#like damn I don't have to watch you press record. or try desperately to think of something funny to say. or summarize media without analysi

[phannie-by-night]

One thing I don't think we appreciate enough about dnp is that they never waste your time. Their videos are a tight 15-30 minutes unless there was absolutely nothing they could cut. Other youtubers I'll start some video and be like this is mildly interesting. Why is it an hour and a half long

[aerodaltonimperial]

Prompt: Hook calls Danhausen. It's impulsive as hell, he regrets it at the first ring. The line clicks mid ring and THANK GOD it's only voice mail! So he empties his heart and he gets ready to hang up, maybe try to re-record it, be less vulnerable- then Hook hears a throat clear on the other end OR behind him. Your choice!

(I can't FUCKING WORDS today ugh this is like pulling teeth but I'm DESPERATE lol)

The line rings. Rings. Rings. And that's good, that's fine, that's better, because this way Hook can just record a voice-mail and then retreat to the safety of his hotel room again, and it won't matter, and they’ll never have to talk about it, he can pretend it never happened, he can ignore--

"Leave a message at the tone. When you are finished recording, hang up, or press * for more options."

"So I guess you didn't see what happened today," Hook says, launching straight into the whirlwind of thoughts without even thinking of marking it with a greeting. "Which doesn't really make sense, because I watch you? I mean, not you-you, but like, I watch what happens?"

He takes a breath, planting his toes against the nearest wall. "And I just...I thought that, y'know, you would be there if...if something went wrong, I thought...I...okay, well, now that I'm saying this out loud, yeah, I didn't help you when the Factory targeted you. But it wasn't because I didn't want to? I thought you and the Best Friends had it covered, right? Because you have people?"

Fuck. Maybe this isn't going well. He's rambling. He probably should have practiced. "Well, I don't. You know? I don't have people. I don't...I had Jack, and now I don't, and that’s it." Hook’s head hurts. God, his head is throbbing from where Ethan fucking Page threw him into the god damn ring post. "And I just...I just..."

This is awful. He runs a hand through his hair and grabs it to try and keep his eyes from filling, from stinging, from overflowing. "I don't have anyone, D. And they fucking ambushed me today. They ambushed me, and I couldn't do anything about it." There's a spot on his chest that will bruise, long and sharp from being manhandled over the ropes. "I needed...I wanted you to be there. I wanted you to help, but I can't..." He tries to swallow the lump that's formed and can't. "I don't have anyone, D."

He drops his voice as his body sort of collapses on itself. "I wish you had come to help. I don't know how to ask for it. I don't know...you know I don't know how to ask, I don't..."

Someone clears their throat behind him, close enough that it sends shivers down Hook’s spine. He whirls, heart in his throat, chest constricted in a panicked vice.

"Hook doesn't know how to ask?" Danhausen says, low and soft. His hands twist in front of him. "He just did."

Hook can't reply. He can't breathe. The phone, still pressed against his ear, has warmed his skin so much it stings. He stares at Danhausen, who stares back.

Finally, breaking the stalemate, Danhausen reaches for Hook’s phone and gently tugs it away from his ear. He thumbs the red END button before his mouth twists, lopsided. "Danhausen is sorry he wasn't there."

It takes too much effort for Hook to wrap his tongue around the syllables. He's painfully slow, but eventually manages to grit out, "You are?"

"Yes." Simple. Painfully honest. Danhausen shrugs slightly. "Danhausen wants to be there for Hook."

"Then why aren't you?" Hook knows he's whining. It would be pathetic if his skin wasn't still screaming, temples throbbing, legs aching.

"You sent me away," Danhausen says. "Hook said he had it."

"Well, I..." Hook inhales, sharp and wet. "I don't. I don't."

Danhausen nods, like he understands. His fingers move to the side of Hook's face and slide gently along the curve of his cheek. "Okay."

"Okay?" Hook repeats, a little wild. "So...you'll stay? You'll be here?"

"Yes," Danhausen tells him.

Hook’s muscles are starting to unclench, one at a time. They've suddenly gotten permission from the palm cradling his face as though he's valuable. "It's that easy?"

"All Hook had to do was ask."

"Now what?" Hook whispers.

Danhausen pockets Hook’s phone, and yeah, that makes more sense considering Hook’s still in his ring gear with a hoodie thrown over the top, too rattled to do anything more, his skin wearing the aftermath of salt. Then Danhausen smiles. "Danhausen takes Hook upstairs and patches him up."

"Okay." Hook can manage this, right? He can deal with things now, because the world isn't so fucking empty. Lonely. Bitter. "I, uh...I..."

Danhausen is still smiing, like he gets it. "I know."

"Do you?"

Danhausen’s free hand cups the other side of Hook’s face, holding him with an unbearable gentleness. He nods. "Yes. Danhausen knows. He will take care of Hook from now on."

"I missed you." Hook swipes his tongue across his lip and gets a burst of copper. "I really missed you."

"Come," Danhausen tells him, and if Hook isn't seeing things, the man's smile had gone a little sad, bittersweet at the edges. "We can talk while Danhausen patches you up."

[royalkay23]

REMINISCE-2

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I woke up with the worst hangover I've EVER had, memories of last night hazy and fragmented. Once that second tequila shot hit, it was all downhill from there. I could feel the nausea building up, so I rushed to the bathroom, bent over the toilet, and let it all out.

Just as I was throwing up, I heard a knock on the door, followed by Nia's voice.

"Shay, oh my gosh, you got messed up last night," she exclaimed, bursting into laughter and coming to my aid, holding my hair in a ponytail and rubbing my back.

"Babe, that Hennessy did a number on you," she remarked, trying to ease the situation.

"Wait... I had Hennessy? Damn, you know what dark liquor does to me. Why would you let me do that?" I groaned, realizing my poor decision.

Nia chuckled and handed me a wet washcloth to clean up my mouth. "No, that's what ALL liquor does to you. But listen, when you and Henny team up, there's no separating you two. I tried to take that bottle away from you five times last night, and you threatened to fight me five damn times, girl!"

She held up her hands, forming the number five, emphasizing the sheer determination I had displayed.

"Now, I can handle myself, but unless it's some disrespectful shit or someone throws the first punch, I'm not getting involved. And you were out your mind drunk, so I wasn't about to embarrass you like that. We all know how aggressive you can get when you're wasted."

Nia laughed as she left briefly, returning with a bottle of Pedialyte from my mini-fridge.

"Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night. You know I can't remember a thing," I pleaded, desperate to piece together the night's events.

She made a face and said, "Oh, girl, you did some crazy shit last night."

"Dang it, Nia, what did I do?" I anxiously asked, bracing myself for the answer.

She took out her phone and showed me a clip from The Atlanta Shade Girls.

Terry: "Well, well, well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes has himself an admirer, and she made quite the statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, while we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes, this mystery woman managed to bypass security and, well, you've got to see it for yourself."

The video cut to a scene of a woman wearing the exact outfit I had on last night, boldly approaching Carmelo and kissing him in front of everyone.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I applaud this girl."

Terry commended me for doing what every girl in Atlanta had dreamed of doing with Carmelo—whether it was sleeping with him or just planting a kiss.

Alicia chimed in, "Well, she didn't do much, to be honest. Shit, he should've pressed sexual harassment charges. She was probably just some weirdo fan. But what would Leanna think? They've been getting extra cozy lately. They were even spotted together at Roc South Cuisine a few days ago."

Terry defended the mystery woman, saying, "Alicia, come on now. It was just a harmless kiss."

Alicia countered, "So you're telling me if a guy came up to you, grabbed you, and kissed you without even knowing his name, that wouldn't be sexual harassment? I don't know where you draw the line."

Terry sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Terry: "Okay Alicia, I get your point but I'm sure she was just drunk as hell and ended up having that liquid courage, something that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Well, Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

Nia turned her phone off after the video ended and looked back at me.

"Ughhhh...Ni, Alicia was so right. He could've filled harassment charges on me."

I began to face palm myself in agony and embarrassment.

I felt my back getting caressed by Nia. This situation was so embarrassing, I had no choice but to let out a few tears. Like he would ever be with someone like me, let alone remember me.

"Well, baby girl he didn't. Shit you never know, he could've liked it. Hell even loved it. Y'all don't know each other like that so in this case, it's alright."

I heard every word Nia said and I agree with her but there are things she doesn't know about Carmelo and I that I never told her. One Main reason is that he doesn't remember me.

Well, it looks like I'm not stepping out of my place any time soon.

*Belong to you-song*

———

Carmelo

"BRO! Wake up!"

I feel something soft come across my face multiple times before realizing what it was and what was happening. I opened my eyes to see Trick with a pillow in his hand and his phone in another.

"Melo, you need to look at this, ASAP!"

I sit up and stretch my arms and legs before rubbing my eye, still halfway asleep.

"Bro, it's 9:00 am, what's the issue?"

"Terry and Alicia are talking about your little spontaneous moment with that girl last night."

He passed me his phone as the video was playing on it.

Terry: "Well, Well, Well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes, has got himself a little admirer and she made that statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, as we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes; a mystery woman was able to get past security and well, why don't you see for yourself."

The video then cuts to the mystery woman coming up to me & kissing me. I'm not going to lie, the kiss was amazing; but for some reason I felt a sense of familiarity. I couldn't pin point it and I definitely couldn't show that I enjoyed it because of the circumstance.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I commend homegirl."

Alicia: "I mean, she really ain't do none. Shit, he SHOULD'VE pressed sexual harassment charges on her. She probably was just a weirdo fan but what would Leanna think about all of this? You know they have been getting EXTRA cozy with one another lately; seeing as though they were out with each other just a couple of days ago, at Roc South Cuisine.

Terry: "Now Alicia, You know you're wrong for that. It was just a harmless kiss.

Alicia: So you're telling me, if a Niggah come up to you, grab you and then kiss you and you don't even know their name is NOT sexual harassment, then I truly don't know where the line draws.

Terry: Okay Alicia, I get your point but im sure she was just drink as hell and ended having that liquid courage, that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

I turn the video off before hanging the phone back to Trick.

"Man, I don't know what all that shit was about but it's nothing man."

I said it felt like nothing but deep down I couldn't get her out of my mind. She seemed very familiar and I couldn't put the name with the face. I've been thinking about her all night.

[missxfaithc]

I decided to put an excerpt from an old Markiplier fanfic of mine through Google Translate several times. Here’s what it came up with…

“Don't dare,” Mark said defensively at the computer screen.

��Or what?” Donker eyed the YouTuber warily. “There's nothing you can do to stop it. Me, so don't do that."

Dark smiled at Mark and the lights went out. Before Mark could do anything, a demon appeared and stabbed him with something.

“What the hell…” Mark staggered backwards. "What have you done for me?"

Mark felt... strange. His whole body suddenly caught fire. Like he was burning from the inside out.

Dark laughed next to Mark's computer. He had to be stopped before he could go any further. Mark walks into his recording studio as heat builds in his system. Was that how Darko killed him?

"I wouldn't do it if it was you," he warned as the student cast his demons under the dim light reflected on the computer screen.

“You know, the more you fight this poison, the faster it goes. Married? I will fight, won't you."

I wasn't strong then. But now...now I'm not strong.

Marcus asked what to do. Not on deck. But what will you do if you don't want to use it?

“Why did you do this?" asked.

The poison seemed to slow him down...or was the body dead?

Mørk gave the YouTuber an almost questioning look.

“Say what, Markiplier," he said as if it were an insult. "If you give me what I want and I can't help it, I'll think you're safe."

“Damn, you do. I'll take my chances with poison. Now tell me what you're doing."

Dark shook his head angrily, "You really don't understand? It's me giving the orders now, not you."

He approached Marcus, their faces almost touching. "You're useless," he said, grabbing Marcus by the collar and saying, "Nothing."

A dark sign was standing against the moss covered wall in the room. A YouTuber was once grateful for a pillow between the wall and his body.

“Now you can stay here and be good, or I will make your death much quicker."

Marcus closed his mouth, but said nothing more. While he wanted to destroy the demon at once, he knew well enough that he did not know if he could win by any means. Marcus hoped that he would live long enough to be explored.

Dark Mark eventually ran away and returned to the YouTuber's computer. "We," he said, "evil devil. "Some time ago I was in one of your videos. I think the times are changing, don't you think?”

Darken turned and tried to gauge Mark's reaction.

Mark didn't let on how terrifying the demon was. “Come on, I don't think I can stop you.”

Darhk smiled, “Finally! I didn't think you'd admit it. Maybe you're not as helpful as I first thought.”

Marcus does not want to accept meat. We'll have to wait and see what the Dark One is up to.

The demon stared at the computer screen, playing with something Mark couldn't see from where he was standing.

After a few minutes, Dark seemed to have everything ready for the live broadcast. Mark swallowed, heart pounding - and not with poison. He knew what was going on Dark.

"Dark..." Mark said, the hysteria fading into his usual calm tone. "What are you doing?"

The demon laughed at him, "What am I doing here? I want to talk to your fans!"

“Actually... you don't," Mark tried to reason with him.

“Oh, is anyone afraid that a big bad demon will ruin their career?" dark smile.

He smiled. "Don't worry. Markimoo, don't hurt your dear fans…”

Marcus watches, clenching his hands into fists. "Don't you dare bring my subscribers here. Do what you want, but don't you dare bring them here.”

Tumma sighed, not impressed at all. "I'm really, really confused Marcus. Yumma I thought you were... interesting. I can't help but wonder though. You're a star, aren't you?"

“It has nothing to do with the hero!" Marcus shouted desperately trying to stay calm. “What do you think of my fans? Why are they becoming your font?"

Dark pressed the button to start the live stream and then smiled "Hmm. That's it, right? I guess you'll have to wait and find out for yourself.”

Mark watched in horror as the demon began to speak to his worshippers. He felt the audience noticed something wrong when the fans didn't. He couldn't hear everything Darkness said as he spoke quietly, but there seemed to be a lot of thought put into the conversation.

Most Marks couldn't read the stuff because it sounded too loud, but I caught a few people who seemed to wonder if it was some sort of game or not.

If only people knew it was true.

“Then I need your help!" The darkness spoke loud enough for Mark to hear clearly.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 14

Sweetheart

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n and Steve have some time alone

Warnings: smut, lots of smut. Sweet sex. Maybe some swearing, knowing me there’s probably some

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

"Hey, sweetheart." Steve grinned, pulling y/n into a quick kiss as she walked down to breakfast. She gave him a warm smile, leaning onto his touch as Steve wrapped and arm over her shoulders and pulled y/n into him.

"What just happened?" Clint mused, a frown settling on his face as his eyes flicked between the two of them. Nat quirked a brow, Thor smiled like and idiot and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I- I think they just kissed." Bruce supplied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Finally." Nat muttered, pushing her food around her plate. Thor was still grinning, the curl of his lips boyish.

"What are you so happy about?" Steve asked, brows raised but tone playful.

"Just the fact that Tony here," Thor clapped Tony on the shoulder, "owes me 100 dollars now." Thor confessed, Tony's unamused expression making everyone laugh. Of course y/n's came out silent.

"You bet how long it'd take us to get together?" Steve inquire, and Tony smirked.

"No, I bet you wouldn't get the balls to ask her out because you're frigid and have no clue how to talk to women." He explained.

"I talk to Nat!" Steve countered.

