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book 7 chapter 12 part 3 thoughts!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 12 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 269 to part 294, focusing on Riddle.

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

They land in a new location! New assets and everything. Trey identifies it as Crimson City in the Queendom of Roses.

This update opens with Silver showing the first signs of fatigue. (He audibly sighs; Ortho shows concern.) Silver insists he is fine but advises they avoid battles.

Cater laughs at Trey’s expense. He has never heard him scream so loud!! They should go to an amusement park in the waking world together. This is ironic xhsnsvekakw because these two technically did go to Playful Land together 😂

Trey begins to worry about where his glasses have gone. Apparently they fell off while they were hopping to Riddle’s dream. Idia says searching for lost items in a dream can be difficult but Trey would have perfect vision if he thinks hard enough about it. (Me, sitting here: this is a dream. Can you not literally just conjure up a new pair by imagining it.) Trey’s vision is so bad (he’s squinting just to see people’s faces) and he’s had glasses since preschool, so it’s hard for him to do that.

Ortho suggests using S.T.Y.X. tech and data to make Trey new glasses. But then Ace interrupts and announces he snagged Trey’s glasses. He saw them while falling and brought them to himself using magic; they aren’t damaged. The others, even Leona, praise him. (… but I don’t, because what is this time wasting nonsense 😭 MOVE ON ALREADY…) For a first year, his magic control is very good. Is it because he’s dexterous from basketball?

In exchange for saving the glasses, Ace asks for a cherry pie at the next unbirthday party.

LMAO apparently Ace got to practice using magic precisely because of being in Heartslabyul. Changing the color of the roses + other unbirthday party prep is done with magic. Ace also quickly learned how to clean up using magic to avoid Riddle’s wrath when the dorm leader patrols.

UHHHHH a police car starts chasing them?? It stops and a policeman exits, pulling… R rIDDLE?????!!??!?!?!

THE HE c K Is tHIS… CAtER MiSTAKES HIM FOR a CUTE giRL OR A MAGICAM INFLUENCER (IN thE FULL bODY MODEL YOU CAN SEE FisHNETS ON HIS leGS)

He calls the police officer an “old man” and speaks in a different cadence than usual. Higher pitched and more childlike. UHHHHH RIDDLE USES RUDE SLANG TOO… It’s not slang I understand; Adeuce identify it as exclusive to the Queendom of Roses

Errrrrrr, so Riddle was arrested for singing in the streets. He says he doesn’t see why people have to follow the rules 😱

Ah, Chenya’s in this dream!! He was in the cop car as well.

vdkabsjsvsusbkxks OH MY GOD Trey’s sounding like a concerned father 👨 Riddle spots Trey and gets all excited; the animation of the live 2D models also implies Riddle is grabbing and clinging to Trey’s arm.

Riddle and Chenya got arrested for starting a “surprise live” in front of the police station. (A “surprise live” is a spontaneous musical performance done in the streets or in public; they’re common in Japan.) They’re in a 2-man band! Riddle is the vocals and Chenya plays bass. It’s hard to keep members because Riddle keeps changing what kind of music they play. He says it’s boring to play the same thing every day.

Riddle doesn’t recognize everyone else so they reintroduce themselves. xhdvsjwbwkw Leona is smart enough to just call himself by first name; the last name might have given away that he’s royalty. (Typically, giving only your first name is a sign of familiarity or casualness in Japanese culture, but I don’t think that was the intention here.)

Riddle asks them to play with him in his band. H needs a guitarist, drummer, and keyboard player! Backup dancers and composers are also welcome, but even if not experienced.

Cater coming in clutch again… He volunteers to play guitar and changes into his Pop/Light Music Club uniform.

THIS iS SO WEIRD… Riddle calls Cater “Cay-kun” and “nii-san” 💀 Cater is freaked out by this too, even though he told Riddle earlier it was okay to call him “Cay-kun”.

Cater lies and says everyone else with him is skilled at playing too. For example, Leona is as good as a professional at drumming!! Leona starts to protest but Cater shuts him up. They need to do this to investigate 🎵 I continue to be baffled at how active Cater is in this dream and the last two. Holy hell, leave some crumbs for the rest of us…

DROPS TO KNEES AnD WEE PS OTL LEONA CHSnges tO HIS DIRM unIFORM AnD DAYS SoME CORNh shIT AbOUT HoW hEmMa SkILLED At DRUMS (lying bitch) THERe’A SpArKLE EFFDcts AnD EVERYTHING

Adeuce and Grim bring up their VDC experience (+ how Rook gave them 100 points in beauty)! Ortho volunteers his synthesizing abilities. He also can do lighting and video production. Sebek has been playing violin since he was little because he admires Malleus (erm, though Harveston Sledathon showed us Sebek sucks at playing it sooooo—). Silver says his farther showed him how to play the ocarina.

Riddle is so excited to have so many different people joining him. No matter how many times he invites Trey, he doesn’t join the band. Cater teases Trey and says his singing for their dorm’s events isn’t bad.

Riddle suddenly invites everyone to his house for tea?! This alarms Trey, but Riddle insists his mom will be happy to see him.

Trey worries the strawberry tart he brought with him from his own dream will get them in trouble. Cater and Grim offer to eat it in case of emergency!

L ch avajGqian SRBRk 😭 He says Riddle’s mom can’f be anywhere near as fierce as Malleus’s mom…

Leona starts to say something but doesn’t finish the thought.

Aaaand here we are at the Rosehearts residence!! Look at all the family photos. (This is not what the home looks like irl; there aren’t this many photographs, probably because Riddle implies that his parents don’t have a happy marriage 😢)

WhAT YhD fuKKKJKKk

Riddle’s mom speaks in a much higher pitched voice and sounds so caring. (We don’t get to see her; it’s just a voice since she’s speaking from the kitchen.) She calls him “Riddle-chan” and is happy he brought so many friends.

Chenya notices the strawberry tart Trey brought in. Grim tries to eat it but Riddle explodes on him, saying that it is HIS. Riddle’s mom is okay with this 💀 and Riddle confesses he has tarts twice a week, even when it is not his birthday.

Riddle goes to have his mom slice the tart up. As soon as he leaves, Trey releases a HUGE breath. He was so nervous about Mrs. Rosehearts losing her temper. Ortho senses his vitals shooting through the roof and recommends he sits down.

They start looking at the photos on the wall. Oh, Riddle’s dad is there too. Ace comments that the focus of the pictures if Riddle while the parents’ faces are blurry. (Is it because Riddle cannot imagine what his parents’ happy faces look like 😭) One of the pics is 6th grade sports day (an egg balancing on a spoon race), another is them swimming, Halloween, etc. Riddle was able to have a happy childhood with Chenya and Trey; their families hang out too.

Lore about family photos time?? Cater’s sisters and mom of course love to take them. Ace’s mom shows baby photos in the house. Sebek’s dad wants to take pictures more than his mom does. Deuce’s mom uses her phone. He has the framed photos in the closet in his rebellious phrase but wants to take them out when he wakes up. Lilia has an instant camera and uses it to take pictures once a year on Silver’s birthday. The Shroud parents have family photos at their work desks. Ortho regularly sends them photos and videos of school events.

Leona’s special cuz he’s a ✨ prince ✨ A newspaper has a photographer assigned to the royal family. He’d take pics without permission and the public relations officer had to confiscate them. Leona naturally hates family reunions that are arranged just to enhance their image. They’re not fun and people just pretend to be friendly.

dbjsbsjwjens Leona doesn’t really have photos of himself when he was young but his mom and Kifaji would take casual pics. He hates when he gets pestered for photos… like his Ceremonial Robes vignettes! Apparently they want the pictures to decorate the private dining room, Mr. Kingscholar’s hospital room, etc.

Ummmmmmmmmmm… Trey ain’t lookin’ so hot…

He says he has no memories of what is in these photographs. He + Chenya only played with Riddle for a month or two before the tart incident, and Riddle went to a private school whereas he + Chenya were public.

Riddle drops 5 sugar cubes into black tea, plus plenty of milk and honey. Leona makes a snide remark about how it’s rude for the host to not take the guest’s preferences into consideration to serve them OTL (you’re so right, king—)

Riddle offers everyone a chiffon cake and butter cookies his mom made. But… hm? That’s weird. They taste strangely hard and aren’t very sweet. Trey automatically identifies the ingredients; they must be the healthy ingredients Mrs. Rosehearts actually uses irl, because Riddle’s imagination is pulling from memories of his mom’s cooking.

Chenya can use magic but… Riddle can’t?! His dad is a novelist who writes stories with his son as the protagonist and his mom is a housewife full time. Neither can use magic.

sdlhbsdyoaeyai RIDDLE SHOUTED ME OUT/j He said that him being able to use magic is "as impossible as a raven being like a writing desk" 😇

Riddle becomes upset that they’re whispering to each other. They should speak up at his tea party!!

