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An Unexpected Turn Of Events

Mominette Month 2021

Day 01 - Find A Child

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Authors note: Hi, everyone! Just one quick to let you all know so that this fic is not confusing for you. This fic is a reverse Robin fic. In other words, Dick is the youngest instead of the eldest, and Damian is the oldest instead of the youngest. This same thing applies to all of the other bat children as well.

Marinette sighed in relief as she finished rifling through her purse. She had woken up late and had hastily left her hotel room for her consultation. She had thankfully not left behind anything that she would need during the consultation. Feeling a bit paranoid, she looked once more through her purse, and there was the tape measure, pencils, notebook, sewing kit, and the NDAs. She may or may not have flipped through the grimoire belonging to the guardians and found the spell for expanding the space in her purse to be the way it was for her yo-yo when she transforms into Ladybug. Unlike her yo-yo, the expansion was still limited. But the extra space was still beneficial.

As Marinette was walking, she pulled out her phone to look at the time. 9:50, she thought, leaves me enough time to get to Wayne Tower by 10:00 if I want to be on time. As she was putting her phone away, she felt something hit her legs and torso. She let out a slight oof at the unexpected weight against her lower body. As she peered down, she saw a cute boy, probably around eight years old clinging onto her legs. He had black hair, and as he looked up at her with teary eyes, she saw the most devastating sparkling blue eyes she had ever seen. His slightly chubby cheeks were flushed pink, and his nose also had a pink tinge to it. The flushness was probably a result of the choked sobs he was currently letting out.

As Marinette looked around, she realized that none of the nearby grown-ups looked to be his parents, nor did they look like they were missing a child. She bent down and smiled softly at him, hoping to calm him down a bit. After a beat or two, her smile seemed to do the trick, and his sobs reduced down to a few tears. Once she knew that he had calmed down, she softly whispered, “ Hey, honey. Are you lost? Do you want me to find your parents?”

He sniffled a few times before replying with a slight tremor in his voice, “Yes. Please help me find my Boose.”

“Your Boose?” Marinette questioned.

“Yes,” he slightly whimpered, “Boose is my new daddy. My other daddy and mommy had to say goodbye to me.”

Marinette gasped in shock at his words. This poor kid, so young, and yet his parents were gone. Dead. Marinette thought about the many akumas which her parents didn’t survive. She then shook herself out of her thoughts. Come on, Marinette. Stop worrying about yourself all time. Your parents are okay now. But this kid is lost! Get out of your head! Steeling herself, she gently asked him, “What’s your name, hon? Mine is Marinette, but you can call me Mari..”

Surprised by the kindness and warmth in her voice, he stuttered out, “Richard… but I like Dick better. Richard sounds old. I’m not old!” He then shyly added, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. You have a pretty name.”

Marinette smiled as she saw his confidence growing with every word he spoke. Marinette laughed aloud at the words he shyly said, “It’s nice to meet you too.” She then questioned, “Do you remember where your daddy is?”

Dick was now bouncing on his heels, and he squealed out in excitement, “Yes! My daddy is in the big, tall building with the huge ‘W’ on it!”

The corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. Dick’s excitement was infectious. His words then caught up to her. Well! It looked like luck was on her side after all! She would have enough time to get Dick back to his dad and still be on time for her consultation. She stood back up and then smiled down at him, “Well, I’m heading there too! So why don’t I take you back to your daddy?”

Dick nodded his head rapidly before holding her hand with his much smaller one. They then started walking towards Wayne Tower. Dick continued to babble on about the most random of things. He talked about his grumpy older brother, who it seemed begrudgingly liked him. He also discussed the many pets his older brother had. It also seemed like Dick’s adoptive dad had a slight problem with adopting too many children from what could be told from the many siblings that Dick mentioned.

When the door of Wayne Tower came into sight, Dick stopped talking, allowing them to walk in comfortable silence. As she was about to speak to ask him where in the building his father worked or the name of his dad, Dick blurted out, “I like you, Miss Mari. Can you be my mommy? I don’t have a new one yet!”

Marinette stopped in shock before trying to stutter out something, anything, but all of her words were incoherent. What do you say in response to a question like that, she thought to herself? She saw Dick looking at her for an answer, and after a while, he decided to pull out some puppy eyes. Shoot! Marinette thought. I need to say something to stall for time. At least until I get him to his dad. She reassured him, “I am thinking about my answer, Dickie! But how about we first get back to your daddy, and then we talk about it?”

Dick contemplated her words before nodding in agreement and practically bouncing through the doors. Marinette sighed in relief and also walked through the doors. Her head was down as she speculated what she should do about Dick’s question. Suddenly, a rough voice spoke up in front of her, “Hello. Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I presume.”

Marinette lifted her head, and there in front of her was Bruce Wayne, her newest client. And clinging to him was the very boy that was holding her hand just seconds ago. She suddenly remembered hearing something about Bruce Wayne adopting the son of some acrobats who were in an accident. The name of the kid was Richard Grayson! She hadn’t made the connection!

Realizing that Bruce was looking for an answer, she hastily stuck out her hand, stuttering, “That is correct, Monsieur Wayne. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He stared at her hand before gently taking it and raising the back of her hand to his lips. “Please, the pleasure is all mine. Let’s make our way upstairs.”

She blushed at his gentlemanly actions before squeaking out a small, “Let’s.” The three of them climbed into the elevator and went to the top floor of the building. The doors of the elevator opened up, and Bruce gestured for her to go first. She did so and looked around at the beautiful interior of the building that she had not yet noticed. Bruce then opened up the door to what seemed to be his office. Inside she saw there to be seven kids. She smiled at them in greeting. Most of them smiled back at her. The exception to this was what looked to be the oldest and one of the younger ones. (Damian and Jason, if you didn’t figure it out.)

Marinette felt Bruce step closer so that he was next to her before he spoke once more, “These are all of my children, biological, adopted, or otherwise.” He pointed to the man with stunning green eyes stating, “This is my oldest son, Damian. He’s 22.” Damian gave a tight-lipped smile in response, along with a slight tilt of his head.

Next, Bruce gestured to what looked to be the second oldest saying, “This is Tim. He’s 18 years old.” He was sipping coffee and giving the briefest of nods to her. He looked seconds away from collapsing.

He then acknowledged a blonde girl, remarking, “This is Stephanie, but she likes to be called Steph. She’s 17 years old.” The girl seemed to be bouncing in place and close to bursting from excitement.

He pointed to a rough-looking boy stating, “This here is Jason. He just turned 15. He’s a few months older than the next youngest.” The boy smirked at Marinette in acknowledgment of his introduction.

Bruce finally gestured to a girl with Asian features saying, “This is Cassandra or Cass. She’s 14, but like I said, a few months younger than Jason.” The girl seemed to be peering through her very soul. After gazing for a few seconds, she hummed in what Marinette deemed to be satisfied as if she liked what she saw.

Bruce then turned towards her, “And you’ve already met Richard or Dick. Thank you for bringing him back.”

Marinette smiled in acknowledgment of his compliment before replying, “It was nothing Monsieur Wayne. He was all alone, so I had to help him. But he was delightful the whole time. Now as for what I came here for, what type of clothes have you been looking for–”.

But before she could continue, Dick blurted out, “Daddy, I like Ms. Mari! Can we keep her? I want her to be my mommy!”

The result was instant. The room burst into a flurry of noises, each of Bruce’s kids trying to speak over one another. Marinette was blushing very brightly. In fact, from how hot her face felt, she was sure that she was inventing new shades of red. Marinette looked over to see Bruce’s reaction and squeaked when she saw him staring at her with a sharp, analytical gaze.

Marinette took a few breathes to calm herself down. She then softened both her gaze and voice as she addressed Dick, “Dickie, honey, as much as I loved meeting you and talking with you, I, unfortunately, cannot be your mommy. Bruce is your daddy, and he will someday find a lovely lady who will be your mommy.”

At her last sentence, all or most of the kids seemed to have snorted in amusement. It seemed as if they disagreed with her statement. Dick looked sad and seemed to be growing teary-eyed. Marinette looked over to Bruce for some help but only found him concealing the amusement that he was most likely feeling quite well. If she hadn’t been Ladybug, she probably would have never noticed the slight bit of emotion peaking through his mask. She glared at him reproachfully as if saying, this is your kid, so you need to help me convince him that I would not make a good mother.

He rolled his eyes in return as if trying to say, Don’t kid yourself. You would make an excellent mother. And you’re already attached to him, don’t deny it.

As Marinette sighed in response, Bruce turned away from her towards Dick and knelt to his level. He then gently said, “Now Dick. Miss Mari can’t be your mommy.” Marinette started nodding as if agreeing with Bruce’s words. But then stopped when he continued, “But she can visit you and maybe one day be your mommy.”

Marinette opened and closed her mouth, no words coming out. Before shyly looking down before raising her head, stammering, “Well, I guess I could visit.”

All the kids started cheering in response. The exception to this was Damian. But the corner of his lips was slightly raised as if the start of a smile. Dick bounded over to her, hugging her and babbling out everything he wanted to do with her. And in all the chaos, Marinette’s and Bruce’s eyes met. They both exchanged small smiles.

Marinette then clapped her hands together, reminding them, “I do still have to do a consultation with all of you. So how about we do that, and then we can do something fun together?” Seeing everyone’s nods, Marinette then continued with the consultation. But unbeknownst to anyone in the room, their relationship would change drastically in the coming months. But ultimately, it would change for the better.

One Year Later

It has been a year since the faithful day when Dick requested Marinette to be his mom. And since then, they only seemed to grow closer. She had met Alfred, Bruce’s Psuedo father and the children’s pseudo grandfather. She thought that he was extraordinary. And honestly godsent. She also experienced a lot of adventures with the Waynes. In fact, after only four months of knowing each other, she figured out that they were the Bat-Family. She had caught them once after patrol and raised her eyebrow as if demanding an answer, and god did she get an answer from them!

Marinette and Bruce had also started dating. This change in their relationship occurred a few weeks after she found out their identities. They were now engaged to be married in a few months. All the children had warmed up to Marinette over the months, even Damian, who always withheld his emotions. But they had all come to see her as their mother figure and were ever so grateful for her. And so they wanted to do something for her birthday.

The very morning of her birthday, everything went wrong. Marinette woke up to quite the sight. All over the kitchen was what looked to be cake batter. It seemed as if they were trying to put the baking she had taught them to good use, but they had also made the cake batter explode. Marinette and Bruce stared at the mess before they both started laughing. Marinette had a light, melodic laugh, while Bruce had a very gruff laugh.

Marinette beckoned all of them forward for a hug before proclaiming, “I love that you all were trying to do something for me, but none of you had to do anything. But it’s the thought that counts, so thank you. But next time, please stay away from the kitchen.”

She then shooed them on their way before getting two mops, handing one to Bruce as she passed by him. She kissed him on the cheek before starting to clean up the mess, Bruce following her actions. She then quietly snickered, “Well, this was quite a sight to wake up to on your birthday. I would have thought that today would have been relaxing.”

She looked up to see Bruce shoot her a small look before shaking his head in amusement. “Mari, darling, when has our lives with them ever been relaxing? They are always getting into trouble.”

She snorted in response, “Yes, well, they get it from their father.”

Bruce glared at her lightly before pulling her into a deep kiss, “I don’t know. Their mother seems to be just as chaotic sometimes.”

She shook her head in amusement, pulling herself away from Bruce’s embrace and questioning, “How is this even my life anymore?”

He chuckled lightly, alerting her that he was about to sass her in some way. “Well, from what I remember, about a year ago, you came across this kid that–”

Marinette held up a finger to his mouth, stopping him from uttering another word. She was also glaring at him reproachfully. “Yes, I do know-how. I was there. Now go away so that I can clean up the rest of the kitchen. You’re distracting me.”

He let go of his mop before giving her another deep kiss and then darting away. As he strolled out of the room, he shouted over his shoulder, “Oh, I know how distracting I am. I am well aware of how irresistible I am, ma coccinelle.” He could hear her spluttering in response before yelling back at him, but he continued on his way to his office. Along the way, he chuckled to himself.

Back in the kitchen, Marinette was glaring at nothing. She was also plotting ways to show her fiance who the irresistible one was. She then sighed in happiness. Yes, her life was amazing. A year ago, if someone told her this would be her life, she wouldn’t have believed it. But now she was living it, and god was it amazing. Funny what finding a child will do to you, Marinette thought to herself before carrying on with her task of cleaning up the mess her kids had made. Yeah, life was amazing.

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My loyalty can be bought - Chapter 7

Author’s note: The journey is almost over. Maybe two more chapters. Sometimes I want to write thousands of words but that would probably bore you. Thanks to everyone who reads my stories. It means the world to me. 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

„When was this picture taken?“ Bucky, Sam and Zemo, the golden trio, stand in Sharon Carter’s apartment looking at all her illegal paintings. But a certain framed picture got Bucky’s attention. On this picture was Sharon and you.  A cigarette was between your fingers and a bottle of Vodka was in the other hand. Your wedding ring wasn’t on your left ring-finger anymore. Instead you wore it as a necklace. You looked different. Your hair was darker than usual and you wore more make-up. If Bucky hadn’t memorize every feature of your body he wouldn’t have recognize you.

„Three years ago… I think… During that time (y/f/n) and I were pretty close but now not anymore. I think that’s a side effect when you are the vice-director of SHIELD. She doesn’t trust me anymore.“

Bucky didn’t know what shocked him most. You being vice-president of SHIELD or you not trusting Sharon anymore. After all, you and Sharon were really good friends. 

„She said my loyalty can be bought and that’s not a good character trait.“ Sharon continues talking as she pours herself a glas of whiskey.

Bucky jumps to his feet and pushes Sharon against the wall who drops the glas. „Bucky!“, Sam screams and stands right behind Bucky. „What the hell are you doing?“

„And did you sell your loyalty to the one who kidnapped (y/f/n)? Did you?“, Bucky shouts at��her.

He knew it. Right from the beginning when they met Sharon after all those years. Something was off. She’s not innocent

Sharon doesn’t look at Bucky but instead at her mobile phone. Sam follows her gaze, unlocks the phone and finds a voice message of you just a day before the abduction: 

„Tell your little friends to stop following me. I don’t like being followed, Sharon. I know the identity of the power broker and I also know that SHIELD is infiltrated by HYDRA again. I’m neither blind nor naive. Why are you working with her, Sharon? I thought you hated Valentina. Why are you cooperating with her? I’m warning you. Leave them alone. Leave my family alone.“

The call ends. Your voice still hard and strong, echoing through Bucky’s mind. 

„Where the hell is she? If you want to live you better tell me.“

„She knew how this would end. (Y/f/n) played with fire and got burnt. You really think she’s still the same quirky and naive teenager who just lived for the love of a man. Wake up, Bucky. How do you think she got the job at SHIELD? You still trust her even thought she kept all the secrets.“ Sharon tries to free herself but Bucky’s grip is too strong. „Did she tell you that the first year of being a mother she wasn’t even with her child because of her depressions? She gave the kid to Tony and Pepper. Did you know that? Did she tell you how close she was with Clint Barton? Did she tell you about the huge argument she had with Steve and that they weren’t on speaking terms for 3 years? Did she tell you that she lived in Madripoor for months? And did she tell you that she was with Barton on their criminal missions? No, I bet not. She’s still acting like this weak woman around you but believe me. She’s not innocent.“ Sharon spats in Bucky’s face. 

„For the last time. Where is she?“ Not responding to Sharon's accusations.

„I’ll show you because she’s probably already dead. It was her or me and after all she was right about one thing: My loyalty can be bought.“ Sharon’s voice is filled with anger as she smiles at Bucky and Sam wickedly.

Sharon leads the way, a gun is pointed in her back. „If that’s a trap I’ll make sure you will regret the day you betrayed (y/f/n).“, Bucky whispers in her ear. 

After a while they walk into a dark building which is guarded with several soldiers with heavy guns. 

„They are with me. They wanna see the project.“

As they walk down the hall they see many doors with little windows. Bucky see other men and women in white hospital clothing laying on bed. 

„(Y/f/n) is our special guest. She’s in the last room.“

The last room has three more soldiers guarding the door. As they step aside and Bucky, Sharon, Sam and Zemo enter the room, Bucky’s heart drops. There you are. Unconscious and weak. Bucky pushes Sharon aside and walks directly to your bed. 

„Love?“, He caress your left cheek with his big hand. „Can you hear me? I need you to wake up. We have to get you out of here.“ He takes the syringe out of your arm and shakes you softly but you don’t respond. 

„I’ve brought them here as you wished.“, mumbles Sharon in her ear piece. 

The door opens again and soldiers run into the room to take their positions. „What a great day. Killing the winter soldier, the falcon and the vice-director of SHIELD. And this guy.“ A woman with black hair and big silver earrings walks into the room, looking from Bucky, to Sam, to you and to Zemo. „Good work, Carter. Well done.“, she pats Sharon on her shoulder. „You are Ms. De Fontaine. You were friends with Steve. How can you betray his legacy?“, Sam asks disgusted by her betrayal. „The world changes, Mr. Wilson. So does people and people’s goals.“ 

As Sharon and Valentina De Fontaine walk out of this room, Bucky and Sam, and even Zemo make themselves ready to fight. 

„Have fun, boys.“, Valentina chimes as the the door closed. 

15 soldiers versus 3 men. Bucky attacks first and then there was utter chaos. Punches, knife stabs and kicks. All you can hear are bones cracking, cries and thuds. Sam is pressed against the wall with no option to escape. „Any last words?“ , asks the soldier who points a gun at Sam. But before Sam could do anything the soldier collapses on the floor with a bullet in his left temple. Sam turns to his right. There is you. You lean against the wall with shaking legs. The gun is still in your hands as you whisper „Asshole“. While Sam and Zemo take the end of this fight as a small break to catch breath, Bucky rushes to you. He hugs you and kisses you dirty hair. „We need to get out of here.“ He grabs your hand as you all escape Madripoor. 

Later on the plane, Bucky looks at you intensively. „Why didn’t you tell me?“

You look at him confusion written on your face. „Tell you about what?“

„About everything. You and SHIELD; You and Steve and you and Barton. I didn’t know you were a couple.“ The last part hurts Bucky the most. He feels this green monster inside him roaring out of jealousy.

„Clint and I were never a couple. Maybe a couple of idiots and friends. But there was never more between us. Clint and I lost so much but we didn’t lose the love we had for those who we lost. At that time we were in so much pain and grieve. No, a romantic relationship was something both of us never wanted- not with each other or with anyone else.“, you reassure Bucky. He doesn’t show it but Bucky is relieved and happy. 

„There is still so much that I don’t know about you.“

„James, we broke up after you came back, remember? And people don’t really talk with their ex-partners.“

„Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.“, whispers Bucky just for you to hear it. 

„It’s okay, James. I’m okay. We changed. We both did. You changed. I changed. Heck, our whole family and the whole universe changed. And love does the same too.“

„Mine didn’t.“, says Bucky. „My feelings for you never changed. I still love you.“

You smile at Bucky for a while, not reacting to his love confession immediately.

You lean your head against the cold window of the plane and close your eyes. You spoke so softly that Bucky almost missed it you say. „I’ll always love you.“

Chapter 8

Author’s note at the end: Sorry, for making Sharon kinda bad. I love the Sharon in the movies and I love the actress, so it’s definitely nothing personal. Did you notice how much my you-character changed? A few chapters ago in Bucharest she didn't notice that she and Bucky were being followed but now she's more aware of her surrounding. ;)

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Speak of the Devil

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Female Reader

Summary: You tag along with Bucky to a undercover reconnaissance mission at a goth club. Smut ensues. 

Includes: Degradation, Choking, little bit of slut shaming, unprotected semi-public sex, hint of cockwarming, dirty talk, oral

Words: 4,307

A/N: This is my first fic I have ever posted on here. I hope I included all the warnings correctly. Not sure if I need to include fingers in mouth, but that happens. Title credit goes to the Misfits. Tagging @gagmebucky​ and @babybluestan​. Thanks for giving me the guts to post this! I am so thankful for you guys. 

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The bass of Molchat Doma vibrates the walls as you search for Bucky. When you stepped into the goth club on 66th street, you were more nervous than you liked to admit. The club had recently gone under new management and is rumored to be a place for arms trafficking. It is ingenious, actually. Under all the makeup and leather, anyone could hide their identity. Take Bucky for instance. Tight jeans, a black t-shirt, some eyeliner, and a leather jacket down to his calves, Bucky is unnoticeable. Also, helps that the most identifiable thing about him is covered under gloves. Don’t even get started on the leather band and silver chain wrapped around his neck. You need to fan yourself just thinking about it. 

You also look quite different from your usual lab coat and safety goggles and Bucky has certainly noticed. He could not keep his hand off your thick fishnet covered thighs the whole way here. 

With a kiss to your cheek, Bucky had left you at the bar to check out the area. That had been twenty minutes ago and sadly, people were starting to notice you too. 

You felt eyes on you as you mindlessly scrolled through the meme group chat. Peter and Shuri were having an entertaining fight on who sent the best memes. You couldn’t handle the creepy feeling anymore. You were ready to show this creep the pretty switchblade Bucky got you for your birthday. Chin raised, your eyes met with green ones across the bar. You tried to give your best resting bitch face with dead eyes, but he only smirked and took that as his cue to swoop in. You slammed cash on the table for your blood red drink and slipped into the crowd before he could make two steps in your direction. You went down a hallway in the back which led you to your latest predicament. Where the fuck is your thick ass boyfriend? 