"Nat doesn't count, she's a coworker. And most probably gay." Tony said flatly, and Nat merely shrugged when Steve looked to her for help.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Clint asked after the silence had ensued the room. Tony began to speak but Thor cut him off, earning the Asgardian God a glare.

"We're going to find Bucky." He said optimistically. Y/n instantly perked up, eyes flickering between the super soldier sat beside her and her dad across the table.

"What? Don't look at me!" Steve exclaimed, hands held up in surrender. Tony breathed a heavy sigh.

"That's not what we're doing. Finding my daughter's HYDRA escapade is merely a bonus, and that's if you could even call it that." Tony dismissed and y/n sent him a look at could kill. "Today, we are invading a HYDRA base, so I want everyone on their best behaviour." Tony said, eyeing up the avengers in the room. "And you're not coming." He added hastily, pointing a finger at y/n.

"How come?" Nat asked for her.

"Y/n has already been kidnapped by HYDRA twice, I don't feel like it's a good idea to give them the opportunity for a third time." Steve answers before Tony could.

"What is it with everyone and talking over me today?!" Tony complained, pushing back from his seat and dumping his empty coffee mug in the sink. "Meet at the quinjet at 12." Tony turned to leave, not even making it to the door before he was turning around to face steve and y/n again. "And you're not coming either." He said pointedly at the super soldier.

"Wha- why not?!"

"Because of your emotional attachment. I can't have you freaking out and falling onto a river again just because you had some minor nostalgia." Tony said dramatically.

"That's not what happened." Steve defended.

"Close enough." Tony waved off, leaving the room without another word.

...

"How are you?" Steve asked, perching himself beside y/n on the sofa whilst placing the bowel of popcorn on the coffee table.

Shit. We should be with them.

"I know, Doll. I know." Steve sighed, sinking back into the cushions and slinging an arm over the back of the sofa, behind y/n.

I just feel guilty.

"I get it, trust me, I do. I spent years feeling like this before I got the serum. I changed my form five times before Dr Erskine found me." Steve admitted, placing a soft kiss on y/n's cheek as a method of reassurance. "Now," he spoke after a moment, "what are we watching?"

Y/n grinned at that. She'd been catching Steve up with all the movies he'd missed, and at the same time checking out a few of the ones she'd missed in the four years she was with HYDRA.

A classic, one of my personal favourite movies. Or at least it was.

"And what is this movie called, darling?" It was that moment that y/n pressed play, eyes lighting up with excitement when the film begun to play. When the title screen flashed, Steve smiled slightly, having heard of the movie from all the avengers. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone flashed on the screen, y/n smile widening at the familiar words.

We're not stopping until we finish all 8 movies, just so you know.

Steve shook his head playfully. They'd been told the mission would last a few days, maybe even a week.

"Good thing Tony has lots of popcorn then." Steve muttered, settling back into the couch as y/n curled against his hard chest.

They barely began the fourth movie before Steve's hands were wandering slightly, skimming over y/n's thighs and tracing small circles into her skin with his thumbs. His lips kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear.

Y/n turned her head slightly, giving steve a questioning look. He have her a mischievous smile, dipping his head down to her neck and continuing to kiss the smooth skin. Y/n gasped when his lips hovered over the scar, lightly brushing over the raised skin.

"M'bored." He mumbled, hands inching even higher until they skimmed the bottom of her shorts. Y/n let out soft sighs, leaning into Steve's touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in a silent moan when his thumb slipped into her shorts and brushed over her now damn panties. He smirked against her skin. "Looks like someone's not so bothered about finishing the movies anymore." He murmured.

Y/n turned around quickly in his lap, connecting their lips in a desperately slow kiss. Steve moaned against her mouth, hand travelling up to tangle in her hair whilst his other hand grasped her thigh and hooked it over his lap, so that y/n was straddling him. Her arm intertwined around his neck when she felt the bulge pressing between her legs, pressing down against it and grinding her hims.

Steve groaned, detaching his lips from hers and trailing them along her jaw, her neck, pulling down y/n's shirt collar slightly to kiss at her collar bone. Y/n threw her head back, hands grasping the bottom of Steve's t-shirt and tugging it over his head. Steve broke away from her for only the time it took to get his shirt over his head before his lips were latched to her skin again, teeth nibbling lightly at her collar bone before his kisses were trailing back up to her ear.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He breathed, biting her earlobe lightly. Y/n nodded, hands trying to find the bottom of her own shirt. Steve pulled away, hands cupping both her cheeks and forcing y/n to look into his eyes. "Are you sure this is okay?" He asked sternly, but his nose brushing hers affectionately said otherwise.

Y/n remained eye contact, nodding slowly so he understood. A massive smile spread over Steve's face, his lips connecting with her's in a passionate kiss, mostly teeth and tongue.

Before they new it, clothes were gone and Steve remained in only his briefs, kneeling on the floor in front of y/n. He picked up her leg, placing a soft kiss to her ankle, then her calf, then her knee. Finally, he reached her core, where he placed a teasing kiss over her clothed clit that made y/n buck her hips up.

"None of that." Steve chuckled, pressing an arm to her stomach to keep y/n's hips pinned to the sofa. He moved away, kissing the inside of her thighs teasingly while she gasped and sighed above him. Steve smirked against her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling her down her legs.

Steve buried himself between her thighs, eating y/n out like she was his last meal and he was a man starved. Y/n's mouth was permanently open, the lewd moans she would be making substituted with silence as Steve's tongue lapped around her clit, down to her entrance and back up again.

It had been nearly a month since y/n returned from hell, and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Y/n and Steve had decided to keep their relationship secret for a while, knowing that it may stun a couple of their teammates and not to mention how unpredictable Tony's reaction was.

As much a steve wished he could hear y/n moaning - no screaming - his name, Steve was just happy that he could finally get a taste of the girl he loved. Of course, she didn't know his feeling ran quite that deep yet. He moaned into her core, her taste, her sweetness, one he could devour for hours and still be unsatisfied. One of the things spurring him on were Bruce's words: in a few months, her voice should start to return.

Y/n came with a sinful arch to her back, and Steve happily lapped up everything she gave him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavy breathing echoing in the room and Steve fumbled to get out of his trousers and boxers. When they were off, he cooed gently in y/n's ear when she gasped at the size.

"I'll go gentle. If you need me to stop, for any reason, tap me three times with two fingers anywhere and I promise I'll stop." He assured, rolling a condom over his length.

The brightest smile spread on steve lips when the hoarse sound staggered from y/n as he pushed in. We're getting there, he thought. Her eyes widened, an excited sparkle to them in the realisation that she made a noise.

Steve's strokes were slow but powerful, bringing both him and his girl to the edge very quickly. The speed of their release could also be due to the fact that neither of them had been laid in a little while too. Steve's grin never left, the hoarse sounds still coming from y/n. She seemed pleased too, but was way to wrapped out in the feeling of his tip nudging her cervix to care.

When they came, Steve cried out y/n's name with a grunt and a groan, collapsing on the sofa beside her as both avengers tried to catch their breath back.

"That was...amazing." Steve sighed, smirking when he felt y/n nod against his chest, which she'd now curled into with a leg thrown over his waist. Steve pulled a blanket over them both, carding a hand through y/n's hair and rubbing smooth circles into her scarred back.

His fingers ran over the dips and bumps of the raised flesh, a pang of guilt eating at him when Steve realised everything she'd been through. He sighed deeply, sinking further into the sofa as y/n nuzzled into his chest further, he steady breathing telling him she was already fast asleep.

Steve could feel his own eyes drifting shut now, his long eyelashes scraping over his cheeks as sleep pulled him under. Little did Steve know, that the next few weeks would be full of sex with his girl, the act something she'd become obsessed with because she could make a sound whilst he was buried balls-deep within her.

It ended up driving the rest of the team mad, especially Tony. Y/n would try and pull Steve out of conference meetings, tease him throughout briefings and debriefings, keep him up all night when they had nothing to do the next day, just so she could hear her own voice again.

And don't get steve wrong - the sex was wonderful, like entering heaven, but the tiredness that ensued and pulled his whole being down like an anchor wasn't so great.

Everyone noticed it, but Steve would brush them off - after all, he only wanted to see y/n happy, and he loved hearing her voice, no matter how strained it currently was.

So when the team got back from their mission the first time they slept together, devoid of Bucky, Steve and the rest of the team decided to keep the rest of their missions to find the winter soldier on the down low. The shear disappointment steve had seen in y/n's eyes when they told her shattered him, made him want to cry as tears slipped down her reddened cheeks.

[britishassistant]

The Villainous Paranoiac Just Wants An Uneventful Holiday (Part 1)

This is not how you wanted to spend your break.

The school was supposed to be empty. Everyone except the Octavinelle trio was supposed to be gone.

Not to say you don’t enjoy your friends’ company but. No magic-using people means no magic-spewing overblots.

You were looking forward to just bringing the fairies their firewood and working on your winter homework while taking the first opportunity in a good long while to unwind with Grim and the ghosts. No investigations to worry about, no weird dreams to get worked up over, no overblots to frantically try and survive.

You wanted a break.

This? Marching 10km into the desert with the rest of Scarabia dorm for the third day in a row due to their leader’s looming psychotic breakdown? This is not a break.

Although...

There’s definetely something rotten in Scarabia dorm, you think to yourself as you watch Viper-senpai hand out skeins of water. Kalim-senpai had no problem using his unique magic yesterday, and yet today he acted like Grim had mortally insulted him when he asked for a repeat performance.

If the outburst had been after two or three other instances of Kalim-senpai using Oasis Maker and receiving what he felt were insufficient thanks for it, then his current attitude would make a little more sense. But taking umbrage after using it just once? And being universally praised by everyone else the rest of the day for it?

It doesn’t add up.

Even deranged behavior has some sort of internal logic to it, as Rosehearts-senpai and the Rules of the Queen of Hearts have taught you. Even with how nonsensical all 810 rules are, it’s rare to find a scenario where one rule actually conflicts with another— all of them usually work smoothly in tandem with the goal of having an orderly unbirthday party in mind.

Even if they do violate most forms of dignity and common sense.

Kalim-senpai’s behavior though? It’s erratic without rhyme or reason, bouncing from nice to mean and back again seemingly as he enters and exits a room. He insists you and Grim stay and participate in this asinine “training”, despite the fact that you both belong to a different dorm, and are technically rivals to Scarabia in Magift and exams.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say it’s almost like he’s trying to imitate Rosehearts-senpai before his overblot—and doing poorly at it.

And with how much Viper-senpai has been invoking parallels between the current situation and what happened back then...

The smartphone Crowley gave you is a cold, heavy weight in your pocket. Its charge ran out yesterday, which is unsurprising given how many times you dialed and redialed the dumb bird headmaster’s number only to be met with his voicemail. You can probably recite that stupid message by heart now. You’ve heard nothing from Ace and Deuce either.

One thing is clear; no one’s going to help you out of this mess but you.

“Kalim-senpai?” You brace yourself as you step towards him. “Can I ask you something?”

“What could you possibly question me about?” He barks, glaring down at you haughtily.

“Well, I was just wondering, what’s the point of all this?” You fight to keep your nerve as his posture stiffens. “I don’t mean any disrespect, none at all, but you do want everyone to do better in Magift and exams, don’t you? I was hoping you could explain to me how the parades and defensive magic training are supposed to do that. I apologize for my ignorance, I’m nowhere near as smart as you, but could you please tell me why we don’t just practice Magift and brush up on the class material inst—”

Your head’s ringing.

You think you hear faint yelling, though it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere far away.

Your cheek aches.

Numbness blooming into a sharp stinging throb that feels like it’s growing with every second that passes, burning hotter than the sun above you.

You cautiously poke your tongue against your teeth, but none feel loose, thank the Seven.

Damn, the desperate, near-hysterical thought flits through your head. Even a pampered rich boy like him has strength behind his hits, huh?

The rest of you is just trying to process what the Hell just happened.

“How. Dare. You?!”

Asim-sama looms over you, red eyes burning with fury.

It’s a fight to keep yourself from curling into a terrified ball under his gaze, tucking into yourself as though seeing less of you would abate the anger, the shouting, the hurt, like you used to when you were a child.

“You dare to question my methods, my leadership of this dorm?! You? A sniveling street rat leeching off my hospitality?! Do you know who I am?!” He rages. “I am Kalim al-Asim! I am the Head of this dorm! I don’t have to explain ANYTHING, justify ANYTHING to the likes of you!!”

You knew, you knew you were pushing your luck when you first asked, but you thought it would just be yelling, like it was before. You can handle yelling, nothing Asim-sama can say could ever be worse than what you’ve already heard.

You didn’t think he’d hit you.

You didn’t think he’d hit you.

You didn’t think—

“DON'T YOU TOUCH MY MINION, FGNAH!”

Your arm whips out almost on instinct.

You jolt forward slightly as Grim collides with it, hissing and spitting like he really was an irate cat, the flames in his ears flaring brightly enough that some detached part of you is worried about getting burned.

The other Scarabia students are reaching for their magic pens.

“Lemme at ‘im! Lemme at ‘im!!” Your friend howls, fighting to get past you. “Forget butt on fire, I’ll BURN IT TO A CRISP FOR HURTING MY MINION!! I'LL STEAL EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AND SELL IT FOR LUXURY TUNA!! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CROSSING THE GREAT GRIM—”

“No, Grim.”

Your friend halts in his flailing to stare uncomprehendingly at you. “But Yuu—!”

“It was my fault.” You say, trying to keep as much emotion out of your voice as possible. Tears and trembling only show weakness, only make them worse. “Asim-sama was just correcting me. He was right to do so. I shouldn’t have questioned him. I overstepped my bounds.”

Asim-sama sniffs. “At least you know your place. Be glad I don’t punish you anymore than this.”

“What?! He slapped you for asking a question, you can’t possibly believe—” You gather Grim into your arms and hug him close. You quietly thank the Great Seven you at least have him, trying to hide the quiver in your limbs by burying your face in his fur.

But that’s exactly why you can’t let him do this. It’s just the two of you, you can’t win against an entire dorm of wizards like you did against the ghosts. Maybe if Ace and Deuce and Jack were here...but it’s just you. You need to protect your friend in the only way you can. “We can’t win this. Please, Grim.”

You feel him grumble, then a paw carefully pushes at your forehead. “Hrm...I’ll show mercy for now, so geroff already. It’s too hot for you to keep hugging me like this, I’m cooking here fgnah.”

Despite saying so, he settles onto your shoulder, tail smacking your arm as it flicks irritably.

“If you’ll excuse me, Asim-sama.” You duck your head slightly. “I will remove myself from your sight and head back early as penance for my behavior. Once again, my deepest apologies for insulting you.”

Asim-sama gives you a curt, dismissive nod.

You turn and make your way through the crowd of Scarabia students, snatches of muttered conversations floating to your ears.

“How could he—?”

“Just for a question?”

“Isn’t that going too far...?”

“Unforgivable...”

“Prefect.” Viper-senpai takes you by the shoulder, turning you to face him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You reply monotonously, eyes on the sand below you. “Just...just need to be by myself for a bit.”

His lips purse and you can feel him study your face. He presses a full water skein into your hands. “Take this. Even if it’s not as cold as I’d like, it should help with the swelling some. Plus you need to stay hydrated out there.”

“Thank you, Viper-senpai.” You nod, keeping your eyes down.

“And Prefect?” He squeezes your shoulder, voice lowering only a fraction. “I am truly sorry about this. All of this. It will not happen again, you have my word.”