HUHHHHHHHH Riddle says be didn’t go to school?????? And he hates studying?! Deuce shouts that he uses to hate school and studying, but at NRC his dorm leader and the teachers taught him well. dhsvsjjww Riddle hates books without illustrations, but Sebek counters that there are books that will suit his taste.

Riddle doesn’t want to read??? His dad will tell him stories orally while Riddle plays with toys. And he works from home, so Riddle can ask him whatever he wants whenever he wants.

Cater brings up play croquet at their dorm.

Uuuh Riddle becomes fed up with the topic and demands it be changed. No problemo, cuz Ace was gonna talk off the cuff anyway. People start to consider leaving the band due to Riddle’s inability to read the room and his lack of ambition.

Riddle gets mad and starts raging. In seeps the darkness. We try to leave but Riddle prevents them. The entire room they’re in becomes like… locked? So they cannot leave.

A simple color palette swap makes this look like a scene straight out of a horror game.

A bunch of tea rushes in from another room and everyone works together to close it. They dream form change out of their tea-Soaked clothing.

They deduce that the room itself is the NPC and it must have been pretending to speak in Riddle’s parents’ voices since no one ever saw them. The room where Riddle’s dad works produces a flood of manuscripts, whereas the kitchen is a torrent of black tea. Suddenly, a hand emerges from the tea…! IT’S RIDDLE’S MOM TRYING To DrAg ThEM IN

They hear humming and Chenya appears! Leona threatens to turn the house to sand BUT HE GETS COLLARED 💀 Trey tries to overwrite the collar with his own UM but gets collared too. “Anyone that tries to escape the house will be beheaded”, according to the dreamer’s will.

It’s hard for them to locate Riddle; the space keeps twisting and turning and the magic formula governing it keeps rewriting itself.

ERRRRRR the black tea in the room is increasing even if nothing is gushing in from the kitchen anymore… This truly is one big horror movie now OTL

They try to climb onto/into stuff to keep afloat. Then we hear someone crying… Riddle? His tears are what’s filling up the room. He says, “I want to get out…” UM???? Of your living situation????? (Not me laughing around Leona saying in his most insincere voice “We’ll help you, so show yourself”…)

Leona compares Riddle to a rose with thorns, hurting people indiscriminately. (Okay, oddly poetic when you’re on the brink of death but sure, pop off)

Trey begs dream!Chenya to please show them the way to Riddle. The other card soldiers speak up and talk about how strong and admirable of a leader Riddle is. Finally, Chenya agrees to show them a shortcut.

ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

We cut away to Idia’s dream?? He is preparing hacks and such for the final battle against Malleus. But um?? Is struggling to reconnect to Ortho and the others to provide support.

Suddenly, knocking at his door! Idia wonders if it is S.T.Y.X. staff???? UH-OH IT’S MALLEUS AND HE DEMANDS TO BE LET IN (he realizes Idia is awake)

We don’t get to see what happens to Idia; we cut back to the second layer of Riddle’s dream. It’s a ruined rose garden…

Ortho realizes the connection to Idia was dropped…

Riddle is berating some mobs (rule 372: if a red mushroom grows, the roses must be white). He has dream!Adeuce send them off to a punishment room where they have to write down rules 300 to 500.

Dream!Cater overhears some mobs whining. He and dream!Trey remind everyone Riddle is always correct and they should salute and follow him. Riddle has an evil laugh… and then has a smile as he says his mother was right all along.

Seeing this, Trey wonders if this is the future that would have happened if he didn’t get “lucky” and overwrite Riddle’s magic that one time.

Oh???? Silver says his father told him magic originally was a miracle birthed from a strong desire in the heart. He says that it was, then, no mistake that Trey’s Paint the Roses trumped Riddle’s magic. It was Trey’s own strong desire to stop Riddle that allowed him to turn the rose bushes into playing cards.

Chenya reappears and offers to show us more. He sneaks over, pulls on Riddle’s cloak, and makes him fall over?! Which pisses him off, obviously.

Riddle blows away the bushes we’re using to hide and is shocked to see doubles of his students. Leona gets fed up and confronts Riddle about how this is all a dream.

LMAOvvvvvsnbabzgajavaowkw Dream!Trey tells Riddle to not listen to Leona… LEONA IS A CORRUPTING FORCE AND A BAD INFLUENCE 💀 I want to argue, but… he sort of has a point…

Riddle commands we be captured and taken to the punishment room too. The mobs start to praise Riddle for everything he has done for them, including (for some reason) lowering their tension and giving them a reason to live????

Leona tells Riddle’s it’s empty and meaningless to be cheered on by an illusion. But Riddle insists he is happy this way. THIS IS SAD, he’s equating fear, respect, and love… What the fuck does this say about his own feelings towards his mother??

A bunch of Heartslabyul students descend on them. Without help from Idia, we can’t defend!! We tear off into smaller groups and run into the rose maze.

This is fr so sick and twisted 💀 Riddle is starting to wake, but dream!Cater and Trey tell him not to think of painful things. If he wakes up, everyone will hate him and he will be alone again—and Riddle doesn’t want that, right? So Riddle agrees, no one should be able to leave the world of dreams.

Okay so group 1 is Yuu, Grim, Sebek, and Ace. Group 2 is Leona and Deuce. Group 3 is Silver and Cater. Group 4 is Trey and Ortho.

Their phones don’t work so they cannot text or call each other.

Rule 63 is this: those who upset the queen in her court will be chased in the rose maze by card soldiers. If you try to climb or jump over the trees, they will attack you. In Diasomnia, there are thorns under the drawbridge that have a similar protective function. Though now, Malleus has a protective barrier around the dorm.

They hear Deuce calling out to them and Ace is suspicious. He tells Sebek, Yuu, and Grim to be quiet and let him handle this.

Ace goes up to Deuce and “reveals” himself to be darkness. Deuce is relieved and reveals himself to be darkness too. Ace, pretending to be darkness, tries to convince dream!Deuce that the real Deuce and Leona went “this way”. Unfortunately, Sebek concludes Ace was actually darkness and intended to betray us. So Grim breathes fire, melting away the wax (?) Ace was using to disguise himself as darkness and he realizes their mistake.

dbsjbsjw THERE’S a SiLLY TRUMPET SfX TO suMMON THE oTHER CARD sOLDIERS

They beat back dream!Deuce, but now too many soldiers are swarming them. Sebek accepts the onus for not trusting Ace and jumping to conclusions; he uses Living Bolt to clear a way for Yuu, Ace, and Grim to run away while he stays behind.

Now let’s bounce to Leona and Deuce! dgshevkw Deuce thought he was with Ace, Yuu, and Grim… but nah, it’s Leona! Leona tried to run off by himself, like in the opposite direction of the loudmouth Sebek www Instead he’s stuck with Deuce…

LEONA syING hE’S GONNA SMSvk RIDDLE

Omg Vargas Camp canon to main story??? Deuce talks about a sports club camping trip to the mountains led by Vargas.

Ace shows up acting relieved he found Deuce and Leona. REALLY starts glazing Leona up too, talking about how strong he is and how he could easily overpower Riddle if they act as bait. Deuce becomes suspicious because Ace wouldn’t say stuff like that, even if he thought it. He demands to know what Ace’s dream was—but Ace cannot answer, so Deuce knows this must be darkness?

Leona tells Deuce he will turn some bushes to sand; he should sprint through them quickly.

nuuuUquUUYYR hE CALLS bdeuCE A GOOD BOyYYYTG OTL (like, loyal dog/follower of his dorm) AnD HE DIESNmF DiSLIKE THAT OTL

Leona claims to be a kind prince LOL uhhh he does The Plan and Deuce escapes! Leona is left behind to fight off dream!Ace and his heart suit goons.

Silver and Cater run into what I assume is dream!Trey. Cater wants he and Trey (who are familiar with the ever-changing maze) to split up and search for the first years, but dream!Trey wants to stick together.

Cater asks Silver if he ever gets tired of fighting the darkness. How does he do it?? Silver confesses he almost gave into it many times but his friends were always there to pull him out of it.

Oh, Cater’s dad has been transferred for his job less as of late, so now he is able to have more long term relationships. Cater also reveals he used to room with Trey prior to third year (where they have separate rooms).

Lore drop, Heartslabyul is the second oldest dorm.

Cater tells a story about how he pitched the idea of transferring to Scarabia with Trey, which dream!Trey agrees with. Turns out, it was a bait laid out by Cater to test of this Trey was real—and dream!Trey fell for it! He admits that he started to suspect Trey was fake when Trey wanted to stay together rather than split up. Trey, who is an older brother, would always prioritize the safety of the first years!