You have enough PHDs under your belt to know not to yell out Bucky’s name. Searching for his wide frame under the neon lights is the only option you have left as you pass the restrooms. You think finding a 6’2” man would be easy, but apparently, every alternative person wears 5 inch platforms. Not like you can really blame them. If they weren’t so expensive, you’d be Bucky’s height too right now. 

As you fill with envy for people that can fit into knee high platforms, an arm wraps around you and yanks you into a unisex bathroom. “It’s me.” Bucky’s deep voice assures before you can even start going through the defense attacks he taught you. You slip out of his hold and turn around to face him. Ignoring the fact Bucky has taken off his jacket and his muscles are now stressing the seams of his long sleeve shirt, you cross your arms. 

“Where have you been?”

Bucky blinks confused before finding his answer. “Bugging this two floor building. Why? What’s wrong?” You will tell him sooner or later. Might as well do it now. 

“Nothing. It’s just, uh, a skeevy man was staring at me far too long. We made eye contact and he tried coming over.” 

“Did he hurt you because I will-” Bucky’s already heading for the door before you squeeze his arm. 

“Bucky,” you laugh astounded that he’s so ready to fight for you. You didn’t even give him a description. Bucky lets you pull him back to the center of the room. “I slipped through the crowd before he could try anything. I’m fine.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise. I’m fine.” You stand on the tip of your toes to kiss Bucky’s cheek but he turns his head to kiss you instead. He kisses you deeply just long enough to leave you wanting more.

“You still have your knife right?” 

“Yes, you dork.” He visibly relaxes at the confirmation. You take a hold of his chin and turn his face towards you. “You do realize you have cut on your cheek right?” It’s not too bad. A medium cut surrounded by bruising. Super serum is probably at work already healing it, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful. It’s not like you’re left with the best of first aid in the bathroom. You head to the sink to wet a paper towel with soap and water. 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” You glare at Bucky through the mirror. “I don’t suggest going three doors down. A couple of guards are sleeping on the clock.” He walks over and cozies up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses your shoulder. “Is that really necessary. I think there’s more pressing matters to attend to.” He rolls his hard on into your ass as he kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. 

“Really?” You pry as you wring out the paper towel.

“I have been hard since you walked out in the commons.” Your face gets warmer at his confession. “I mean-” Bucky groans as he looks down at your fishnet covered legs. 

“While we’re on the subject, the eyeliner is working for me.” You’ve piqued Bucky’s interest. He meets your eyes through the mirror again. “You should wear it more often. You look so much like-”

“If you say Chase from the Covenant, I’m leaving.” Life drains from his eyes as he speaks.

“Like a man who can get into my pants.” 

“Nice save.” 

“Anyways, I say fuck it. Let’s do it.” Bucky’s eyes light up with excitement. “But clean the blood off your face first.” Bucky takes the paper towel out of your hands, scrubs the line of dried blood off his cheek, and throws it in the trash can before you can blink. Bucky turns your face to meet his lips not even a second later. He kisses you even deeper than before slipping his tongue in your mouth. You lift your hand to thread through Bucky’s hair. At the feel of your hand in his hair, he breaks away. 

“No. No. Keep your hands on the sink. I think this could be fun.” He grabs both of your wrists and places your hands on the edge of the sink. He’s moving your hair off your neck before his lips connect with it. “So pretty, baby. Is this all for me?” He mumbles before placing a hickey on your neck. His hands squeeze your thighs before snaking up your torso and kneading your breasts through your top. Lost in the pleasure only Bucky can give, you assume his question is rhetorical. You learn it wasn’t as he stops his ministrations. “Is this mine?”

You scramble to find your words. “Yeah.” Your voice cracks. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He looks directly into your eyes through the stickered mirror as he unzips the front of your top. Bucky brings his gloved hand up to your mouth. “Bite,” He mumbles before planting multiple kisses on your neck. 

You bite down on his index finger and he pulls his hand away, leaving the glove in your mouth. He quickly takes the glove, stuffing it in his back pocket, before his right hand is kneading one of your bare breasts. You sigh at the feel of his calloused hand on your soft skin. You get a moment to enjoy the feeling until Bucky is lifting his other gloved hand toward your mouth. You get the memo without having to be told. You help tear off his glove for his metal hand and he’s stuffing it in his back pocket again. Instead of going for your other breast, two of Bucky’s metal fingers tap on your bottom lip. 

It is not like you to deny him. You take his fingers in his mouth and suck on them, giving them the same attention you’d give his dick. Bucky leaves the growing patch of hickies on your neck to growl at the sight. “Such a fucking tease.” His metal fingers press down on your tongue making you take his fingers deeper. He let’s up when he knows you are about to choke. “Can’t wait to get inside you, but first I want to see you cum on my fingers. Would you like that, honey?” His right hand leaves your chest and plays with the hem of your short skirt. 

With his fingers still in your mouth,  you nod, widen your stance, and back your ass up into his crotch. He chuckles lowly right next to your ear before his right hand is yanking up your skirt. Your skin tight skirt barely budges with one hand. 

“You gotta be kidding me?” Bucky takes his metal hand out of your mouth and uses it to yank up your skirt. You pray to whoever’s listening that your horny boyfriend doesn’t rip your bottoms off. It’d make getting out of the club a lot more messier. “This skirt is annoying me. You’ll just have to be naked for a week to make it up to me.” Thankfully, your skirt moves up your body to bunch at your waist. You don’t have time for a witty retort or to even think about how you were airborne for a second before Bucky is digging his metal fingers into your sex. At the feel of fishnet over wet folds, he pauses. “Wait, are you-”

“Not wearing panties? Yep.” 

He lets out the longest groan to date. “You’re gonna kill me.” Bucky tears open a hole in your stockings at the apex of your thighs before massaging and digging into your sex with vengence. “That’s what you’re gonna do. Forget all the highrisks missions. The stupid fucking guards. I’m gonna die because my girlfriend can’t wear a fucking decent pair of underwear.” Bucky groans and he’s… he’s being unfair as two of his thick metal fingers slip into you. He knows how much you love it when he uses his metal hand. Bucky is using it against you to sear his touch into your brain. You throw your head back onto his shoulder as he reaches sensitive depths inside you. His right hand goes back to kneading your chest.

“Wearing panties makes it harder f-for… for you to fuck me. Need to be prepared for your horny ass 24/7.” You pant in between words. Bucky raises an unimpressed eyebrow. The speed of his pumping fingers quicken to the point where the both of you can hear how wet you are over the distant music. “W-when are you not… horny?”

“I’m not even going to entertain you with an answer when I have this wet pussy to play with. ‘Sides, I’m not the one who sounds horny right now. “ Bucky’s metal thumb rubs your clit. “I’m not the one desperate enough for my boyfriend’s cock that I'll spread my legs in a public bathroom. Honestly, you just went with it? No second thoughts?” You’re too overwhelmed with pleasure to even bother a response. Bucky clicks his tongue. “That’s not good girl behavior. More like slutty behavior.” Bucky’s eyes light up with an idea. “Be a good slut and cum for me.”

“Bucky,” you gasp pleadingly. 

“C’mon, you heard me. Cum for me. It’s the least you can do.” He’s sucking on a pulse point on your neck when you go rigid underneath him. You cry out as you reach your euphoric high. 

“God damnit, you’re so gorgeous when you cum.” Bucky makes you feel the full effect of your orgasm as he continues to pump his fingers and rub your clit. You have to practically tear his metal arm off you to get peace. Both of his hands leave you and you can hear the tell tale sound of his pants being undone. 

You get a small amount of reprieve before Bucky is rubbing his dick through your drenched folds. His thick cock stimulating your sensitive nerves. Bucky’s steel toed boot nudges your stance wider and he’s dipping into your entrance just enough for you to start to feel the intoxicating stretch of him. You’re arching your back at the burn when he pulls out suddenly. You sputter as you try to find your words. 

“I don’t think you really want my cock.” He goes back to spreading your folds over his cock. The tip runs across your sensitive, overworked clit every once in a while.

“I’m literally on display for your fucking dick right now.” 

“Then say it.” Bucky nuzzles your neck and blows cool air on the patch of hickies. 

“Bucky, please fuck me. I’ve been wet since you mentioned you had to wear a leather jacket. Let me have it.” 

Bucky snorts at that. “My sweet slut. Always so ready and willing for my cock.” 

“Only a s-slut-” Bucky slides into you slowly making you feel every massive inch of him  “- f-for you.” You whimper at the feel of him as your back arches. You're trapped in between Bucky and the sink. No choice but to feel all of him. 

Bucky rumbles right against your back. “My own little whore. I like the sound of that.” He tests the waters by thrusting shallow. You’re convulsing around his cock. It always takes a few to get used to the initial stretch. He groans. “Always so fucking tight. My own personal heaven.” He hasn’t been able to stop his little thrusts, addicted to the feel of you. 

“B-Bucky,” you gasp strained. “P-please, move. Do something.” 

“Look at you so desperate for my cock. I love it. Such a good whore.” He pulls out and you could cry until he’s thrusting back in, knocking the wind out of you. You gasp, collecting enough air for him to knock it out of you again. Again. And again. It’s not before long, Bucky is setting a brutal pace and all you can do is take it. You are going lax as the pleasure makes your extremities tingly. Bucky is pretty much the only thing holding you up as he brings three of his right fingers towards your mouth. He doesn’t even have to tap on your lips. You open your mouth for him to slip his fingers inside and suck on them. Bucky’s eyes zero in on your pretty lips wrapped around his fingers. 

“What a good slut. Such a good girl. I love you so much.” His metal hand gently wraps around the base of your neck. His index finger and thumb stroke the skin right underneath your choker causing goosebumps to break out. “This looks so pretty on you, baby.” He kisses the spot your jawline and neck connect before continuing. “I think we both know how much better my hand is wrapped around your neck though.” He gives a light squeeze, slightly cutting off your blood flow, and grins at you. A broken moan leaves you as drool pools around his fingers starting to drip down his hand and your chin. “So fucking stunning. Should have got out my phone before we started.”

A light, airy feeling starts to creep into your head, kind of like your floating. Bucky’s pace never lets up and you’re close. So, so close.  A few more thrusts and Bucky is reaching new depths. You’re knuckles strain as you grip the sink hard. 

“Shit.” He grunts. His fingers press down on your tongue not give a fuck if you gag. Your eyes widen as his warmth floods you. Bucky’s pace slows and he’s pumping his hips shallowly while he cums.

 As much as you love the bare feel of him, you’re pissed. You were so close to an orgasm and he stopped. It was without clittoral stimulation too. It was gonna be groundbreaking. You actually gag on the pressure of his fingers down your throat and smack his wet wrist. He quickly takes his fingers out of your mouth and apologizes. You can’t believe you're stomping your foot while still on your boyfriend’s dick, but there’s a first for everything. You’re actually pouting as you cross your arms over your bare chest and jut out your lower lip. 

“Bucky!” You wait for him to take his eyes off your ass and meet yours through the mirror. 

He smacks your ass, squeezes it, and hums, mildly distracted. “Yeah?” He glances up and does a double take. “You’re pissed?”

“Uh yeah. Do you know how close I was before you ruined it? I-” Bucky takes his hand off your throat and uses both to dig his thumbs in the dip of your back as he shushes you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.” You’re frustrated and slightly on edge when Bucky slowly pulls out. “Don’t get more upset, but that was literally the hottest thing we’ve done. You have never looked hotter.” 

“Why would I get upset when I feel the same.” You begrudgingly agree. 

“Oh my god, you’re gonna hold not letting you come against me. You’re such a baby.” You open your mouth to defend yourself, but Bucky turns you around and lifts you on to the edge of the sink before you can start. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at that manhandling and you ignore it. While you avoid his eyes and glare at the wall over his shoulder, he wipes some of the drool off your chin. You melt on the inside and try not to show it. If you look in his eyes, you’re going to forgive him. If you look into his eyes, you’re going to forgive him. “This is ridiculous. When have I ever left you hanging? Don’t you think maybe I had a plan?” Your eyes slowly slide over to his. His eyes, still darkened by lust, bore into you. “I don’t want to see you cum on my cock through the mirror. I want you to face me, eyes rolled back, mouth gaping as I repeatedly reach all the sensitive spots inside you.” 

“You’re the one that’s the fucking tease.” You smack his broad chest. He takes your hand and kisses each knuckle. His hand then goes to knead your thighs dangling off the edge. 

“So, what do you say? Second round?” 

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but I’m sexually frustrated and still slightly mad. Fuck me before someone comes in.” He wedges himself between your thick thighs. Bucky leans down to kiss you and you thread your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, happy to get to touch him.  He eventually stops kneading your thighs, just feeling the texture of the mesh stretched across your skin. 

Bucky groans as you nip at his lips when he pulls away. His head drops down and shakes it in disbelief.  “You need to wear these more often.” He looks very serious at you and you would snicker if you weren’t about to fuck. You do smirk at him though and swirl his hair between your fingers. 

“You gonna fuck me in public more often if I do?” You wipe some of your burgundy lipstick off the edge of his bottom lip as you ask. 

Bucky’s Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps. “I-is that what you want?” He’s grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to the edge. You can feel his hardening cock against your hip. You’re so close to Bucky, you lean in just a few inches to press your chest against his and whisper sultry in his ear.

“I am constantly ready for your cock. Twenty four seven. Name a place and I’ll spread my legs. So fucking big. Feels so damn good.” You kiss right underneath his ear and then move a few inches down to suck hickey on a soft spot of his neck. With super soldier recovery rate, it won’t last long, but it sure does rile him up. He moans and it echoes off the linoleum poster covered walls. You love the vibrations underneath your lips as he tilts his head to the other side. You know his eyes are fluttering as you can’t help but to give him a few others hickies next to it. 

You lean back to admire your handiwork. Purple blotches litter his neck in between smudges of burgundy lipstick. You’re pretty sure you’ve wiped off all your lipstick on Bucky. His blown out pupils watch you like a hawk, hands digging into your ass. He’s rubbing his hard on into the crease of your stomach and thighs and he doesn’t even know it. “C’mon, I want to feel the ache of you tomorrow. Fuck me like the whore that I am.” You feel a chill run down his spine before he finally takes action. 

He rolls up his sleeves and of course, because your chest is now facing him, he needs to leave a few hickies on them. As he guides his dick to your entrance, you wrap your legs around his waist. Bucky momentarily ceases the hickies to watch your puffy folds easily accept his wide cock. Both of you are groaning at the feeling. 

“Your pussy’s so wet for me. Fuck.” Bucky’s too turned for a filter. You keep your edging comment to yourself and kiss his sweaty temple. The edging thoughts stewing inside are knocked out of you as Bucky fingers trace the place you two are joined. He uses the excess of your combined wetness to rub your clit. Pleasure makes your toes curl. 

“Not what I meant when I said fuck me, Bastard.” You can’t get Bucky to move his hips without falling on your ass. He seems perfectly fine to have you warm his hard dick as he kisses and leaves hickies along your collar bones. Your free hand grabs his bicep and you’re close to coming already. 

“Yeah. Your bastard.” You can feel him grin against your skin. You’d comment if you weren’t about to cum. 

“C-close. Please don’t stop.” You gasp out, begging as the rise of your orgasm hits. You’re squeezing Bucky while in your peak. He almost groans as loud as you’re moaning.

“You’re so gorgeous. Love when you convulse around my cock, honey.” He kisses your cheek momentarily before going back down to your chest. He starts pumping his cock in and out of you. This time literally knocking the wind out of you. You’re oversensitive from your orgasm and he never truly let you come down from it. Bucky is certainly making his promise. You’ll feel him in your guts for the next few days. Your hands run through his hair and pull on the ends. His mouth finally detaches from your chest as he moves with your hand. He lets out a full blown out moan that makes your heart pound. Bucky always lets out the filthiest moans when you pull his hair. You fucking love it. His metal hand leaves your ass. He grabs a hold of the edge of the sink as he pace picks up. 

As much as you love filling all your wet dreams with the hottest audio ever, you don’t have the strength to keep your arm up for long. Your hand drops to his back. His muscles ripple underneath your fingertips as you dig your nails into his back. Both of you panting into each other's ear. Your legs shake at the approaching orgasm. 

“I know you’re close. Be a good whore. Cum on my cock. I’ll wait for you.” He rubs your clit even faster. 

“FUCK.” You’ve never been happier for loud music blasting through the club’s speakers. An intense orgasm takes over you. White dots fill your vision as tears collect at your waterline. With how hard your gripping his cock, Bucky isn’t far behind. He can only get in a few more thrusts before he’s cumming again. He bites into your shoulder and groans. Shivers wreck down your spine as his warmth fills you for the second time tonight. Bucky lets the sink carry his weight as he grips it hard. 

There’s a groaning protest before a chunk of the sink falls off. You’re there to block him from falling. He pulls out and moves you closer to the other edge, away from the crime scene. You look over your shoulder. Thankfully, he didn’t break off any of the major plumbing parts. Water spraying everywhere would make looking yourself presentable a lot more harder, but maybe that could have been your excuse. Oh well. 

You turn back to Bucky. He’s still holding on to the broken piece of sink. Both of you break out into giggles as he throws it in the trash. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” You’re grinning ear to ear as he tucks himself back into his boxers. 

“I can.” Bucky shrugs. “I don’t think you get how tight you get when you cum. Me breaking things during sex is not new.” 

“My back. Our nice bed frame. The ottoman in the commons… Can’t forget the multiple tables. Shout out to Tony’s dented Acura hood.” You pull Bucky’s shirt to get him closer to you. You kiss him before he speaks. “Are you trying to seduce me?” 

“If you fuck me again, there won’t be a sink left.” 

He hums and rubs your thighs. He’s definitely addicted to the feel of the fishnets stockings. Good luck trying to get his hands off you for the rest of the day. “You have a point.” He drops to his knees. 

“What are you doing?” He’s spreading your thighs wide in front of his face.

“I can’t let my cum drip down your legs out there. That would be irresponsible of me.” That's all the explanation you get before he’s burying his face in between your legs, stubble scratching your inner thighs. You gasp as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Fuck what he said. You’re the one that’s gonna die. Bucky is truly your horny bastard. 

[idnek83]

Was/Is

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Gundham Tanaka

Words: 4,701

Tags: Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Soulmates (the one where you can only see colors after you see your soulmate), Non-Despair, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Past Abuse

Summary: Soda's soulmate was dead before he ever really got to meet her. Life is complicated when you've lost something you never had. But maybe there's still some hope

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All Soda could remember about his soulmate was her black hair, pink skirt, and the fact that she had been sitting alone while the rest of the kids had played. He had really only managed to look at her for a few seconds before getting distracted by the suddenly bright and vibrant colors of the playground equipment around him, and then by the shocking purple of his sweater. Once he had finally gotten a hold of himself and looked back, the girl was gone.

He had gone to bed that night excited. He didn’t really understand what a soulmate was yet, but he knew it was something good. Something so good that some people spent their entire lives searching for it! And he had already found his! He’d never have to search!

Except he did.

The girl never came back to the park.

Soda and his parents went back to the park nearly every day for a year, assuming the girl would come back when her parents realized what had happened, and then she and Soda would get to grow up together, never knowing the loneliness of not having a soulmate.

As the days passed, Soda’s parents came up with all kinds of reasons the girl might not have come back; maybe she hadn’t told her family yet, maybe her parents couldn’t remember the exact park they had gone to that day, or maybe they had moved soon after and were still trying to find time to come back.

But she never came back.

His father got frustrated, accused Soda of lying for attention and wasting his parents’ time. There was no way the girl wouldn’t come back once her parents knew what happened.

But Soda was too good at telling colors apart to be faking. Sure, some kids knew their favorite shirt was green, or their house was yellow, but only because they were told that by others. Soda had no trouble identifying colors, even on things he had never seen before.

He wasn’t lying. So, after a year of waiting, they had to consider other reasons why the girl never returned.

Soda didn’t understand the word ‘dead’ very well at the time. He knew it meant gone; his grandfather was dead, and that’s why he had never met him before. But he didn’t understand why his mother had cried so hard when she told him his soulmate was probably dead too. That wasn’t new, she had been gone the whole year, so why was it so upsetting now?

He understood two years later when the family dog got hit by a car.

Dead didn’t mean gone. Dead meant gone forever.

He wasn’t sure if he actually mourned for her, it was hard to mourn for someone you never really knew, but he knew had definitely mourned. Mourned for the life they could have had, mourned the happiness it would have brought him, mourned the connection he would never have.

Mourned for himself.

He thinks that was when he started to hate her. That little girl sitting all alone had taken not just his happiness, but his hope for the future as well, and shattered them.

He had never even said ‘hi’.

She had ruined his life.

_

He had to move after middle school. The other kids had stopped being impressed by his ability to see colors and had taken to teasing him about his missing soulmate instead. Worse than the kids were the teachers. Their pity, and the way they would whisper to the other kids to be nice to him because he would always be alone, he just couldn’t handle it anymore. So his parents shipped him off to an all-boys school the next city over. He changed his look to make extra sure no one would recognize him and pretended he couldn’t see colors like most teens.

He thought things would be easy at an all-boys school; high school boys don’t care about love and soulmates and all that crap right? Sure, it’d come up, and some of the guys there might even be each other’s soulmates, but it wouldn’t be, like, an everyday thing he couldn’t escape, right?

Wrong.

His roommate had met his soulmate in middle school, but she had to leave the country for a few years for her mother’s job or something. Soda tried not to pay attention when his roommate talked about her.