It would’ve been a nice apology, had you not caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face.

You nod, making sure not to outwardly react to that or to the way the whispers of the other Scarabia students turn from the condemnation of their dorm head to the exaltation of the vice dorm head. You begin following the tracks in the sand back to the main dorm.

The sun beats down on your back as you take a swig from the skein and pass it to Grim to drink from. He’s still grumbling about how you should’ve let him recreate his rampage at the entrance ceremony.

For your part, the distance and good company have let you pull yourself out of that headspace enough that you can try and look back objectively on what happened.

Your mind keeps circling back around to one question: why did Asim-senpai hit you?

Based on your interactions before this, Asim-senpai doesn’t seem to be the type to resort to physical violence as a first response, or even a last one. Which means something in your question likely backed him into a corner enough that the normally pacifistic dorm head felt lashing out physically was the only way to get you to stop.

...Like the fact that he couldn’t answer it?

Even when screaming abuse at you, his ultimate response was that he wouldn’t explain himself to you. Is that because he didn’t want to? Or because he couldn’t? Does Asim-senpai himself not know the reasons behind his own actions? But how can someone act without knowing or meaning to, without being under the influence somehow?

Under the influence.

People acted without knowing or meaning to thanks to being under the influence of Buchie-senpai’s Unique Magic during the Magift incident. But he went home, you saw him leave, so what...?

You pull out your notebook, flipping through the pages with sweaty hands until you get to your records of the testimonies from the incident. You scan through the testimonies from Scarabia students, hoping to find something, anything—

Oh.

Oh.

“Motherfucker.” You hiss, staring at the page in dismay. You are an idiot. You are the biggest idiot, you make Deuce look like a genuis, how could you forget about this?? It was only the key testimony that helped pinpoint Buchie-senpai and Savannahclaw as the culprits behind the injuries. And it explains so much— why you kept agreeing to stay here despite wanting to go back to Ramshackle so desperately, almost like your mouth was speaking without your consent.

“Minion?” Grim asks, pushing the water skein back onto you. “What’s wrong?”

You snap your notebook shut and slide it back into your pocket, taking another fortifying swig from the skein. “Grim? Think we can get back soon enough to work on the escape route in our room before the others arrive back for lunch?”

“If we pick up the pace a bit, yeah.” He hops back onto your shoulder. “But what’s the rush? We have all night tonight to work on it.”

“Let’s just say the sooner we can get out of here, the better.” You mutter, cogs and gears turning in your head as a tentative plan begins to form.

This is not how you wanted to spend your winter break.

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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Self Indulgent Shigaraki Nonsense Part 2!

Tomura Shigaraki x pregnant!reader headcannons

Lmao I'm obsessed with this idea, I'm having so much fun with it. I love it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy related issues.

(I couldn't find the original artist for this, but just know that someone out there is a very talented artist lol)

After the initial reaction,

Shigaraki doesn't want to take you back home to the others. He doesn't want anyone to know.

He still wants you to get an abortion. It makes you feel, unwanted. The more he mentions it, the more it hurts you.

You knew he wouldn't be happy or excited about this, but neither were you. This just, hurt.

He stayed with you a few more nights in the hotel. He didn't want to leave your side, apart of him was afraid you'd still run. That you'd choose the baby over him. The other part, wanted desperately to protect you. To keep you safe and to him, an abortion would.

It would leave you free and untethered to him. He knew, objectivley, you shouldn't be with him. And he knew that if you ever needed to, in order to keep yourself safe, he would understand. But the idea of losing you made him unreasonably upset. What felt like sadness would soon turn to rage. He just, didn't want to lose you. He thought it was selfish of him to think that way, but he couldn't help it. It tore him apart from the inside out.

The years of having you around made him emotionally dependent. You cared for him in ways no one else had. He stayed up at night wondering where you had been his entire life. You felt like a missing piece of a puzzle.

He layed with you in bed one night, unable to sleep. He watched your sleeping form, the way your chest heaved up and down with every breath. His eyes ran over your body as a few fingers pulled away the covers. He eyed your belly. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about it all.

There was already so much he didn't know. He didn't really even understand how you knew you were pregnant or what stage you were at. What would a baby like his look like? Visions of a horrible monster came to mind. No matter what, it was no good. He had to convince you to get rid of it before it was too late. Before it tore you apart.

The basis for his fears were unknown, even to him. He knew thats not how things really worked, he knew his fears seemed ridiculous to you, but still. He felt guilty. He felt a sense of dread as he thought about it. It took two after all. He felt like he had condemned you. He like he had wronged or hurt you.

"This love, loves the trouble." He remembered you saying. He thought you were being foolish, blinded by your feelings to see realisticly. How could you not see? You were doomed. If the monster inside you wouldn't kill you, then it would tie you to him for forever. It'd be born into a world he hadn't solved yet, even if it could help him, it wasn't a tool. If you ever needed to leave, go off and be safe somewhere else, you couldn't. It would always tie you to him. It made him feel sick. You would never have the freedom he wanted for you.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly coming open before you turned to look up at him. He looked down at you, warm tears falling down an emotionless face. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he was crying.

"Uh, Tomura? Whats wrong? You're crying." You sat up and started to wipe the tears away from his cheeks before he wrenched himself from your grasp. He sat on the side of the bed, hunched over, before he got up to use the bathroom.

You sat there in wonder as you laid back down. He was no doubt thinking about the baby again. Baby. The word seemed foreign to even think about. A baby. Lost in thought, Shigaraki came back into the room. The light from the bathroom masking his silhouette in the door frame.

"You have to get rid of it." He mumbled.

"We've been over this before, I'm fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Women have babies all the time, I promise-"

"No...you don't understand. You can't do this to yourself." He shuffled forward to the bed.

"What?"

"Think about it this way, you'll be rendered useless to the league. You and I were dangerous enough, but now,"

"Well damn, I didn't realize I'm such a fucking burden."

"THAT'S NOT-" He bit his tongue. Yelling at you or showing his anger never solved anything, it only made things worse. "You're not a burden. You're in danger. As a villian you run so many risks but the moment you got busy with me, you made yourself vulnerable. You made me, vulnerable. Adding a third into this, makes not only us more vulnerable but them as well. If the heroes knew we were involved with one another the way we are, they'd take advantage. They'd threaten you, they'd kill you if they got the chance."

"Then we won't give them that chance." You uttered. He balled his fists and turned away, holding his head down.

"It's not that simple. You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Tomura. You don't think I haven't thought about all the ways this could go wrong? Tomura, you're all I have. You are my family regardless of a third party, you're my best friend and I love you with everything I am."

"This isn't about me. I can't promise you anything, I can barley keep you safe now. If you choose this, I can't do anything for you. I can't promise your safety or comfort. And especially not happiness." You crawled along the bed in a hurry before reaching out to grab ahold of his wrists. He froze.

"You make me happy." You told him. When he didn't move you spoke again. "You make me happy. All I want is you, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. I'm not asking for safety or comfort, I lost those a long time ago. I'm just asking for you." He stayed silent for a while, not moving or saying a word. The only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. "Tomura?"

"I feel torn." He rasped.

"Torn between what? Your war and me? You don't have to choose."

"No. Not that." He pulled his hand away from your grasp. "You would still choose me, choose me to be a father. Knowing what you know." You pasued and thought for a moment. He watched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult position. But I know you. I know how kind you can be. I know you're whole goal is to create a better world for people, to free humanity. I know the pain you struggle with and the issues you face. But there is no other soul I'd choose over you."

"You're so foolish." He sighed, crumbling as he sat down on the bed. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your forehead against the side of his. "How could a woman so smart, be so ridiculous?" He rested a palm on your knee.

"Love does that sometimes, doesn't it?" You spoke softly.

"It does. It makes me a fool." He turned his head to press his forehead against yours in a sweet gesture.

"For the record, I think you'd make a fine parent." He scoffed at you.

"I doubt I will." Will. Will? The word echoed in your mind.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a smile. Tomura leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You leaned into it and took deep breaths as you ran your hands over his chest. He rested his palm over your hand placed on his knee.

"This isn't a game yknow. We don't get second chances here." He warned, squeezes your hand.

"I know."

"Its still early isn't it? You still have time to rethink." He told you, slowly turning and pulling you in to hold you tightly.

"I guess..." you trailed off.

"Just...if anything goes wrong...if anything happens to you..."

"I'll be fine." You reassured.

"You can't know that. How am I going to keep you safe?" He muttered to himself, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"I'll be more careful, I promise. And I'll stay away from dangerous missions, and I'll stay away from heroes from now on, alright?" You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Just....think it over...please..." He begged.

"Alright...I'll think it over..." You made no promises. With that, Shigaraki agreed to bring you home. Not saying a word to anyone about your whereabouts. Toga asked you privately about your absence, mostly to confirm that you were alright. You brushed it off, saying it was a private mission or something like that.

Toga knew more than the rest. She asked more questions, knew more details. She knew the true extent of your relationship. Being a close friend of yours, she was trusted with more information than most. Others were lucky if Shigaraki even answered questions about your relationship, declaring it was none of their buisness and to leave him alone.

You didn't tell Toga, you couldn't. It wouldn't matter if she knew or not and getting someone else mixed up in your buisness was a bad idea. Life went back to normal, you went about your buisness as usual, but soon symptoms started to become more of a hazard as the weeks passed. Certain smells like cigarette smoke and eggs would make you violently ill. Nausea and fatigue haunting you throughout the day. You'd wake up feeling sore and groggy, unable to shake the feeling. It bothered Tomura.

He'd watch you raise from the bed and shuffle off to the bathroom with a deep stare. Observing you with a dark gaze. For the most part, he kept his opinions to himself. He knew there was little he could do. His only hope was that you would see "reason". If this is how you felt now, imagine your suffering later. The more pain and frustration you experienced, the more Tomura's heart ached. He felt responsible for your pain. Unable to shake the idea that he did this to you.

"Have you given it anymore thought?" He asked you. Entirely out of the blew, and while you were trying to relax no less. You laid on the floor, pillows piled underneath your head as you browsed your phone. Your feet propped up in his lap as he played a game on the Tv. You peered out from behind your phone screen.

"I have."

"And?" He didn't change his position or attitude.

"And what?" You looked back to your screen.

"Isn't the cut off date coming up soon?"

"Sure is."

"You have to make up your mind soon." You paused and thought for a moment. You watched him play.

"I have."

"Well?"

"I still want this." You told him. He paused his game and froze.

"I don't understand..."

"Pardon?"

"I dont understand!" He shouted. His anger directed out to the Tv instead of you. He dropped the controller and let his hands hang limp as he propped his elbows on your shins. "I don't understand... Taking so many risks... because of me."

"Well, we're villians. Isn't taking risks what lifes all about?"

"I...I'm sorry..." his shoulder began to bounce. His head hanging low while he balled his fists. You sat up, realizing he had started to cry. You placed firm hands on his back to rub and comfort him. He cried, his hands coming up to cover his face and wipe away his tears. "This is all my fault..." He squeaked.

"Tomura, sweety, it's okay." You held continued to rub slow soothing circles over his back. The other on his knee in an attempt to ground him.

"I don't understand...why...why you want this...I don't get it...it makes no sense!" He sobbed. "Why, WHY!?" He clung to you, reaching out to dig his gloved fingers into your sweater in an attempt to keep you close. You held him tight, running gentle fingers through his hair. You let him cry a little longer before answering.

"You know how they say 'love makes you do crazy things?'" You started.

"That's not a reason!" He argued.

"Well, sure, but...it's true isn't it. I mean, our relationship is evidence enough, right? But besides that, when I found out, I was scared too. I'm still scared. But the more I think about it, the more I want it. It makes me smile to think about. I get butterflies and its all I can think of. It's like, I'm falling in love with you all over again." He looked up from his place tucked away in your chest. His eyes red and tired from his crying.

"But why me?" He groaned, "you could have this with anyone you wanted. Why me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else," you squeezed him tight with a smile, "I want you." You planted gentle kisses on his tear riddled cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pulling you in to give you a proper embrace. He tucked his face in your neck and took deep breaths, as if to savor the feeling of you so close.

"I'm still sorry," he grumbled, "I got you into this mess."

"Hey, it took two, right? Besides, I don't know about you, but I had fun." You squeezed his thigh, trying to lighten the mood. He squirmed in response.

"Not funny."

"What? For sex that good, I'd let you get me pregnant all over again." You chuckled in his ear. He squirmed again, his grip on you tightening.

"Don't say things like that." He scolded half-heartedly. His voice soft, he was embarrassed. You always knew how to get under his skin. Somehow, the way you did it, Tomura found it endearing. It felt fun and lightheaded the way you teased him. When you first did it, he tried to ignore it, he found you annoying and rude. But as time past, and he found your pestering of your fellow teammates pretty funny, he grew to enjoy your witty banter.

He slowly started to run kisses along your neck. He never really understood what you saw in him. Initially, he thought you wanting to be so close with him was an attempt to gain more power. But there was no evidence to support that, you just genuinely enjoyed his company. He found that bizarre. Tomura was well aware he had a bad attitude and was generally a pain in the ass to deal with.

But you got to him. When you were gone, he missed you. When you made a joke or teased, he laughed. When you were close, he felt warm and comfortable. More comfortable with you than without you. He grew way too attached for his liking. Especially now, he cursed himself for loving you. He called himself selfish and reckless and stupid. He beat himself up for it.

Regardless, if this is what you wanted, he would make this happen for you. But as the deadline came and went, he grew more and more paranoid. If the Heroes got ahold of you, it was game over.

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Here we come with day two of pegoryu week, and it's gonna be the last one I post on time. I'll still be trying, don't get me wrong, I'm just not the kind of person who can write a fic I'm happy with in one day.

Yet.

As always, bulk of the fic is under a cut, link is in the reblogs, and I will daydream of baking you cookies if you share it.

“I did warn you.”

“Not even an arcade, dude?”

“Not unless you wanna get on a train for forty minutes.”

“Ugh. Laaaaame.”

After nearly a month of planning, Ryuji was visiting his boyfriend for Golden Week. One whole month of bargaining with all of their parents, putting aside every last yen they could spare, studying their asses off to earn the trip, and, of course, long phone conversations that were probably about eighty percent “I miss you”s and “I love you”s and “I can’t wait to see you”s. With Akira’s help via video call study sessions, Ryuji even managed to get into the top thirty percent of the class in their latest exams; a new record for him that effectively guaranteed the visit. But they’d been so busy celebrating and planning getting him out to the country that they may have completely forgotten to figure out what they were actually going to do when he got there. So now they were on the Kurusus’ living room couch, Akira cross-legged on one end and Ryuji stretched out across the rest with his head on his boyfriend’s lap, trying to scrape together a date idea.

“I’ll say it again. I warned you. Several times,” Akira repeated while he ran a hand through Ryuji’s hair. “There’s nothing to see here.” Ryuji caught Akira’s free hand, tangled their fingers together, and kissed the back of his hand.

“Yeah there is. You’re here, so I say it’s worth it.” Ryuji grinned as his boyfriend turned pink at the tips of his ears and wrinkled his nose.

“Sap,” Akira grumbled like there wasn’t a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Like they both didn’t know full well how much he liked hearing how happy Ryuji was that they were together, in every sense of the word.