AHHHHHH they’re being overwhelmed and they’re running short on magic :<

Last group to check in with is Trey and Ortho…! Trey shares more about the plants in the garden. They’re magical and must be grown by hand. Some of the plants move if you command them to, bur some others are stubborn. In spring, they have a concert with the flowers. Ortho says the trees in Pomefiore are raised similarly to the Heartslabyul plants.

OKAY SO. Pomefiore is the oldest dorm, then Heartslabyul, THEN Diasomnia. This all but confirms a fan theory that the age of the dorms corresponds with each dorm's irl film inspiration release date. From oldest to youngest, that would be

Pomefiore- 1937

Heartslabyul- 1951

Diasomnia- 1959

Octavinelle- 1989

Scarabia- 1992

Savanaclaw- 1994

Ignihyde- 1997

Aaaaah here comes the dream!Cater. He claims he escaped alone.

Trey discusses Cater’s magic and how it’s like casting 2-3 spells at once since Cater has to use magic to manipulate each clone. Thus, the power level of Cater and his clones goes down. Meanwhile Riddle’s UM can impact multiple people at once and he can spellcast quickly.

HUUUUH Cater applied to duel Riddle not too long before his third year? Wait no, that’s a lie Trey came up with to entrap dream!Cater! Trey knew it must be a fake because he doesn’t see Cater as the kind of guy to leave others behind and escape to safety on his own.

Trey tells Ortho to escape without him…!

That leaves us with only Adeuce, Ortho, Grim, and Yuu able to escape. They regroup and find their captured allies tied to rose trees. Trey begs Riddle to wake up.

Deuce suggests to use his UM to defeat Riddle, and Ortho volunteers to be Deuce’s shield (~10 seconds) while he aims, since Riddle’s UM does not work on Ortho.

Rare moment of development for Yuu??? They have dialogue options and can express that they feel useless, constantly being protected and not able to help.

Ortho asks us to protect Idia’s tablet. And Ace is entrusted to protect Yuu and Grim!

dbjsnsksks Deuce’s plan doesn’t really work out. Riddle starts spamming spells that throw Ortho off; Deuce can’t get his aim quite right.

Grim tries to scamper out to fight but Ace holds him back. Ace becomes increasingly frustrated that he keeps being protected by others (Sebek, Deuce, Ortho) and can’t do anything to help.

AhHHHHHH Ace has his own little depression flashback moment 🥺 calling himself pathetic, lame, useless… unable to save anyone at all. But then words start coming to his head…!! He disrupts Riddle just as he’s able to collar Deuce!

“I’ll take your best/most precious treasure. Joker Snatch…!”

HE COLLARS RIDDLE :000 Deuce uses his UM and shovk Riddle awake… I can’t believe the class 2E boys both got physically beaten into submission 💀

WOW Cater NYOOMS to Riddle and hugs him?!.?:’snwkgelek

Sebek offers to carry Ortho, but Ortho is super heavy.

UHHHH here comes the darkness… Adeuce rush over to help Riddle, even though he commands them to go to someplace safe. (SEBEK CALLS ADEUCE BY THEIR NAMES AND NOT "HUMANS"!!!) Riddle commands Trey and Cater to remove Adeuce and they do as he says; we of course follow after Riddle as he sinks.

Riddle has his moment squaring off against his Phantom. It's quite interesting; his darkness exclaims that he must hang onto the seat because he has nothing else. Everyone loathes him, so he has to do everything he can to cling to power. Riddle calls himself out for the tyrant that he is and expels that darkness.

Rule 1 of the Queen of Hearts: to stay where you are, you must run with all of your might. From now on, Riddle says he will do just that.

He resurfaces in his home and is approached by his mother, who claims he fell asleep while reading about crocodiles in the Nile River? (Wh-Why is the Nile River canon in Twst when that’s a real world location that should not exist in this one...)

Riddle summons his magic and collars his mother, making her melt away into nothing. He gets a really cool line...! "I refuse to stand in front of a door that won't open anymore. Even if the opening is as narrow as a keyhole, I will pry this door open with my own hand and move forward. I will walk forward, on my own path!"

THIS IS REALLY FASCINATING BECAUSE ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE EPISODE OF HEARTSLABYUL MANGA... THEY USED A DOOR AND KEYHOLE IMAGERY TO DEPICT RIDDLE COMING OUT OF HIS OB

Right as Riddle regains his senses, he crashes through the floor of his dream and... somehow lands where Idia is?! He's busy programming.

There seems to he… maybe a reference to Idia’s Bloom Broom vignettes??? Idia’s best subject is Summoning and he seems to have summoned Riddle to him? And Riddle says that he has read Idia’s research papers before; this was also mentioned in said vignettes (Riddle expresses an interest in his papers).

Idia tells Riddle that the Final Boss, Malleus Draconia, is waiting on the other side of his bedroom door...!

THAT'S IT, THAT'S WHERE WE LEAVE OFF???????? WE'RE DEFINITELY NEARING THE END, BOYS...

Okay, so first major thought I had!! Riddle’s dream confirms many of the thoughts I have ha about Trey and his feelings toward Mrs. Rosehearts and his own role in Riddle’s trauma. I have legitimately NEVER heard Trey sounding this panicked or scared, not even when Riddle was about to OB. Trey hurriedly rushes to put away the strawberry tart out of fear, just waiting for Mrs. Rosehearts to start shouting hysterically at him. Ortho even comments about Trey’s vitals rocketing. This definitely reads to me as Trey being traumatized by that whole incident 💦

BIG BRo CATER CONTINUES… Him making up the lie about Leona being a great drummer was so dumb but it worked!! And then he cares so much about Riddle when he finally wakes… would never run off on his own and abandon his friends… 😭 HNNNNGH CATERRRRrrRRRRR WhEN i CmgEFt MY gaNDS ON YOUUUUUuUUU

And holy cow, there was SO much symbolism in Riddle’s dream 😳 dream!Mrs.Rosehearts’s sweets looking good but is insincere and tasting terrible, as opposed to Trey’s tart which looks terrible from the rough travel but is made with care and tastes good… Riddle wishing for a happy family life so his house is crammed with photos… parents that are always emotionally available for him… not having the pressure of being a mage or having a legacy to live up to… the house being a place that locks them inside (because it might feel like a prison to Riddle)... Not just symbolism for Riddle's desires too, but also tons of Alice in Wonderland references!! ASFIHBAYOSFPADFIA I'D WASTE SPACE IN THIS POST LISTING THEM ALL OFF, BUT JUST KNOW THEY'RE THERE AND THEY WERE AMAZING FOR ME TO EAT UP AS AN ALICE IN WONDERLAND STAN

It’s interesting how Chenya here serves as sort of a helpful NPC to us, similar to Kifaji. His actions are a lot more dubious here; he’s not strictly good and spends most of the dream siding with Riddle. Chenya only swaps sides when we convince him. I wonder if he, too, represents some self-aware part of Riddle??? Since Riddle was later shown trying to maintain the dream world even when he learned it was fake.

They tried to recapture the glory of book 6 by having the characters split up. I'm not sure if it worked as well (since each was kind of short and repeated a lot of the same lore about the Heartslabyul rose bushes), but it served its purpose. The best part was definitely how the Heartlabyul students used what they knew of each other to figure out the fakes. It's a very effective but subtle way to show how they've become more familiar with one another. I feel like this update overall was very lore-heavy. We learned new stuff about the dorms' ages, their protective measures, their plants, etc.

It was interesting to have a rare moment of character development for Yuu? They barely get anything in way of characterization, so that surprised me. I wasn't expecting ACE to get his whole Depression Arc in the middle of Riddle's dream either--but I guess whining hard enough works, because he finally FINALLY got his UM!! Still not sure how it works yet. It seems to let him steal/borrow or copy other's UM??? But Sebek describes it as "it seemed like you and Riddle swapped magic". We have to wait for more details to drop in a later update. Can't say I like the name for his UM though; it makes me think of him stealing a clown's wig. ASDULBIADBSPSAB So proud of Ace; with this, we now have the UMs and chants for every one of the NRC students!

Overall, Riddle really surprised me. His dream ended up being roughly THREE TIMES LONGER than the average dream 💀 Not sure if I like that pacing, but at least this was fun to dissect. I like that they seem to have put extra effort into this portion, especially since the game is called Twisted Wonderland. It feels like a homage to the original story, especially since that novel ended with Alice waking up. I loved that Riddle has an inner child that he represses, but that even his desires are "held back" by knowledge he doesn't have... like his parents' happy faces or what his mom's homemade baked goods might taste like. It made me feel for him. ASDIUBASDASBDBPASIqryrqp I kind of feel like a proud parent reading his cool line about finding his own path at the end. It's very different than himself earlier in the dream, ignoring difficult topics and actively denying reality, where he fears he will be left sad and alone OTL Ndhdiwjekw Not sure if I care for his actual childish behavior though… Slightly grating to me.