His roommate had caught on eventually, and had been pretty upset that Soda apparently didn’t care about how lovesick he was. He had yelled about how jealous Soda must have been of him, since he had already found his soulmate, and Soda had done his best to ignore him.

But then he started going on about how lucky Soda was that he didn’t have to spend everyday missing his soulmate, that he would get to meet his when he was older, and they could both live together happily without any issues.

The next week Soda had been accepted into Hope’s Peak, and the school quietly convinced his old roommate’s family to drop the assault charge. It was only one punch, after all, and the cheque Hope’s Peak sent them had quite a few 0’s.

_

Being around girls again after almost a year was… weird.

He had spent a couple late nights staring at his ceiling and trying to force himself to think of girls, preferably girls without black hair, the way he thought he was supposed to. It was hard. He knew he had to be attracted to women, his soulmate had been a girl after all, but he really just couldn’t make himself interested.

He told himself it was because he had only been around men for so long.

But he had been seeing girls everyday for a week now, and it was still just as hard.

He knew people dated around, it was good experience. Some people didn’t find their soulmates until they were much older anyways, and some… it was good experience, and it was all some people ever got.

It was all he would ever get.

So why couldn’t he make himself interested?

Maybe it had to do with knowing his soulmate wasn’t out there. Other people dated because they hoped it would help them be a better partner to their soulmate one day, or because they wanted to practice their ‘moves’ or whatever. But there was no reason for Soda to practice.

All he could really do was pretend.

So a few weeks later when his class received a pretty blonde princess as an exchange student, that’s what he decided he’d do.

She was perfect. Pale blonde hair that couldn’t be mistaken for black even at night, beautiful features no one, even those who had already found their soulmates, could resist, a polite but firm personality, and, most importantly, unobtainable.

No one would question why Soda was so attracted to her despite not being his soulmate; she was objectively beautiful, and no one could fault him for not actually trying to date her; a princess couldn’t date someone who wasn’t her soulmate, the scandal would be outrageous.

Sonia gave him something to hold on to when people brought up soulmates. Instead of awkwardly staying quiet or changing the subject, he could loudly talk about how much he wished Sonia was his soulmate until no one wanted to discuss it with him anymore.

It was great. People started changing the subject for him whenever soulmates came up, just so they wouldn’t have to hear him talk about Sonia anymore.

The next year flew by, but he still couldn’t bring himself to think of girls late at night. Not even Sonia.

_

He hated Gundham Tanaka. Hated him like he had only ever hated his soulmate.

Everything had been so easy the previous year; talk about Sonia and, boom, no more soulmate talk. Easy.

But then the dark overlord of who-gives-a-fuck had joined their class, and suddenly Sonia didn’t seem quite so unobtainable to everyone.

It had been obvious that she liked Gundham from day one. He wasn’t her soulmate, but it didn’t stop her from making googly eyes at him when she thought he wasn’t looking, or from spending nearly the whole school day at his side.

Soda couldn’t really blame her, she was probably interested in him for the same reason Soda was interested in her: he was unobtainable.

Apparently Gundham had already met his soulmate. He didn’t really talk about it, all anyone knew as far as Soda could tell was that Gundham’s soulmate was… not here. His irritating way of speaking made it hard to tell why exactly Gundham wasn’t with his soulmate, beyond something about their first meeting taking place “before this mortal form was truly mine to wield freely,” and fuck if Soda knew what that meant.  

Regardless, it meant Sonia could chase after him all she wanted, and nothing would come of it. She was free to practice or pretend or whatever for the day when she finally met her real soulmate. Lucky her.

Unfortunately, other people didn’t seem to understand the whole ‘wanting someone because they’re unobtainable’ thing as well as Soda. They just saw that Sonia was interested in someone who wasn’t her soulmate, which meant in their eyes Soda now had a chance.

Suddenly people wanted to hear him talk about Sonia again, even if it was just to hear him complain about Gundham. The new possibility of Sonia dating was just the spice needed to make his fake crush interesting again, and the apparent rivalry between him and Gundham made it all the more exciting.

Honestly, if it was all just talk about Soda trying to date Sonia while Sonia was trying to date Gundham then he wouldn’t even have minded it that much. But the problem was that the conversation never stayed that specific, it always shifted from the three of them to the concept of dating someone who isn’t your soulmate, which shifted to talking about soulmates, which shifted to people wanting to ask Soda things.

“What do you think your soulmate is like?” Dead.

“When do you think you’ll meet them?” Like eleven years ago.

“Aren’t you excited?” For what? To die alone?

Soda hated Gundham.

He had ruined his life.

_

Hajime was the only one who knew.

They had been sitting together in Hajime’s room watching tv one afternoon when Hajime had started talking about soulmates. Soda let his friend ramble and let himself space out until it was over.

But then Hajime had shaken him by the shoulder.

“I don’t get it Soda. How can you be so into Sonia but not excited to meet your soulmate? You know it’ll be, like, Sonia times ten once you find them right?”

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t really want to lie Hajime. They were soulfriends after all, even if it was just a fake term Soda had come up with since he knew he’d never have anything more. Hajime was the closest thing he’d ever have to a soulmate, and he didn’t want to lie to him.

So instead he just said, “My jumpsuit is yellow.”

“What?”

“My jumpsuit is yellow. And my hair is pink.” He looked into Hajime’s eyes. “The walls are blue, your tie is green, and my soulmate is dead.”

He had no idea how long he cried for after that, but he knew Hajime had held him through it, even cried along with him. Afterwards he had admitted to Hajime his reasons for calling him his soulfriend, and Hajime had said he was honored.

They never really talked about it again, but Hajime always did his best to keep the topic away from soulmates when Soda was around.

_

The only time Hajime had ever brought it up purposely was to ask if Gundham was telling the truth about having met his soulmate. Gundham would confidently tell his classmates the colors of various objects, but it wasn’t like any of them would know if he was lying. Even their teacher hadn’t met her soulmate yet, so there wasn’t like anyone who could call his bluff.

Soda had just sighed and told Hajime Gundham wasn’t lying, he always got the colors right and even if he was kind of a freak, it would take someone with actual magic powers to guess them correctly 100% of the time.

Hajime had gone quiet for a while after that, until Soda got annoyed and finally asked him what he was thinking.

“Look man, you’re gonna hate this…”

“Just spit it out, Haj.”

“I think you and Gundham would actually get along pretty well.”

“Wow, you’re right, I hate it.” Soda had moved to leave, but Hajime stopped him.

“Look, I know you hate him cus he ruined your whole fake crush on Sonia thing, but I really think you’d like him if you gave him a chance. Plus, I think he’d be able to understand your soulmate situation better than… shit, sorry.”

Soda froze when Hajime said it. Then his blood boiled.

“What the actual fuck, Hajime?” He hadn’t meant to yell, but somehow it made it easier to not cry.

“I’m sorry! I just think he might be in a sort of similar situation!”

“The guy literally talks about having a soulmate all the time! How is that similar?” Soda couldn’t help but remember how good it had felt to punch his roommate.

“Okay, sure, but he also talks about not being able to see them? Like it’s hard to understand him sometimes but I don’t think he actually knows where his soulmate is anymore! Like you guys could talk about how it feels to lose your soulmate even-” Hajime ducked out of the way of Soda’s fist easily, like he had been expecting it, “-even if it’s different kinds of loss!”

“Fuck you man.”

“Just think about it okay?”

Like he had a choice.

_

The thought of talking with Gundham wouldn’t leave his mind after that.

It had sounded really stupid at first; dead and missing really weren’t the same thing, but the more Soda thought about it, the more he could see that Hajime had a point.

Gundham’s situation was, at the very least, more similar to his than that of anyone else he knew.

Most people couldn’t understand the way it felt to lose your soulmate, it was just too hard for them to imagine losing something they hadn’t even found yet. So even if Gundham hadn’t lost his in the same way, at least he could kind of relate.

And then there was the whole aspect of not knowing. If Gundham didn’t know where his soulmate was, that meant he probably couldn’t be certain they were even still alive, so at the very least he’d probably considered what it’d be like if they were dead. Maybe Soda could even help him cope with it if they were.

Not that he was really a master at handling it himself, but still.

Maybe Hajime really did have a point, and the more he thought about it, the more Soda realized he didn’t really dislike Gundham as a person.

Sure, his way of speaking was pretty weird, but Soda actually found it pretty cool that he was comfortable enough with himself to talk like that in the first place. Soda tried his best to immediately change anything about himself that made him seem weird to his peers, there’s no way he’d dress in such bright colors if his other classmates could actually see them.

Gundham was also super good with animals, which Soda had always envied. He hadn’t had a pet in years, and seeing Gundham casually walk around with his hamsters and whatever other animal he brought that day had always made him jealous. Maybe if they started hanging out Gundham would let him play with his pets…

And now that he thought about it, Gundham also seemed pretty kind. He let Sonia down incredibly gently when she had first asked him out, and always seemed happy to help his classmates out when they needed it.

Maybe talking with him wouldn’t be so bad.

_

It had been surprisingly easy to get Gundham to speak with him alone.

He had come up with all kinds of excuses for why he would need to talk to him, but in the end all it took was “Hey, can we talk?”

They stood together on the roof of the school, staring out over the campus in silence as the sun began to set. Now that he was actually there, Soda wasn’t really sure where to start. He remembered how he had opened up to Hajime, and decided he might as well use the same tactic. It had worked last time.

“Your scarf is purple.” He swallowed and waited for Gundham to say something, shifting his gaze to watch him.

Gundham’s thin eyebrows raised as he processed the words.

“You have met your destined one, then?” Soda watched Gundham’s face shift though a thousand tiny emotions in a second, before settling on something akin to joy as he turned to face him.

Soda nodded but raised a hand to cut Gundham off before he could utter the “congratulations” Soda could see forming on his lips.

“It was years ago.”

“Ah.”

That single syllable held more meaning than any consolation anyone had ever tried to give him before. A single syllable, yet Soda already knew Gundham understood his feelings more than anyone else ever had.

But Soda needed to make sure Gundham understood completely before he continued.

“She’s dead.” Soda thought of the little black-haired girl, alone on a bench.

He always imagined it was a car crash.

Gundham nodded once, curtly. It looked like he was clenching his jaw.

“I… do not know if my beloved still breathes.” So Soda had been right, it had been something Gundham had at least considered. “Did you… know? When it happened?”

Gundham’s voice sounded smaller than it ever had before, and it made Soda want to hit the person who made it sound that way and tell Gundham everything would be okay.

But he was the one who made it sound that way, and he didn’t want to lie.

“No.” Gundham looked so crest fallen at the word, Soda couldn’t help but backtrack a bit. “A-at least I don’t think so. I was really young, so maybe I felt it and just didn’t know what it was?”

Whether people could feel it when their soulmate died had been debated for as long as anyone could remember, and there still wasn’t a firm answer. No one had found a scientific explanation for the sudden sense of loss some people experience when their soulmate dies, sometimes hours or days before they’re told of the death, nor had they found an explanation for why only some people seem to feel it.

Most people don’t believe it’s a real thing.

People like Gundham believe it is because they need to.

“… Did you know her long?”

Soda usually hated talking about it, but he felt like he could with Gundham. Like he would understand.

“Hardly a few seconds.” Soda laughed weakly and leaned against the railing, hanging his head. “I was a kid. I got distracted by the colors, and when I finally got my shit together she was gone.”

“I’m sorry.” It didn’t feel like pity. It felt like empathy, like understanding. “I too remember being overwhelmed by the sudden vibrance. So much so that my dear matriarch could hardly console me.”

Soda chuckled a little, but before he could worry that Gundham might think he was laughing at him, Gundham chuckled too.

“It can be a lot to handle for a kid, huh? Honestly they should make kid stuff a lot less colorful for that exact reason. Oh, I mean, I assume you were a kid when it happened?”

Gundham smiled and nodded.

“As you can see, I never quite recovered from my distaste for colors.” Gundham gestured to his mostly black outfit.

“Must hate looking at me then, huh?”

Gundham laughed again. Damn, it really was easy to get along with this guy.

“I do not mind them on you. My distaste does not extend beyond my own attire.”

“Lucky me.” They shared a smile, and Soda’s eyes drifted back to where Gundham’s purple scarf was gently billowing behind him. “I guess your ‘distaste’ doesn’t include purple either, huh?”

Gundham reached out and drew one end of his scarf in front of him, staring at it contemplatively.

“It was the first color I saw. My beloved was wearing it the day we met.”

Soda laughed.

“That’s wild! Purple was one of my first too! Like I’m not sure what was actually the first one, cus I was in the middle of a playground, but I remember looking down at my sleeve and just being blown away by it.”

Soda smiled and looked up to Gundham, only to spend the next minute in silence, trying to figure out what he had said that made Gundham’s brow furrow so much.

“Um…”

“You said you only met your destined for a moment, did you not?” Soda nodded. “How, then, do you know she is deceased?”

Soda felt his stomach drop. This wasn’t the first time someone had tried to convince him his soulmate wasn’t dead. Sure, there was a chance, but he had waited at that park for a year, no parent would have stayed away that long after finding out their child was seeing colors.

There was a chance, sure, but it was too small and too painful to hold onto.

“Look man, she’s dead. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Soda, this is important. I would not ask if it wasn’t.” Gundham placed his hands on Soda’s shouldered and turned him to face him. “Did you see your soulmate perish?”

Soda looked away.

“No.”

“Did you hear of her death some other way?”

He’d heard this all before. He hated it.

“No. I didn’t know her name or anything, so I couldn’t, like, look it up. But Gundham-”

“How long ago did this happen?”

“A long time ago, okay?”

He hated this. Things had been going so well. Gundham had been so understanding up until that moment.

“Soda, I need to know when. Exactly.”

Wait, did Gundham… know his soulmate? Had they been friends? Siblings? Did the girl manage to tell Gundham about the boy she had seen in the park before she died?

Could he really learn something new about his soulmate?

“It was… about eleven years ago? I was seven, and it was, like, early fall?”

“On a playground?”

“Yeah?”

“The one across the street from that strange black and white bear store?”

“Yes? Gundham, did you know her?”

“Eleven years ago… at that playground… and you were wearing a purple sweater?”

“Yes! Gundham, please! Who was she?”

Gundham’s eyes fell to the ground and his grip on Soda’s shoulders loosened. His mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words.

“Me.”

“What?”

“The little girl. Your soulmate. That was me.”

“But-” Soda stopped talking and looked into Gundham’s pleading eyes. “I don’t- like I mean… It was a girl though? Long hair, pink skirt, like- uh-”

Gundham shook his head and took a deep breath.

“I know. It was before my soul and body were one, before I even knew they were in conflict.”

Soda’s eyes widened.

“You… so that’s why I-” Soda smiled and held Gundham’s face in his hands. “I’ve never been attracted to girls! It didn’t make any sense, cus if my soulmate was a girl then I should have- but!” He stepped back and threw his hands in the air, gesturing excitedly, “This makes sense! My soulmate was trans! This makes so much more sense!”

“Is.”

Soda stopped and looked at Gundham.

Is.

His soulmate is, not was.

He has a soulmate.

He has a soulmate and he’s alive.

He has a soulmate and he’s alive and he’s standing right in front of him.

Soda’s on his knees sobbing before he even realizes he’s moved.

Gundham is there holding him before he can even think to stand.

His arms are so strong and warm around him, he feels comfortable, he feels safe, he feels right.

He feels like home.

Soda sobs harder and wraps his arms around Gundham, presses his face into his shoulder and holds him as tight as he can. He spent years thinking he had lost him forever, he never wanted to let him go again.

Gundham holds him through it, stroking his back and whispering “I’m here” into his ear over and over again. Soda doesn’t want the moment to end, once his sobbing subsides and his breathing returns to normal he just stays where he is, breathing in the scent of his soulmate and memorizing the feeling of him in his arms.

But he needs to ask. Needs to know.

“Why didn’t you come back?”

“My mother believed something at the park had frightened me, and deigned not to return.”

“You didn’t tell her you could see colors?”

“I… did not trust adults much as a child. My angel mother had only recently liberated me from hell, thus it was several moons before I told her what had transpired, and we had transferred our dwelling in that time. She could not remember the location of the park after so long. I am sorry”

Soda files Gundham’s ‘liberation from hell’ away for a conversation later, now isn’t the time.

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“You believed I was dead. I must have caused you so much suffering over the years.”

“It must have been hard on you too…”

Gundham is silent, and Soda finally pulls his face back from his shoulder to look at him. There are tears running down his cheeks, so Soda reaches his hands up to wipe them away.

He leaves his hands where they are when he’s done. Gundham isn’t looking at him.

“Hey.” He waits. Eventually Gundham meets his eyes, his expression filled with guilt. “I think we’ve both probably made each other cry enough for, like, the rest of our lives, okay? I’m just happy you’re here now.”

Gundham takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he smiles and places his own hand over one of Soda’s, holding it in place as he shifts his head to press a kiss into Soda’s palm.

“Thank you, my love, I am glad you are here as well.”

Soda can’t help but blush. Even if they are soulmates, ‘my love’ just sounds so… intimate.

“Uh, well, I’m glad you’re glad?”

Gundham chuckles and intertwines their fingers. Soda is so busy looking at their clasped hands that he almost misses Gundham leaning towards him. The hand below his chin, tilting his face up, is all the warning he gets before Gundham’s lips meet his.

It’s soft, and almost hesitant, until Soda realizes what’s happening and returns the kiss a little too eagerly, bumping their mouths together just a little too forcefully.

Gundham pulls back laughing, but silences Soda’s apology with another kiss before he can voice it. Soda lets Gundham lead this time, mimics his movements and melts into it, until Gundham pulls away with a happy sigh.

He brushes a strand of hair behind Soda’s ear.

“I’m sorry-”

“If your next words aren’t ‘for ending that fucking amazing kiss’ I don’t want to hear it.”

Gundham looks taken aback for a moment, before chucking and shaking his head.

“Then I am sorry for ending that fucking amazing kiss.” Gundham smiles at him and he smiles right back.

“Good. Now make it up to me.”

_

All Soda can remember about his soulmate that night is his black hair, purple scarf, and the way he feels in his arms as they kiss. He manages to look at him for a few seconds between kisses, getting distracted by the way his hair falls across his forehead, or the pink flush of his cheeks. Once their lips meet again he knows; his soulmate is right here, and he’ll never let him disappear again.

[angelsfalling16]

The Way You Wear That Dress

Inspired by the song Dress by Charlotte Sands

Part of the 20 First Kisses Series

Summary: It's the beginning of eighth year, and Simon can't find Baz at the Welcome Back Picnic, so he goes in search of him. What he finds is unexpected and makes him rethink everything he has ever felt for Baz.

Word Count: 2150

If you want to know what I imagined Baz’s outfit looking like, here are the links to the dress and the boots! (I love the idea of Baz in these boots and have used them in a couple of fics now.)

Read it on ao3

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Simon

It’s the beginning of eighth year, and I’m pretty sure Baz is already up to something. He isn’t at the Welcome Back picnic with everyone else, so I decide to go in search of him and stop whatever scheme he’s about to put into motion.

I start with our room, wondering if maybe he decided to go back up there, but the room looks the same as it always is at the beginning of term. My side is devoid of any personal items since I didn’t have anything I felt like bringing back from the care homes (not that I really had anything there). Baz’s side is immaculate, all of his things neatly put away in their respective places, filled but not cluttered.

I move over to the window to look out at the school. It seems empty right now with everyone else out at the picnic. My eyes skate over the courtyard where, not long ago, the first years’ fates were sealed by the Crucible. I only hope none of them were given as evil a roommate I was.

My gaze continues over the grounds for anyone who isn’t out on the lawn, and after a minute of searching I catch movement on the ramparts.

It could be anyone, but I know it’s him.

I turn away from the window and head back down the stairs and away from Mummers House. I quickly but quietly make my way to where Baz is, not wanting to scare him off before I can figure out what he’s up to but also wanting to get to him before he disappears again.

I come to a stop several feet away from where he stands on the ramparts. It isn’t what he’s doing that causes me to freeze, though. It’s what he’s wearing.

At first, I wonder if he has decided to don the Watford-issued cape for his final year, but then I realize that the swishing of cloth around him isn’t a cape. It’s a dress.

The dark green material falls to just above his knee in the front, giving just a glimpse of his thighs, but in the back, it nearly grazes the ground. At the top, around Baz’s shoulders and chest and around to his back, the material is sheer with interwoven lace, allowing his pale, grey skin to show through. He wears the dress like it’s nothing, like it was made specifically for him. (Knowing Baz, it probably was).

My eyes follow the line of his dress down to his things and knees, but where I expect to see the rest of his legs – his muscular football calves – I’m met with the sight of knee-high boots that are laced up the back and have a heel that adds at least two inches to two inches Baz already has over me.

I can’t seem to stop staring at his outfit, but I finally manage to force my eyes back up, and that’s when I notice Baz’s hair.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Baz is wearing his hair down with no products slicking it back away from his face. Instead, it’s being pushed back by a thin headband, silver like his eyes, that still allows his hair to fall in natural waves around his face.

Suddenly, my mouth is dry and my throat feels tight. I try to form words in my head, but my mind is blank. All I can think is, legs. And that’s when I know that I’m fucked.

How is it that Baz looks so good in a dress? He should look ridiculous. I should want to ridicule him for it. Instead, all I can do is stare and hope that he doesn’t turn and find me staring at him.

For a full minute, my eyes slowly drag up and down his body, taking it all in, before I force myself to look away, not wanting to get caught staring at him. Inevitably, though, my eyes are drawn back to him. 