“You love me,” Ryuji said, his grin widening just a little further. Akira’s expression melted into something almost embarrassingly soft as he went back to playing with his boyfriend’s hair. He curled and combed his fingers gently through the short strands, and huffed out a quiet laugh as Ryuji went boneless when he grazed his nails over his scalp.

“Yeah. I really do,” Akira sighed happily and got another kiss pressed to his knuckles. “You’re kind of my hero, you know.” It was something he’d tried to make a habit of telling his boyfriend, even before they were dating. Ryuji still sputtered and objected like it was his first time hearing it.

“You-- I-- that ain’t…” He sat up and shoved a pillow into Akira’s face with a groan. “Now who’s the sap?”

Akira draped himself across Ryuji’s shoulders and planted a kiss on the side of his neck, then smiled against his skin at the shiver that got. “You just have that effect on me, sunshine.” Ryuji grunted in response. “You like it.” Another grunt. Akira blew a puff of air at the back of Ryuji’s ear and laughed when he got swatted away. “Don’t pout. You were right, a date sounds nice. But you gotta help me figure it out.”

His boyfriend sprawled back out on the couch after pouting for a few more seconds, then looked up at him with those big brown eyes he’d been a sucker for since day one.

“Aight, what kind of food you got around here?” Akira could have been exasperated at his boyfriend’s predictability, but a dinner date was more feasible than a movie date, and a lot more pleasant than a gym date. He may have loved Ryuji Sakamoto with all his heart, but he didn’t plan on running again on the regular unless it was for his damn life.

“There’s only like ten places total around here. We’ve already visited three, two of them won’t serve me because the owners don’t like me anymore--”

Ryuji’s head jerked up at that, knocking Akira’s hand free. It was ridiculous how cute the guy was when he was offended. “What?! Why the hell not?”

Akira shrugged and went back to petting Ryuji’s hair in an attempt to soothe him. “Didn’t exactly bother to ask, but probably my record. Cleared of charges or not, my reputation mutated while I was gone and I haven’t really been able to fix it.” Not that he’d tried very hard when he didn’t plan on staying for even a second longer than necessary.

The frown that wrinkled Ryuji’s features was almost comical, but he probably wouldn’t appreciate being laughed at while he was already agitated. Especially when it was on Akira’s behalf. “Ugh, this town sucks, can’t wait to get you out of here. Wait, only probably your record? Why else would they dislike you?”

Akira huffed out another laugh, wry and joyless this time. “My uncle’s a pretty conservative guy, I heard he didn’t react well when he found out I was dating some guy from the city.” Quite literally heard it; he’d been getting ready to visit his cousin and could hear the old man shouting inside the house from the sidewalk. He’d opted to text Yuuta to meet up somewhere well away from their house instead when that happened. And, naturally, the news had mysteriously spread to the rest of town by the end of that week.

Ryuji sat bolt upright and twisted back around to face Akira with a scowl. “Your own effin’ family won’t serve you? What the hell?!” His expression was thunderous, made worse by the doomcloud over his head when he asked. Ryuji almost never got pulled into fights these days and was very proud of that fact--they both were--but Akira was certain that he was ready to deck the old man on sight on his behalf. He’d never encourage it, but the thought still made something in his chest swell a little.

“Just my uncle when I try to sit in. If it’s my aunt or my cousin taking delivery calls, they’ll still take the order. Plus a discount and extra desserts, if Yuuta’s the one who answers.” Akira shrugged, then tugged at Ryuji’s shirt to coax him into laying back down in his lap. He did, albeit begrudgingly, and Akira went back to running his hands soothingly through that remarkably soft shock of bright blond hair. “Anyways, the other five restaurants in town are fast food that you could get back home. So…” He trailed off and watched Ryuji’s scowl soften into an annoyed frown.

“Yeah, pass.” Ryuji closed his eyes, either to think or soak up Akira’s touch as he played with his hair, then cracked one eye open after a moment. “How ‘bout a picnic? You’re a pretty good cook and I bet we could find us a nice spot to just chill.”

That... was a pretty solid idea. Actually, that sounded perfect, and Akira knew exactly the spot for them to set up. He opened his mouth to agree, but was cut off by a low rumble of thunder outside. “...Maybe later this week? The weather should clear up before you have to go,” he said instead. Ryuji pouted up at the ceiling, or more likely up at the sky beyond it for ruining his brilliant plan. Then it was Akira’s turn to pout when Ryuji abruptly sat back up out of reach, but not for long.

The next thing he knew, he was being crowded up against the arm of the couch by one blond bombshell of an ex-track star. Ryuji was suddenly determined to pour himself into his boyfriend’s lap, all mischief and heat as he crawled across the couch towards Akira. He couldn’t think clearly while facing down that wicked grin curving across Ryuji’s face like Haru’s favorite battleaxe cleaving through the air. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d made out. It wouldn’t even be the first time Ryuji had taken the initiative and left Akira a flustered wreck when they did. But since it had been over a month since the last time he’d seen that look face to face, it was having more of an effect than usual, and Akira was left frantically trying to cling to his cool.

“I have an idea, babe.” Ryuji said lowly and Akira’s mouth went dry. Hands bracketed Akira’s hips on the couch as his boyfriend crept closer. “Y’wanna hear it?” Akira nodded and felt heat flare across his skin when he realized Ryuji was keeping that hooded, heated gaze fixed firmly on his lips. “Since your folks ain’t supposed to be back before tomorrow afternoon,” Ryuji’s tone was as light as his body was heavy as he straddled Akira and looped strong arms around his neck, “I was thinkin’ maybe… we could…” Akira was desperately trying to focus on the words being whispered into his ear over his boyfriend kissing his way up his neck and leaving his skin prickling in the wake of every touch.

“Y-yeah?” He couldn’t help the nervous flutter in his stomach. If Ryuji was implying what he thought he was implying... They hadn’t done… that... yet. Even with the house to themselves all day, they hadn’t actually talked about it, in part because Akira hadn’t even thought about it seriously yet. That nervous flutter hadn’t subsided and was starting to feel a little more like an anxious lurch.

Ryuji continued, oblivious to his boyfriend’s nerves with his face tucked against his neck. “We could maybe…” Akira’s hands flexed involuntarily around Ryuji’s hips. He didn’t dislike the idea, just-- His unsteady train of thought was thrown off again when soft lips brushed over his ear. “...watch One Piece together?” After a beat where Akira was left blinking stupidly for several seconds, Ryuji sat back on his legs with a grin that had gone from sultry to shit-eating on a dime. Oh. Okay, he could handle that. “I gotta get you caught up to me, plus I wanna see how much we can get through in one sitting.”

“...you’re truly a romantic for the ages, sunshine,” Akira responded flatly as his heart rate slowly returned to normal. He was teasing back now, because honestly that idea sounded just as good as the picnic, with a lot less effort to set up.

“I know,” he answered confidently, but his smile slipped a little. “Is that a no? I just thought maybe I could buy us dinner from your shitty uncle, and we can cuddle while we take advantage of that big TV with the fancy sound system.” Ryuji gestured hopefully to the flatscreen behind them that was nearly as big as Akira’s bed back at Leblanc.

“Sounds good. Netflix and chill, it is,” Akira declared. When he caught the way Ryuji’s smile and shoulders tightened slightly, he added, “y’know, in the most literal sense.” It wasn’t as though he was happy to see Ryuji nervous, but when his boyfriend relaxed at the reassurance, he couldn’t help but feel relieved that the two of them were on the same page as far as that was concerned.

---

Aki hadn’t been kidding when he said his cousin would hook them up. There was probably double what they’d ordered plus desserts in the bags the guy handed off.

“So, you must be the boyfriend, huh? He talks about you a lot. Y’know, for him.” Yuuta asked as he leaned on the doorway. Ryuji just grinned, because yes, that was him, he was The Boyfriend. Akira’s boyfriend. Akira’s boyfriend. It’d been months and Ryuji still got all giddy about it like it was brand new. Yuuta interrupted his thoughts when he called out past Ryuji to where Akira was sitting and watching TV, “Man, talk about punching above your weight!” Ryuji blushed and opened his mouth to object before Akira could start bragging on how amazing Ryuji was.

Apparently Akira had other plans, because before he could, two sharp whistles rang out behind Ryuji and he reacted basically on instinct. It was the signal Akira had always used to mean duck or you’ll get hit in the Metaverse, and Ryuji’s knees buckled with almost no input from his brain. He had just enough time to worry if he’d spilled the food--thankfully he hadn’t--when one of the couch throw pillows whiffed past his head and nailed Yuuta in the face.

“ACK! The fuck, dude?! See if I give you free dessert again, jackass,” the guy yelled and hucked the pillow back--and missed, from the sound of Akira’s laughter. Ryuji straightened up with a grin as Yuuta turned to him. “How the hell did you two even do that?”

“We’re just cool like that, I guess.” Ryuji shrugged. No need to explain how many times he’d accidentally taken a Lucky Punch or whatever in the back of the head because he got signals mixed up. “Seriously though, thanks for hookin’ us up, dude.” He held up the food and then added a little more quietly, “and, uh, thanks for havin’ Aki’s back while he’s here. It’s easier to not worry if I know there’s at least someone here talkin’ to him besides that damn cat.” That got a snort of laughter out of the delivery guy.

“No problem? I’d say obviously, ‘cause he’s family, but… Well, I’m sure he told you. Our family kinda sucks sometimes.” He frowned, shook his head, then brightened back up. “Anyways, sweet of you to worry. He really did luck out when he found you, huh?” Yuuta said as he stepped back from the door.

Ryuji shook his head. “You got it backwards, man. I’m the lucky one.” He turned back to where his boyfriend was watching TV, now fully absorbed in the show even if he didn’t really look like it. Ryuji couldn’t help the contented sigh that escaped him; he had his boyfriend again and he was going all in on one of Ryuji’s favorite things just because it was one of Ryuji’s favorite things, and it looked like he was actually enjoying it, too. When he turned back, Yuuta was halfway to his scooter, still loaded down with bags of food.

“You really believe that, huh?” He called back. “You keep that attitude, Sakamoto. Even when he’s bein’ a menace, alright? ‘Cause he’s a menace, but he’s my menace, and I’ll serve you up as dumplings if you hurt him!” The scooter rumbled to life and Yuuta added over the noise of the motor, “And you tell him the same thing. I like ya, so he’s gonna be the next lunch special if he’s an asshole to you!”

Ryuji waved in acknowledgment as he sped off, then closed the door and dropped the bag of takeout next to Akira. They paused the episode long enough to sort through the food; a double order of dumplings, pork miso for Akira, spicy vegetable ramen for Ryuji, ginger pork with rice that he was pretty sure they didn’t order at all, and half a goddamn cheesecake for them to split. It was an impressive spread that Akira was already calculating how much was going to be crammed into the fridge at the end of the night.

“Well. Anything we don’t finish tonight can go with us on the picnic?” He suggested as he started on his soup and turned the show back on. They hadn’t made it very far in just yet, and definitely had an uphill battle ahead of them.

Ryuji nodded, mouth already full of noodles. “Shoundsh good to me, dude.” Akira made a face at him like he always did when he talked around a mouth full of food, and Ryuji washed it down with some of the broth. “Family recipe?”

Akira hummed a confirmation around his own food, but paused to actually finish his bite. “Yup. Not as good as the place you took me, but I could just be biased.” Ryuji could hear the smirk in his voice that always cropped up when he was thinking about saying something sappy. Ryuji cut him off before he could, though. Butterflies wouldn’t leave much room in his stomach for ramen.

“I was thinkin’ the same thing. The Ogikubo thing, not the bias thing. Didn’t wanna offend, though.” Ryuji said and took another sizable bite. Even mediocre ramen was still pretty good in his opinion.

Akira chuckled. “Nah. Actually, the ramen there’s always been a little lackluster. I could’ve offered some advice to improve it once I got back, but now? Fuck that guy.”

Ryuji tried not to choke on his food with the laugh that threatened to escape. Scalding, spicy broth shooting out of your nose kinda sucked, especially if you got a noodle along with it. That was an experience he wasn’t keen on repeating. He swallowed down his bite and rasped, “could always pass it on to your cousin. He seems pretty cool when he ain’t threatenin’ to cook us.”

“Ah, you got the shovel talk, then--wait, us?” Akira nodded, but then froze partway and whipped his head around to Ryuji, who nodded in return after clearing his throat.

“Mhm. Said he likes me, ‘n if you break my heart you’re gonna be a lunch special,” Ryuji grinned.

“Asshole. He knows I can’t stand most of what’s in the rotation.” Akira grumbled and pouted into his soup. “What’d he threaten you with?”

“Dumplings.”

Akira’s eyebrows disappeared up into his bangs at that. “Damn, I think he likes you better than me. Uncle’s place is famous for its dumplings,” he explained as he picked the last bit of pork out of his bowl.

“I’m… honored? So is all your family this weird, or is it just you two?” Ryuji asked around another mouthful of noodles. The broth was definitely missing something, but the vegetables were pretty damn good; still pretty crisp but not undercooked. Good flavor on their own, prolly locally grown, too. “Also, how is a place in the middle of nowhere famous for anything?”

“Hey, we still have several other towns nearby, and folks will come here specifically for those dumplings. So you should be honored.” Akira huffed as he popped one of said dumplings in Ryuji’s mouth. Shit, it was pretty killer. Leagues better than his ramen. And of course his boyfriend looked as smug as Morgana when he caught the look on Ryuji’s face. “As for the weirdness? No idea. Around here it’s just me and Yuuta, but I don’t really know much about the ones that don’t live here. Might be because we’re in the middle of nowhere, might be because the ones who live here make a habit of cutting off any undesirables.” Aki shrugged and leaned up against Ryuji. “Maybe I’ll see if I can find any of them when I leave. I dunno.”

Ryuji leaned right back into him and planted a kiss against Aki’s temple, earning himself a pleased little hum from his boyfriend that he felt more than heard. “I’ll be right there with you if you do. I always got your back, babe.” Akira finished his soup and curled up against his side, tucked under one arm. It was nice, even if it meant now Ryuji had to figure out how to eat his ramen one-handed. Eh, he’d figure it out, it’s not like there was much left in the bowl anyway. “So, uh, earlier. You seemed a little tense when I was teasin’ you? And not like usual. I didn’t, like, push too much, did I?”

Akira had suddenly gone very still under his arm. Not the best sign.

“No. But, uh don’t take this the wrong way or anything, I was definitely glad you just wanted to watch One Piece with me. For a second there, I thought you wanted to…” He buried his face against Ryuji’s shoulder. God, his boyfriend was stupidly cute when he got all shy. “...y-y’know. Anyways, I was relieved when you seemed just as nervous about it? Not to be an asshole, but I’m kinda glad it isn’t just me who isn’t ready.”

“Right.” Well, that was that question out of the way, but now he’d paved the way for a new one that’d been rattling around in his head for a while now. God, best case scenario, Akira was probably gonna laugh in his face. Him? Ryuji Sakamoto, of all people, not interested in that? “What if…” He hesitated and tried again. “Well, how long would you be okay with that?”

“What do you mean?” Akira tipped his head up to look Ryuji in the eye. That really didn’t help things, ‘cause even on a good day Ryuji tended to feel small when Akira looked at him like that.