THE HORROR STYLE PRESENTATION WITH MALLEUS REALLY UNNERVED ME. I would shit bricks if I was Idia too, dang... I'm on the edge of my seat for the next installment. S-Surely book 7 will have to wrap up soon, right? RIGHT?????

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i-yap · 11 months ago

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I love the idea of jason being like super weird when he gets into a relationship with y/n

Cuz bro was on the streets then with bruce (aka loner dad) and then the main teen years where we learn about relationships and stuff he was being tortured abd trained to be an assassin.

So when he gets into a relationship, he tries to do something or act a certain boyfriend-y way for you. And he has only 4 options -

1. Batman and catwoman the super loner who doesn't say anything and the girl just keeps making sexual innuendos and steals stuff...which obviously doesn't work out cuz u(prolly) don't steal and he likes to talk to you

2. Bruce wayne the playboy- now imagine jasom trying to be smooth at making sexual innuendos ..he can't. At least not in the start and he lacks the subtlety and honestly he is too infatuated he fucks it up real often. " want some of my ice cream" " well sweetheart , I know some ice you can cream" in a weird rich voice and you're just standing there like wtf . Don't get me wrong he can be super vulgar and upfront but he gets all in his head and bruce wayne slips out.

3. NIGHTWING- man that's like the only person around him who has relationships. But noghtwing is like sunshine and jason really is not. So while nightwing aka Mr pitch perfect serenading his girl works and Mr acrobat from circus pulling his girl into a full on waltz works...it rlly doesn't for jason.

4. Books - bro reads Jane austen, bro likes the classics and therefore he will use those books to find gestures for you. Now once he got u a horse cause you were bored. And while that worked for the fictional Victorian housewife...not so much for a busy person in Gotham.

And he gets so confused with such normal things. "Could you Get me some milk" suddenly your entire kitchen is filled with all the different brands and types of milk a person can buy- 2 of each so u don't run out of it cuz Mr lover had no idea what "some" means.

This is just when he overthinks or gets jealous or insecure . Otherwise he is collected and his own unique way of showing love. But he just messes up sometimes and it's the cutest thing everrr.

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russo-woso · 3 months ago

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Hey, can you write something for the lyrics of The Alchemy-Taylor Swift with Alessia? "There was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league Where's the trophy? She just comes running over to me

Don’t come to me! || Alessia Russo x reader

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Summary you’re the first one Alessia runs to when Arsenal win the FA cup

A/N another short fluffy one

It had been a thrilling four goal match so far.

Manchester City had been in the lead the first forty five minutes, holding a comfortable 2-0 lead over Arsenal.

But during the second half, Arsenal made their comeback.

The scoreline soon became 2-1 with a goal from Frida, then 2-2 thanks to a screamer from Katie - let’s be real, every goal she scores is a screamer.

The 90 minutes ended 2-2 so the game went to extra time.

You sat on the edge of your seat as the clock drew closer and closer to the second final whistle.

“You’re gonna fall off of you move any more.” Luca, your brother in law, joked clearly noticing how far forward you were.

“I’m nervous, I can’t imagine how they must be feeling.” You told him, referring to the girls on the pitch.

“Lessi’s used to it by now.”

“I know. I asked her this morning how she was feeling and she just said it was a normal match - no it is not! It’s the fa cup final! I think I was more nervous than her.”

“She hasn’t always been like that. She used to be so nervous before big matches but as soon as she met you, she knew you were her lucky charm. That’s what she told me anyway. If you’re in the crowd, her nerves go away.” Luca explained, your heart warming at your wife’s past words.

You went to respond but before you could, the crowd started getting rowdy.

You looked in time to see Caitlin pass a perfect ball through to Alessia.

With brute force, Alessia struck the ball, sending it flying to the back of the net.

You jumped up, pride filling you as you watched Alessia get tackled by her teammates.

Alessia quickly found you in the crowd - easily due to her getting you front row tickets by the corner flag.

She swiftly blew you a kiss before jogging back into position for kick off again.

The minutes ticked by and although it was painfully slow, the whistle finally blew.

Arsenal had won.

You watched as the whole team ran to each other, engulfing each other in hugs, but there was one person who wasn’t with the team - alessia.

It wasn’t hard to find her though, her blue eyes being so easy to find - for you anyway.

She had a massive smile on her face as she started jogging towards you.

“Lessi!” You exclaimed as she tackled you into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

You pulled away from the hug to place your lips on hers.

“You’re my lucky charm.”

“So I’ve heard. Go celebrate with your team, lessi.” You told her but she turned your suggestion down.

“I just want to celebrate with you, love, no one else.”

“They’re getting ready for the trophy, less, go.” You laughed, watching as she cling onto you.

“You’re my trophy. You’re the only one I need.”

“Oh, baby.” You laughed, stroking a hand through her sweat dampened ponytail. “I tell you what, go get your medal and celebrate with your team and then we’ll celebrate properly when we get back home - however you like. Deal?”

“Deal. Try get a nap in at some point because it’s gonna be a long night, pretty girl.”

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sturn777 · 2 months ago

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chapter 2 — damage control

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A MIX OF TEXTS, MISSED CALLS, and twitter notifications had flooded your phone. you barely had time to register what was going on before a call from your boss came through.

you sat up so fast you damn near gave yourself whiplash. what the fuck now?

and then you saw it. blurry, paparazzi shots of her. looking all sad and brokenhearted, sitting outside some overpriced café with sunglasses on and an untouched oat milk latte. the caption was making it way worse.

“chris’ ex seen looking devastated just days after viral cheating scandal”

oh, for fuck’s sake.

“chris.”

he barely even looked up, shirtless and posted up on his couch, scrolling through his phone like nothing was happening.

“chris.”

“mhm.” he lazily scooped another bite of cinnamon toast crunch into his mouth, unbothered as hell. you resisted the urge to snatch the bowl out of his hands.

“have you seen this?” you gestured at your screen.

“yeah,” he said through a mouthful of cereal. “kinda crazy.”

“kinda crazy?” you repeated, voice high-pitched in disbelief. “she looks like she’s about to drop a whole heartbreak album and you’re just sitting here eating cereal?”

he shrugged, resting the bowl on his stomach. “what you want me to do? cry about it?”

you exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over your face. how was he so nonchalant about his own damn scandal? “okay, well, better start doin' something. because now, you look like the villain.”

he rolled his eyes. “and? people already hate me. why you stressing?”

you scrolled through the endless tweets dragging him, practically feeling your blood pressure rise. “because, dumbass, this makes you look desperate. like you’re waiting around for her.”

and that got his attention.

he paused mid bite, brow raising slightly. “huh.” he chewed for a second, thinking. “yeah, that’s not gonna work.”

you watched him sit up, stretching like this was just another tuesday, not a full blown pr crisis.

“alright,” he exhaled. “guess i gotta do something.”

you crossed your arms. “like what?”

he smirked. “like get a new girl.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“absolutely the fuck not.”

“why not? it makes sense.”

you threw your phone onto his couch, resisting the urge to strangle him. “because it’s stupid. and it’s literally the most obvious move in the book.”

“doesn’t mean it won’t work,” he countered, that signature cocky smirk still on his face. “c’mon, imagine the headlines.”

you already could, unfortunately.

“chris seen with mystery girl just days after scandal”

“chris rebounds with someone unexpected”

“who is the woman stealing chris’ attention?”

except—wait. he wasn’t looking at his phone anymore.

he was looking at you.

“nah.” you shook your head immediately. “nope. don’t even say it.”

“c’mon, ma,” he said, voice smooth, persuasive. “you’re perfect for this.”

“i am not.”

“you literally work in pr. this is your thing.”

“this is insane.”

“nah, it’s smart.” he leaned back, arms stretched over the couch. “you’re already around me all the time, it wouldn’t look forced. plus, you know how to make it believable.”

“you are out of your fucking mind.”

“you’d get hella publicity too,” he added. “like, genius pr agent takes on the impossible task of rebranding me? and then falls for me in the process? c’mon, that’s fire.”

“no.”

“yes.”

but then your phone buzzed with a new headline.

“a source close to chris says he’s ‘doing his own thing’”

you groaned. because if there was one thing worse than fake dating chris, it was letting his ex win the pr game.

he saw your hesitation immediately.

and he smirked.

“knew you’d come around, babe.”

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tvgirlie24 · 6 months ago

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Not Enough pt.3

Things settle down between you and Alexia, but it doesn’t mean that everything is perfect now. You still have your own struggles to overcome and Alexia tries to help as much as she can.

small angst, some fluff

part 2

Things got significantly easier after that encounter after the match, you wouldn’t say that everything was alright suddenly, you were still very hesitant around Alexia, but most of the tension was definitely gone, and you didn’t dread going to trainings as much as you used to. Though, you did have to remind Alexia that you were in fact okay and she didn’t need to ask you every other minute. As sweet as it was, it was getting a bit overwhelming at times, mostly because you were still getting used to the version of Alexia that didn’t hate you.