It’s hard to believe that it’s really him. I just can’t reconcile this version of Baz with the version I’ve known for seven years. He looks so different, but he also looks very much like himself. Possibly even more like himself than he ever has. (If that makes sense.)

I wonder what happened to him this summer. It’s like there was a shift somewhere within him that made him act and dress differently. I just don’t know what it is.

He is dressed so femininely, but he still holds this masculinity about him, and the whole thing is driving me crazy. He pulls it off so effortlessly.

He’s dripping with confidence as he leans his arms on the ramparts, a lit cigarette hanging between his fingers.

I know the smart thing to do would be to turn away and leave him be, but doing what’s smart has never really been my strong suit.

I take a few steps towards him even though I haven’t consciously made the decision to do so. I feel drawn to him like a string is pulling me towards him, and as I draw nearer, I notice a glossiness to his lips, as if he’s spread lip gloss or something over them.

I want to hit him. Why does he always look so good? It’s annoying. 

My eyes fall back to the dress he’s wearing, and I can only imagine what other people might think if they saw him like this. For starters, he’s out of uniform, and also, he looks bloody well perfect, like nothing he wears will ever make him look bad.

I briefly consider going to find the mage and telling him what Baz is wearing, but breaking dress code isn’t enough to get him kicked out of school. Plus, I’m not sure I want to share this side of Baz with anyone else.

I’m not sure why but it probably has a lot to do with the fact that Baz has obviously chosen a place away from everyone else, maybe so they won’t see him like this and judge him for it. But it could be something else holding me back. Something like this desperate need I’m feeling to put my hands on him.

I want to push him up against the wall and…and…. That’s where my thoughts cut off because usually when I push Baz against the wall, I want to punch him, but today, that’s not what I want. I don’t want to fight him. I want to…

I shake my head. I can’t finish that thought, can’t think about what it means.

And yet…

An image pops into my head of my hands on his hips, rubbing against the luxurious material of the dress he’s wearing. Of my hands in his hair, tangling in it. Of his breath on my cheek. Of the feeling of his glossed lips on mine. Of the moment he starts to kiss me back and--.

And I shake my head again.

I won’t lie and say that I don’t want any of that, but I can’t be foolish enough to allow myself to hope for it. Nothing has changed. Baz still hates me, and he’d laugh in my face if he found out that I want to kiss him.

Because I do. Want to kiss him, that is. And it’s not just because of the dress. I think that was just the thing that pushed me to finally admit how I feel. How I’ve felt for a long time.

But Baz will never feel the same way about me.

I should go. I can’t let him catch me practically drooling at the sight of him in that dress.

I turn away from him, but I turn too quickly and trip on my own feet, cursing loudly as I try to catch myself.

“Simon?” Baz says behind me.

“Uh…” I say stupidly, picking myself up off the ground and slowly turning to face him. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, you w-weren’t at the picnic. I came looking for y-you,” I stutter out as my face flushes red.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” he says, and his voice sounds strangled.

He drops the cigarette to ground and grounds it out with the toe of a boot that probably costs more than everything I have ever owned. That sight shouldn’t make me even more attracted to him, but it does.

He turns one of his usual sneers on me and snaps something snarky at me, probably the beginning of chewing me out for following him, but I barely hear a word he says because I’m so mesmerized by the way he looks. Also, the sound of his voice is somewhat soothing, even with the biting words that no doubt spill from his glossy lips. I missed hearing it while we were away for the summer.

He’s looking at me expectantly now, like he’s waiting for me to answer a question I didn’t hear, and I feel myself blush even deeper.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is Baz. He’s just wearing a dress. I shouldn’t be acting this weird around him.

That’s when I see his nails, colored all black, a glossy sheen to them, and that’s the last straw.

I can’t possibly think straight anymore, so I push all thoughts from my mind and move to close the distance between us. Careful not to mess up the dress, I shove him up against the wall but stop just before our lips meet.

The heels of his boots cause him to tower over me even more than usual, but I’m not bothered by it. I actually kind of love it.

His mouth is parted as if I stopped him mid-word, and the tips of his ears are turning pink. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, though. I’ve never been very good at reading people, especially not when it’s Baz.

“If you’re going to punch me, get it over with already, Snow,” he sneers.

“You called me Simon before,” I say.

“No, I didn’t.”

I shrug. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is, “I don’t want to punch you. Far from it actually.”

He hasn’t pushed me away yet, and my confidence starts to build. Maybe Baz would be more receptive to this than I originally thought. 

I keep one hand on his hip to keep him pinned to the wall and move the other one up to cup the side of his face.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, hesitantly. He nods, so I move my hand up higher, into his hair. My hand slides over the headband and combs through his hair. “What about this?” I ask, my voice breathy and barely audibly.

He nods again.

My eyes drop down to his mouth, and I want to try one more thing, but I don’t want to push my luck. I don’t want to risk trying too much and losing it all.

“Just do it,” Baz whispers as though he read my mind.

I cock my head at him in a question, uncertain whether he actually means what I think he does. Then he says “kiss me” so I quietly I almost don’t hear him. But I do hear him, and it only takes me a beat to lean forward and press my lips firmly to his.

The kiss is everything I imagined and more. His lips taste like cherry cola, and I feel drunk on the taste of him. Like I’ve lost all sense. (And maybe I have since I’m kissing Baz of all people.)

It only takes a moment for Baz to begin kissing me back, his arms coming up to wrap around me and pull me closer. I can feel the dress move along his body as he moves under my hand, and I feel lucky that I get to experience this. It’s a shame that he’ll only be wearing the uniform after this.

I wonder if he would even want to wear this dress in front of other people if he could.

I like the way he looks in it, but I obviously wasn’t meant to see him like this. Does he like wearing the dress? Is he afraid of what other people might think? Has he worn it before?

I have a million questions, but now is not the time to ask. If Baz wants to talk to me about his choice to wear the dress, I’ll be there to listen. But I won’t pressure him into talking about it.

So, for now, I’m going to enjoy it while I can.

I’m going to enjoy this while I can. Having Baz in my hands and not fighting with him. This is so much better than fighting, I think, and I continue to kiss him, thinking about how this may be the best year at Watford yet.

[marvel-mistress-padawan]

The Man In The Green Tie (NSFW)

Sometimes Emma hated these formal dinner parties and other times she quite enjoyed them. Tonight was one of those nights that she felt a little of both emotions. She was dressed in her signature white and wore a diamond pendant on a gold chain just in the right place to display her cleavage. It was working. Half the men in the room had noticed her. Of course they noticed all the other beautiful women in the room too. Men were fickle like that. Some of them even went after the plain looking and ugly women, believing they had a better chance with them. Emma didn’t care for hearing all their thoughts of conquest tonight, only the ones concerning her.

Frost International was her Company and this dinner with partners, investors, and associates, was important for future relations. She had met almost everyone here in previous dealings. Everyone except one man. He had longish black hair and wore a black suit with a green tie. He sat at a table with Justin Hammer and some journalist whose name Emma couldn’t remember. All she knew was that the man in green tie was one of the most fascinating men she had ever had the pleasure of ming reading. He wasn’t paying much attention to the women in the room. He noticed them of course, but only briefly. He wasn’t thinking about money or power, in spite of being associated with Justin Hammer and attending her dinner in the first place. No, his thoughts were thoughts of amusement at being able to deceive Justin Hammer so thoroughly. He had only one weapon to sell. There were none in production, no test models or protypes, just the one, and Hammer was willing to pay a signifigant amount for a supply that did not exist.

Emma got down from her place at the bar and approached Hammer’s table, making sure that her slinky white dress still clung to her in all the right places.

“Miss Frost?” Justin looked up as she stopped at his table. “It’s a pleasure to see you here tonight.”

“Mind if I join you?” Emma didn’t wait for his reply. Justin wanted her to go away and not ruin his business deal. She wasn’t going anywhere. She pulled up a chair. “Those barstools do a number on a girl’s ass,” she said, waiting to see if either of them would look. “Your little table over here looked so much more comfortable. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure. I’m Emma,” she offered her hand to the stranger in the green tie.

To Emma surprise, the stranger did not take the opportunity to look at her backside. In fact he mentally told himself not to. Instead he took her hand and he kissed it like a true gentleman. What shocked her even more was that she actually felt something in response to his polite manners.

“My name is Lucas Olsen,” he told her with such sincerity that had she not been a telepath she might have believed it was true. Lucas wasn’t his name. He was thinking about his name. It was Loki. He was not human. “This is a lovely party you’ve created here,” he told her.

Most men would have made a point to say something about Emma herself being lovely as well. Loki didn’t. He didn’t even think it. Emma couldn’t figure out why that irked her so much. It wasn’t that he didn’t think her pretty. He was as distracted by the placement of her diamond necklace as Hammer was. He wasn’t lacking in confidence like some of the men in the room and yet he did not pursue her. Why?

“I appreciate the sentiment but I wouldn’t call it lovely. It’s an unfortunate necessity of this business. I can think of a lot of things more fun to do on a night like this,” Emma told them, her gaze entirely on Loki.

“One ought not mix business and pleasure,” Loki said with a hint of a smile. He had understood her insinuation and was more interested in playing hard to get than in chasing after her.

“W-what things?” Hammer spoke up. “What fun things would you do?”

It was in that moment that Loki thought Hammer to be a sad pathetic little man who wouldn’t know how to win a woman if she were handed to him. The journalist who sat with them, and whom Emma had neglected to greet, got up uncomfortably and left. Emma wished that Hammer would do the same.

“You’re an inventor Hammer. I’m sure you could think of something,” Emma barely disguised her annoyance.

“Well, I’m usually too busy to do much of anything fun. That’s part of being a hard working, stable...single...American,” he said, trailing off and failing to deliver his intended confidence.

“Plenty of hard working Americans know how to have fun. Maybe you’re just a buzzkill,” she told him. It wasn’t nice but she wasn’t known for being nice. “Maybe you’d like to get me a drink?”

Insulted, Hammer got up and left. He didn’t come back.

“I would say that was a little harsh but…” Loki began.

“But you don’t like him any more than I do,” Emma knew it to be the truth.

“I may not like him but he is still useful,” Loki said with a shrug.

“You know what else is useful?” Emma crossed her legs beneath the table and allowed the foot of her open toed shoe to touch his leg. “A little rest and relaxation, don’t you think?”

Loki did not respond to her touch as she expected. Oh he was interested but there was something of amusement in his response. Maybe it was because he was alien. Maybe his people couldn’t be expected to respond like humans.

“I suppose we could all do with a diversion here and there,” he agreed.

It was then that his thoughts became clear. He knew. He knew she was a telepath. He knew she was toying with him, and he was toying with her just as much in return.

“How did you…?” Emma began. This had never happened to her before. She had always been the one in power over men. Her beauty and her ability to read minds, her education as a sex therapist had given her a distinct advantage. And now this gorgeous man was playing her?

Loki smiled. “I have certain abilities. I may not be able to read a person’s thoughts from moment to moment but I can see their memories if I touch them. You gave me your hand and from there I knew the truth of it.”

“Then why didn’t I realize that until now? How are you able to block out at least some of my telepathic abilities?”

“Magic,” he said simply.

“So you can read memories, and do magic? Anything else?”

“It’s a rather long list,” he said demurely.

“Fuck,” she muttered. This was all falling apart now. It had been six months since she’d taken a man to bed. Most of them had been too stupid and self centered to bother with. After six months she was starting to get desperate but not so desperate that anyone would do. She had thought when she came to Hammer’s table to meet his friend that her chance had finally come. Apparently she’d be spending another night alone.

Loki raised an eyebrow at her word. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

For the first time in years, Emma found herself blushing over something a man had said to her.

“Should I take your blushing as a yes?” he asked her.

Emma felt entirely out of place in this scenario. Never in her life had she been deposed of her power like this. And yet she couldn’t say that she hated it. Not at all. “Yes,” she said, all her hesitation ended. “How about a dance first?”

Loki led her out onto the dance floor and he turned out to be an expert dancer. He pulled her rather close to himself and took in a breath. She had never danced with anyone without knowing his every thought and desire. Some of Loki’s thoughts broke through but they were vague and even unclear. She had never felt so powerless, never so anxious, and certainly never so intensely turned on.

When the song hand ended Emma went to the bar and downed a drink. She wanted this, but it was so weird that she definitely needed a drink. Loki followed her and watched her with concern.

“If you’re not ready, there’s no need to rush,” he told her.

Emma spun on her heel to face him. He was being polite. He was truly concerned that he might be pushing too much too quickly and was too well mannered to do that to any woman, despite his desires. Emma dropped the glass in her hand and it shattered at her feet. Such kindness was rare in the men she had met. This one was dangerous. She had picked up that much from his thoughts, but he had standards. He would not harm a lady. She wasn’t accustomed to being thought of as anything other than an object to be lusted after and yet this man would never treat her as such.

“No, I am ready,” she said, stepping over the glass to return to him on the dancefloor.

The second dance was slower this time and both of his hands rested on her backside. She wrapped one arm around his neck and pressed close enough that she could feel his hardness against her center. The entire dance was not appropriate for a business dinner but she lacked the ability to care. It had been so long and he was more enticing than any dance partner she had ever stood across from. He leaned close enough that his breath was warm against her neck and Emma felt wetness between her legs.

The song came to an end all to quick and the sound of tinkling glass broke apart the few couples dancing. Charles Blake her CFO was making an announcement. She had forgotten that she had requested for Charles to do this speech. It was going to take a good twenty minutes followed by a formal dinner being served.

“I can’t leave, probably not for hours,” Emma said, frustrated. “I did set this up after all.”

“There’s no need to leave,” Loki told her. “I can give you exactly what you want, right here.”

“I’m not sure I can be that discreet,” she said, an eyebrow raised. “Not in this dress.”

“Who cares about the dress?” Loki said. “You’re a telepath. I have magic. I’m sure we can work something out.”

Her jaw dropped open. “You mean…?”

He nodded. “You sit at your table and I’ll sit at mine. No one will be the wiser.”

Emma went back to her seat at the bar and Loki back to his table where Hammer had been. She was barely seated when the thoughts began to hit her. Not just thoughts but images and sensations, very real sensations. This was going to be more complicated than she had thought.

It seemed as if Emma were no longer in the banquet room at all but instead in a bedroom with large open windows to a view of a world she had never seen. Loki’s homeworld. It was so real that she could smell a far off ocean breeze as well as the same scent she had smelled on his collar when she danced with him. He took her hand and pulled her to the bed, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it drop to the floor. Then he was kissing her. It felt so entirely real that Emma worried she wasn’t remaining still in the real world.

Emma worked on pulling off his clothes while he kissed her starting with the green necktie. His hands were on her breasts, his tongue in her mouth and Emma had every intention of pushing him over and climbing astride him. He gently pushed her back and crawled atop of her, resting his weight on his elbows and continuing to kiss her. She lifted her hips to encourage him to continue. She had waited so long for this that she didn’t need further preparation. She was already so wet, so needy, that she didn’t want to wait a moment longer. He pushed his way inside her and she let out a moan. He went still.

“Oh god don’t stop!” she told him, desperate for friction.

Loki grinned a little at her plea but he heeded her words and started moving again. He moved in and out of her slowly at first and Emma sought his mouth for more kisses. He gave them to her and then he moved to kiss down her jawline and her neck and beneath her earlobe. His pace increased and she lifted her hips a little higher to find her center of pleasure.

“Harder?” she asked of him and he gladly obliged, plunging into her deeper and harder than before.

Emma could not stop the moans that came from her and they were only increased by hearing his grunts of pleasure. Then the moment came when she could finally let go of the building tension. Her body pulsated in relief.

Emma came to herself and found she was still in the banquet room. Charles was still going on and on about financial matters and no one in the room was aware of what had just transpired in her mind. She had apparently kept still and silent. The stool beneath her was a little wet where she sat. Her eyes met Loki’s across the room and he grinned knowingly. Emma suddenly felt warm and she reached for a folded paper dinner program to fan herself with. Loki smiled more broadly at her flush face and she wanted to slap him as much as she wanted to laugh.

Once Charles had finished his little speech, Loki crossed the room and sat next to her at the bar.

“I can’t actually stay long tonight. Now that I’m done with Hammer, I’ll be leaving. I know where to find you though. My mind can reach across great distances, if that’s something you wanted anyway?” he asked her.

Emma bit her lip, intrigued by his offer. A telepathic lover? “I don’t want to wait six months until the next encounter..”

“Believe me, you won’t,” he told her.

“And you’re going to send me telepathic flowers and chocolate?” she teased.

“I don’t think I’ll have to,” he leaned into her space and placed a kiss, not on her lips but on her forehead. “Goodnight Emma Frost, until we meet again.”

“Until we meet again,” she told him as she watched him go, shaking her head at herself. Somehow, his green necktie was still in her hand.

[hvitserkk]

GIF Tutorial by hvitserkk

This tutorial will show you my updated gif editing routine. I use this technique for every gif I make whether they're 268, 540 or even for the base of pastel, b/w or pale gifs.  

I do have a masterlist of my tutorials that single out certain parts of this tutorial, which I still use. This is how I currently make all my gifs, I use an action to replicate this, but I've added the download to my psd pack and the psd for this specific tutorial.

Image and text heavy tutorial below!

Here are the gifs I'll be using (no editing except for sharpening), three is excessive, but I want to show this on light and dark gifs also gifs with poc, so you can see the versatility:

1. The first thing I always do is add two "Curves" layers, named "Curves - Whites" and "Curves - Blacks". This is where the most editing comes in. I have a tutorial specifically for this technique here, but I'll explain it now.

On the "Curves" settings, on the left, there's the white and black eyedropper. For "Curves - White", click on the white dropper and then on your gif, click on the absolute whitest area. This will change that to pure white #ffffff, so be mindful of where you click.

The same for "Curves - Black", click on the black dropper and click the darkest area on your gif, this will change that to pure black #000000 so again, be mindful where you click.

Here's where I chose as my whitest area for my "Curves - White" layer:

And for the darkest area for my "Curves - Black" layer:

Here are my gifs now: 

This is the fastest way to HQ gifs, as you can see my gifs are already 100% better. The curves layers will also balance any weird colors. If you find that your it's changing the tone of the gif way to much, use this instead, but drag up for whites and down for blacks on the related layer:

2. The next layer I add is a "Levels” layer, this can vary gif to gif, but I usually slide the middle arrow to the left and the left arrow a but towards the right, honestly, I use pretty much the same level numbers on every gif and play with the opacity. Here are my settings, the layer is named “Levels - Opacity” meaning, the settings are set, just play with the opacity:

And here is where the opacity slider is on the layers:

And here are my gifs, again they all have the sames level settings, just different opacities to suit the individual gifs: 

3. The next step is to balance the colors, even if the curves layers balanced your gif, I always tweak the colors just a bit. I have a tutorial here on "Color Balance" layers, but basically if your gif is to red, slide the red setting to the cyan. If your gif is too purple, slide it towards green. My top two tips are always start with the "Shadows" on the drop down, and overly blue shadows are easier to fix in the next step then yellow. Here are the settings (I only edited the shadow settings) for one of my “Color Balance - Balance” layers:

and the correlating gif:

Here’s what my layers look like now on all three gifs:

4. Now we're cooking, but I like to add a "Selective Color" layer to make the colors pop, I don't go to wild, but I like a rich coloring. This is different for each gif so I won't show my settings, but I have an in depth tutorial for "Selective Color" layers here. For this specifically, I just add to each color on the main color setting, meaning on "Red" I slide the red slider towards the red. On Cyan, I slide the cyan color towards cyan. I do that for each color, except green, where I add to both cyan and yellow!

One thing I will show is, in this gif, if you look at the darkest shades, you can see there's a tone of blue:

To fix that, on your "Selective Color - Colors" layer, on the black setting, you decide which color the shadows are toned. Since mine is blue on the "Yellow" slider, I want add yellow to that. The top slider is red - cyan, then second is magenta - green and the third is yellow - blue. So I want to "add" yellow to the blue. Here's the settings I used: 

My gifs now with the “Selective Color - Colors” layer:

5. Honestly, you can stop here and most the time I do, but you can add a "Brightness / Contrast" layer. I won't now because my curves layers added a lot of contrast and the levels brightened them enough. *A tip for this is to always make the contrast half of the brightness, do it dramatically then lower the opacity for example: brightness - 60 / contrast - 30, I feel like that gives a nice balance and you can always change the opacity later. 

6. The next layer I do is another “Selective Color” layer named “Selective Color - Whites”. All I do is go to the white selection and turn the white up quite a lot. I’ll play with the opacity, but personally I like a really bright white. If the scene is dark, I leave the opacity high, because I like the crispness that it adds, but if it brightens skin or hair too much I turn it down. I also turn it down if it’s literally blinding. Here’s my settings: 

And my gifs:

7. The next thing I do is add some oompf is to add another "Selective Color" layer, but for vibrancy. I also have a "Vibrance" tutorial here, and a "Rich Coloring" tutorial here which I often use. For this, I will touch on the rich coloring.

It's very simple, just add a new "Selective Color" layer and only on the reds, really go crazy with the colors making sure to keep it some what "natural" ie no magenta or yellow skin. Here are my gifs as an example on my “Selective Color - Neutrals” layer:

As you can see the colors are intense, but it’s just vibrant “skin color” not overly yellow or magenta. Then you just turn the opacity down until you get a rich, natural color. Here's an example of my settings: 

And my gifs:

8. The next and second to last thing (whew) is to add another "Curves" layer, doing the same thing as the first step, use the black color dropper to click on the darkest area to get a pure black. After all the coloring and vibrance layers, I want to make sure the black is black. I won't explain this, since step 1 is the same thing.