“Like…” Ryuji took a deep breath and steeled himself. “WhatifI’mneverready?” His stomach clenched. There it was, he’d finally said it. Years of wondering if his friends were just exaggerating what they wanted to do with the girls in their class; months of internet research and arguing with himself even when it was the only answer that made sense and trying to backtrack or minimize it with ‘well maybe I’m only kinda like that, maybe I’m that demi thing, maybe I’ll find someone’ to try and soften the blow; a whole year of slowly coming to the realization that that just wasn’t something on the table for him, no matter how attractive Ann was or how close him and Akira got, he just wasn’t wired for wanting that kind of thing, even if he wanted the rest of the sappy, romantic couple shit for as long as he could get it, ideally the rest of his life. All of that had built up to one rushed confession that could make this trip out to the country really effin’ miserable when he still had four more days of crashing at his boyfriend’s place.

“Didn’t... quite catch that?” Akira said after a moment of trying to process what Ryuji had just blurted out. Goddammit. Of course he didn’t.

Ryuji took a deep breath and tried again. “What if… I’m never ready for that? Would that be a dealbreaker?” His heart was hammering as he forced the words out a little more slowly this time. And Akira already looked annoyed. Shit. Shit. He couldn’t look him in the eye and instead stared down at his feet, trying desperately to swallow the queasy feeling in his stomach that threatened to bounce his lunch back up onto the floor in front of him. Ryuji opened his mouth to backpedal, to assure him that if he really wanted to then Ryuji would try for him even if the idea was kind of completely terrifying--

“Of course not!” The sharpness of his tone was what registered first and Ryuji was already braced for a breakup when the words actually hit him. It wasn’t a dealbreaker. It was okay. They were okay. They were... actually okay?

“Wh-- forreal?” Ryuji’s voice cracked embarrassingly and Akira shifted against him, one hand coming up to his chin to make him look at him.

“I already told you, you’re my hero. You…” Akira opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he was looking for the right words and couldn’t find them. One hand cupped Ryuji’s jaw and ran a calloused thumb across his cheek, and Ryuji couldn’t help but press into the touch. “You’re everything to me. I could write books on all the things that make you amazing; your compassion, your kindness, your loyalty, your smile, all of it. So what if we never…” Akira blushed a little, but he seemed determined to power through the embarrassment. “So what if we never have sex? What do I care? I love you, Ryuji Sakamoto, I’m not giving up my sunshine, the best thing that ever happened to me, for anything.”

Ryuji swallowed hard around the lump forming in his throat and buried his face against Akira’s neck. Even away from Leblanc, he still smelled like coffee and curry, still smelled like home. Akira had called it home too, and had told him once that he made Boss’ recipes whenever he was homesick for the cafe, or his team, or… Or for Ryuji. Ryuji wanted to believe him so badly. “It’s easy to say that when you still ain’t ready for it, but--”

“I won’t change my mind,” he insisted so vehemently that no part of Ryuji could even think of an argument. Even the part of him that had been certain for months that even admitting he was asexual to himself would ruin everything. “It’s not like I can’t take care of things myself. And that just means more time for everything else.” Akira paused and pressed a kiss to Ryuji’s forehead. “More time to cook your favorite foods,” kiss, “more time to cuddle,” kiss, “more time to watch our favorite shows, all of it.” Akira dropped one last kiss on his temple and went back to running his fingers through Ryuji’s hair. Then he added, almost too quietly to hear, “for the rest of our lives if you’ll let me.” Let him? He’d fuckin’ beg him if he had to.

“Babe, you’re gonna make me cry,” Ryuji said thickly, as if they couldn’t both feel the wet spots forming on Akira’s shirt from where tears were already streaming down his face. Part of him was still scared he wasn’t going to be enough, and it probably always would be for one reason or another. But for now it was easy to relax into his boyfriend’s embrace and trust that he planned on sticking around a little longer.

Akira kept playing with Ryuji's hair the way he knew he loved and wrapped his other arm tightly around him. He pressed a few more kisses to the top of Ryuji’s head and then asked, “do you need me to stop?” Ryuji shook his head and got another kiss. “Alright. Take all the time you need, sunshine.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“We’re gonna need to restart the episode after, though.”

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Their best sexual characteristic | Haikyuu!! Headcanons 』

Part 5/?

Characters: female!reader, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, headcanons, imagines

Attention: All characters in this series are aged up to be at least 18+

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: These headcanons really are getting longer each time 😫 But I had a surprising amount of fun writing these ones. Hope you can tell that by reading them! Previous parts are linked at the bottom of the post. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! ♡

Miya Atsumu

» His dirty talk

First off: that voice. I think y'all know what I'm talking about literally orgasmic

It's so deep, and smooth, and relaxing in a way that just gets you going. There's just something about it that makes you rub your thighs together if ya get me

And when he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice feels like he's caressing you all over yes all over

You basically get high off his voice. Cloud nine ☁️😍

He absolutely loves to talk dirty to you, telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you look with your mouth around his cock, or how you're taking him inside you so well hnng

He's got a knack for choosing exactly the right words, and it gets your pussy dripping and aching for him

He always says about how your pussy feels like it was made for his cock

It fits so snug. Loose enough that he can fuck you whenever, but tight enough that he has to work for it

Astumu really loves teasing you – taking his time and priming you with his dirty talk, experimenting with just how close to the edge he can get you when he's hardly even touching you confident little shit, I love him

And it's pretty close

He's exactly the kind of guy to take over an hour making you desperate and horny for him, enjoying the view of your sensitive body squirming beneath him, craving some kind of release

Seeing you like that for him, all just with his words and the occasional well placed hands, boosts his ego to no end as well as making him literally rock hard, aye papi

And the sounds you make when you're a hot, horny mess~

Lord, he wants to record them on his phone and play them back full volume when he jacks off

Honestly, he just wants to record you in general. Take a video of you mewling for him. Maybe snap a pic from above of you with your top pulled up over your tits, nipples hard, thighs pressing together, and with the most desperate look on your face so he has it...you know...for later...

But he'd never actually do any of that without your consent, just to be clear

He'll do this until all you want – all your can think about – is having his cock inside you

And he can be ever so slightly mean and make you beg for it, with that cocky, lidded gaze and a faint smirk again – the little shit. But I love him

"What is it that you want, babygirl? I need to hear you say it. Don't be shy. Use those big words of yours."

But he'd never be so mean as to deny giving it to you. He always planned on fucking you until you can't walk please, oml

Besides, while he's been getting you all riled up, he's been getting just as flustered and desperate. He can just hide it pretty well because he relishes the process

And it's not all just talk, either. Astumu really delivers prime dick 🙌 let me tell you

But the dirty talk doesn't stop there

He uses that voice of his and those delicious words to drive you closer to your climax, his words getting cruder as his hips get sloppier, praising you to no end

He's not shy about what he thinks. He's incredibly straightforward about it

You're making him fucking horny? He'll tell you. Your pussy is the best he's ever fucked? He'll tell you flat out while he's pounding into you. He thinks you look beautiful stuffed with his cock? He won't even hesitate

Communication is key, ya know?

Astumu is a great sexter, too. He has you rushing home on a regular basis to get dicked down omw, lol

And he can't resist whispering dirty nothings in your ear in public, watching you twitch as you get flustered and needy he thinks it's really fucking adorable

The hottest shit since fire was discovered

But underneath that confident, teasing exterior, he's actually super soft for you

You mean the world to him, and his dirty talk is just a declaration of it. His little way of saying 'I love you'

And he's just as whipped for you and your pussy as you are for him and his cock

Awwww. Guys, true love is real 🥺

Miya Osamu

» He loves mutual masturbation

Is it a kink? A fetish? Yeah, pretty much

There's just something really fucking hot to Osamu about getting each other off/getting off in front of each each other

Like, stroke his cock while he's fingering you, and he's cumming in 2 minutes tops

Does it fully replace regular sex?

Nah. Osamu is still down to jump your bones, like, 80-90% of the time lmfao

But he's a pretty practical guy, you know?

He knows that people don't always have the time or the energy, or sometimes even the enthusiasm, to go ~all the way~ every single time

Even for a quickie which he is a fan of, tbh

So he sees mutual masturbation as a great alternative

You both get what you want, you get to do it together, and it really, really turns him on win-win, tbh

Plus, this way, he generally gets a better look at you while you two are going at it he loves a good view

He's a ~connoisseur~ if you will

Osamu is also really into thigh riding and dry humping not just for practicality, either

It's not uncommon for you to crawl onto his lap or thigh when he's busy at home and you're feeling needy, and slowly start grinding on him to get his attention

He might try and ignore you at first, play a little game of will-he-won't-he before he stops doing to whatever it was he was doing before and gives in to you

He'll never turn you away if you're desperate enough to start riding him like that. He's like, 'Damn, she really wants me, huh? 🥵'

Even if he wasn't horny before, he sure as hell is once you start rubbing yourself against him like that

He doesn't even really understand his fascination with all this stuff himself. Like, is it the fact that you're still wearing clothes? The extra friction? The intimacy? The neediness of it? Who knows 🤷‍♀️

All Osamu knows is that it makes his dick stand up faster and straighter than a patriot hearing the national anthem, lmfao, sooo....

He tries to let you do your thing when you're grinding against him like that, but his hands normally find their way to your hips and start firmly working you down into his crotch or thigh, harder and faster

He just can't help himself. The more he gets turned on, the more is hands wander they're kind of cold and it sometimes makes you jump or shiver

If he was being entirely honest, he'd admit how much he loves the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against him, or the feeling of your juices seeping through his trouser leg, making a beautiful, glistening mess but he's rarely that honest, unlike his brother, lol

Definitely the kind of guy to casually lick his fingers after making you cum around them 👅 he may or may not kiss you directly after

His face can be a little hard to read sometimes, but he gets this particularly hungry look in his eyes whenever he's turned on that sends a tingle up your inner thighs *eyebrow wiggle*

The proximity when you're getting each other off is a big win for him – the heat, the panting, the intensity, the little or not so little sounds that escape your lips~

It's all so steamy. It really gets his blood pumping to his diCK

When he's turned on, he gets a little blush across his cheeks that spreads to the tops of his ears you love seeing it from your vantage point when you're straddling him

One thing is certain, though, and that's that he wouldn't do this kind of thing with just anyone

There's something about mutual masturbation, thigh riding, etc. that's very intimate and personal to him, and he'd only do it with someone that he really loves and, perhaps even more importantly, trusts

It's an honour, my gal 😌 He doesnt open up to just anybody 🥺

Sakusa Kiyoomi

» His cum kink

So, a 'cum kink' is pretty vague, as it can mean literally almost anything to do with cum make sure you do you research, my peeps

But Sakusa has a pretty specific cum kink, and that's that his goes inside you

Doesn't really matter if it's your mouth or your pussy I'm not going to say ass, because I feel like that's a big no-no for him

He just likes it going inside you. Swallow it, hold it in by laying on your back with your legs up – whatever. All good to him

But!

It's not a breeding kink thing. It's actually surprise, surprise because it's cleaner. Less mess

Now, Sakusa holds great pride in being able to make you cum, and duh he likes the feeling of himself cumming. He just doesn't want it getting everywhere

Cum is a nightmare to clean out of stuff!! And he wears a lot of black, so it's not a good mix!!

Legit, don't get cum stains on black clothes, guys. 100% not a good time 😭😭

The reason for it isn't the hottest or most romantic thing in the world, but like I said before:

He loves cumming inside you

Just, for the love of God, don't let it all flow back out again please. If not for his sanity, then for your own, because he will fucking go off 😭😂

Condoms are normally a must again, for hygiene reasons

Wrap that shit up, my dudes

But if you get to the stage of your relationship where you're wanting to try going raw and maybe have a baby then~

Damn, this man is going to absolutely destroy your pussy 😩

And if you happen to have a little breeding kink yourself, then you're in for a treat, my gal~

He'll definitely play it up just for you, and will not shut up about how he's going to fill you up until you're fucked out and your pussy is stuffed to the brim with his cum

When you're done, he'll literally take a firm hold your legs and keep them up in the air to stop his cum escaping *sweats in breeding kink*

Rest in pieces if you have a bad gag reflex, because Sakusa enjoys deep-throating, and literally cumming straight into your stomach lmao, and he's a big boy, so prepare yourself

Again, no clean-up = ideal

He can normally be a little rough, but he is the GOD of hate/angry/frustration sex. Like, taking out his stress and frustration in bed just makes it even better

He can be a little iffy about giving you oral or fingering you, though. 'Tis a bit messy for his tastes

He doesn't like to make you do all the work, though. It makes him feel lousy

So one time he offered to finger you while wearing a pair of those latex gloves that doctors wear lmfao, gold star for Kiyoomi. He tried 😭

And I'm not even remotely exaggerating when I say he will outright refuse to have sex with you if you have a cold

Exchange of bodily fluids when you're ill is a big NOPE did you honestly expect anything else? 😭

This isn't even about his kink anymore. Whoops 🙃

♡°☆°♡°☆°♡

Part 1: Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo

Part 2: Ushijima, Suga, Bokuto

Part 3: Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Asahi

Part 4: Kageyama, Noya, Tendou

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

What A Feeling

Harry skips an important press conference with One Direction, deciding he'd rather go on a road trip with his best friend

A/N: might make this a series. Let me know your thoughts

He shut his phone off, tossing it away. He didn't want to look, see all the texts asking him where he was, why he wasn't at the conference. When the cab stopped outside his hotel he hopped out quickly, running into the building to find Y/N and tell her his plan.

Y/N was hanging out in her joined room when Harry came in. She usually came with him to the states when One Direction had conference's or tour's. She was his best friend and he said she was his 'piece of home'.

"Harry?" Y/N said, a look of confusion on her face as he began to grab her things, shoving them into a bag. "What's going on?"

"We're leaving."

"What?"

The paparazzi had triggered it. This sudden need to get away from it all. He had been taking a picture with a fan when they shouted at him about being a sex symbol. He was tired of it. He never asked for that. He loved women sure, but would never disrespect them. Not on purpose. He needed a break. From all of it.

"Harry slow down." He paused, Y/N's hand finding purchase on his arm. He looked at her with glassy eyes. "Talk to me."

"We don't have much time."

"Please?"

"Alright." He slung her bag over his shoulder. "I'm tired Y/N. Of all of it. The game, the harrassment. I'm exhausted. I just want to get away for a while, drive down to Mexico....are you coming with me?" He asked the last part quietly. He would never force her to go. But he needed her and he knew she would.

Y/N could see the desperation in his eyes, the exhaustion. He worked so hard and all people saw was his body, his date's. Some fans even thought they were dating. Not that she'd object, but she was his best friend first. Always.

"You know I'll follow you anywhere." She responds, her voice reassuring him. He grabs the room key, slipping it into his pocket.

"Quickly. Before someone sees."

"I don't know where the hell he is. Call again." The boys watched as Management flailed, trying to find Harry. He is course, had confided in them his plan, and though they weren't thrilled, they understood why he needed it. When management asked they acted dumbfounded.

"Okay boys when they ask, tell them Harry's sick. "

The convertible was nice, light blue, top folded down, 1965 mustang convertible. Y/N was in love with it as she ran her hand down the length of the car.

"Ya like this one?" Harry asked, grinning at her from the other side of the car. She nodded.

"Very much so." He paid cash, not wanting management to be able to trace him. They controlled everything, but he'd be damned if he let them find him now.

They threw their bags into the back, climbing into the front and sliding across the bench sheet. Harry put the key in the ignition, the car came to life with a purr.