Although, things have improved a lot in the past 2 weeks, you still struggled with your confidence out on the pitch, having a hard time with being comfortable in your shots and passes. So even though Alexia made a point of always telling you that you did a good job at the end of training, you knew it was far from the truth, constantly leaving training frustrated with your performance. You naively thought that if the situation with Alexia got resolved then maybe you would start doing better, but it seemed that Alexia did a lot more damage than you initially thought, a fact, which even Alexia noticed apparently.

You could see Alexia approaching you, after yet another training session, where your performance was well below the average, to say the least, and you got scared momentarily. She hadn’t raised her voice around since that day, but you couldn’t help but think that this was it. She got fed up with how shitty you’ve been playing, and she was about to tell you off, tell you to get it together and start playing like you’re playing for Barça and not some low rated team. You supposed it was a bit unfair, she’s been nothing but nice to you these past 2 weeks, but some things are hard to get rid of.

But when she got to you, she didn’t seem angry or as if she was about to scold you. She gave you a small smile and stopped you as you were in the process of putting away some of the equipment. She silently took some of the stuff from your hands, laying it back down on the ground and you looked up at her, slightly frowning, wordlessly asking her was she was doing.

“Hey so, uhm, I just wanted to ask you how you were doing? If you were okay?” She asked hesitantly, causing you to frown even more. You really didn’t understand what her point here was. “Alexia, I’ve told you before, I feel fine, you don’t need to keep asking me all the time.”

“Sí, sí, I know, you feel okay, but I meant it more like, if you feel okay, uhh, mentally?” You could see she was really trying to be careful about how she worded her question, but that didn’t provide you with any more clarity.

“I guess, yeah? Why are you asking?”

“Uhm, vale, por favor, don’t think I’m trying to insult you, I’m not, prometo. It’s just that I see how you’re playing, and I know you can play much better. I’m not saying that you’re playing badly, it’s just that you’re making mistakes, no, no, not mistakes, uhh, choices you wouldn’t usually make, from how I’ve seen you play before and I just wondered-“

You couldn’t help but giggle a little, unintentionally interrupting her intense rambling. You could see what her point was now, and you found it a bit adorable how she was desperately trying not to insult you. While you did get to see her be a bit more carefree lately, you never imagined her being all shy and rambling, trying her hardest to be as nice to you as possible, it was still a very weird sight.

Though she just frowned at you, confused what you were laughing about. “¿Qué?”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re rambling, like, a lot.” You pointed out carefully, also not wanting to insult her.

“Vale, lo siento, I just really don’t want this to come across the wrong way, and I know it’s not my place to ask, but I just wanted to check in on you.” She said, a lot more calmly than before.

You were about to reply but quickly stopped yourself. What were you supposed to tell her?

Yeah, you know, I’m actually pretty insecure about my playing skills and it’s mostly because of you, because for weeks that I was here you kept telling me that everything I do is wrong, so now I’m having a hard time playing like I did before because I’m second guessing my every move, but no worries, all is good.

Yeah no, you don’t want to say this, you know you could, hypothetically, but Alexia was desperately trying to fix everything between the two of you and the last thing you wanted was to make her feel guilty about something that she couldn’t change. You weren’t sure what to tell, so you settled for a little half-truth.

“I guess I just lost some confidence? The style of play is a bit different here and it’s just taking me some time to get used to. I know I haven’t been playing that well I promise I’m working on it it’s just that-“

“Yeah, no, I get it. I can see that you’re working very hard, I didn’t mean to imply that you’re not. I assume I’m also a reason why you aren’t as confident anymore?”

Now it was your turn to ramble. “No? Yes? Kind of? It’s not just you, I swear. There just has been a lot going on and a lot to adjust to, I guess it has taken a toll on my playing a lot more than I realized.”

“Hey, no, you don’t need to lie to me to save my ego, I’m not a kid, I should be able to take responsibility for my actions.” Alexia realizing that she was the root of your insecurities was, in a way, even worse then her being the reason for you passing out. And if she didn’t feel like a piece of shit before, she definitely felt like one now. It was humiliating for her, her whole career was built on empowering women in sports and yet, she was responsible for her own teammate feeling like she wasn’t a good player anymore, all because she was too stubborn and judgmental.

She let out a breath, trying to figure out the right thing to say, although she realized there probably isn’t anything that she could say that would take away all the damage that she had caused. Still, she was determined to fix this in any way she could.

“I’m sorry, I know that a simple apology won’t fix this, that nothing I can say will fix this but I really am.” She stopped to think about what she could do to help you with this problem. She got an idea but wasn’t sure how on board you would be with it, aware that things still weren’t really perfect between you.

“Maybe, if you wanted to, I could help you practice your shots? Maybe that could help you get a bit more confidence back, you know? You don’t have to do it with me of course! I would understand if you didn’t want to, I could ask Patri or maybe Aitana, I’m sure they would love to help, but still, it’s just an idea, you can say no if-“

While you were enjoying this new-found side of Alexia that apparently liked to ramble, you decided to interrupt her, for her own sake.

“Alexia, breath.” She stopped and took a deep breath, anxiously looking down at you.

You liked her idea, you really did, but you weren’t too sure about what it would be like to practice with her. You knew it would probably help, and that she was trying everything that she could to fix this, but you still had your doubts about her. But you did want to give her a chance, fully aware that things would never completely settle down between the two of you if you didn’t put in some work as well. So, while you weren’t totally convinced that it was a good idea you decided to agree.

“Yeah, okay, I like that idea, I think it could really help if we practice together a bit.” You answered, maybe a bit hesitantly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Alexia.

“¿Sí?” She asked hopefully. “Yes.” You answered a bit more confidently.

“Vale, well, we could stay after training couple of times? If that works for you? Not for too long, maybe just half an hour?”

You nodded, “yeah, that sounds good.” You agreed with a small smile. “We could start tomorrow?”

“Sí, perfecta.” She smiled and helped you put away the rest of the stuff.

Although Alexia could tell that you weren’t really confident in your decision, she was glad that you agreed. It felt like a step forward, a small one, but a step nonetheless.

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You were a bit nervous about staying here with Alexia, to say the least. You haven’t had the chance to spend some time together without other people being there, except for when she found you crying after that match, but even that was only for a short amount of time. This would be the first time that you would actually hang out, and you were slightly freaking out. Would it be awkward? What are you going to talk about? Are you even going to talk about anything? Or are you just going to practice and that’s it? You were overthinking, a lot, and you were spaced out pretty much the entire day. The closer it got to the end of training the more nervous you got. What you didn’t know was that Alexia was freaking out just as much as you, maybe even more. She was aware that your relationship was on a shaky grounds, and she wanted this opportunity to help mend things between you two, but she was scared of the possibility of messing it up.

Still, she approached you confidently, asking you if you wanted to take a small break and then get started to which you quickly agreed, retreating inside to cool down a little. After couple of minutes, you went back outside, seeing her set up some of the equipment so you went over to help her.

“No, don’t worry, I got it. Are you ready to start? Are you feel-“

“Alexia, I swear to God if you’re going to ask me if I feel okay, I’m going to stomp on your foot. I feel fine. If I don’t, I will tell you. I promise.” You said, trying to sound serious but you couldn’t stop a smile from forming on your face.

She laughed and nodded. “Okay, okay, I understand. So, can we start?”

So, it turns out, that it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Both of you were a bit awkward in the beginning, too careful to really enjoy yourself, but as time passed you both got a bit more comfortable and by the end both of you ended up joking around and laughing together. If anyone told you a month ago that you would be spending your free time practicing with Alexia and having fun, you would tell them that they’re out of their mind. But that’s how it was. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun, since you could remember football was always something you were expected to do, sometimes even pushed to do, and you loved it, you really did, but sometimes it felt like a chore, something you had to do and that took most of the joy out of it. You really didn��t expect Alexia being the one to help you find some of that joy again.

“Bien, you’re already doing much better.” She said as she passed you and lightly squeezed your shoulder. You never could’ve guessed how nice Alexia’s praise would feel, and you gave her a shy smile.

“Thank you for this, it really helped me. I haven’t had this much fun while playing in years, so I appreciate it.” You said softly and she gave you a confused look.

“Do you not enjoy playing?” She asked, hoping to understand where you’re coming from.

“No, I do, it’s just that sometimes there are so many bad things going on that it’s hard to not pay attention to it. So, most of the time my love for playing is just kind of shadowed by all the things people say and think about me. I try not to care about it but it’s not always easy, every time I play I always think about being good, not really about having fun. Even my dad always told me that no matter what I do, I will never have fun if I want to be the best at it.” You shrugged, not really thinking of what you said as something deep, but Alexia gave you a sad look.