9. The last step I do is to add an "Exposure" layer. This is the final layer, so I add a bit of contrast, brightness and darken the blacks all at the same time. I do it dramatically, then lower the opacity. I call this "Exposure - Final Brighten" and here are my settings for all my gifs: 

After I lower the opacity to suit the individual gif, that’s it! Before, I used a lot of layers (15+) before and in my old tutorials, but using that first step, I cut this down to 9. You can cut these down depending on what you’re looking for, but here’s my final layer setup:

Here are my before gifs:

And my afters: 

I really hope this tutorial helps, I apologize if this is too long or complicated. If you have any questions or need help, feel free to shoot me an ask/message!

[chaseatinydream]

night of sevens (ii) || p.sh (atz)

➵ pairing: reader x park seonghwa (ateez)

➵ word count: 3018

➵ genre: stargazing; fluff

➵ synopsis: seonghwa prays to the stars to give him his one shot at happiness on the magical night two celestial lovers come together.

>>>

The festival is more beautiful than you could have imagined.

Lanterns decorate the trees around the two of you, faintly glowing with jewel tones of light and casting Seonghwa’s face in a pretty pink shade that reminds you of cherry blossoms. There’s a faint, floral scent mixed into the air, swirling and twisting with the smell of delicious snacks and treats sold by some of the stalls that are lining the walkway.

“Wow…” You gush excitedly as you spin in a circle, trying to take in all the sights and scents that are bombarding your senses all at once. Above you, the indigo night sky is glimmering with tiny stars, the clearest you’ve seen them all your life. Seonghwa beams warmly at the sight, watching your gaze flicker from one stall to another, thrilled and ready to explore all of the festival has to offer. A little smile curls at one corner of his mouth.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa asks softly and you whirl to meet his gentle gaze with the biggest grin he’s seen on your face, it’s as bright as the stars in the sky.

“Like it?” You repeat his question to him, sounding incredulous and he panics for a moment, heart racing, but then you nod so happily he’s worried your head might fall off your shoulders. “I love it! Why haven’t I come here before?”

Seonghwa lets a tiny breath of relief escape him. So you are enjoying yourself after all. He takes baby steps, swallowing once again to keep the tremors out of his voice before asking his next question. “Well, do you want to explore the festival with m-me?”

Damn, his voice cracked on the last word.

But you don’t seem to notice, bobbing your head up and down. “Of course, silly! Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be doing? Let’s go! I want to eat some snacks and buy some things for Wooyoung!” Your gaze switches between a shop selling traditional rice cakes and another with tiny, multi-coloured charms hanging from the front. You can already see a little puppy one you think your best friend would like.

Seonghwa smiles warmly at your exuberance and leads you towards the charm stall, you rush forward to look through the keychains spread out on the table cloth. To your surprise, most of the charms there have the same, recurring characters. One is a man herding a cow, the other a woman weaving cloth, and the last, a flock of black and white birds that you recognise to be magpies.

You cock your head to the side in curiosity. Is there any meaning to these characters?

“Is there anything you want?” The old, kindly man behind the counter asks politely, stepping forward to assist you. You shake your head, pointing at the puppy one that reminds you of Wooyoung – you’re not big on keychains yourself. Seonghwa steps up behind you as the stall owner picks the keychains you’ve selected out of his stock, putting them in a little paper bag as they clink together.

“What did you get?” His words are warm at your ear and you smile at the pleasant feeling, turning around to grin at him broadly. “Close your eyes.” You instruct him and Seonghwa feels his heart thud in his chest, tongue flickering out briefly to wet his dry lips before he closes his eyes with a fond smile. You take his hand in yours (he suddenly goes very rigid) and press a plastic charm into the centre of his palm, fingertips lingering there for a moment before they pull away.

Seonghwa’s breath stutters across your cheeks.

“Here.” You tell him brightly and his eyes flutter open, glancing down at his hand. It’s a little plastic charm depicting a cute chibi cow herder with blond hair, two adorable cows in front of him. His heart leaps into his throat at the gesture and you beam at him, raising your own matching one. “Now we match!”

The weaver.

Oh dear.

He’s in trouble.

“The two of you are very cute together.” The store owner smiles and Seonghwa feels his heart thundering madly in his chest, every beat reverberating in his ears. You aren’t supposed to find out this way, it’s not time yet! But luckily for him, you’re completely oblivious, shaking your head with a grin.

“Nah, we’re just friends.” You tell the older man and the store owner gives Seonghwa a sly, mischievous look that has his cheeks turning bright red, fingers fidgeting nervously behind his back. Even though he knows that the words are to be expected, he doesn’t know why there’s a sinking feeling in his chest at the word ‘friends’.

“Just friends.” He manages to croak out but the man raises an eyebrow, unconvinced, that little knowing smile still remaining on his face. Then he pulls out a glass bowl filled with little folded paper slips from under the table, setting it on the counter top.

“How about you have a little something to tell your fortune?”

“That's so cool!” You gush excitedly, pulling a small yellow slip out with glee, before turning to face him, eyes shining. “Seonghwa-oppa, you too!”

Seonghwa doesn’t really believe in this sort of thing, but he can’t help the trepidation welling up inside of him as he reaches forward for a slip of his own. His fingers descend into the bowl, rummaging around for a moment (as if fate really worked that way), and eventually pull out a little green paper slip, twisted around the middle.

“Check your fate, oppa!” You chatter excitedly, already in the process of unfolding your own. He mirrors your actions, untwisting the slip in the middle with slender fingers before turning the printed side to face him so he can read his ‘fate’.

Maybe things will have changed after tonight.

Seonghwa’s mouth falls open, eyes widening. How could… how could this tiny, randomised paper slip find its way into his hands, of all people?

Does he… really have a chance?

“Hey, Seonghwa-oppa, what’s your fate?” You stand on your tippy toes, trying to peek at his slip, but he prides himself on regaining his senses just in time to push you back with a gentle finger to the nose, a crooked half smile on his face as he slips the paper into his pocket before you can see it.

“It’s a secret.” He murmurs warmly with such a fond look that delightful heat rushes from your cheeks to the very tips of your toes. You’re sure your face is fire engine red at the moment, but you clap your hands over your cheeks and turn away before he can see it.

“W-well… mine is a secret too!” You tell him earnestly and he laughs, ruffling your hair and you blush from the roots of your hair to your fingertips. He’s looking a lot more cheerful than before, as if some sort of invisible burden has been lifted from his shoulders. You don’t know what exactly his printed fate was, but you’re just happy to see him happy (a sentiment that is much too cheesy for your tastes, but if it’s him, you find that you don’t mind as much).

Maybe the one you’ve been looking for has been by your side this whole time.

“Come on, let’s go see the stars.” Seonghwa smiles, taking your hand boldly in his his much larger one, his fingers practically engulf your entire hand, radiating warmth that reminds you of crackling fireplaces, of warm hugs and overly large sweaters… of home. His newfound confidence nearly stuns you, but it’s nothing unwanted, in fact, it’s the very opposite. You relish in the feeling and make a bold move of your own, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing tight; he turns back to look at you with a smile that crinkles his eyes and lights up the entire night sky with its brightness.

He leads you to a small clearing in the middle of a grove of trees, wishes of other festival-goers hanging from the branches in the form of tiny, multi-coloured paper slips all around you. It’s surprisingly silent, devoid of other people. You can hear the muted chatter of others some distance off, but other than that, the only sound that reaches your ears is the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the gentle night breeze.

The wind touches your bare arms and you shiver; Seonghwa, of course, notices. He takes both your hands in his and blows warm air over them, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand with a featherlight touch and you freeze at the soft pressure against your skin, feeling warmth that has absolutely nothing to do with the actual temperature pooling at your cheeks.

“Are you cold?” Seonghwa asks, his voice low and gentle and your rebellious heart beats too fast for you to keep count. You barely manage to keep the tremors out of your words and instead opt for a simple nod, even that too, feels embarrassing. In order to escape the weight of his gaze, you instead turn around to pull your jacket out of your bag.

“I’m sure I had a jacket in here, oppa, just give me a second…” You duck your head away from him shyly and root about in your bag… but to your complete confusion and surprise, the jacket you were so sure you had put in is missing.

“Did you forget it?” Seonghwa asks worriedly, already taking off his soft brown coat, reaching around you to drape it on your shoulders. It’s way too big for you but you love it, the hem falls past your knees and envelopes you in its warmth – Seonghwa’s warmth, lingering in the very fabric of the coat. You pull it tighter around you and bury your nose in the collar, the fluff tickles the tip of your nose and you can inhale his scent, fresh and warm, like clean linen left in the summer sun.

“Thanks, oppa.” You smile shyly, sitting next to him on the grass. He leans back, fingers splayed across his chest as he looks up at the sky above, breath whooshing from his lungs in a relaxed sigh. You lie down as well, looking at the stars twinkling above head. You know next to nothing about astronomy, but the sight is calming and beautiful to behold.

Suddenly, Seonghwa breaks the silence, raising a finger to point at the sky. “Do you know what those stars are?” His voice is quiet but it’s never been more clear; in fact, the two of you have never been this close.

“No.” You whisper back. You don’t really know why, but something about that moment feels heavy around you, as if it’s something precious you need to keep close and never let go. Turning your head, you glance at Seonghwa, his eyes are enraptured by the stars above, reflecting their light in their depths.

Your breath catches in your throat. You’re unable to look away.

“According to Korean folklore based on a Chinese myth, the heavenly king had a daughter called Jiknyeo, who was a talented weaver.” He points at a bright star that seems to outshine all the others that surround it. “She’s represented by the star, Vega. She looked out of the window one day while weaving and saw a cowherd, Gyeonwu, across the Milky Way and fell in love with him. He’s represented by the star Altair. However, after the two got together, Jiknyeo refused to weave and Gyeonwu let his cattle run amok in heaven. Thus, the Heavenly King separated the two of them, banishing them to either side of the Milky Way.” He gestures at another star in the sky, eyes shining with wonder, as if truly imagining they are the souls of those lonely lovers.

“That’s sad.” You say, barely listening to what he’s saying. Instead, you’re captivated by the diamonds twinkling in his eyes, the way galaxies seem to reside in his gaze. He’s beautiful.

“On the seventh day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar, the king, moved by his daughter’s tears, decided to allow them to meet. However, the two lovers could not cross the Milky Way to meet each other. In the end, the magpies worked together to form a bridge over the Milky Way so that the lovers to cross and be in each others’ embrace once again.” Seonghwa exhales softly, heart beating so loudly in his chest that he’s almost sure that you can hear it. He doesn’t dare to look over at you, wondering if you’ve noticed what he’s about to do, what he’s trying to hint at–

“And so Qixi is celebrated as the day the stars aligned for the two lovers. The stars are really beautiful, but...” Seonghwa’s words are barely above a whisper, his teeth worry his bottom lip as he tries to build up the courage to just goddamn confess to you. You’re more beautiful than any star, he wants to say, but the words are stuck in his throat like an uncomfortable itch that he just can’t get rid of.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth, swallowing the saliva that seems to have built up in his mouth from nerves. His tongue doesn’t want to cooperate, hiding behind the near crippling fear of a rejection, but his fate’s words whisper to him once more from his pocket.

Maybe things will have changed after tonight.

God, he wishes so badly. Closing his eyes, he prays once to the stars, a silent plea to please align for him, to please, for once, make his wish come true.

Seonghwa takes a deep breath, rolls onto his side to look at you in the eye, the words at the tip of his tongue, when–

“I prefer the stars in your eyes, Seonghwa-oppa.”

Time seems to still.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen almost comically, blinking furiously like he can’t believe his own ears. But you’re looking at him with the sweetest smile on your face, the softest light in your eyes as you regard him and his heart clenches unbelievably tight, so warm it almost hurts.

“W-what?” He manages to stutter, honestly it’s a miracle he can string letters together in the first place. You duck your head down bashfully to look at your feet before looking at him in the eye once more, cheeks rosy red in the light of the lanterns. There’s determination shining there, brighter than any star in the sky.

“I like the stars in your eyes, oppa. I like you, more than any star in the sky.” You tell him honestly and Seonghwa merely stares at you like you’ve struck him dumb with a sledgehammer over the head. You falter a moment, frowning, before you lean forward, hoping for a reaction at the very least. “Seonghwa-oppa?”

Is he going to reject you?

God, you pray to the stars that that’s not it.

Then suddenly, he buries his face in his hands and laughs. It’s stifled, muffled by his palms at first, but then it grows into something bigger, more carefree, so full of infectious joy that you can’t help but smile even though you have no idea what’s going on.

When he finally pulls his large hands from his face, there are tiny tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, sparkling like dewdrops. But what blinds you is the huge grin on his face, so warm and happy and you find your face twisting between a smile in return and a frown of confusion. Luckily, he answers your question before you make an awful half grimace in front of him, his grin so wide you can see his teeth peeking through.

“I can’t believe you confessed before I did.” Seonghwa laughs and you feel your heart overflowing with a sudden rush of warmth, the light, airy feeling spreading throughout your body till you feel like a hot air balloon that could take to the skies any moment. “I had this whole confession planned and everything, this trip and all was so that I could confess to you under the stars… and I can’t believe you just went and ruined it like that, you little pabo.” The last word is filled with so much affection and genuine endearment that before you can notice, hot tears of happiness are already spilling forth from your eyes.

He loves you back.

Then you smack him on the shoulder lightly.

“Who are you calling a pabo, huh? I seem to recall you were the one sneaking around trying to invite me to a romantic festival and all instead of just confessing on the spot– “

Before you can say another word, Seonghwa’s fingers are brushing your jaw for one fleeting moment, just like they did on the train. But instead of vanishing like the spring breeze, they take a firm grasp of your chin, the stars you love so much twinkling in his eyes as he grins, breathless and excited, before dipping his head down to meet your mouth.

You swear you see stars burst behind your closed eyelids.

The kiss is soft and chaste, you grasp his sleeve and pull him closer, winding your arms around his neck. He laughs once against your lips before he claims them again as his own, the barest hint of the summer warmth brushing your mouth as he kisses you gently, once, twice, thrice. Then he’s pulling away to look at you deeply in the eyes, your arms still linked around his neck and he rests his forehead against yours with a carefree chuckle, eyes crinkling into little half moon crescents.

“You’re more beautiful than the stars in the sky.” He tells you, so close you can count every eyelash, his breath warm against your lips. They ache for another kiss, so you just smile and pull him down to meet your lips once again, the stars twinkling over the two of you for the rest of eternity.

Maybe the stars really did align for the two of you, after all.

[undertale-rho]

Multiverse Saga: Taken!Altertale - Chapter 6

Rhosaith stared up at the bright blue sky above her, a cool breeze passing over her pressurized EVA suit and into the street beyond. Looking back down at the cup of tea in her hand, she raised the cup to a straw that connected to her rebreather, allowing the liquid from the outside world to pass through to her beckoning mouth. Finishing the mug, she placed it on the table beside her, placed a few golden coins beside it, and stood up, placing her wide-brimmed hat back onto her head. She then looked back up at the sky.

She knew, of course, that the sky wasn't real. It was just the projection of a screen to give everybody a warmer comfort of home. If one looked carefully, they could even see the upward curve of the land further ahead on the tube.

The Nexus is what they called it. A giant space station roaming the great void of the inter-universal expanse, serving as the capital to the multi-universe initiative known as the Multiverse Alliance.

Rhosaith sighed. No matter what wilderness existed, whether it be the forests of Earth, the vacuum of space, the void between stars, galaxies, or even universes, or even across dimensional boundaries, there was always going to be somebody who got the bright idea to bring civilization along with.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice sounded in her ear.

"What is it, Hamlet?" she asked.

"There's a reclamation party being formed near the Spires to retake a pre-rift universe."

"So?" she said lethargically.

"It may be a good source of information regarding this multiverse at large."

"That's nice."

As Rhosaith walked along, her long coat billowing in the sudden gust, she completely disappeared, re-appearing just outside a door.

Realizing what just happened, Rhosaith, let out an exhausted sigh.

"You should at least try and do what you have been tasked. If nothing else, then to simply make it look like you're doing something." Hamlet said.

Rhosaith looked contemplatively at the door.

"Fine." she said after a minute, taking a firm hold of the door and sliding it to the side.

The room within was made of a dark metal. Within, sitting in a few chairs that were scattered throughout the room, were a number of people. Five Rho recognized to be Sanses. One was a Papyrus, and another was a Chara. The last two in the room were skeletons, though of no base Rho recognized right off.

Closing the door behind her, she walked further into the room, towards the nearest chair.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!!!" one of the Sanses shouted.

Rhosaith stopped moving and looked over at one of the groups of Sanses, where three of them were gathered together. One of them, the shortest of the three, was pointing right at Rhosaith. Everyone in the room, in fact, looked at the Sans.

"Er... yes?" Rhosaith asked. "Was there something you needed?"

"I have no idea who you are!" the Sans declared. "This is an awful thing that I simply cannot stand have continue!" the Sans walked over to Rhosaith and outstretched his hand. "I'm Sans. Obviously. Most people call me Blueberry to avoid confusion, though. What's your name?"

"I'm, er, Rhosaith." Rhosaith said, taking Blueberry's hand. "Nice to meet you, uh, Blueberry."

"The pleasure is all mine! Mweh heh heh!!!"

Rhosaith looked over the Sans. He reminded her of Papyrus in a way. A confident step permeated each of his strides as he returned to the other two Sanses that he was with.

Reaching the other two, he immediately started chatting heartily with them, stars practically forming in his eyes from the excitement.

The other two Sanses Blueberry was with looked just about as excitable as he was. One of them wore a turquoise tunic with a great big yellow cloak resting on his shoulders; the pin holding the cloak on being a large red orb with a big white star on it. The other Sans featured a mostly brown outfit, the most dominant features being the large brown scarf around his neck, the light blue jacket tied around his waist, and the giant paintbrush strapped to his back. A dark blue sash filled with vials of paint, like an ammo sash, decorated his chest. Blueberry himself featured a mostly blue outfit, a shorter cobalt scarf around his neck, with a more grey-blue shirt and pants, returning to cobalt for his gloves and boots; the rims of which were lined with yellow.

Looking to the other three-member team situated nearby, Rhosaith spotted a Sans, who looked pretty basic—wearing a blue jacket over a white shirt, and black shorts, with blue sneakers finishing off his outfit. Beside the Sans sat a Papyrus, who wore much the same, but orange rather than blue; with the jacket being a hoodie instead. Next to them also sat a Chara, whose outfit was in the same vein as Sans's and Papyrus's—a green jacket rather than a blue or orange, dark brown pants, and red boots and gloves.

The next group, a pair of skeletons, stood against the door-side wall. One of the skeletons wore nothing other than a blue backpack and a dark-grey cloak so tattered, it was practically a few ribbons. Looking carefully, Rhosaith thought she spotted something that resembled a finger-bone hanging off the front of the pelvis. The other skeleton wore a striped, white button-up shirt, black slacks, and brown shoes. Holding up the pants were black suspenders that looped over the skeleton's shoulders. They seemed deep in conversation and didn't seem to pay any mind to Rho.

On the other side of the room, standing with his back in the corner, was another Sans. This one featured a white sweatshirt and sweatpants, ending in black socks and white slippers. Over it all was a great blue long-coat with a hood over the Sans's head. The ends of the sleeves and the hood were covered in white fluff. Though she couldn't get a clear look from where she was, Rhosaith thought she also saw black lines streaking from the bottom of the Sans's eyes down to the base of his mandible.

Finally resting down into the seat she'd chosen when Blueberry approached her, the door at the front of the room opened, and another skeleton-Monster walked in. Bundled in her arms was a bunch of papers and binders and the like.

"If I could have your attention." the skeleton said, placing the papers on a desk at the front of the room. She looked over the ten people situated around, all of which were now staring at her.

"Is this everyone?" she asked.

"I haven't seen anyone else come in." the classic-Sans said. "So I guess so."

"Don't worry about the numbers!" Chara chimed in. "You've got the Bad Time Trio and the Star Sanses on the case."

The skeleton looked thoughtfully at the two groups.

"Hmm. Yes, I suppose you're right." she said, readjusting her glasses. "In that case, let us begin."

The light in the room dimmed to nothing as a large hologram appeared in the room.

"Six months ago, a pre-rift universe, universe AlT-113CO was attacked by a Destroyer—the identity of which remains unknown. Since the attack, Alliance scouts have surveyed the universe without drawing attention from the Destroyer. Their findings have shown that the universe, which was coded before the attack, is now physical."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it. Time out for a second here." the naked skeleton said, his accent sounding Brooklyn in origin. "Universes don't just turn from coded to physical. You sure your scouts got the right place?"

"While you are right in one regard," the brown Sans with Blueberry interrupted, "there have been reports of universes changing behavior before this, like UnT-214, which also turned from coded to physical. Before being coded, though, it was a game. This is one of the reasons why the standardized universal classification system doesn't commonly include the suffix in archive."

"Er, thank you, Ink." the presenter skeleton said. "If I may return to the briefing."

Ink!Sans waved his hand for her to continue.

"The objections, uh..." she looked down at a paper in her hand. "S.T brought up are valid, however. Despite this phenomenon being well-known, it is still unclear what, or who, causes a universe to switch behavior. As of right now, the scouts believe the Destroyer to be responsible for this."

Almost immediately, murmuring erupted within the groups, all of which quelled when the white Sans in the back boomed his voice.