"Damn. Listen to that Y/N." He grinned at her cheekily, excitement dancing in his eyes. "Did you ditch your phone?" He asked.

"Yes, but Harry what about Gemma and your mom?"

"We can find a payphone?"

"They still have those?" He chuckled, pulling away from the car lot. The reality of the situation, however exciting it was, started to wash over Y/N.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"This is crazy, you realize that?" He doesn't say anything, just puts his sunglasses on, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "We're not prepared."

"Where's the fun in that? We're being spontaneous."

"But how do we know where we're going? And we don't have food-"

"Y/N." Harry turned his head to look at her as he stopped at a stop light. "Haven't I always taken care of you? No matter what?"

"Yes Harry but-"

"Relax," he said, turning to look at the road again. "Everything's gonna be fine." He pulled a folded up map out from beneath his butt. "We're doing this the old fashioned way love. Gonna drive down from New York to Mexico. Maybe even further if we want." She watched his fingers flex on the steering wheel. "Jus' need a little break is all....I'm glad you came with me."

Y/N smiled, relaxing into the seat. Harry reached out, holding his palm up, she weaved her fingers between his, gripping his hand tightly.

"No distractions, no rules to follow. Just me, you and the open road."

"That does sound really nice." Y/N said wistfully.

"Yeah it does." Harry agreed.

They stopped at a grocery store. Harry let Y/N go in. He didn't want to be noticed. While she was gone he worked on a playlist for them, music to rock out to while they drove, writing down the tapes they should get the second they found a record store.

While he did that he didn't realize the world was in an uproar. 'Where's Harry' trending worldwide as people searched for him. Louis had managed to get ahold of his mom. He kindly explained the situation and though she was angry she understood and she knew he would call her when he got the chance.

"I got the provisions." Y/N said, handing Harry a bottle of water as she got back in the car. Harry was eyeing the map now, the sun was starting to set. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"If we go here," Harry pointed at the map, showing her, "we got a straight shot. Not much fun I think. But if we go through here," he dragged his finger along the map. "We could see some mountains and things I think."

"That'd be fun." Harry smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Harry this is your trip." She placed her hand on his knee. "This is what you need. We'll do it your way." He pursed his lips, brows furrowing in thought.

"I think....I think we should take the long way. Enjoy the scenery." Y/N smiled, taking the map from him.

"You drive and I'll man the map?"

"Always a team player." She giggled as he turned the car back on, loving the way it roared to life.

"Only with you."

[firemblem-fics]

Smitten Kitten [Finale]

one | two | three | four | finale

-> Pairing: Felix x Female!Reader | Hybrid!AU (mostly platonic idk)

-> Warnings: Abuse mentions, Like Two Sex Jokes, Yelling

-> Genre: Angst, Fluff

-> Word Count: 1.6k

-> Summary: You never wanted to be involved with hybrids. They were risky and had too many rules for you. But what will you do when a little black and white cat that you take in turns out to be the very thing you steered clear of?

-> A/N: Okay so the more i wrote this the more i realized it was more platonic than anything and also it barely fucking features felix and i’m just very unhappy with it i suppose ... maybe in the future i’ll rewrite idk i’m really sorry for this i kinda hate it but i’ve been working on it for so long i didn’t want to make people wait longer

Soon, the bell rang once more and you turned your head, finally making eye contact with those red eyes you'd been longing to see for weeks.

"Fe!" You nearly stumbled forward as you rushed towards the hybrid, your heart leaping as you reached out to-

"Don't touch him!"

Karen's shrill voice was like an invisible wall that was keeping you away from Felix. You almost shrunk back as she yelled, but you stood tall. The Hybrid Services needed to see that you were strong and fully capable of taking care of Felix and you were determined to do just that.

You only looked at Felix expectantly. He went to walk over to you, but was stopped with an extremely harsh tug on his leash. He hissed at Doug, who was talking to an HPS officer with a hardened gaze.

Karen, on the other hand, walked coolly up to you. "What's your problem?" She sneered.

"My problem? You're hurting Felix."

"We're just disciplining him," She rolled her eyes, "Sometimes a savage animal needs a few hits to get the rules in their head. Felix plays too many games that we don't feel like dealing with."

"Then why do you keep him?"

"Have you seen the boy? He's gorgeous. He's won multiple awards and thousands of dollars at Hybrid Shows. A bit of pain is worth the prize."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "He's gorgeous, yeah? Is that why you felt the need to cover his bruises with makeup? I took care of Felix for two months and he never caused any trouble. He was polite, respectful, thoughtful, and never once did he need to be 'punished'. He's not the problem- you are."

"Why you-"

"Mr. and Mrs..." An officer called the couple away from you. He began showing them all of the messages between you and Felix- proof of their wrongs.

You, on the other hand, turned to the cat-boy and finished what you started, throwing your arms around his torso and squeezing him tightly. In return, Felix only stiffened up. He didn't know where to put his hands, choosing to rest them on your shoulders as his chin laid on the crown of your head. You only got a few seconds of alone time before another pair of arms wrapped around the two of you.

"How sweet, a reunion! I'm sniffing out a kiss and some 'I missed you' sex later on- OW!"

Felix's hand went from your shoulder to Sylvain's stomach, stopping him in his sentence. "Go fuck yourself."

"Only if you watch me~"

You laughed, pulling back from the hug and looking over at Ashe, who was now engaged in a conversation with one of the HPS officers. You were more than thankful to have him at your side. Ashe had gone through the same little trial to get custody of Sylvain, so he was more than willing to help you get Felix out of his shitty situation as well.

Ashe had explained to you how Hybrid cases worked. Evidence would be presented to officers or a Hybrid Facilitator, such as Nancy, and they would make the call as to what happens next. You would be presenting evidence of Karen and Doug’s abuse to them and asking for Felix to be placed in your care. Lucky for you, Felix could speak on your behalf as well since he had stayed with you for two months.

You were scared. Felix was a big boy. He hid his emotions and stayed strong throughout the shit that his owners put him through, but even the strongest people have their limits. Unfortunately for you, Felix was still a hybrid. Legally considered an animal and treated as even less.

You couldn’t give him the freedom that he deserved, but you would try your damn hardest to give him a happy life.

You nearly teared up thinking about it and Felix must have noticed, for amidst his and Sylvain’s bickering he subtly placed his hand on the small of your back. It stayed there when the officers gathered everyone together, letting both sides present their cases. You spoke first.

“Two months ago, I found a little black and white cat in a dumpster. He was cold, hungry, and unhappy. I took him in and learned later on that he was Felix. Felix stayed with me for two months. I was under the presumption that he was kicked out of his old home- that was what he had told me, anyways.” That earned you a glare from the man beside you. “But I sheltered him for about two months, waiting for someone to come looking for him. They never did, so I took him here to get some papers filled out and make him legally… mine.”

You spat out the last word. God, did you hate the idea of having a human as a pet. Felix’s thumb brushed your back again, providing you with his own quiet form of comfort and amping you up to continue.

“I came, got some papers, and left. I should have known that he would have had papers under Doug and Karen’s name, but since I believed that they no longer wanted him, I went ahead and took ownership. Then they came up to my door later that day and took him. He had actually run away from them.

Felix put up a fight at first- he didn’t want to go. I gave him Sylvain, the other hybrid’s, phone so that he could still message me if he needed anything. The minute he left, he sent me a voice recording of those two screaming at him in the car. Since then, all of those messages had been sent as evidence that Karen and Doug have threatened him and harmed him emotionally, verbally, and physically. I want Felix to stay with me. They called him a behavioral issue, but I know how to treat him. I’ve never had an issue with him. Ever. I want full ownership of Felix Hugo Fraldarius.”

Nancy nodded and pointed to the couple, who were fuming on the other side of the room. Karen practically stormed up to Nancy and the officers, her face redder than Sylvain’s hair and voice more annoying than Sylvain himself.

“She obviously stole Felix from us!”

“What the fuck?” Said hybrid suddenly interrupted. An officer shushed him and motioned for Karen to continue.

“Felix is an award-winning, purebred Fraldarius tuxedo cat. He’s won thousands of dollars in prize money and trophies and awards, so of course a lower class girl like her would want such a high end Hybrid. He would win her money. She could have easily turned him into the facility, but she didn’t, so she stole him from us!”’

Karen had a point- you should have turned Felix in, but you couldn’t. The little cat had wormed his way into your heart more and more every day- even if he was kind of an ass in the beginning.

He still is an ass, but a little less now. You knew that when his arm moved from your back to around your shoulders, thumb now soothing the skin there.

“Wh- I didn’t even know he was a show cat until you two showed up and told me!” You defended. His hand gripped tighter as if already trying to hold you back. You were rather ready to tear this lady to shreds, honestly, so he was helping.

“You’re such a little liar- and those videos, too! They’re obviously fake. You don’t deserve Felix, you deserve to be jailed for stealing our precious prize!”

“Prize?! You don’t even see him as a real being with feelings and emotions or anything! Look-“ You suddenly licked your thumb, turning around and swiping underneath Felix’s eye. “He’s got bruises that you gave him and hid. Your face and fist are in that video. I’ve got selfies I took of him and I when he was in my care- there are no injuries, so they obviously happened in your care.”

“And how do they know you didn’t use makeup to hide the bruises you gave him?” Karen accused. God, she really was going the extra mile here. “Listen, little bitch, Felix is ours and he will be if I have to pry it from your little dead fingers.”

“You won’t lay a hand on her.” Felix speaks up. He turns to Nancy and sighs. “I wasn’t going to say anything because my pride heavily prevented me, but I am afraid of Karen and Doug. They have abused me in the last few years that I’ve been in their care and I can’t do it anymore. I can recount every single instance where they have harmed me and I will gladly do it if it means I can get the hell away from them and go with people who actually treat me well.” His face stayed straight as he spoke, his eyes hardened in a desperate attempt to show everyone how he wasn’t affected. Felix never was one to show his feelings- you were proud that he did this.

The officers, who had stayed silent for the entire time, looked at each other.

One sighed and spoke up. “You two are under arrest for Hybrid cruelty and will be investigated further and punished as charged.” He turned to you, “Do you mind if we keep the phone for a while to extract evidence?”

“I mind-“

“Not at all.” You cut off Sylvain, “He can go a little longer without his phone. He needs to go longer.”

The officer thanked you and led the two away, nearly kicking and screaming.

Nancy watched as they left, typing some things into her computer before standing up. “If any of you can follow me to the back, I need to put the proper information on a new collar tag.”

Ashe volunteered and dragged Sylvain back with him, leaving you and Felix alone at the front. You turned back to him and slipped your arms around his waist once more. Felix looked around, making sure nobody was near before holding you back properly this time. A purr erupted from his throat- quiet, but soothing as your ear was pressed against his chest.

“You’re coming home, Fe.”

“I’m already home right here with you.”

[nessamaurice]

Simple, Ch. 9 (Loki x F!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Tony and the Avengers are in desperate need of something like a “babysitter” to have an eye on Loki and teach him “how to human”. He decided to stay on Midgard over the dungeons of Asgard as punishment for his deeds in New York. That’s where you swoop in. A simple receptionist at the Avengers compound. You have to share an apartment in the compound with Loki and damn, he’s a really tough nut. With your open and kind character it seems that you are slowly cracking his shell. But suddenly things are getting twists that will change your life and your relationships there irreversibly.

Story rating: M

Chapter trigger warnings: torture, humiliation, human experiments, captivity, harming, suicidal thoughts, murder/death

Words: 3971

9

It's been a week now since you disappeared. Tony had found several bugs placed in his system that surveyed everything happening in the lab. It turned out most of them didn't work properly so they were useless but one did its job, a simple digital wiretap that recorded everything that was said. That was how they found out about you. Tony cursed and kicked stuff through his lab, angry with himself that this happened. Everyone was just exhausted, haven't slept properly and totally at their limits. They had to rest, otherwise their bodies would force them to. So they agreed on shifts to supervise the program Tony installed to search JARVIS for the virus that kept your bracelet from working. Unfortunately Loki was not common with the earth technology and was clearly not in the state of mind to learn it now properly, so he could do nothing, and it was killing him. All he felt was guilt and anger. He could have stopped you from leaving. He wanted to. But he didn’t. Why? Because of his damn pride. Once again in his life, his decisions led to pure tragedy, not only for himself but for so many more people. Again. And again. AND AGAIN.

Angrily he threw knives at the dummy at the gym. After hittng the same spot over and over again the knives clattered to the floor because there was no space for them to dig into the puppet. He got more and more furious as he stepped towards the dummy, keeping on throwing knives until he stood right in front of it. He started screaming and ripped the dummy in two with his telekinetic powers. He looked above and watched the stuffing slowly falling down on him like snow. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. Touching his neck he realized he was sweating. He never sweat on earth before? Turning around on his heels, he snapped his fingers to make his knives disappear back into his pocket dimension and went to his your rooms to get a shower, ignoring the mess behind him. He tried to distract himself with reading books but that didn't work at all. It was day seven now and after some heavy training he came out of his shower, slipped into his simple brown cloth trousers and green linen tunic, he stared out of the window. The silence was pressing down hard on him and he looked over to your winged chair. Your headphones were laying on it, just where you left them. He grabbed them, put them on and ordered, "JARVIS, play me Y/N's favorite music on this device of her." He closed his eyes, listening to your most loved songs, his wet hair soaking up the fabric on his back, thinking of you.

***

You didn't know how many days had passed, it was just you being awake and falling asleep. But you got four meals in your cell so you assumed it were four days. Together with the time you were forced in that lab chair you guessed it could be about one week now. It was so hard for you to bear the silence. You hated it, so you were playing music in your head, all the songs you knew the lyrics of. You startled as your door opened. Fieberbrunn was standing in the door, looking down at you.

"I think we can continue." His face was blank. He turned around and ordered, "Los, bringt sie wieder ins Labor. Aber achtet mir darauf, dass ihr ihre Wunden nicht zu sehr aufreißt, das wäre nur Energieverschwendung."

You wrapped the linen blanket tightly around your body like a towel as the guard stepped in. He grabbed you by your hair and pushed you along the corridors back to the lab. The sight of the chair let your heart rate rise. You tried to protest but the guard's grip was too tight and he just pushed you forwards. You were forced into the chair again, leather shackles closing around your wrists, ankles and a broad strap over your arms and chest. Fieberbrunn sat down in front of you and while he pierced you with several needles and stuck a bunch of electrodes onto you again. Ripping your blanket down to your hips to connect you with the monitors he explained, "We will make some tests now to prove if my father was right with his suspicions. The questions will not be about something you know, so you can't give wrong answers. The only wrong answer is not answering at all, and for that you have to get punished. Do you understand?"

Reluctantly you nodded. When he was done and turned on all the monitors, he turned around and looked at you. His gaze was empty, almost bored.

"Look at me. How do you think do I feel right now?"

"Bored. You don't really want to be here. But still, you are here for something you hope to find."

"Ah. Fine. Perceptive." He tapped something on one of the monitors. A little tingling shot through the electrodes on the shaved parts of your head.

"Wh- what are you doing?"

"You don't ask questions, you answer them. You are not allowed to speak unless you are asked a question." He didn't bother to look at you while he set up those rules. Studying the monitors he seemed to be pleased with what he saw. He turned one of your hands around in the shackles, palm upwards and laid his palm onto it. Instinctively you wanted to pull away but couldn't, so you were forced to touch his cold, sweaty hand.