You supposed it was different for her, sure she had to face her own hardships, but to her football was everything. She loved what she did and enjoyed it every minute of every day, while you often questioned why you were still even playing at all. If it weren’t for your dad you would’ve quit years ago, maybe you would’ve never even started at all, who knows.

“I’m sorry, I wish it wasn’t like that for you. I don’t think your dad is right though, you should always enjoy what you do. Sure, it won’t be easy, but you should still have fun, otherwise there’s no point in doing it.” She explained passionately and you could tell how much love she carried for football, how she truly believed what she was saying.

“I mean, you’re right, I know that, but it was never like that for me, but it’s okay, I’m used to it.” You dismissed, not really wanting to discuss it any further.

Although Alexia didn’t continue the conversation, you could see that there was a deep frown on her face. It looked as though she couldn’t fathom feeling like you did and being so content with it. But she could sense that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so she changed the topic.

“By the way, there’s going to be a teambuilding night tomorrow, at Patri’s house. I wasn’t sure if anyone let you know, you’re coming right?”

“Oh, no, no one told me, thanks but I will probably pass.” You said sheepishly.

“¿Por qué?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never been to one. What do you even do at teambuilding night?”

“You’ve never been to one?”

“Uhh, no. No one ever invited me.”

“You’re being serious? You never got invited to any? It’s teambuilding, the whole team is meant to be there.”

“I mean I got invited once, back when I first started playing for my old club, but it was just out of politeness. I could tell that no one actually wanted me there, so I just didn’t go. No one ever asked why I wasn’t there, or to come again, so that pretty much just confirmed that they just asked me to not be assholes. I was never friends with any of my teammates, we were just friendly to each other, mostly for the sake of not having any drama within the team.” You explained, trying your hardest to seem nonchalant about it, while Alexia was completely speechless.

You supposed that was another difference between the two of you. She was a well-liked member of the team, respected and admired but still a favorite person to have around, meanwhile you were always an outcast. Never one to find a close friend in any team or to be invited to hang out. You always tried to act like it didn’t bother you, that you preferred to be on your own anyway, but deep inside you longed to have a team that liked you, to have someone to rely on and to have that kind of deep connection with someone. As much as you tried to pretend to be okay with it, you weren’t. No one liked to be an outcast.

“Well, it’s not like that this time, I’m not inviting you just to be polite. So, por favor, come. I promise you will like it. We drink a little, play some games and talk about anything but football, it’s basically a small get together.”

“I don’t know, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Just give it a try, I promise it’s going to be nice. You won’t regret it.”

“Okay, okay, if you insist.” You agreed, knowing that Alexia probably wouldn’t let it go until she convinced you to go.

“Perfecta.” She smiled and waved you goodbye as you both made your way to your cars.

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You thanked your Uber and got out of the car, slowly making your way to Patri’s house. You were ridiculously anxious, but the thing was that you couldn’t remember the last time you actually hung out with a large group of people. You were never a popular member of any of the teams you’ve played with but you also didn’t really have any friends when you used to go to school either. You were always on your own for most of your life so your social skills were understandably pretty rusty. Sure you saw the girls almost every day but it wasn’t a hang out, you were there to train but now you wouldn’t have football to focus on. You desperately hoped that you would be able to blend in, have a drink or two and then get out without anyone noticing.

You knocked on the door and not long after the door swung open with Mapi standing in the doorway, smiling brightly at you. “Hola chica! Vamos, come in!” She ushered you in and closed the door behind you.

“Kitchen is on the left, grab anything you want, some girls are in the living room and some are outside in the garden, just go down the hall and turn right you won’t miss it.” She explained quickly and left, and you just stood there wondering what to do with yourself. The thought of walking in and everyone staring at you terrified you and you weren’t quite ready for that just yet.

You went into the kitchen hoping to have a moment alone and to your luck no one was there. You sat down at one of the chairs and took a deep breath, wanting to calm down a little but you were failing miserably. After a couple of minutes, you heard footsteps and not long after you felt someone slightly shaking you by the shoulder.

You looked up and saw Alexia who once again had a concerned frown on her face. “¿Estás bien?” She asked and you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She raised her eyebrows, and you could tell she wasn’t convinced by your weak attempt at lying.

“Okay, I’m a little nervous, this is all so new to me, and it just freaks me out a little. I never went to any teambuildings or celebratory parties and I just don’t know what to expect.” You explained, not really understanding why you felt the need to explain yourself to Alexia, at the end of the day you didn’t owe her anything, but there was something about her than made you want to tell her.

“I understand but you have nothing to worry about, prometo. I know it’s all new and scary but all the girls are very nice and it doesn’t usually get too crazy when we have one of these nights.” She reassured you as sat down next to you. “We can just stay here for a while if you want to.”

You appreciated her efforts but there probably wasn’t anything that she could say that would calm you down, this was just one of the things that you needed to get over with. So, after sitting for a short while you stood up and so did Alexia, offering you her hand to hold and against your better judgement you did. Her hand was warm and so much bigger than yours but so comforting to hold, it was a simple touch but it left you craving more. You shook your head, quickly getting rid of the ridiculous thoughts you were having.

She’s your captain, get it together.

You put on a brave face and walked in the direction of the living room, holding onto Alexia and praying that she wouldn’t let go. And she didn’t, even when you sat down she kept your hand in hers, silently providing you comfort when other girls would strike up conversation with you.

You remained quiet for most of the night, though you were pretty content with that. You didn’t have anything to add to the conversation for the most part, but you were also just not as outspoken as your other teammates. Most of your anxiety was also gone and you had Alexia to thank that for. She stayed by your side and served as a calming presence to you throughout the whole night. You actually ended up enjoying yourself much more than you thought you would and you found yourself staying a lot longer than you initially planned to.

Around midnight you stood up, claiming to be too tired to stay any longer and you bid everyone goodbye but as you were about to leave Alexia stopped you and asked, “hey, how are you getting home?”

“Oh, I was planning on taking Uber.”

“No, I can drive you.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry, I-“

“Just let me give you a ride, por favor.”

You knew there was no point in trying to argue with her, so you agreed. “Fine, okay, thank you.” You smiled appreciatively and she returned the smile.

She said goodbye to the girls that were still staying and you both made your way to her car, Alexia even opening and closing the door for you, a small gesture that left you blushing like a school girl.

You didn’t talk in the car as comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Though there was one thing you longed to asked her. You desperately wanted to understand why she was being so nice to you suddenly, quite literally going out of her way to be kind to you and it confused you so much. You were afraid that you probably wouldn’t get a better chance to ask her than right now, so you decided to just bite the bullet and ask her.

“Can I ask you something?”

She hummed in agreement and you took a deep breath.

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? Not that I mind, but I just don’t really understand it? You hated me and then out of nowhere you completely changed how you behaved and I just don’t get it.”

She let out a breath, staying quiet for a while and you started to regret asking her anything. You were about to tell her to forget about it but she started talking first.

“I know it seems sudden, it kind of is, I understand. I guess that training when you fainted was a wake up call for me? I felt like I got slapped. I didn’t like you but that doesn’t mean I ever wanted to hurt you. And most of all I made a judgement about you without actually knowing you. I guess I was jealous of you, I worked my whole life for what I achieved and I felt like you got all of that with the whip of your fingers. I know now that it’s not true, and dios mío I am so ashamed of ever thinking it, but that’s what I thought. I felt like no one ever made you work for what you had and I didn’t want that for our team. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am about it all, you did not deserve that, not from me and not from anyone else. I will do everything that I can to make it up to you, I promise.” She explained nervously, wanting you to understand how truly sorry she was about everything.

You were quiet for a while, this was probably the first time that anyone ever apologized for treating you badly, and you didn’t know what to say. You were still hurt by her actions, no doubt, but you couldn’t deny that she has done so much in the past few days to fix it. So, yeah maybe it would take you a bit more time to really be okay with everything that had happened, but you were already starting to forgive her little by little.

You still haven’t said anything when Alexia parked in front of your home and she looked over at you, anxiously biting her lip.

“Thank you for apologizing and for everything that you have done for me in the past few days, it all really means a lot to me.” You said sincerely as you undid your belt, and she gave you a small nod.

With not having anything else to say you said goodbye and got out of her car, but as you were about to close the door you realized you wanted to say one last thing.

“And thank you for the ride.” You said with a slight giggle.

“No problem, see you tomorrow?” She asked with her soft smile.“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

You smiled and as you made your way inside you realized that suddenly you were very excited for tomorrow to come, not noticing that Alexia stayed in the driveway until you got inside safely. Coincidentally, she was just as excited for tomorrow as you, maybe even a little bit more.