"What information do the scouts have on the Destroyer?" he asked.

"Not much at all, I'm afraid." she answered, looking down at her paper. "I'm afraid I'm also at something of a disadvantage. I don't have your name documented."

"Just call me 4."

"Alright, 4." she wrote a 4 in the margins of the paper she was holding. "Er, like I said, not much is known of this Destroyer. What information the scouts managed to get on him just shows him to be a Sans; one from a UnF universe, by the looks of things."

A picture of the Destroyer flashed into the hologram. It was a Sans, though with a large hole in the upper part of his skull. Other than that, the only other notable difference was the bright white right eye he possessed.

4 huffed upon seeing the picture, his eyes sharpening into a deadly focus. 4 turned to leave.

"Wh-where are you going, 4?" the skeleton asked.

"I have what I need. I'm gonna go 'liberate' that universe. I'll meet you all there."

With 4 leaving, the others got up and moved to leave as well.

"W-w-wait!" the skeleton pleaded. "I haven't finished yet."

"It's fine, lady." Chara said. "Like 4 said, we got what we need. We'll be fine."

One by one, against the frantic requests of the presenter, everyone in the room left. Everyone, that is, other than Rhosaith, who was still sitting in her chair.

"Excuse me, miss?" Rhosaith said as the last of the other mercenaries left.

The presenter looked over at Rhosaith.

"Do you have a digital copy of your presentation? I'd like to have one."

The presenter’s face brightened up at Rhosaith's request, quickly pulling a data chit from her pocket.

"Thank you." Rho said, taking the chit and stuffing it in her own pocket. She then stood up. "Thank you for compiling all this data for us, I'm sure it may come in handy." She, too, then left the room.

"You see?" Hamlet chided. "I told you going to that meeting would be useful."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Just take me to my ship, already."

"As you wish, Madam."

Rhosaith then vanished completely from the Nexus.

The doors to the elevator door finally slid open, and Rhosaith stepped out into her personal cabin. Despite having unbelievable technology, more advanced than anything she'd ever seen elsewhere, Rhosaith preferred to hold to what she called "simpler tech". Not wanting to force her own decisions on those that served her, teleportation pads and personal teleporters were strewn all across the grand space leviathan that was her flagship. Despite this, she still rode the elevator to her cabin.

Upon arriving, she took off her black wide-brimmed hat and long black coat, hanging them on a nearby coatrack. Stepping towards her bed, the black EVA suit she wore dematerialized from her form, so that all she wore when she hit the mattress was a plain white shirt and white pants. The very clothes she wore when she was taken.

Her own personal cabin was devoid of color. The walls, door, floor, ceiling, and even all the furniture within—with minor exceptions—were white; making the coat and hat hanging on the coatrack stand out far more than they should have.

Turning her head to the nightstand beside her bed, she looked at a picture that stood on its surface. This picture served as one of the only sources of color within the room. Picking it up, she brought it over and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Oh Frisk..." she muttered quietly. "Were it that these cursed machines had not taken me from thee, I would be there by thine side even now. Alas, for it be not so. Here am I, far from thine side. Far from thy warm embrace. Thy bronze skin. Thy pleasant bodily aroma that never ceased to calm me."

Rhosaith pulled the picture from her chest and stared at its contents. It was a picture of two Humans. Herself, and a man beside her.

"If fickle fate had it be that we meet again, oh the speed to which I'd press my lips to thine." Rho leaned forward and kissed the part of the picture where the man was. "But alas, it cannot be. I am here, and thou art there. Far away, out of reach."

Tears slowly leaked from Rhosaith's eyes. Try as she might to stop their flow, she soon gave in and held the picture firmly to her chest once again.

"I miss you so much, Frisk..." she wept upon the bed sheets until her eyes ran red, and she finally fell asleep.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice echoed in the room. "Rhosaith."

"Mmm..." Rhosaith mumbled.

"We're nearing the universe known as 'AlT-113'. It's time for you to wake up."

Rhosaith sat up, the picture frame still in hand.

"How far out are we?" she asked through a yawn.

"Only a few minutes. You may teleport in at any time."

"Great." Rhosaith stepped over the side of the bed, replacing the picture back onto the stand.

"I heard you weeping again." the digital voice said after a minute.

"I thought I told you to not spy on me when I'm in here." Rhosaith scolded.

"Apologies, Madam."

"Geez, Hamlet. It's the one place I've closed off to everyone but me. At the very least, I should feel like I'm not being watched or listened to in this one single room."

"Again, apologies. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, until it does."

Rhosaith stood up from the bed. Stepping away, a cleansing wave flew over Rho's body in an instant, cleaning it of excess debris. A second later, Rho's EVA suit rematerialized around her, and she stepped towards her coat and hat, putting them on as well. When she finished doing up the coat, blades materialized around the leg-half, enclosing the half somewhat like a skirt. Beneath the covers of her coat, a holster also materialized, attached to her leg—within, a handle was held firm.

"Alright." Rhosaith said. "Let's go."

In an instant, Rhosaith was teleported from the ship down to the universe, AlT-113.

Taken!Altertale : Tactical Briefing

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[aghasexxy]

Naughty Girl | Im Jaebum

Pairing: Reader x JB

Words: 2,489

Genre: Smut

Warnings: A LOT of teasing/ Foreplay/ ORAL STIMULATION/ Daddy JB

Summary: You and your long time crush JB have one last project for your class to complete in order to graduate. JB has always teased you about your goody two shoes appearance. But this afternoon rendezvous changes all of that.

(The songs that inspired this one shot were Unravel Me and All To You by Sabrina Claudio so since i couldnt post them to this, you can listen to them to fully immerse yourself in this. Enjoy!)

This is it. The final stretch. My final school year is coming to a close and I intend to go out with a bang. By any means necessary. My psychology professor gave our class of fifty one final assignment. We were to discuss the many signs of erratic and destructive behavior and provide a slideshow presentation. Piece of cake. The problem lies in who my professor chose to be my partner. Im Jaebum. A.k.a one of the most popular people in my graduating class and my long time crush. We’ve been going to the same schools since we were 5 and it seems that with every passing year JB gets more attractive causing my attention to shift from time to time. He was like every other fuck boy. You know, the kind that would block your path with their entire body until you muster just enough annoyance to push them out of your way. Yeah, that kind. But I kinda liked it. The teasing and cocky playboy attitude was kinda hot. It makes him even more desirable. But of course I’ll never tell him that.

Friday is the day JB and I mutually agree to meet at my apartment off campus. I just about finish getting everything set up when I hear the doorbell ring. I walk over and open the door. There he was, leaning on the door frame. His leather jacket hugs his muscles but not in a way that make it look like its too tight. He’s wearing a loose white T-shirt that shows a fairly good amount of his chest. His skinny dark blue jeans hug his legs in such a way that you can tell he’s pretty athletic. This was his signature bad boy look and it made him so much more desirable. The cologne he was wearing was absolutely hypnotizing. I clear my throat. “Come in,” I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and step to the side.

“Ugh this is boring!” JB throws his head back as we pass hour 2 of the project. The essay portion is just about done but I get anxious. “This needs to be perfect,” I mumble to myself. I feel JB look at me. “Just do enough so we at least get a B+.” I scoff and turn to him. “I don’t do B’s. Only A’s.” He smirks at me and I roll my eyes. “I have higher standards.” I suddenly feel the space between us disappear and turn to my right. JB had scoot closer to me. He was eyeing my word doc and reading it thoroughly. He places his head on my shoulder and hums to himself. His cologne and overall presence was overwhelming my senses. I clear my throat loudly. “Yes?” he says smoothly. “Can I help you?,” I retort back at him. He shrugs. “I’m just reading it.” He finishes it and nods. “It sounds great Y/N. You don’t need to worry about it. We’re definitely getting an A.” I smile a bit to myself. God he makes me want to melt. I stretch my neck and groan silently. “You good Y/N?” I nod and smile. “Yeah my neck is just stiff. Hours and hours of studying is finally catching up to me I guess.” He shakes his head. “Nope,” he places his arm on the back of my couch. “It’s because you’re uptight.” I scrunch my brows. “What? No I’m not!” He raises an eyebrow. “Y/N I’ve known you since I was, what, five? You’ve always played the role of little miss perfect. In everything you did it had to be perfect.” He examines my entire frame and I turn away from his gaze, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I pout. But honestly he was right. I’ve always been the conservative type. From the way that I walked down to the clothes I wore. Thanks to my upbringing I’ve adapted this lifestyle wanting desperately to break free of it but too scared of the reaction of my parents. “For example,” JB examines me again. “This whole innocent school girl get up needs to be fixed.” He was talking about my army green cardigan over a white button up blouse and checkered skirt with black high socks. I know, typical. “Do you watch porn Y/N?” I scrunch my eyebrows and look at him absolutely dumbfounded. “What kind of question is that?” He snickers and shrugs. “A yes or no one,” he leans forward to look me eye to eye. I clear my throat. “Um no I don’t,” I turn away out of embarrassment. My eyes widen when I suddenly feel a firm hand on my bare upper thigh. I look back at JB, a devilish smirk stretched across his face. “Well,” he traces circles on my thigh lightly. His gentle touch and bad boy exterior combination is turning me on more than I can comprehend. He looks at me, sees that I’m not resisting him, and continues. “there’s a category in porn called role play,” his hand moves to my outer thigh, continuing the same soft motions. “You know what that is, right?,” his eyes shoot back up to mine so quickly I shudder under his intimidating gaze. I nod. “And you wanna know what one of the most popular scenarios is Y/N?” I shrug. He leans in closer, his hand traveling up my thigh. I gasp at his soft fingers grazing my ass cheek. “Naughty school girl.” I gulp and feel the blood start to rush to my face. “W-What?” He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into him, making me sit between his legs. My thighs rest on top of his while my legs lay behind his back. With his hand still resting on my back, he eyes me up and down. “Y/N,” he caresses my back softly while his other hand plays with my hair. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but your behavior is unacceptable.” His hand goes from my head to my hips as he pushes me closer to him. “Violating dress code showing that nice perky ass,” he spanks me playfully. “talking back, and then pretending like you did nothing wrong,” he suddenly grips my waist hard. “And detention isn’t helping the issue at all.” He cups my chin with his hand forcing me to look at him. My breath is caught in my throat as I stare into his dreamy eyes. “Someone’s gonna have to straighten you out, get you to behave,” he says before he plants his lips onto mine.

I place my hand on his chest ready to push him off but stop once he bites my lower lip and sticks his tongue in my mouth. He moves forward causing me to lay flat on the couch. His hands rest on either thigh as we continue to devour each other. He pulls away and I whimper from the lost contact. He smirks as he can obviously see that I’m a mess for him. “You have no idea how long I wanted this,” he says under his breath. His strong hands move from my thighs to my chest. He looks at me, awaiting my approval. I nod quickly. He slowly unbuttons my shirt just enough to see my perky breasts covered in a black push up. He groans and leans down. His soft lips leave butterfly kisses along my chest and I shiver with every peck. How can someone be so gentle yet so rough at the same time? I couldn’t take anymore teasing and I was so close to begging for anything from him. His fingers clasp around the rim of both cups and pulls them downwards.

My nipples were hard and twitching from the foreplay and dirty talk. I rest my hands in his hair and behind his neck ready for his lips to attack me. Instead I’m greeted with a pleasurable pinching sensation. I look down and see him playing with them. He twists and pinches, rotating the nubs in between his thumbs and indexes. I throw my head back in ecstasy, flinching and shaking from the pain. I whimper and moan. “JB, I-it hu-hur-,” before I can finish my sentence, I gasp as I feel JBs tongue start to flick fast against my left nipple that was sensitive from the foreplay. I moan at the sensation of his tongue lapping against my sensitive nubs at rapid speed. “Oh fuck don’t hold back y/n,” he says breathlessly against my chest. “Let me know how much you want it.” He attacks my other nipple the same way and I cry out softly. “Ohhhhh that feels so good…,” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in. He leaves a wet kiss over my nipples making me shudder, a trail of saliva connecting his lips and my flesh. His lips trail up to the crevice of my neck as he buries his face in it. I whine out as he sucks and licks my delicate skin. I grip the nape of his neck hard, earning a hiss from him. I feel his lips curve into a grin. “You like that, huh?,” he whispers. I shudder at his warm breath on my damp skin and nod quickly. “Baby girl,” he says in a low tone making me squirm under him. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you?”

He begins to slide down my body, kissing every inch of me whether it be clothed or not. “JB…,” was all I had the strength to muster. His delicate hands grip my thighs and spread them apart as he positions himself in front of my womanhood. “You remember what you wore for prom y/n?,” he asks, his eyes glued to mine. I bit my lip. I just want his mouth on me again. I shake my head as I am too emotionally and physically weak to speak. “You wore a dark red gown with a train. Open back, crossed in the front. Your hair was up,” he kisses my inner thigh slowly and deliberately. I whine from the feeling and stroke his perfectly chiseled face. “I just wanted to pull you away and kiss you until I ran out of oxygen y/n,” he kisses my other thigh just the same. His recollection of prom night made me realize that he had always paid attention to me when I didn’t think he was. “But I couldn’t,” his grip on me gets tighter and I yelp. “because fucking Namjoon was your date.” His fingers latch onto my underwear and pull them down. “But if he wasn’t your date,” his eyes focus on my throbbing and exposed pussy. The look on his face was one of an animal focusing in on its prey. He looks up at me again. “I would’ve grabbed you, thrown you on the closest table,” he pushes my legs into my chest more. “and gone down on you.” I look down at him, my vision and mind hazy. “JB please eat me,” I blurt out. He smirks at me. He realizes that he has finally broken me. “As you wish baby.”

He drags his tongue from the bottom to the top. I gasp at the feeling he was giving me. He takes his fingers and spreads my lips apart isolating my throbbing clit. He gives it an open mouth kiss, his lips swallowing it whole and I shudder. “Ah-hhh-a,” I moan out. I then feel his tongue start to lap against it and I forget how to breathe. My hand travels to the nape of his neck to stroke his head and hair. My other hand is in my mouth holding back my screams of pleasure. “JB,” I whine out. He lifts his head and I moan softly from the lost contact. “Yes beautiful?” I look down at his handsome face. Just the sight of him between my legs is enough to push me over the edge. “I-I’ve never been k-issed like this…,” I say between short breaths. He smirks and kisses my clit again making me jolt. “Oh princess,” he sticks his fingers in his mouth, presses them against my sensitive bud and proceeds to rub it hard. I shriek. He looks back up at me with piercing eyes. “I know.”

I squirm and moan nonstop as the pressure sends me into convulsions. In the midsts of my low guttural screams he begins to tease me with his words. “Seeing you shake and cry like this because of me is all I’ve ever wanted y/n.” He connects his lips back to my clit making me scream. “Ahh o-ohhhh yes J-B! J-just li-like tha-at,” a feeling at the pit of my stomach starts to rise and my breath is caught in my throat. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan out, running my hand through his hair for the thousandth time. He chuckles against me and I suck in a breath. “I-I t-think I’m go-onna-a…,” he pushes my legs farther back and ruthlessly continues to eat me out keeping me as still as possible. My orgasm hits me hard and I scream out. I try my best to get away from his mouth but to no avail. My pussy throbs from the overstimulation but I let him keep going. His mouth is far too good for him to stop. I push his face farther down making myself cry out in painful pleasure. “Oh fuuccckkkk,” I moan in a low guttural voice. He moans against me and I release all over his face again. This time I try to push him off of me. If I let him keep going he might actually kill me. “JB, i-I c-can-n’t…,” but he doesn’t let up and he knows I’m too weak to protest anymore. “Ohhhhh, ahhh stop….p-please…it’s t-too m-much...,” I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself for another orgasm. He flicks his tongue over my clit a couple more times and I lose my mind. “AHHHH JB PLEASE STOOPPP!,” I scream at the top of my lungs.

He finally stops and kisses his way back up. He grabs my face and connects his lips to mine. His tongue lodges into my mouth and I taste myself. He grips my waist so hard I squirm a bit. He pulls away and looks at me, smiling at my red and sweaty face. “How do you like the taste?,” he whispers seductively. “Now you see why I couldn’t just let you cum once,” he kisses me lightly again. “You taste way too good for just one serving.” He runs his index finger over my swollen lips. “You taste better than I imagined.” He sticks his finger into my mouth encouraging me to suck it. I oblige and moan for him. He smirks and shakes his head. “What a naughty girl.”

[korra4321]

Gifts (Alternative ending) (unedited)

It's had been exactly a year since she had him thrown in Azcaban , the prison that was build escpacially to keep wizards and witches like him under a lock and key, but in his case it was totally different , they made for him a very special cell with maximum security,it had a glass like texture instead of the usual stony one or the metal bar like , he has the furniture to be white or gray just like his room on her house , meal times was exactly like when they had it together, he even request the same scented candles that she had, the same painting on the walls , every single tiny trivia detail was the same as the one of the house .

It funny how she captured him , you see during his time as Lord Voldemort , another masked figured appeared it was a female one , it started so small at first she stunned few of his deatheaters that was guarding a shop leaving messages that a rebellion had began signed up as {Lady hope } , later she took down more and more until she became the face of the rebellion , as if she was Harry replacement , and in no time she was facing off the dark lord .

He shouted more cursed at her , wanting to just unmask her and killing her , he was curious to see the face of the woman defying him , that had the courage of the dead house Gryffindor, the brains of Ravenclaw, she was judging him and returning his cursed with lighter ones , aiming to just unmask and capture him, so when fate has it twisted way in fullfiiling thiere first part of the wish , both of them were left stunned with shock of who the other was.

Tom reached out his hand not believing his eyes, Korra had tears in her eyes , and he tough she was scared of him , he reached to wipe it out whill he opened his mouth to give a lecture , only for her to recover from the shock and whisper "Stupefy" knocking him unconscious.

He signed , returning to read the book on his hand ,just for him to hear the footsteps of two persons and a hiss that belonged to Nagini " I can feel my master " he smiled at the sense of her aura ,the door of his cell dorm opened reveling her , his soulmate.

Korra didn't change a lot just that her hair that she cut down to fit her rebellion mask , has gotten back to it original length, her eyes got that rest she deserve , her skin more healthy then when she was paranoid that Voldemort will show up at her door making her another victim for his limitless body count.

When she saw him for the very first time in a year she gasped, his hair has gotten longer not the length of a female , the length that was blocking his eyesight if he let his hair uncombed , he have gotten more thin if that was possible, not the thin the 'I can see your bones ' thin , the thin that those who strive to be more then model like , the Slytherin heir will not let himself starve , his skin got more pale due to the lack of sun light exposion , his eyes were still that lovely green .

They where staring at her, eyes longing at every single detail of her face once he was don't taking the examination look he smiled naturally , "hello love, I am glad that you put the long distance relationship state to end, I passed the taste didn't I?, Of course you were testing my ability for it " he didn't pose at the greeting part at all.

"Hello Tom ,I think that I stated before we are not lovers" Korra firmly said as she sighed heavily , she didn't fool herself in thinking that he will be acceptable toward that she didn't return his (obsessive) romantic feeling toward her , her feeling toward him were pure platonic one , nothing less nothing more .

He chortled lightly , "my bad , silly me how could I forget ,Korra , we are not lovers "

She smiled and realised a breath of comfort

"We are soulmates" he continued, saying that as if it's was a solid fact that no two can argue over it .

Korra took fee steps until she was close to him but not so close to see what was his book about , "Tell me Tom, did you really have to do that ?, You could use the easy approach"

Voldemort teeth dangerously closed on them self as he breathed " I doubt that those delusional freaks will kindly kill themselves if I asked for it , the only way to clean there sins is with their blood "

Korra who had regretted opening the wound inturraped him "TOM ,... What I meant was them not respecting muggle born and muggles themselves , I didn't ask for my bestie to go down full mass murder on everyone who was not pure"

He appeared to be taken back " Love ? I was not planning on killing you or myself  , I know that you are my soulmate , you see fate keep in adding more evidence to it nearly every day "

She tough that she will get used to his mood swings and his unhealthy obsession with the idea that they were soulmates, but clearly he could covert a conversation from 'how was your cup of coffee' to 'you see ?, The waitress brought for us smilliar mug colors ,is that evedence of we are soulmate?' in matter of minutes .

She rolled her eyes "surprise me Tom z what are they"

He was euphoriant to be asked that by her , "we are half bloods , you love winter and I was born in it , you don't mind snakes and exotic animals , I speak parseltounge"

'and I can speak sarcasm fluently' Korra though

"Your favorite color is black that is the same as mine, you hate the toxic people like I do , your Lady hope persona match my Lord Voldemort one , hope can be wordplay to hobie which means my love in Arabic...."

He bubbled that Korra zoned out of his chatting only to be zoned back in by...

" And your hair match mine now , you see you returned it to it original length , when mine is long for , we match even when I can't see you "

Korra lover that she didn't eat anything that day , just in case his lecture that she was so positive will leave her wanting to throw up , "you see love , you even feel sick from staying away from me "

Korra serach for a topic to talk about that can shift his attention on her "Nagini misses you"

His eyes widened " you can speak parseltounge?"

"No but I can understand body language"

"Hello master " Nagini hissed

"Hello Nagini , have she been waiting for my outbreak today ?"

"She doesn't know "

Korra still searched for a new thing to distract him before she ask him what the question she come for " Tom , what book are you reading?"

He returned his attention to her " oh , I am not reading more like writing "

He showed her the book, Korra felt more disguste by what he wrote it was just one word all ever the pages as she flipped them .