"Now, tell me again, how do I feel. And don't answer right away. Concentrate, then answer." He said with the same bored voice and the same blank face.

You stared at him, but what you felt didn't suit to what you saw. Confused you said, "You... you are full of... anticipation. Curiosity. Hope, that your father was right. That you could fulfill his heritage. That you would have made him proud. And hatred, towards the Soldier. You want him dead, but you had to accept you are not in charge of such decisions. And... you are lucky that you aren't. You don't want the responsibility for all that's happening round here-"

His eyed widened and he retreated his hand in shock, pressing it to his chest.

You must have looked as shocked as he. "Why- why do I know this? How? Is it true? What is wrong with me?! What are you doing to me???"

Usually you should get punished for asking questions but Fieberbrunn was so in awe, he didn't realize the violation of his rules.

"Mein Gott, es ist wahr. Er hatte recht! Die ganze Zeit lang hatte er recht! Ich muss das sofort melden!" he exclaimed.

"What? What are you saying? What's going on here?!" Your questions were answered with silence. Fieberbrunn rushed over to grab the phone on the desk. He was speaking something in German, totally excited like a child. You stared down at your hands as if they would start to glow or sparkle any second. How did you know that? Does that come from the electrodes? What kind of tricks is he playing on you? Fieberbrunn hang up and came back. He run several tests with you for hours. You had to touch his hand, the hands of random lab persons. He regulated the electrodes and varied the stimuli to watch the differences in the outcome. You got the headache of your lifetime. As he recognized you getting too exhausted, he sent you back into your cell. He said he could only work on you properly if you were rested. The guard tore you down the corridors by your hair again, not bothering that you stumbled over the blood stained blanket, you had to leave it behind. In your cell were a glass of that thick liquid and a protein bar waiting for you. In that moment you realized that you haven't felt hungry or thirsty since your last 'meal'. You cowered down on your makeshift 'bed', trying to hide your nudity and chewed on that rubbery bar as you heard music playing. You looked around to maybe find the source, but didn't see anything. It took you a while to get that you heard the music in your head. It was like you were listening to your favorite songs, you didn't consciously think of each song and concentrated on it, they just played along in your mind. And there was something else. ...Someone else. You closed your eyes to concentrate on that certain feeling. Your breath went slow and deep.

"Y/N??"

You audibly gasped as you suddenly saw Loki standing directly in front of you, wearing your headphones. You totally forgot that you were completely naked as you stood up and stepped closer to him.

"No, don't touch me, this is just an illusion. If you try, the illusion will fade again." He looked all over you, brows furrowed and his eyes full of concern. "By the Allfathers, what have they done to you?"

You immediately hid your private parts and looked away, full of shame and agony.

"Y/N, listen, do you know where you are?"

Without looking at him you answered, "No, I woke up in a factory hall, naked and blinded by some kind of injection. They said it was meant to stay for one hour but I was unconscious for three. There was a giant iron machine connected to a conveyor. This building is full of corridors, cells and laboratories. I... they gave me a drug that opened my mind to my memories." Your voice almost died in the swallowed tears. "Tell... please tell my uncle... Uncle Tones... that I love him. Still. And always." Your voice finally broke into crying.

"Keep calm, my dear. We will find you and bring you home. Come on, beautiful lady, look at me." His soft words encouraged you to look at his worried face. "We will bring you home, to us. You are not alone."

You sobbed at his gentle promises. "Loki... Thank you. I-" you moved towards him and touched the illusion while you where speaking and the image of him disappeared in a shiny green glow. You came down to your knees, crying badly. You put your arms tightly around yourself since there was no one who could do that for you. As the tears slowly ebbed away and became more quiet again, you could still hear your beloved music. It made you smile and cry at the same time. Seeing his face again ignited your hope. You drew knew strength and said a thank you prayer. Just in this moment your door was opened and your guard took hold on your hair again, bringing you back to the lab. As you were strapped in that awful chair again, Fieberbrunn entered the lab.

"It looks like we don't have time to let you rest naturally. This will help." He held up a syringe with a cloudy blue liquid. Since you had no vascular access already he pushed the needle right into your arm. The cold injection run up your veins, letting them shine dark through your skin. It felt like an intoxication, all your senses wide awake. The light was suddenly so bright and every sound so loud.

"This time we will see what you can do to others." Fieberbrunn explained as he put a simple wooden chair in front of you. The clattering and screeching sounded like a whole battlefield in your ears. A guard brought another prisoner into the lab. He was in chains and overly confused. It was a man, around 50, looking totally devastated. As he realized that a young naked woman sat right in front of him, a dirty smile tugged on his lips. You felt so disgusted you just wanted to punch everyone in the face. Fieberbrunn stood beside you and turned your hand around again, palm upwards. He ordered the guard to place the prisoner's hand on yours. You wanted to pull away again, being disabled by the shackles. "Now," Fieberbrunn said to you, "make him cry."

Confused you looked at Fieberbrunn and back to the man in front of you. His eyes constantly wandering over your body. You felt his arousal and it made you sick.

"Go on. Concentrate on a feeling that makes you sad and send those feelings to him." Fieberbrunn instructed.

And you tried. You tried really hard. But no sad feelings were found inside you, just disgust. You loathed him so much it made your insides twist. Suddenly the expression in his face changed. His gazing stopped and he looked you straight in the eyes now. He wanted to pull his hand away but the guard didn't let him. He pressed his sweaty, rough hand onto yours. Slowly he started to mirror you. It looked like he started to feel extremely uncomfortable in his skin. Then he turned pale within seconds. He leant to the side and threw up on the floor.

"Well, not exactly what I ordered but it that's fine as well for the first time." Fieberbrunn said with a pleased tone. A small nod towards the guard and the prisoner was dragged away again. But he didn't stop to stare at you all the way long, in complete shock. Then, a little girl was pushed into the lab. "Komm her. Setz dich hier auf diesen Stuhl und nimm die Hand dieser Frau." Fieberbrunn commanded and the girl came over, sat down on the chair and took your hand. She looked in your face and you didn't need to touch her to feel her anxiety. "And now, make her cry. And I said CRY. Do what I told you or you get punished."

You stared at the girl for some seconds before you reacted, obviously too long. Fieberbrunn grabbed your face and slid a scalpel across your jawbone downwards. You and the girl simultaneously screamed. Shocked you looked at the girl that was covering the same spot on her face with her hand and then looked at it, as if she expected to see blood.

"Make her cry."

You concentrated and closed your eyes. You could never want to make a child cry. So you thought of something else. You on the shoulders of your uncle, running through the garden in the low sunlight of a late summer evening. As you opened your eyes again the face of the little girl was decorated with the most beautiful smile, pure happiness. You only heard Fieberbrunn sigh next to you, and before you could look at him he pressed your head into the high backrest. He placed his scalpel on your collarbone, pressed it hard into your flesh. You felt it scraping on the bone as you and the girl screamed and cried.

"See? That is crying."

This game went on for hours. New human lab rats, new commands. Every time you did not exactly what you were told you were either slapped or cut. At some point even Fieberbrunn started to get tired. He ordered a little break between the next prisoners. He rubbed his eyes and rolled a bit away in his office chair to pour himself a coffee.

This moment you saw something in your peripheral. Carefully you turned your wrist around and saw the soft green glow of the gem in your bracelet.

***

Just the second after Loki's connection got lost he rushed down to the lab. He flung the door open and told the startled Tony and Bruce what just had happened. He repeated the description you gave him and they began searching for buildings fitting the parameters. He grabbed Tony by his arm to stop him and added, "Tony, she knows who you are. They made her remember."

Tony turned paper pale within 2 seconds.

"She didn't assumed I'd know it, too. She just said I should tell her uncle, Uncle Tones, she'd still loves him. And always will."

Tony took hold on Loki's shoulder as he fought against the tears. Regaining countenance he just managed to mutter "Thank you, Loki.", then he turned to get the search on. Meanwhile the others came down to the lab and searched a radius of one hour distance with any vehicle for a factory that suited. After hours they could limit the results to four factories. They formed four teams and rushed to the landing site. Natasha and Clint took each one of Tony's cars, Steve hopped on his motorcycle and Bruce, Tony and Loki took the Quinn Jet. After half an hour of heavy reticence a green dot appeared on the map on one of the screens, accompanied by a modest 'ping'. The sound ripped Tony immediately out of his thoughts. He nearly jumped at the screen, zooming the map in.

"Oh. My. God. We got her. WE GOT HER!!!" He screamed. Finally his program was able to delete the virus and your bracelet was activated again. You were in the factory where the Quinn Jet was already heading to. Immediately Loki and Bruce were at Tony's side, staring at the screen before their joy kicked in (for each in their own ways; Bruce was loudly cheering, Loki drew a deep breath and closed relieved his eyes as his lips formed a soft smile). Tony was already informing the other team members and they changed their route. Suddenly Tony was hit by a horrific brainwave.

"JARVIS, turn off the gem on the bracelet, NOW!", he screamed at the screens.

***

Your eyes began to fill up with tears as you saw your bracelet shimmering in that beautiful dark, warm green. You concentrated on not to spit out a relieve laugh and quickly looked over to Fieberbrunn to check if he saw something. Luckily he was studying a screen while he drank his coffee. You turned your wrist back again and hoped so badly that they would find you before someone noticed the sudden glowing. Just as you stopped moving Fieberbrunn turned around and came back to you. He put his mug down besides you and said, "Okay, for today we have one last test. It's an important one, fateful for both of you. Bringt sie rein!" he shouted over to the door.

Your eyes widened as you saw the guard pushing the Doc through the door, dirty and chained, with a bloody lip. Her expression was as shocked as yours.

You cleared your throat, "Is... isn't that the do-, uh, nurse that looked after me?" You tried to sound unknowing.

"Uh, yes, could be. We got several of them. She tried to wake up one of our cryostatic soldiers and has to get punished." The guard almost threw her onto the interrogation chair in front of you. She looked horrified. As Fieberbrunn turned away for just two seconds she mouthed 'I'm so sorry', but you didn't understand what she was apologizing for. He unchained her and paid attention to your hands now and you got thunderstruck.

"Warte, was... What is that?" He turned your wrist around and it felt like your heart would break through your ribcage any moment. But just in the second he turned your hand around to look at your bracelet the light got dimmer until it was gone completely. You didn't know what was worse; that he could have find out that this wasn't just some jewelry or that your little green spark of hope died right away after like three minutes. You felt your heart crumble inside your chest.

"Hm. I guess just some light reflection. Okay, let's get this done. Alright. Now, think of suicide."

You just stared at him. "I'm sorry, what?"

He looked you dead in the eye before he said, "I will let you get away with this one now. But I won't repeat myself again. I'm sure you know that feeling. Maybe thought of killing yourself in the last few days. I want you to conjure those feelings of pure and utter despair and project them on her. That is her punishment. And a final test of your skills. This task is not easy so you will have a few minutes more time. Start now."

Your mind felt like it was about to explode. What should you do? They were going to kill her, that was out of the question. But you couldn't do it. How even? How should you bring someone only with your feelings to wanting to end one's life? You were torn apart. You didn't want to do this at any cost. No. Just no.

She felt what you were going through. She whispered, swallowing down the tears, "It's okay. I won't see tomorrow anyways. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She tried to share a smile.

Your mind was running in circles. No. No, you wouldn't do that. No, no, no, GOD NO! Suddenly everything broke free. Everything they had done to you, the humiliation, the torture, the pain. It was like every single cell in your body was on fire. But before you could contain yourself you saw the wave of raging anger and hatred hitting the Doc in front you. God... no... Her face was fury itself. She even moved too fast for Fieberbrunn to react. She jumped off the chair, grabbed it and smashed it right into Fieberbrunn's face. The wooden chair shattered into pieces and while Fieberbrunn was on the floor, trying to see what’s going on through the blood on his face, the Doc took the scalpel from the tablet next to you and rammed it into Fieberbrunn's chest. Just as she tore it out and got ready to stab it in again you heard a loud shot and she stopped mid-movement. The scalpel clattered on the floor tiles and she doubled over to the side, her eyes staring into void. Everything happened too fast, you had not a moment to process. The guard was rushing to you just as the lights went out and earpiercing sirens started to ring. For two seconds you were in darkness and as the red emergency light turned on you saw the guard standing still, mouth open before he got down on his knees and fell right on his face, a dark handled knife in his back. Behind him appeared Loki in his complete battle armor. He took back his dagger as he crossed the room towards you with like 3 steps. Though you were still naked and all over covered in cuts and bruises, your eyes were the only thing he looked at.

"Your saviour is here.", he almost whispered low and soothing as he cut open the leathery shackles that held you back. You were unable to speak, your mind on pause. He gently picked you up and you clasped onto his neck. You looked down at the dead bodies, but the Doc was the only one you really saw. In that second you knew her rigid face would haunt you for the rest of your life. You just shut your eyes, trying to ignore all the noise around that almost made your head burst as he carried you through the corridors. Suddenly you saw bright light through your eyelids. You squinted into the sun and shielded your eyes with one hand. It felt like you haven't seen the sun for years. The fresh air was so relieving and you sucked it into your lungs eagerly. Your drug flooded brain did its best to let your eyes adjust to the brightness and you looked around. Loki carried you straight to the Quinn Jet parking right outside. You heard a well-known noise and turned your head just to see Tony fly over you in his suit and landing in front of the Quinn Jet. It felt like someone would press the 'Play' button in your mind again. Suddenly you were so nervous. You wanted to run over to him and pull him into a tight hug, just like you remembered from the past. But how could you? Even if you'd explain it to him, would he even slightly believe you? You started trembling at the thought. Meanwhile you were only a few steps apart. Just as Loki carefully let your feet touch the ground again, Tony exited his suit, coming towards you. You had no idea what muscle to move next, completely overcharged. He kept eye contact with an expression that confused you; it looked like relief, but so much more intense. As he was only one step away, he opened his arms and with the next step he embraced you dearly.

"Honeybun.", was all he whispered into the nape of your neck. It hit you like lightning, you haven't heard that word for about a decade; couldn't even really remember it but, damn, it had impact. One single word, a simple nickname was all you needed to completely lose it. Your skin was all chills, hesitantly closing your arms around Tony's torso.

"Uncle Tones", you said, your voice breaking away under the heavy tears. "I missed you."

You didn't care that you were naked, you didn't care that all the cuts burned like pure hell because of the hug. You weren't sure if you would ever get out there again. If you would get the chance to see your uncle again, the last bit of family remaining. But all that happened right now. You hoped so much this wasn't just an illusion or a dream.

Tony was the first one to pull away. He gently laid a hand on the side of your face.

"Damn, bun, you look shit. Let's get you home, kiddo.", and a broad, genuine grin appeared on his face.

Taglist: @it-jinxed-us​, @humbledarkness​, @lunawitch19, @redryderdesigns​

[manunkinda]

So, I wrote the first chapter for a RK1K (Markus x Connor) fic. I’m not happy with it at all, but oh well. To be fair, it is my first DBH fic and I tend to have some troubles writing the first chapter for anything, It’s an AU. It’s called Dirty Blues.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20101882/chapters/47616835

Chapter One: Smoke And Vinyls

Shit!”

Markus stepped down hard on the gas, his hands gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white. He was late. His bandmates, mainly North, were going to be pissed at him being late to the venue. Hell, he was pissed at himself. He didn't care if he was speeding on the highway, he just needed to get to his goddamn location.