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This was NOT meant to be this long but whatever, hope you liked it anyway🤗 2 more parts to go and the story is finished🥳

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ariichive · 10 months ago

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feeling touch

k. sakusa

sakusa was good at reading people. it was a skill that came with being a good volleyball player such as himself. knowing where to hit a spike, finding the perfect spot for a service ace, and understanding his teammates.

the ability even followed him outside of the court. sakusa found himself observing people everywhere. the couple on the train; the girl had a nervous look on her face as she clutched her stomach, often stealing glances at the man busy on his phone. pregnant. sakusa remembers thinking to himself. the same day, he watched a stray dog on the busy streets of japan circling a busy food vendor.

it was no surprise when the dog snatched food from the owners hands and ran off into an alley way, the curses of the owner blending in to the surrounding noise.

yes; this was all natural for him but not for most people. at least, to him in particular.

people did not understand kiyoomi sakusa.

he think it's his whole demeanor. sure, he might not be the most friendly looking, but he was still human with human normal reactions. he remembers one day after a dominant win against a damn good team.

interviewers flocked to him, fans were everywhere; it was overwhelming. there was nothing more he wanted than to go home, where he could relax after a long match and wait for you to come home from work.

home. he kept repeating in his head, making his way through the crowd. he answered questions simply if they were asked. he was almost through the seemingly never-ending pool of people, when a hand circled around his wrist. sakusa immediately turned around, yanking his wrist out their hand with swiftness. with a glare, he took a step back. a girl with a big number 15 on her shirt. oh, a fan.

"h-hi," the girl spoke in a high-pitched voice. like a dog whistle. sakusa nodded his head in a greeting, eagerly turning around to continue on his way. he wasn't the nicest when it came to fans, but if his fans were really genuine they would understand he did not appreciate being touched.

clearly, this girl was not so genuine.

she grabbed his wrist, again, this time with a bit more force. "w-wait!" sakusa sighed but stopped nonetheless knowing this could go on forever. she squealed when he stopped; his eye twitching. "can we take a picture? please?" sakusa couldn't deny there was a sparkle in her eyes and he feels as if he didn't take a picture her dreams would be absolutely crushed. while he wasn't big on social interactions, he wasn't exactly a monster. "yes, make it quick. please, do not touch me." he managed to mutter out.

the girl quickly stood next to him, a centimeter of distance between them as she whipped out her phone to take a selfie with him next to her. she pressed the button, a 3 second timer starting.

3...

2..

as soon as the timer hit 1, the girl quickly pressed her lips against his cheek.

fear and disgust immediately ran through his body as he shoved the girl, not caring that she ended up on the ground. "never come near me again, you disgusting shit." sakusa meant every word, and he probably would have said more if he wasn't so focused on getting out. pushing throw the crowd, he barely paid attention to the concern looks of bokuto and hinata. if he would've looked back, he'd witness atsumu angrily snatching the phone from the crazed fan.

home. he had to get home.

the journey home was a quick one, he had too much occupying his mind. as soon as he stepped into his safe space, sakusa made a beeline to the shower. a shivering feeling of disgust and guilt taking over him. with the amount of reporters around, you were bound to see the news. he can't believe another persons lips were on him; he could only imagine your reaction. would you be angry? disappointed? disgusted?

sakusa scrubbed harder at his skin.

when he was done in the shower, he still didn't feel clean enough. he had half the mind to go back in, let the burning hot water consume him as a whole. he would have, if it wasn't for the sound of the front door opening. his heartbeat picked up pace, he quickly dried himself and threw on a shirt and sweats. it'll be okay. he reassured himself as he stepped out into the open space of your shared residence.

as he made eye contact with you, he felt a pinch of fear crawl up his spine when you didn't hug him as usual or give him a kiss as a greeting.

you knew.

he felt an apology about to slip out his lips, the guilt weighing on his heart.

"i'm so sorry, omi... atsumu told me what happened."

you said an apology before him, leaving sakusa stunned. why were you apologizing?

noticing his lack of response, you continued. "atsumu told me what happened... i'm so sorry you had to go through that. i understand if you want space to collect yourself, i won't overstep any boundaries."

you understood how dire the situation was; noting how important it was to keep sakusa's feelings in mind. he looked shaken up when you arrived home, so you thought it was best to not add to his discomfort; hence the lack of physical greeting.

sakusa sighed, "..you don't have to apologize. it was my-"

"don't you dare say it was your fault!" you took a hesitant step towards him, and when he didn't move away, you hugged the tall outside hitter; he melted into your arms.

"the only person to blame is that crazy fan, it had nothing to do with you. nobody deserves that to happen to them."

sakusa bathed in the comfort of your words, finally finding the energy to hug you back.

"you're right, love. i'm glad to be home with you."

yeah, you knew this was his way of saying i love you. "i love you too! now let's find something to eat, you must be hungry after that game. ugh, i wish i could've gone! your highlights are trending, the ladies at work..."

he listened to you chatter away, a big smile present on his face.

sakusa wasn't hard to understand, it just took the right people to understand him.

bonus

"whaddya gonna do with this photo?" atsumu stared at the phone of sakusa's fangirl, a look of disgust and hatred taking form. he quickly deleted it as he went to her recently deleted album to ensure it would be gone permanently. he wasn't surprised to see her lock screen was a picture of sakusa, or the number of pictures she had of him in her photos. "oh you're not right in the head," he chuckled mockingly as he stared down at the girl, who tried to get up only to be pushed back down by bokuto. "oops, didn't see you right there." bokuto said almost robotically; everyone knew he was lying as he scratched his neck in boredom.

hinata eventually made his way over. "oooh, a fan?" to any onlooker, it would look like the hyper-orange-haired male had genuine, pure curiosity. but his teammates knew.

"yeah, a fan. huge fan of omi omi, hundreds of pictures of him in her gallery." atsumu said as he slung an arm around hinata's shoulders. he found pleasure in the embarrassed look on her face. she stuttered out lame excuses he didn't bother listening to. "hey, kou, shoyo, since she's such a big fan, why don't we show her an up-close play?"

"hell yeah!" bokuto cheered as he high fives hinata. the obsessed fan could only watch in horror as her phone was tossed to hinata, who bumped it to atsumu, who then set it towards bokuto.

bokuto, feeling a strong sense of defending his friend and teammate, spiked her phone into the floor with a loud cracking sound that echoed throughout the stadium. meian turned a blind eye to his team's antics.

atsumu took out his own phone, taking a selfie. he made sure the crying girl on the ground hovering over her broken phone was in the background.

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charlieday88 · 2 years ago

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#bechloe #pitch perfect #chloe beale #beca mitchell #anna kendrick #brittany snow #beca x chloe #pitch perfect2 #imagine your otp #pitch perfect 2

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months ago

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[2:12 pm]

(cw: parent!au, sassy kid)

Dad!Renjun loved his daughter. He loved her more than anything in the world. Okay, maybe as much as he loved you. Okayyy, maybe a little more, but could you blame him? She was the perfect mix of both of you. In all her looks and personality, she was half of each of you.

But… Renjun did find himself getting frustrated with how similar she was to him sometimes. Her eggs had to be cooked a certain way every morning. Her juice always had to be in the same cup and her milk always in a separate cup. Her strawberries always had to be cut into quarters and no longer the slices that she liked two months ago. It was hard to keep up with her!

When Renjun imagined having a daughter, a child in general, he never imagined that these would be the most difficult moments. Hearing his little girl complain about her eggs being too brown and give him the silent treatment for an hour felt immensely harder than the nights where she cried the whole night. Do you even know how many Barbies it took to bribe his daughter into talking to him again? Three. Three Barbies. And he was sure the next time he so much as cut a strawberry in uneven quarters, the price would go up to four Barbies.

Speaking of, when she’d begrudgingly asked Renjun to play Barbies with her 10 minutes ago, he didn’t think this was going to be hard. It had taken her the whole 10 minutes to find a Barbie she didn’t even like to be Renjun’s character for the day.

Renjun bounced the doll around, talking in a high pitched voice, “Hi! My name is Jane! How are you? I’m a princess!”

“Appa, she’s not a princess. She’s a mom.” His daughter told him bluntly.

“But baby, she’s in a princess dress. Can’t she be a princess and a mom?” Renjun asked.

She sighed, setting her doll down and interlacing her fingers. She turned to Renjun looking every bit the unamused boss she was emanating. Why did it make him feel a little nervous? “Appa, your Barbie is a mom. She doesn’t talk like that, she wears the dress because it’s long and she only has one leg and she’s sad about it—”

“Well, why does she only have one leg?”

“Because! Appa. It broke off and that’s why I don’t play with her. I told you to fix it and you never did!” She exclaims with a roll of her eyes, “she’s a mom and her husband is at war and he doesn’t love her anymore. And her kids don’t like her either.”