Her name

Tom having the habit of looking at her and drinking in every detail of her , when took his book to see , be took the opportunity to look at her hand , he eager from the inside , she had the promise ring on her finger , that was meant to have their engagement ring,

"Nagini ....kill whoever give her the piece of metal"

"Yes master "

Korra , reached the last page , she didn't know what negative emotion left for her to feel from it.

The page had a list of their weeding plan , honeymoon, no child name since he know she doesn't want any, the places that he will love to take her to, everything that he planed on doing for them, and all the (creepy ) romantic ways he planned on purposing to her then obliviate her , move to a new location for a different purpose way until he checked out all the ways , the last eat was bone chilling , he planned on purpose to her on surrounded by the corpses of their enemies , all whill they were on the body of the dying minister of magic .

Korra decided to leave it was the time to ask , she give him back his book , or diary to be more specific , when that time for their hand to hold to same object he took his sweet time , crassing her hand , "I love that your skin still smoth, I know mate you kept it just for me , the same way your body is left not touch by anyone but m...."

She took fee steps back , not shocked from his word , but when she saw the wall behind him .

It was filled with her name .

The tears fall down her checks , Tom got angry " come here love , let me wipe them by myself, I don't want anyone but me to do that, not even yourself " he extended his hands for as far as he can from the cell , eyes red like the blood of his fallen enemies .

"Tom , before I leave I want to ask you, why do I feel like something is always missing"

His mood swings strikes again " oh dear soulmate , we are soulmate so naturally you will that when we are not around each other , ... But I know that you mean physical, it because I made a hoxrac for you ...,a mate is equal after all "

"Goodbye Tom"

She began walking , only to hear him reply

"See you later love "

A chill run down her spine but she never looked back.

She was at home now , looking at her promise ring that she bought to herself from the jewelry store, she bought it as a promise to never ever visit him , but since she broke the promise she no longer felt obligated to wear it ,so she gently removed it and put aside on the coffee table.

She decided she need to take a nap , that last thing she saw was Nagini moving outside, before the sandman come for her.

When she woke up there was blood on her , but that was not what frightened her the most,

No it was the note on the same coffee table that she putted the ring on it ,

{Hello love , I am here , but let's play hide and seek ,I am hiding and you seek me

With best regards

Your soulmate

P.s you can't escape all the doors and windows are locked , the house have silence spell on it , oh and there is nothing you can use as weapon too, just your pretty hands  }

Korra never felt the need to scream in terror before like she felt it right there.

Her hands were shaking from rage , that he Tom from his hiding place could see , and being delusional he tough that was a sign of excitement.

He smirked , oh it was gonna be so much fun.

Korra stood up and give her back to the wall gluing on it to never give him the chance to jump on her like his twisted fantasies he have.

She didn't know what to do if she found him , didn't want to know what he will do to her if she did.now she was at the stairs she wished of she could looked two places at the same time , one up and one down .just in case he was to ambush on her .

With each step she took her heart beats louder , untill she reached the top and and had smelled the smell of salt and rust she opened the guest room to find the corpse of the jewelry ship keeper , and to make it worse Nagini was eating it.

Korra didn't fight the tears , she just let them fall , the snake was too busy to notice her , she closed the door and her eyesight was blurry ,she wiped them , just in time to her it " you know love, that keeper had it coming " the voice come inside her head , he was using legllemancy on her , when she tried to use ocullemency to keep him out she couldn't use magic and she was not surprised by that , of course he give her a potion that made her temperory as as she hoped to not use magic.

" Oh I just can't wait for you "

She ignored him , continuing her task she made the wall her support friend , his room was empty , she made sure to search the entire house before coming upstairs, so that leave one room not touched ,hers .

When she opened the door she found her room having a romantic one , straight out of romantic movies , with the sound of running water , "welcome love " his voice didn't come from her head , not it was from right behind her , Korra didn't have the time to turn around,

His arms sneaked around her middle holding her hands captive and his chain rested on her shoulder , his hot breath on her ears tickled her when he whispered " ohh how much I missed your"

"Fuck you...Tom Marvalo Riddle"

He laughed

"If that what you...."

"I didn't mean it that way you...."

"Love , you are dirty by his filthy blood , let's get you cleaned up "

His stupid mood swings.

He led her awkwardly to the bathroom that has the bathtub filled with hot water , rose pitals and the scent of coffee candle , her changing clothes were folded nicely waiting for her , she didn't dare to look at them , she didn't want to know what he chose for her , stupid choices she give him to make , now it come biting down on her , biting like the mess up fact the pet snake was eating dinner, the fact she was led to the bath by her (soulmate) bestie , that his hair was still long.

"Before we bath ...."

" Tom please I don't want to take a bath with you " he shock his head , "love , I understand that you are body shy , but that not a problem I will leave and let you take it by yourself , then once you don't I will bath in the same water you bathed in , that a soulmate right "

His eyes pupils were dialed as he continued not stopping

" Also my hair is long , so we you can cut it and wash it for me , just like you did when I was still homeschooled once, also the scissors are magically enchanted so don't even think about it ".

He wiped away the tears that felt down ,

"I told you only I can wipe them "

There was no escaping from him she knew it , she didn't have to look outside to see the dead bodies of all the enemies on the street , to see the Halloween night take a twisted turn.

To know that he let deatheaters customes be the Trojan horse to began and end successful his plan on taking over the magical world.

To see the two masks on her bed , Lord Voldemort mask and Lady Hope.

He sealed her fate with a kiss on her eyes .

[lilyenderborn]

Constants and Glitches

Swap Au by @nofacednerd and @graffiticraft 

He had just mentally woken up. His head felt like it was floating, but was pounding. Slowly, he put his hand down to push himself up only to find something warm and sticky around him.

“Marvin! I found him!” He heard a voice in a thick German accent call. “Oh, hurry up he iz bleeding from ze the neck.” He tried to open his eyes his head threatening to make him pass out again.

“Anti?” A new voice approach him. “Oh jeez. Henrik you didn’t tell me it was Anti. We need to get him stabilized. Did you ever get that teleporting magic figured out?”

“Not yet mein doctor. But ve need to move. He iz coming.” He felt pressure against his neck.

“Well help me pick him up. Keep the - on his -. We’ll hide at -.” The voice began to fade as he passed out once again.

He was swimming, twitching uncontrollably. There was a desire deep within him to take control of everyone. To control his own identity. As he moved closer to a figure holding only a lighter his eyes shot open.

“Whoa, whoa. Marvin he’s awake!” His vision was blurry and there was pressure on his chest keeping him from sitting up.

“It’s alright Anti, just breath slowly. You’ve been hurt pretty bad.” The voice was different from before, yet it felt familiar like the others.

He did as he was told. Every inhale of air made sharp pains in his neck, but his vision began to clear. A man in dark red top hat and a fancy blue mask began to come into focus.

“J...J...” He stuttered as though trying to remember a name. The man became clearer. He was sharply dressed and young in appearance. An image of a superhero in red and a  blue mask flashed for a second before disappearing. “Jackie?”

“Marvin!” He called again as Anti once again tried to sit up. “Easy Anti. Yeah it’s me.”

“I’m coming. J.J. just got back from looking for Jack. Nothing. No sign at all. Henrik is running the channel but I don’t know how long he can hide his accent. We need you out there, Jackie.” He looked up to see a similar looking man with glasses and a doctors coat. An image of a painted cat mask and a cape flashed in front of him before the doctor returned to normal. Jackie left his side and left out of view.

“Marvin? I...I...”

“Take it easy Anti. You’re safe here. Thank the cards Henrik found you after he dragged you out of control.” Marvin explained leaning in close. He felt the man’s hands running along his neck though he couldn’t feel them clearly, as though something were blocking the other man’s fingers.

“My head hurts Marv...Like I can’t think straight.” Anti managed out, trying to look around.

“It’s okay. What’s the last thing you remember?” Marvin asked moving from him seeming to work on something nearby.

“That’s the thing. I can’t tell. When I try to remember before it’s almost like I have two memories. I don’t know which is the real one.” Anti explained now staring at the empty wall. An image of a glitching figure grabbing him first flashed by as though seeing it play out in front of him. The scene changed to him grabbing a figure in a grey snapback hat. Anti quickly closed his eyes. “Marvin... my...”

“They’re okay, Anti. J.J. checked up on them as soon as you went missing. Chase hasn’t touched any of them.” Marvin said closer causing him to open his eyes and look towards him. “Come on, let’s get you up slowly Anti.” He felt an arm behind his head and watched the doctor help prop him up to a sitting position. He then handed him a pure black hat.

“Thanks doc. Really.”

“You should thank Hen when you see him next. He’s the one who found you and covered for you to get Chase off your scent.” Marvin mentioned with a shrug.

Anti put the cap on turning it backwards. Suddenly it felt like a surge of sparks went through his body, causing him to twitch slightly. He closed his eyes hoping Marvin hadn’t noticed the twitching.

“Y-You think I can get up, doc?” He said slowly reaching up to slowly rub the bandages around his neck.

“I suppose but no crazy trick shots till that is healed up. I still don’t know how you survived a clean cut to your neck.” Marvin mentioned.

“Yeah. Right. I guess I got some insane luck.” Anti mentioned giving a very strained chuckle.

“I suppose so.” Marvin helped him to his feet causing Anti to wince as though his legs weren’t used to the weight. “Still try to stay out of Chase’s crosshairs. I don’t know if you could take another hit like that. Your family and Jack need you, Anti.”

“I-I know...” he said tentatively, heading away before muttering out of earshot. “At least I thought I knew...” He twitched again before rubbing his neck. He hurried away, his head down until he ran into a soft, still body.

“S-Sorry...” Anti looked up. He saw the blue hooded masked figure of Jameson Jackson. Once again, the silent hero flashed with the image of a sharp dressed man in a bowler hat who seemed out of time. When the hooded man cleared again, the man was writing something without even looking at the words. Jameson held the pad up for Anti to see as Anti twitched again.

‘They’re getting worse now aren’t they puppet give me my family back -Ch@se’

Anti took a step back. “N-No these are my memories. Leave Jamie out of this, you demon.” He said, shaking as he thought he saw Jamie’s eye begin to cry blood. Instantly the light above grew brighter around them before the bulb broke plunging them into darkness.

“A-An...ti?” He heard a far off woman’s voice before he heard a familiar laugh.

“Chase! Leave MY family alone!” Anti yelled into the darkness.

“They aren’t yours...” He heard a voice that sounded far away.

“They are! I don’t care what you keep claiming! Whatever you did to my head, stop it!” Anti covered his ears. The laughter seemed to be getting closer to him.

“You don’t belong here, Anti. We both know that. Those memories that shouldn’t be there? I’ve got them too.” The voice was close now. Anti quickly turned, coming face-to-face with another man with the same face as the others. One eye a glowing sickly green with a blue iris, the other was dead black with a red iris. There was blood trickling down the side of his head as he glitched. ”You’re the reason...They’re in...so...much....pain...”

“Stop it!” Anti screamed, unable to look away. With a flash, the glitching figure changed to the scared man he’d seen before in the snapback with the red skull. Anti suppressed another twitch as the two figures kept switching in front of his eyes.

“What do you see life stealer?” Chase growled. Anti hesitated as he began to walk closer to him. “Or do you want to know what I see when I see you?”

“N-No...stay back.” Anti took a step back, his hand going to the bandages around his neck.

“I see a smiling glitching demon coming towards me with a knife. He has a slit neck that still bleeds but never seems to die. Now...” He glitched again and appeared closer to him. “What...do you...see?”

“A-A scared man. W-With a nerf gun. He’s looking for something- something I have.” Anti said gulping, unable to move now.

“Give...them...back.” Chase growled again. He pulled a gun from his pocket, aiming it at Anti. “Or, face the consequences.”

“Anti!”

Anti froze hearing the voice. He couldn’t turn to look. He didn’t know what Chase would do with the scrambled memories. Instead he chose to rush forward tackling Chase to the ground before they both disappeared before the woman’s eyes.

He was floating for a while as it felt like electricity going through his body. Desperately he tried to not twitch as he gripped his head. A voice that he seemed to sort of recognize called out to him as another wave hit.

‘Who are you little glitch?’ ‘Where do you come from?’ ‘Are you what you think you are?’ ‘Do you really know what you know?’ ‘Where you going?’ ‘What do you actually want?’

“I want the truth. I want to know, if- is my family mine?” He called back closing his eyes. He could picture the woman where he left her frantically trying to find him going to his brothers.

Or were they?

‘What do you know?’ ‘What do you want to know?’

The voice asked cryptically. Anti gripped his head thinking back finally separating the images of his brothers with their look alikes.

‘Go ahead, little glitch you may ask your questions but be quick. If your counterpart decides before you, you won’t get a choice.’

Anti struggled with understanding what it meant but focused on his questions.

“Is Chase right? Is my family my own?” Anti asked.

‘Interesting. A different first question. The answer to both of them is yes and yes.’ The voice answered with a soft voice.

“So I don’t belong in that world? In that role?”

‘Ah I would prefer yes or no questions, but since I gave no rules for you I shall answer these two.’ There was a pause. ‘You technically do not belong in that world, but the world allowed you and choose you for that role. Think of it as constants and variables.’

Anti frowned. That particular phrasing of the situation was easier to follow. Another thought came to him - the difference in his brothers. “Are my brothers really my brothers?”

‘They are as close as they deem so. If they call you brother then that is what you are. I sense a deeper meaning to your question, though.’

“The split images. The ones Chase and I see.” Anti paused. “What are they?”

‘They are from another world. Similar yet different. Now one more question before I ask you a final question.’

“Okay, if I leave the world will Stacy be safe?”

‘Interesting. Very interesting. Bodily yes, she would be safe. Chase’s anger will have subsided, but she will be heart broken and alone.’

Anti paused, now thinking of the family he’d left behind when he’d tried to protect her from his counterpart. She wouldn’t just replace him with a better version of Chase. That’s what the voice had to of meant by heartbroken and alone.

‘Now then, my little Glitch, answer this right and you may return home. I may even fix that interference problem you seem to have. However, answer wrong and you’ll go back to the world of flashes you saw before. Who were you before you came to my domain, little Glitch?’ The voice asked, gently.

Anti thought for a moment, afraid of answering on a whim. The answer should be obvious but in his mind sat two names. Two memories. Which was actually him? There was a long pause and a repeat of the question from the voice that Anti finally could place voice. It sounded like Jack reading a solemn story.

“Anti-Anti Septic. Husband to Stacy and father to two. That’s who I was before I ended up here.” He paused, taking a breath. “Jack.”

There was great laughter from the voice before it respond once more. ‘So you are Anti. So you are. It’s a shame, I quite miss my glitchy boy running around but a deal is a deal. Keep that wound clean Anti and it’ll heal.’ The voice said more relaxed, but still sad. He felt an electrical surge, causing the world to black out. He swore he could hear a woman’s voice nearby.

“Is he ready to be discharged yet Marvin?” He hesitated with opening his eyes.

“Stacy, he barely survived a slice to his neck. You need to let the poor man heal. He’s probably going to be confused when he wakes up since he was recording when Chase found him.” Marvin’s voice sounded tired and stern as his eyes focused on the black haired woman standing over him.

“He’d still be safer at home. I dare the glitch bitch to come near me or my family.” She said and he could hear Marvin groan.

“Yeah you tell him...Stace.” Anti said groggily.

“Well good morning, sunshine. Despite your lovely wife nagging you’re staying here till we run Chase off again, got it?” Marvin said coming into Anti’s vision. Anti blinked, realizing his face though not covered with the usual surgical mask seemed normal and staying that way. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Whatever you say, doc. Stace maybe bring the kids here? I want them to know I’m alright.” Anti said smiling as she nodded. She continued to glare daggers at the doctor. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was home.

Finally, he was home.

[snowbatsims]

post 19

And, the washing machine broke!

And instead of fixing it himself this time, Einarr was getting stupidly thirsty and decided to invite a repairman over here instead. The deal was easy; in exchange for a sum of money with an extra tip, he ordered a simple repair, as well as a bit of blood. Bloodthirst is still a thing, after all. They're vampires.

REPAIRMAN: Whooaa, sweet. I always wanted this. EINARR: You may keep that if I get a little bit of your blood. You know, as we arranged. REPAIRMAN: Haha, no way. It's mine now. And then he ran out, as fast as his little mortal human feet would carry him. Obviously that wasn't enough. A vampire always catches up.

EINARR: SIGHS. I told you. I hate doing this. I just need a little bit of your blood! It was quite literally a part of the deal, remember? Why couldn't you just trust me. Meanwhile....

MORTEN: Oh my god. Why.

MORT: Now what!! MORT: Turning it on and off again doesn't even work??? MORT: Didn't we just have a repairman here too? Lord. MORT: Where did that guy go?

MORT: ... MORT: Oh man. I just remembered the strange fantasy tree I saw the other day. MORT: Maybe I can actually go there now.

It's autumn, and yet its leaves are still firmly in place, green as ever. It's not even a pine tree, which WOULD be evergreen. 

Nope, this one has leaves, is covered in strange mushrooms, and it.. glows. 

Should've mentioned that. It very much is a tree that glows, which does require some further investigation.

MORTEN: This seems rather.. fairy-like. I wonder if it could... Giggles from the tree could be heard. Suddenly, an entrance-shaped hole in the tree opened. MORTEN: Oh?

Man, this place is beautiful.

MORT: Here, froggy froggy...

MORT: Wow. This fish looks like a potato. I love them.

Being a vampire in the digital age sure is nice!

MORT: Gosh, with all the frogs and fish around here, and no harmful sun, I could probably stay here forever! MORT: ...Though I guess it would get a little lonely... Strangely, he hears someone sit down nearby.

He does a double-take. Is that really... MORT: Mom??? What are you doing here? MOM: ...Hello. MORT: Hello? MOM: ... :)

Honestly, this place is beginning to give him the creeps. MORT: Are you sure you're not an illusion? MORT: ...Please talk to me. MOM: Yes. MORT: That's it? Uh... guess I'll be more specific. MORT: How did you.. get here? The constant giggling of the surroundings is starting to get a little more ominous now, despite somehow sounding exactly the same as ever.

MOM: The Sylvan Tree sent me here. MORT: That's- that's what it's called? Huh. How would you know its name? MOM: *giggles* She sounded exactly like the fairies... MORT: Are you.. are you sure you're not just an illusion conjured up by fairies? MOM: This place is beautiful. I think you would love it here. You should stay. MORT: Uh... Her eyes go pitch black. MOM?: 𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮. 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓼. MORT:

...

MORT: WOW, I SURE AM HAPPY TO BE BACK IN THE REAL WORLD!!!

MORT: So, you said we're moving, huh. EINARR: That is the plan, yes. MORT: It's actually happening? It has been a few years since the idea was proposed... EINARR: Indeed it is. We were just low on funds at the time, but Rune has been earning a lot of money in royalties for his music lately. EINARR: Anyway, we're finally going to be near the coast! I've found a very nice, large house to accommodate all five of us. MORT: Ooh. So you're doing portraits to hang up in our new home, then? EINARR: Yes. MORT: I haven't seen you paint much before! When did you-- EINARR: Morten. Child. I'm a thousand years old. You may take a guess. MORT: Oh, right.

Floral arrangements!

And Kvikindi went visiting a certain classmate. The one who's the grandchild of one of Rune's cousins. That classmate.

LUKAS: So you're uh, half vampire or something? I mean, I definitely see your alien part. It's really cool! KVIK: Yep!! And all my dads are like, wow watch out, you're gonna be struggling with this vampire shit too sometime. Bluh, bluh.

LUKAS: Hey, that is a bad word. Try being more quiet. KVIK: Really? Shit? Bat says it all the time. LUKAS: Well, my parents would give me house arrest if they even THOUGHT I said that!!! KVIK: Oh, huh. How lame.

RAKEL: Where is our visitor? EMMA: Oh, she's been playing with Lukas. RAKEL: I wanna play too...

And so they did.

RAKEL: Do you spot anything cool yet? KVIK: I see an orange floating crystal above me. RAKEL: W...what? KVIK: Oh, that cloud looks like a spider. RAKEL: Wow, yeah. KVIK: BAT CLOUD!! RAKEL: Where? KVIK: Right.. there ah dangit it's gone already. RAKEL: Aw, no!!!

Anyway, they finally moved.

And this is the point where I updated Mort's hair again. It's available for download on this very blog. 

They made not just one, but two snowmen that night. How productive. Must be easy when you literally can't get cold.

EINARR: Ugh, these awful windows.

EINARR: We really need curtains.

We also really need the ability to change our ceilings. Seriously.

On a random evening neighborhood exploration... LIV: Wow, hey, did you just fly here as a bat??? Dude, are you vampire? MORT: Well, yes-- LIV: THAT IS SO COOL. I KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY WERE REAL!!! MORT: I guess-- LIV: Bite me. MORT: what

LIV: You heard me, buddy. *slaps neck*, Come get your juice. MORT: You're.... kinda weirding me out, person.

LIV: I'm sorry? MORT: M.. maybe later. I'm not actually thirsty right now. Just exploring the neighborhood, really. LIV: You can have my phone number if you want? MORT: Y-yeah, sure. LIV: Whenever you need any blood, I'll be right there for you, buddy.

And then it was Winterfest, once again.

Kvik got into a childhood furry phase....

FATHER WINTER: Ho, ho, ho.. Gosh, nobody's around.

BAT: Hey. FATHER WINTER: Have you been naughty this year? BAT: ...not at all. FATHER WINTER: Hm. My lists very much say otherwi---

BAT: Thank you very much for the gift!!