He knew that sirens were going to tail him. He pulled over with a frustrated groan. He rolled down his window, watching the officer approach from the side mirror.

"Sir?" Markus was suddenly confronted with soft, brown doe-eyes. "You're aware that you were going 62 in a 40 mile zone, right?"

"Uh, yes..." He replied, trying to be as patient as possible given the situation.

The officer pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about something. "Why were you in a rush?"

"Gig."

"May I check your trunk?"

The driver nodded, tapping his fingers against the wheel. He glanced at the mirror as the officer opened the trunk, discovering a guitar case. He opened the case and inspected it for a minute before closing the case. He then closed the trunk and walked back to Markus.

"Nice guitar. Sorry, the department have been pulling over cars with Red Ice stashed away."

"It's fine. I understand."

"So, where's this gig?" The officer asked, thumbs hooked in his belt.

"Magic Stick. It starts at eight-thirty. My band's a regular there."

"Ah, okay." The man unhooked his thumbs and pulled out a notepad and pen. "What's your name?"

"Markus Manfred." He told him.

"You're a lucky man, Markus. I'm deciding not to give you a ticket. However, if you speed again, ticket. Got it?"

Markus smiled slightly and watched as he wrote his name and license plate number on paper. "Got it."

"Great." He put the pad and pen away. "I might see your band at the Magic Stick tonight."

"You don't strike me as someone who enjoys rock music."

“I’m full of surprises,” the officer grinned. “See you there?”

Markus could feel his face heat up, and he nodded in return. “Yeah, see you there.”

The nameless officer got back into his police cruiser and Markus started his car, integrating with the others on the highway.

The hard case felt heavy in his hands as he entered the venue. His bandmates were already setting up.

Simon lifted his head up from tuning his guitar, spotting his friend. "Guys, Markus is here."

North rushed out from backstage, holding her bass. “Where the fuck have you been?!" She demanded loudly, clearly angry.

"Cool down, I was pulled over on the highway. No big deal. I'm sorry." Markus countered, walking towards the stage.

"No big deal?" She looked at Simon and Josh, who seemed to be neutral. They knew that not agreeing with North would make this even messier, but Markus had a point.

"Yeah, seriously. Calm down, save the energy for the show." He got onto the platform and went backstage to take his guitar out. As he stepped back onto the stage with his instrument, North threatened to hit him with her bass guitar.

After doing the sound check, the band waited backstage and had a couple of drinks. Markus eyed the clock.

Eight-thirty.

It was time.

Markus found himself in the light in front of the mic, his friends also on stage. He was previously nervous, but all his fright had disinagrated away. "For the returning folks, welcome back. For first-timers, we're Jericho." He glanced at his bandmates to see if they were ready. "Josh, hit it."

The familiar harsh kick of the drums invaded his ears, and the rest of the band joined in, including him. North's bass could be felt from the speakers, and Simon's lead work added little intricacies. His voice was introduced to the wall of sound as they all played their part, yet remained in synch.

Pause.

And the sound shattered silence once again.

The show had ended and people were leaving. Markus was chatting with his friends, discussing tonight and joking around as they got ready to leave. While Carl was doing okay, he wished he was here, and he knew that Carl wanted to come; but he would be able to tell him all about tonight when he got home. He turned when he heard his name.

It was the officer from earlier. He almost didn't recognize him out of uniform.

"Oh hey," he smiled. He didn’t see him in the small crowd, but he suspected that he must’ve been hanging out in the back of the room. "Like the performance?"

The man ran his fingers through his hair, beaming. "Yeah, it was fun. You guys did a good job."

"Who's this, Markus?" Josh asked. Simon and North were curious as well, trying to figure out who the hell this stranger, who seemed to know their lead singer, was.

"This is... Uh..." Markus snapped his fingers a couple times. "I don't think you've ever told me your name."

"Connor." The doe-eyed man responded, straightening his jacket.

"This is Connor. He's the officer who pulled me over for speeding today."

North glanced at Connor, then Markus, then Connor again. Her expression could only be described as mischievous, a playful smirk tugging on her lips. “You know, Markus... You did tell me that you were pulled over today, but you never told me the cop was cute.”

Markus bit the inside of his cheek and Connor cleared his throat quietly as his friends laughed.

“Anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Connor.” Josh said. “Glad you enjoyed the show.”

“Yeah, we gotta pack and get home. We all have work or class.” Simon added, wrapping up some cords that were in his hands. “Hope to see you around more though.”

"Markus, you should take Connor to our grub hub for dinner." North suggested.

Markus shrugged. "I mean, it's up to him. Do you want to go eat?"

Connor looked hesitant. "Uh, sure? I was thinking you could come over and we could order takeout instead."

"We can do that." Markus agreed, ignoring North's teasing look. "Just let me put my stuff away and then we can go."

Connor nodded and waited near the door. “I can text you the address.” He told Markus as the other man neared the entrance with his guitar case.

“Sounds good. I’ll just put this in the trunk. I'll see you guys later.” Markus told his friends. He gave Connor his number and went to his car, putting away his things. His phone dinged, and he glanced at the screen to see an address.

Markus parked in the driveway of the small, one-floor home. He stopped the vehicle and got out, closing the car door afterwards.

The yard was relatively clean, although it was desperate for a cut. The grass was not quite long, but was getting there. He figured that he was too busy with his job to mow his lawn.

The musician approached the door, climbing up the steps. He pressed the doorbell, and after a couple of seconds, the door opened to reveal Connor who invited him in.

The first thing that Markus noticed were the shelves of vinyls, CDs, and cassettes that were on display in the living room.

Damn.

The second thing he noticed was that there were no pictures of Connor’s family as far as he could tell. The atmosphere of this home was a whole different vibe compared to the large, colorful mansion that he and Carl lived in.

“So, any ideas?”

Markus was forced out of observation. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Takeout.” Connor repeated. “Any ideas?”

“Uh, not sure. Just pick whatever.”

The host nodded and took out his phone. “Thai then?”

“Sure. Vegetable Pad Thai please.”

Markus’ mismatched eyes travelled to Connor’s left arm as Connor dialed a number and turned away, his back facing him. Crimson roses, cerulean plumerias, and wicked thorns adorned his entire limb from the shoulder to his wrist.

He was in awe at the complexity of the ink.

Connor ended the call and turned back around. “You know, you can take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” He quickly took off his jacket and hung it up on the coat hanger. “Your sleeve tattoo is beautiful, by the way.”

He swore he saw Connor blush. “Uh, thanks. It was just inspired by a family friend’s garden.” Connor slipped his phone back into his pocket. “The food should be here pretty soon. Want anything to drink? I’ve got beer in the fridge.”

“A beer’s fine.” He sat down on the sofa as Connor went into the kitchen, coming back out with two beer bottles, one in each hand. He handed one to Markus and sat down.

The food arrived, and the two men dug in, chatting as they ate. After finishing and cleaning up, Connor decided to put a record on. “You know Bambara?”

Markus leaned back on the sofa. “No, actually. Never heard of them.”

“It’s a good band to get stoned to.” Connor said, rather casually.

Everyone had vices, regardless of their lifestyle. Still, he hadn’t taken Connor for a smoker. Usually, Markus was able to read a person correctly, but Connor was an exception. He would be lying if he said that the man wasn’t intriguing. “You smoke weed?”

“A little.” He replied, guiding the needle to the vinyl and turning up the volume. “For anxiety. As long as it doesn’t interfere with work, I’ll be fine.”

Markus watched as Connor opened a drawer on one of the end tables and took out a small sandwich bag and lighter, sitting back down. The music was already playing.

Connor noticed Markus watching and looked at him, opening the bag. “Want a joint?” He asked the taller man.

Markus shook his head. He personally didn’t like to smoke, but he knew people who did. He wasn’t unfamiliar. “Nah, thanks though. I’ll just stick to beer.”

Connor nodded and rolled up a joint before lighting it.

Neon glowing in the night,

Red words: Red Tide,

Shining in your eyes.

Smoke twirled in the air, the smell of burning paper and pungent leaves invading the room.

A gunshot cracked,

And streaming blood fanned out around its kicking feet.

Dead eyes staring,

Dead eyes staring.

Two bottles multiplied into four, and then eight.

“No one really leaves,”

Jimmy says through a cloud of smoke.

”Where would he go anyway?”

The sun is up and the birds are pecking

Pecking at something lying in the dirt.

Markus was sitting on the floor, lying against the sofa as he listened. Connor was draped on the sofa on his back, his legs hanging over the arm of the furniture. His red eyes stared straight at the blank ceiling, like there was something up there, or perhaps a mural. He noticed the sparse speckles of small moles, or maybe they were freckles, that were scattered across Connor’s face, neck, and hands.

Let’s make something huge and full of rust,

Rebar ‘round my handsome bust.

Broken glass like jagged flowers,

Climbing up a twisting tower.

Markus lost track of the time, zoning out and drunker than he intended to be. How the hell was he going to get home? Carl was going to lecture him on being responsible; he just knew it. The coffee table was almost covered in bottles and Connor was tired.

The town kids smoke meth and drink

Behind the scrap metal heap.

The guesthouse lies hidden...

He would figure something out.

[sequeldespair-blog]

oró, sé do bheatha abhaile! (for once in your lifetime, will you do what you want, not what you have to?) | Nagisa | ENDGAME

you really fucked it up this time, didn't you, nagisa?

When Miho came by where they stood, and they felt his smooth, nimble fingers brush across their hair, Nagisa felt their breath stop, and their heart skip, and they knew that they were never going to let go of all of this anytime soon, no matter how hard they tried. (they were weak. they were so, so weak.)

The world danced around them at uneven speeds, slow as a snail and as fast as lightning all at once, and they could not keep their heart from pounding as if it was about to burst from their chest as Miho spoke softly to them (it was real it was real it was real he lied about nearly everything but something something was real), and as he pressed his phone into their shaking hands (don't go don't go don't go please just don't leave--), and as all they could choke out with was:

"...I...I-I d...don'...t...u-un...d-derst..st--"

No, not that--

"I...g-- g...ge...t y-you, I...tha...nnnngh...I...l-li-- I...hhhhhhaaaaagh...l--"

(i love you? i hate you? thank you? i'll miss you? see you? goodbye?)

--But they were silent, then; and the most they could muster was the saddest, slightest of tiny waves farewell, and after that? All they could do was sit and shudder.

It was the end.

---

And then, it really was the end. And when it finally hit their deadened, delirious fuck of a brain exactly what the setting was that the crooked lovebirds of the hour had chosen for their last hurrah, they just couldn't fucking help but have their hand goddamn fly up to their mouth and--

"Nnnnnnnnnf--f-fuck-k...! F-F-fffuckin'--"

(and ain't that a fucking tableau for ya, kid! nagisa kelly, abandoned by God and lured in by the Devil, only to have him leave you behind, too! forgone and forsaken by anyone who could ever give a damn, and what can you even do, now?)

They watched. (Because of course they did.) Their whole world was corrupted footage, rewinding and fast forwarding at equal speeds, and nothing made sense and everything was falling with them and then they were gone, and there they were, fucking sobbing and convulsing and dragging their fingers down a face they could barely even feel, and it was his voice that thundered in their head above all else, and they hated it and hated him and hated hated hated that they couldn't even pretend that was true, not a goddamn bit.

(you're so cool, nagisa-chan! we're friends, nagisa-chan! i want to be your knight, nagisa-chan! by the way, nagisa-chan, did i ever tell you i'm a fucking con?)

It felt like a million years before the lights came back on.

---

Sasahara was dead. Koochi was gone. It barely even registered.

Trailer 11 was all they cared about, their final stop before freedom; as they yanked out their keycard and flung the door open, fetching up their darling Camilla (or Cami, wouldn't they have to call her now), and grabbing anything else they could throw over their sharp shoulders and fit in those shaking surgeon-like hands of theirs, and then they were staggering away, despite every bone in their body screaming for them to just collapse to the floor and never wake up, and soon, it was the eight of them, a wretched octet of desperate, traumatised children stumbling their way into light and noise and real goddamn people and freedom, fucking freedom, at long last.

---

They slipped into unconsciousness swifter than any of the others, the stress finishing them off in that department long before even the sickness; Camilla in their lap, voice recorder in one pocket and his phone in the other, and more than therapy or medicine or anything else in the world all they wanted was to be held, close and tight, and to have someone brush back their hair and murmur into their ear that it was fine, that it was over, that they were forgiven, and that they were safe.

---

They woke up in their clean hospital bed, and the first thing that popped into their head was that they were surprised that they weren't still crying.

The real human people from hours ago were back, and they were introducing themselves, and explaining how thoroughly fucked the lot of them all were. They stared, observing with what seemed like an almost detached interest; not because they didn't care, but because God, everything still ached and burnt and hurt so much that the future wasn't something they could even begin to consider yet. And then they were gone, and all that was left in the ward were the eight of them.

(Eight. Eight survivors who had lived to tell the tale, or keep it shut up tight for the rest of their lives. One hell of a motley crew if there ever was one, huh? Aiko Sato, Declan LeBlanc, Ayato Akiyama, Kazumi Kido, Warato Fukumi, Mio Fujihara, Maria Santiago, Takumi Ueno-- and them. Them, Nagisa Kelly. That one, they'd never could've guessed.)

(Some months on from now, late in the evening in an apartment with stained white walls, they find themself trying to forget in the company of an old almost-friend; he asks them, "Man, an' how the fuck did y'survive all that?", and they answer, with a hollow snicker and smirk, "Why, with my incredible charm and good looks, 'course." They're not entirely wrong.)

Their entire body, their soul, even, felt heavy. Weighed down by the whole world. Those former survivors had no answers for them. They had no answers for themself. What the everloving fuck did they do now? Their thoughts flickered to it all, every little responsibility and obligation they'd left behind, and suddenly they were tempted to lie back down again.

"...But don’t misunderstand me: You don’t owe them anything."

Once upon a time, Nagisa Kelly, going-on-sixteen years old and entrenched in their own guilt, had fled their former existence to try and start again. They'd failed, and had made it back here, going-on-nineteen years old and swamped by the horrors they'd witnessed, ghastly thoughts they knew were never going to quite fade, no matter how hard they willed.

But Miho-- goddamn brighteyes, their twisted, crooked, sadistic saviour-- maybe he was right. Maybe they could just do what felt right rather than what was responsible, maybe just not think about and just...be. Whatever that meant.

They didn't know. Everything hurt, and they had no idea what was going to happen to them next. But maybe, maybe for now, maybe all they had to do was close their eyes, and let the sunlight fall across them, and tomorrow, they could restart it again. Just maybe, but God knew that was all they had, now. And maybe that was what they'd have to use.

(So much lay ahead of them, so much they had yet to know; clasped hands, late night breakdowns, so many more opportunities to be an idiot and cry and laugh where neither was appropriate, reunitings and partings that hadn't quite happened yet, questionable hobbies to fill the void with and antique knives to satisfy their own paranoia they had neither taken up nor collected. It was a vast, vibrant future ahead of them, and not a thought of it had yet to enter that drained head of theirs.)

They laid their head back down again.

So it goes, huh? C'est la fucking vie, hah.

Nagisa Kelly did not know about it, not yet. But if their life could be defined as some twisted cinematic epic of their own, then here, with the sun shining across their closed life and silent, still self, was where it was truly about to begin.

And that's a wrap!