sped by the land of Japan at high speeds, providing a vivid yet beautiful view of the country.

But that didn't matter to you, all you cared about was the reflection of the three men in the glass - looking exactly like they did in the movie. This way, if their comments brought about a smile on your lips - they wouldn't be able to tell you were eavesdropping.

It was such a shame that you missed out on Lemon's tangent about Thomas the Tank Engine though.

"Why, uh, why Tangerine though?" The Son asked, bringing you straight out of your thoughts.

"Oh it's a sophisticated name." Lemon answered.

"Oh, fuckin' 'ell. It's not impor'ant, is it?" Your favourite cut in, looking as annoyed as ever. "What is impor'ant are the seven'een dead bodies we left getting you back from the triad that kidnapped you with plans to ransome you to your extremely psychotic, fucked-up father."

"Actually, it's sixteen." His brother corrected him. Although, he himself wasn't correct since he wasn't counting that one innocent person they killed.

"What's that now?"

"Sixteen kills, mate."

"Oh no, it was seventeen."

"Iiiit's sixteen." Lemon drawled out.

"Lemon, you're starting to get on my fucking tits." Tangerine scowled and you almost let out a giggle as you watched them bicker back and forth.

"It's sixteen."

"I'll smash my fuckin' 'ead through a brick wall."

"Well maybe that'd help your memory 'cause it was sixteen."

"The fuck is wrong with you, man?! It was seventeen goddammit," Tangerine slammed his hand against the table before continuing, "I wanna fuckin' strangle you-"

"Do you mind if we do this right now?" Lemon turned to the Russian male sat beside him.

"Don't worry about him-"

If you remembered correctly, now would be the time where they showed a montage of what happened with Lemon and Tangerine before they entered the train with the White Death's Son.

The montage was funny to watch but Lena begged to differ, scowling at each and every thing they did on screen; loathing the corpses they left behind and the way they carelessly killed other people as if she didn't-

-ah, what were the characters saying again?

"Our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransome money inside." You heard the character with the face of ATJ say as he looked off to the side, eyes seeming to search for something and growing more frantic the longer he couldn't find it. "And I plan on completing my job and keeping-

"Lemon." He interrupted himself as he called to his brother, pupils stopping their wandering around to land on the other man.

"Hmm?"

"Where's the briefcase?"

"Oh I stashed it."

A pause.

And then, Tangerine placed both of his hands on the table, fingers intertwined with one another. "The case, Lemon. Go get me the fucking case."

The broader male got up to do just that, leaving the two other males on the table alone. You could practically feel the stress seeping from the male with a cockney accent.

"You're a liability, you know?" The Son spoke up again. "To my father."

"Hm?" The Brit left at the table perked his head up.

The Son leaned in, facial expression hard to decipher through the glass - but it wasn't like you needed to, after all, you watched the movie a dozen times before. "He doesn't need a reason to kill people like you, he needs a reason not to. Does he have one?"

The assassin paused for a minute, giving the other male a weird look before opening his mouth as if to respond. Before he could though, his phone went off and he reached for it - though, not without uttering one last sentence. "That's fucking confusin'."

He then picked up the phone and gave his greeting before the male on the other side asked him for The Son, if you recalled correctly.

"What? You mean this dickhead with the silly face tattoos? Yeah, he's sat right here."

Ah, so you were right. Of course you were.

"Yes, of course..." the male continued after a pause, leaning backwards and peering to the side to see Lemon's form stressing over the fact that, unbeknownst to him, Ladybug had stolen the briefcase. Once Tangerine saw, however, the confidence in his tone fell and his voice wavered as he continued, "...I've got the case..."

He kept the phone up to his ear for only a few seconds after as his eyes furrowed and a flicker of realisation crossed over them before the phone in his hand slowly lowered to his side.

After ending the call with one of the White Death's men, he strutted over to the capsule his brother entered - the way he walked almost made a squeal pass out of your mouth - the straight line across his lips, the furrow of his brows, the way he fixed his collar; it was all so smooth, you couldn't help but want to swoon.

Once he left though, your rose-coloured lenses slowly paved way for you to finally see the bigger picture; to understand fully what sort of a predicament you got yourself into.

Your life could be in great peril (once again) because of one specific character that was on her way to this very carriage to kill the White Death's son himself...

...The Hornet.

I just love that Tangerine apologises for swearing in front of a lady before going ahead and doing it again haha

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