RUNE: Oh, dear.. Is that really Father Winter? RUNE: Bat, I swear to god.

MORT: Oh.. oh, dear.

MORT: I'm so sorry about that. Bat is an absolute gremlin sometimes.

MORT: I mean, seriously, the audacity of that child!!! FATHER WINTER: O-oh, it's fine, dear-

MORT: HOW COULD HE!!! WHAT IF HE KILLED YOU! IT WOULD MEAN NO MORE WINTERFEST FOR ANYONE!!! FATHER WINTER: N-no, it's fine, really. MORT: HOW. FATHER WINTER: I'm not the only Father Winter, dear. We're merely the assistants of Santa Claus, MORT: BUT STILL!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU DEAD...

MORT: I don't wanna.. see anyone dead. FATHER WINTER: I appreciate your concern, dear. Do you want a present?

MORT: Do I???

MORT: Gosh, I hope it's not dog droppings like last year. FATHER WINTER: Why, who could ever give you that? MORT: Last year's Father Winter. FATHER WINTER: Ah, I believe it must have been a mistake. You're much too good. MORT: Yeah, it was apparently meant for Bat. FATHER WINTER: I see. That's the kid who just drank from me, right? MORT: Yep. FATHER WINTER: Figures. Well, he's not getting anything from me this year. MORT: Pretty sure he already did. 

EINARR: Why, hello there. FATHER WINTER: ...are all of you vampires? EINARR: Yeah, sorry about that.

EINARR: We're definitely going to stick around for a while, hah! MORTEN: Jeez, don't remind me...

EINARR: Anyway, how are you? Has this Winterfest been treating you well at all? FATHER WINTER: Well, first of all, MORT: Bat drank from him.

EINARR: *pretends to act shocked* MORTEN: Nobody's buying it, old man. FATHER WINTER: ...did the lights just turn off?

EINARR: Hey, what's it like to have day vision? FATHER WINTER: ..you're not noticing it? MORT: Only a teeny tiny change, honestly. EINARR: I guess they shut off our power. We're a little low on funds since we recently moved. FATHER WINTER: Anyway, uh, I figure Mr. Auðvinsson would like a present as well this year. EINARR: Of course.

EINARR: It's.. tickets. FATHER WINTER: Congratulations, your entire household has won a room at a hotel in Strangerville. I advise you to use these tickets within this winter. EINARR: Strangerville, huh. Peculiar name. FATHER WINTER: Yes, quite. FATHER WINTER: I believe it is time for me to leave now.

MORT: Aw man, Rune missed him...

Well, speaking of Rune, it seems he brought in all the guests now.

Hug train.

MORT: It's actually the real you... MOM: Gosh, what do you even mean? MORT: You wouldn't believe what I saw the other day. MOM: Son, you're a vampire. I'd believe anything at this point. MORT: It's such a long story though,,,, Bottom line is, the fairies created a clone of you and--- MOM: Oh, my dear child.... And so they all had a nice winterfest. Even if it’s dark.

I might enjoy screencapping too much.

[ghostimoth]

Izuku x Shy Reader! The reader is one of the many people rooting for Izuku while watching the sports festival. After seeing him in the sports festival he inspired her to work harder to become a hero and even stole her heart. When she runs into the boy she was cheering on, while hanging out at the beach with her friends, she wants to tell him so many things but can’t say them. So she sticks with staring at him with heart eyes until her friends decide to give her a shove in the right direction.

omg this was so cute I could not resist!!!!! I love this so much omg. Also, the reader’ and their quirk is s personalityhighkey based off an oc of mine so I’m doing a lil self-indulgence here lmao. Also I lowkey want to make a part 2 to this

Ever since that day, you pledged to work harder. What day would that be? The sports festival of course! When you saw his bright green hues full of hope and determination and kindness all at the same time while fighting his opponents, you found a new motivation.

You had always wanted to be a hero, even before your quirk appeared! And when it did you were ecstatic. However, your mother wasn’t so much. Your father had left you and your family to pursue his hero career, only to die in a terrible accident at the height of his career.

Since then, your mother had hated heroes. She knew that they did good, but at the same time, she would not interact with them at all. And she would not let you interact with them.

It was a bit of a sad childhood, but your hopes of being a hero continued to grow exponentially throughout the years. When your younger sister and brothers were born, you vowed to protect them no matter what.

So you trained behind your mother’s back. For years you would go to the gym and train every day. And when the time came for the UA entrance exam, you told her the truth. When you left that day, she as fuming.

By the time you came back, she had packed your bags and put them on the porch outside the house.

You were lucky enough to find an old lady who let you take the smallest apartment in the building she owned in exchange for your work. So when your UA acceptance letter came in, you knew that doing all of that work behind your mother’s back and leaving your family was the right choice, even if it hurt.

But after being in class 1B for a couple months, you couldn’t help but see everyone as if they were on a whole other level. Even though you trained so hard and trained just as much as everyone else, you couldn’t improve.

You began to lose hope. You began to lose confidence. You were even thinking about dropping out after the sports festival. But after seeing his fights, you knew that you had to keep fighting.

He gave you the inspiration and motivation to keep going ahead with your dreams. He reignited the fire in your heart and you would be forever thankful for that.

But the more you trained, the more you thought of him, the more you saw him in the halls or even on the damn news, the more you fell head over heels for him even though you had never talked to him.

So when the UA summer camp was attacked, instead of running away, you chose to fight with Midoriya Izuku on your mind. At the time you were with Tetsu and Kendou. When they chose to go after the source of the gas, you followed the fires.

It was possibly the worst thing you could’ve done.

You got burned that day. Badly. Your shoulder sustained 3rd-degree burns and would be permanently scarred and a portion of your hair was burned.

But a the same time��� you didn’t regret doing it. You were able to get two unconscious girls out of the way of danger, scooping them up with your hair. Afterall, your quirk gave you the ability to control your hair, so you might as well use it to protect those around you.

You were let out of the hospital the morning after, your friends from 1B waiting for you. To see their happy and healthy faces made you happy. And you realized just how great it was to be a hero.

——-

“Are you ready for today’s training (Y/N)-chan?” Kendou asked, tying her mask with precise expertise.

You nodded quietly, pulling your costume over your form. A simple black bodysuit and a headpiece that supported your neck and head. It was simple and pretty much unimpressive.

You couldn’t help the sigh that left you as you looked at your figure in the mirror of the locker room.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)-san?” Ibara asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing…I just think I should redo my costume soon. It’s too…bland.”

“Now don’t say that!” Pony exclaimed, jumping on your back. “I think it fits you really well! It’s simple but also very cool! In America, people would say it’s on fleek.” Pony explained with a wink.

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your lips. “Maybe you’re right Pony.”

The girls left the locker room soon after that, the group of 8 making their way to gym gamma. Kendo glanced at your left shoulder, which was bare due to the arms of your costume being temporarily modified for your burn. Although it was completely healed and only the scar was left, you liked having your arms exposed. It gave you a bit more of a unique look and not a Black Widow from Avengers look.

“How’s your scar?” Kendou asked.

“It’s okay.” You said, your voice dropping. “At first I was self-conscious about it, but now I see it as a reminder of my journey to be a hero…so I don’t mind it being on display.” You gave Kendou a wide smile, which she returned.

As you walked into Gym Gamma with the rest of class 1B, you were more than surprised to see class 1A. Your eyes scanned the group of 20 students.”

“Looking for your little crush?” Pony teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Your cheeks turned a bright pink as you whirled around to face her. Behind her were Yui and Setsuna, their smirks as apparent as Pony’s sparkly eyes. “W-what?! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You exclaimed.

Sestuna smirked at you, her eyes full of mischief. “As if! You’ve been obsessed with the Mi-”

“Tokage do I need to put you on house arrest?” Vlad king suddenly said in his loud and booming voice that made you jump, even though his threat was aimed at Sestuna and not at you.

“Sorry Sensei.” The green haired girl said, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

You listened to Aizawa explained the exercise to the classes, how we would be fighting one on one with another person from the other class. You couldn’t help the anxiety coursing through your veins as the first pair went through.

“Class 1A is so experienced and good! How can I even put up a fight against any of them?” You thought as Pony and Tokoyami fought. Pony put up a really good fight but in the end, Tokoyami was a bit too strong.

The class continued like this, the heroes in training fighting against each other. Some 1B students even won their battles! but the amount of 1A students winning theirs made you worry.

Sooner than you would’ve liked, all your classmates had already gone leaving only you and the monster of class 1A. Bakugou Katsuki.

“You got this!” Kendou cheered, giving you a pat on your back. You smiled back at her before turning and starting for the arena. However, you were stopped as a foot came down to your trailing hair.

You yelped in pain and looked back. Monoma was the one standing on a chunk of your hair, but he was looking away from you. “Go kick his butt for me.” He said nonchalantly. You smiled and nodded, knowing that this was his way of showing how much he was supporting you. “And learn to pick up your hair for Christ’s sake.” He ordered, stepping off your locks.

Your cheeks turned a bright red in embarrassment but used your quirk to bring your hair up to your shoulders. Your hair was longer than anyone could ever imagine and looked like a huge obstacle in hero work, but it was necessary for your quirk. Afterall, with your quirk, you could control your hair like it was a separate limb, but you couldn’t grow it at will. So it only reached out as long as your hair was- 10 feet and counting.

You stood on the opposite end of the fighting arena, your hair at rest. The second Aizawa yelled out “go”, you charged forward, aiming to grab Bakugou’s legs and swing him out of bounds.

However, he was faster and stronger due to his explosion quirk. He got to you quicker than you expected and sent you flying across the stage with a well-placed explosion to your stomach, but he didn’t knock you out.

Taking a stand from where you stood, you let your hair launch forward, two large chunks striking around him like whips while another two strands attempted to grab at his ankles.

But he was just too good.

Using his explosions he warded off your attacks before launching forward, aiming for your left side, where the chunk of hair in front was still recovering from the burning it took that summer.

He knew it was your weak spot and he was going after it.

Fear overtook you and as your fight or flight response kicked in, you made your choice.

You fled into yourself.

Retracting your hair, you made a shield around yourself before using small bits of your hair and having them stick out of the small ball you made around you so ward off Bakugou.

You flinched as you felt explosions rock through your body over and over again. If you didn’t think of a plan quickly, you’d lose. You couldn’t do that. No, you didn’t want to, especially with both classes watching.

Especially with…

Midoriya watching.

In a single second, you unraveled your barrier, letting your hair swirl around like a crazy hurricane. You internally cheered as a chunk wrapped around Bakugou’s torso. Running past him, you turned and started to throw him out of bounds, only to have him dig his feet into the ground and use the momentum to through you out of bounds.

You groaned as you tumbled across the concrete. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. The fight didn’t even last 5 minutes.

You gripped at the loose dirt that sat overtop the concrete in an effort to keep your emotions under control.

“Hey, do you need some help getting up?” A gentle voice asked.

You swore your heart stopped. You knew that voice. I mean, how could you forget? Looking up, you were eye to eye with Midoriya Izuku. His hand was outstretched to you.

You nodded slowly and took his hand, letting him practically pull you up himself.

“That was a really good fight you know,” Midoriya said, letting go of your hand.

“What?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “I didn’t even last 5 minutes and my attack just got turned against me. It was a terrible fight.” You shook your head.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel bet-”

“I’m not lying. It was really good! Your quirk is really unique and has so many possible uses!” Midoriya exclaimed, motioning to your (h/c) locks.

You looked between your hair and Midoriya in shock. “Really?”

“Ye-”

“Midoriya please hold off on the geeking out until after class.” Aizawa cut off.

You turned, suddenly remembering that a whole two classes were still in here with you and Midoriya. “Ah! I’m sorry Aizawa-sensei!” As you turned to go back to your own class, a hand clamped down on your wrist.

Looking back your (e/c) met with Midoriya’s green hues. “Can we meet up after class? I’d love to get to know more about your quirk and fighting style.”

You couldn’t help the rosy pink that coated your cheeks at his statement. He wanted to get to know you? Boring old you? You nodded quickly.

“That sounds really nice.”

[darkmatterxafricanempires]

so

There’s this older dude in my life, never met him he’s more of a mentor-figure. Was introduced to him through an uncle, he’s like a family-friend uncle (black ppl you may be familiar, random adults introduced in your life from childhood and beyond and they’re your play uncles and aunties more so out of respect versus a familial obligation). 

Anyways, he’s a nice guy, we only chat through what’s app, he’s a professor at a university. I’ve been kind of lost on what I want to do for a career (had a plan, saw plan through, did not like end game...twas public relations, and it just wasn’t my jam). 

I talked to him on the phone first, he suggested public administration, lots of transferable skills and fulfilling job opportunities. I check out some programs, and do some research and I’m like cool, I think I’d like this. Mentor-uncle helps me with my application, revising, editing and making suggestions. I apply to the program and I get in. 

FF about a year later, (present-day ish) the program is near the end and I’m still unclear on what to do professionally. I know what I don’t want to do, but my exact vision is unclear (it’s not that it’s unclear, it’s just unconventional, and I’m still conceptualizing how to execute it). 

Mentor-uncle doesn’t live in close by, he’s about 5hr drive and 1hr plane ride away. He’s visiting where I live for a board meeting. My mother suggests I meet up with him to discuss more career aspirations, I’m like “nah.” He’s done a lot to help me, but I feel like he doesn’t have much to offer me now. 

He reaches out to me directly and lets me know he’s going to be in town, I already knew this of course, but I felt obligated (guilt induced by being child of immigrant parents, whatever) so I offer to pick him up from the airport, grab a bite to eat, and drop him off at his hotel. 

Kinda going above and beyond, I know, but he really helped me w/ my shitty application, and I’m 92% I would not have been admitted to my program without his help. So it’s my own way of saying thanks, and balancing the playing field, and repaying this debt to him I’ve created in my head. 

So everything’s set, I’m gonna be his uber driver for a lil bit. Signals get slightly crossed, he’s arriving at an airport that a lot further out of my way but closer to his hotel. I’m running a bit behind (leaving from school which is north-er, his airport is downtown a lot more south), so to avoid missing his check-in time he calls a cab, and takes that to his hotel. Annoying (bc I arrive the airport 5mins after he leaves) but understandable bc he wants to secure his room.

He asks me meet to him at his hotel instead, we can grab dinner and part ways from there, cool. Meet him at his hotel, for the first time in person. All is well, he’s nice in-person. He grabs his stuff we ask the ppl at the front desk for a suggestion, bing bang boom. We end up at this cute 24-hour cafe restaurant. Dinner is relatively nice, he’s a middle-aged, well-educated african man, a little self-involved and pompous but not obnoxiously so.

Not to toot my own horn, but I have a great sense of humour, a lot would say I’m funny in fact. And I can be a little bit of flirt, but more in a compliment you on a random aspect of your life kind of charming way, like some pg-13 flirting maybe G, not the AA and/or rated-X kind. Unless I’m trying to go that route yaaaaaa dig 👀👀. 

Anyways, dinner was IMO quite platonic, plus mentor-uncle has a wife and a kid back in the motherland, so there are no romantic or sexually driven thoughts or feelings running through my head at alllllllllll (plus I’m maaaad gay, so nah).

Red flag #1 

I think (there may have been others, but I’m not sure). I’ve parked my car right across from his hotel, in a green p (toronto slang for a paid parking garage, not really slang bc that’s what they’re called). We walk past this green p and continue onwards to his hotel (retrospect: should’ve taken that moment to just say bye, go to my car, and dip home) 

We’re walking into his hotel, my internal dialogue is on overdrive (I’ve done my good deed for the night, there’s really nowhere else I see this evening going). We get back to him room, I go sit down in one of the 2 chairs by the tv and he lays down in his bed. (red flag #1.5) 

Red flag #2 

he says, “why don’t you come and lay down with me and we can talk here.” I’m like, “Nooooo.” Pretty insistently, because, no. He keeps probing, saying it’s a king-size bed there’s plenty of room for the two of us to just lay down and talk. I’m still very strong in my no’s and I say I’m fine where I am. 

So admittedly I should’ve taken this opportunity for to make a swift exit, clearly he thinks this evening can end with us in bed, and there’s no way I’m letting that happen. So there’s bit of a silence and I’m thinking of all the ways I can leave abruptly without being extremely rude (and I hate it so much, that I’m concerned with being rude, when he’s being the penultimate rude boy inviting me to his bed to “talk.”

Red-flag #2.5-3 

He gets out of his king-sized to sit in the chair next to mine, by the TV. He doesn’t read too much in to my rebuttals, instead shows me the agenda for his board meeting the next morning, *yawn*. He’s wondering what’s on TV, it’s late-ish, we’re watching Stephen Colbert with Anna Wintour and some next guy looking at ancient catholic artifacts, in relation to the met gala. 

Whatever, it ends we’re now watching James Corden. He’s got Zlattan on as a guest, some really famous arrogant european soccer player. So I’m just plotting my polite exit strategy in my head, and after some fortune teller segment, I’m like “So I’m going to leave now.” He’s all like “it’s sooo late, you don’t have to leave. Just the spend the night, I’ve got this king-size bed...there’s plenty of room” etc. And again, I’m like “Nooooo that’s fine, I’m going leave.”

He’s really pushy on me spending the night, I’m equally pushy saying no that’s fine. He goes on to say, “So you’re really going to leave me here all alone, all by myself.” Some super manipulative bullshit like that, and I’m like “Yes, yes I am going to do exactly that.” The vibes were never threatening or violent, just persistent, creepy and overbearing. So he accepts my answer and was like, “Can I least get a hug since you’re leaving me.” And I know sooo many women, probably even some men even have dealt with this reverse-psychology mindfuckery. And again, I should’ve declined but I felt bad, strangely guilty even though I had no real reason to be. 

I obliged gave him a hug, I was super tense. And it was pretty short, then as we’re exiting the room, he asks for a real hug, I again stupidly oblige, still super tense and it’s this horribly long uncomfortable hug where he proceeds to feel up my back and sides. And I’m just horrified, feeling so frozen and gross, but perfectly able to end this one-sided grope session. I can see our reflection behind him in a mirror, and I look disgusted with him and myself for continuing this for no good reason. 

He pulls back, looks me in the eye and leans for a gross closed mouth uncle kiss, I tense up, and deer in headlights just allow this unwanted kiss to happen, my mouth scrunched up in utter disgust. He pulls a back again and repeats, and again I just allow this to happen. “Whyyyyyyyyyyy!!???!?” I’m screaming at myself in my mind. Finally this awkward ass embrace ends, I feel even more disgusted, again with myself for non-verbally consenting to this shit through my inaction. And with him, at thinking this was okay at any point in time ever. 

He gives me a smile, I know I’ve got some kind of grimace-y forced smile on my face, and I’m super expressive especially in my facial reactions so theres no way I look okay/content/happy.

So he walks me to my car at the green p, and insists that we need to see each other again before leaves. I, still being the well-mannered, respectful, “gracious” young lady, say “probably not, but we’ll see” bc we’re both busy the next day, and he flies out the following morning. In my mind screaming at myself, why are you still keeping up appearances with this fucking piece of shit garbage face man.

We say our goodbyes, I speed off and that’s it for our encounter. I’m driving home, sad AF, just really really really disappointed in myself for letting it even get that far. So i’m just casually crying and driving home and that’s the end of that tale. 

I just felt so stupid, and gross, and just like I got played. And I’m just so upset with him for even trying that bullshit on me. Our exchanges have been the utmost of platonic, and for him to suggest or assume anything otherwise is just so predatory and gross. 

I suppose I’m really thankful because this whole situation could have sooooooooooo much worse, like a lot worse if he was a violent man. But strangely (and fucked-upedly), if he was more aggressive I would have felt so much more justified in acting more brash, maybe being more of a bitch, and really actually standing my ground wholeheartedly. 

I dunno this happened just last evening, like just over 24hrs ago (May 10th), so I’m still processing but I do feel a lot better about the whole situation, but still uber gross. 

This is a super long post, so 3 cheers if you made it through. 🙃

I journaled about it too the night of and that kind of helped. And I debriefed with my dad the following morning. He was surprisingly supportive and very understanding. I love my dad, but he’s the same guy who believes men should have multiple wives bc what’s a husband to do for sex after wife #1 has a baby...

But he made me feel better when he told me he hates when ppl especially men do things like this, and take advantage of women/the situation. With everything going on with the #metoomovement you’d think men in positions of power would be more cautious, he even stated this.. Although, he did ask me if I gave any signs or signals to encourage his behaviour (and I ran through the entire situation myself in my head, several times, thinking the same. Did I give off any vibes or behaviour to promote this? And I truly didn’t. Besides being friendly, naaaah. Which is still no excuse for him at all).  

My dad said I should confront him, and tell him how he made me feel. I just wanted to block him and pretend like he never existed. I found a happy medium and told him via what’s app, that he made me feel extremely uncomfortable and said that it was in no way my intention to lead him on if I had. He tried calling me back immediately after a few times, but I wasn’t ready to talk, so I ignored the calls. 

I tried calling him back several hours later (roughly 11ish hours later) bc 1) I’m kinda petty AF and wanted him to stew in his feelings like I had for hours 2) bc I did deserve an apology and maybe just some perspective on WTF he was thinking and where or what was he acting from.

He didn’t pick up and I’m high-key super grateful he didn’t, bc although I’m not horrible at it. But confrontation isn’t my strong suit. 

TL;DR: mentor figure betrays trust through unwanted sexual advancements and suggestions