Away at war? Where was she learning these things? “Wow… okay. Why don’t her kids like her?” Renjun asked again.

“Because she’s a bad mom.” The girl answered simply, “can you play the right way now?”

“Who is your character?”

“My character is a businesswoman and she has a powerful company and all her workers love her and she has seven puppies and she lives in a mansion and she has a pool and she has an elevator in her house and her house has three stories! And her name is Jill!” His daughter explained excitedly, eyes sparkling while she stared at the Barbie Dream House that had taken him three and a half hours to build on Christmas Eve.

So Renjun played Barbies as well as he could. It seemed his daughter really liked being the boss. Being bossy more like… Every time ‘Jane’ went into the wrong room ‘Jill’ was there to tell her how dirty her dress was and remind her how her kids hated her. “And Jane, didn’t one of your kids throw up because she ate your burnt pancakes? How do you even keep your husband? Oh wait! You don’t!” His daughter laughed, shaking her Barbie around.

You came into the living room, eyes trained on the scene in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at your daughter, “what did I tell you about making the Barbies play like my dramas?”

His daughter pouted, “to not to…”

“And were you nice with Appa or mean?”

His daughter’s eyes found his, squinting threateningly. As threatening as a 5 year old could look. “I was playing nice!” His daughter lied.

“Yeah right, missy. Say sorry to Appa and come get your snacks,” you instructed with your arms crossed.

His daughter stood and turned to him with her lips jutted out sadly, “Appa, I’m sorry I made your Barbie ugly and sad and made everyone hate her. And she didn’t have a job and she was missing a leg and she’s the ugliest one I have.”

“And what else?” You goad her with a pointed look.

“And thank you for playing with me and I love you!” The girl finishes with a smile. A smile with a gap that he had helped handle just a couple days ago. A smile he loved. Even if it was a little menacing…

Renjun feels his heart melts as he tugs her into his arms, “you’re very welcome, my love.”

She presses a soft peck to his cheek, stopping to whisper in his ear, “even though you’re not very good at it.”

Was… his daughter his bully? God, he owed his members so many apologies because this attitude was all him.

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yourownutopia · 3 months ago

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Shadowborn ( a jin woo x reader story)

When the Shadow Monarch adds you to his ranks, he has no idea what he's in for. Not only are you uncontrollable, but you also harbor a secret that even the System keeps hidden from him. As he searches for a way to bring you under control, it becomes clear that your existence exposes a flaw in the perfect structure of the shadows—one that no one could have foreseen. Why don’t you yield to his will, and more importantly, why doesn’t the System want you to remember? [Jin Woo x fem! shadow! reader]

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Chapter Index :

[Prologue], [1ʰᵉʳᵉ] [2]

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Song: Shadowborn - Hiroyuki Sawano

Calm before the storm - It's me they all are coming for Be my shadowborn

We're back to take the pain - My soul is indestructible

I steal you from the grave - So cursed to be a slave

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Make sure to read the [Prologue] before diving into the Story! :)

Notes: I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes or if I sometimes use incorrect words.

Chapter 1: Distortion

Aside from the echo of [Y/N]'s footsteps reverberating against the stone walls of the narrow corridor, there was an oppressive silence. Jin-Woo’s own steps were so light they were drowned out by hers.

The quiet was unsettling, pressing down on her like an invisible shroud of unease. Whenever the pitch darkness eased slightly, her gaze would wander, trying to take in her surroundings. Most of the time, though, her eyes fixated on the back of the Shadow Monarch’s head. He clearly noticed the piercing stare of his newest shadow—yet chose to ignore it in silence.

Jin-Woo appeared calm on the outside, but inside, a storm of questions and frustration raged.

Who was she? Why was she so different from every other shadow he'd summoned? Why could she speak?

How had she died? What had killed her? Why did she refuse to obey him? And why, of all things, did he even care?

Alongside his irritation, another emotion simmered just beneath the surface: anger. But it wasn’t directed at her—not in the slightest. This realization only fueled his frustration further. Was he angry because he hadn’t followed through on his own resolve? Because he hesitated? Or was it something else?

Perhaps his rage stemmed from having to confront his own helplessness. Or worse—from the faint glimmer of pity he felt for her. Did he pity her? Wasn’t he stronger than this, past such weaknesses?

Hadn’t he grown beyond such emotions?

Yet, here she was, standing as a constant reminder of his internal contradictions. Why had he brought her along despite her defiance? Was it really just because he sought a strong shadow? Or was it something deeper? Perhaps it was the lost, fractured look in her eyes—peculiar for someone who was supposed to be dead.

Even in her silence, he could hear it—the quiet lament of her restless soul, the faint whispers of unspoken pain. He hadn’t understood the words, but the meaning was crystal clear.

To be fair, Jin-Woo couldn’t imagine what being a shadow truly felt like. After all, every shadow he’d ever summoned had willingly joined his ranks—or so he thought.

Byung-Gu was the only one he knew of who hadn’t wanted to keep fighting but had done so purely to save Cha’s life. Jin-Woo had assumed he could only recruit shadows who were, in some way, willing to serve him. Yet she had made it unmistakably clear that she had no such intention.

They entered a wider chamber, and Jin-Woo abruptly came to a stop. [Y/N] halted as well, more out of instinct than choice.

Had he truly forced her to his side? Or did she have her own reason for being here?

The thought compelled him to glance back at her for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

[Y/N] flinched, almost imperceptibly, as Jin-Woo suddenly turned his head to meet her gaze. His piercing gray eyes cut through her, sending a chill down her spine. For a brief moment, she feared she’d angered him simply by existing.

Where had her courage gone?

She wanted to say something, anything, but her throat was so dry that the words refused to come. Jin-Woo’s lips twitched slightly—an almost-smile—before he opened his inventory.

“We’ll rest here,” he announced, scrolling through his items.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Rest? Why? Does he need it? He didn’t look remotely tired, but she wasn’t about to complain.

She took a moment to scan the room. It was small, dimly lit by a few flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. They hadn’t encountered any monsters yet—a bit unusual for a dungeon of this size. Still, Jin-Woo clearly wanted to get through this place quickly.

He’d already spent several days here, and his shadows had cleared out countless monsters. But at some point, even he wanted to go home.

Jin-Woo sat down on the floor, pulling out some of the food Jinha had prepared for him. The growling of his stomach was a reminder of how long he’d been in this dungeon. Time tended to blur here, but it had to have been over two days.

The rustling of plastic caught [Y/N]’s attention. She opened her eyes to see Jin-Woo unwrapping a neatly packed sandwich.

He looks almost innocent like that, she thought, watching him take a bite while scrolling through his translucent interface.

Her unrelenting gaze didn’t go unnoticed, even though Jin-Woo gave no outward reaction.

“Want some?” he asked suddenly, glancing up.

[Y/N] blinked, tilting her head as though she hadn’t understood the question.

“Huh?”

With an irritated grunt, Jin-Woo held up another sandwich, his expression impatient. It was clear he wasn’t used to his shadows needing food, but she wasn’t exactly like the others.

[Y/N] hesitated. She was dead, wasn’t she? There was no reason for her to eat. She didn’t even feel hungry. Yet, the gesture surprised her—it was unexpectedly kind. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought.

Shaking her head, she waved the offer away. “I don’t think I need it,” she replied calmly.

Jin-Woo shrugged, returning to his interface. Meanwhile, [Y/N] stared at the faintly glowing panel before him. She couldn’t read it—everything was backward from her perspective—but something about it felt familiar. Slowly, fragments of memory surfaced.

A dark void. A golden window. Words forming before her eyes, their meaning sinking deep into her consciousness.

[The System congratulates the user on receiving a new title: “Shadow Warden.” User Sung Jin-Woo has recruited you as his shadow servant.]

Her lips moved before she realized it. “Jin-Woo.”

Hearing his name spoken by her, Jin-Woo froze. There was something about the way she said it, almost like she was testing the sound, trying it on her tongue.

Unlike his other shadows, she didn’t address him with reverence or titles. Just his name.

“What?” he asked, swallowing his last bite.

“Your name,” she murmured, as though it held some hidden meaning she was determined to uncover.

Something about her strange demeanor got under his skin. “My shadows usually address me by my title,” he said, his tone cool.

Her sharp eyes locked onto his, unflinching. “Don’t they feel ridiculous doing that?” she asked bluntly.

“…”

Jin Woo didn’t answer her question. No, damn it—why should they? They were his shadows, he was their ruler, and they were grateful to serve someone like him. So why her? What was her problem?

"Then why did you come along? Why didn’t you want me to me send you back?" Jin Woo finally asked, genuinely curious about the answer.

[Y/N] stayed silent for a moment before responding.

"I didn’t want to," she muttered.

"That’s nonsense," the black-haired man said, standing up again. His movement made the [H/C]-haired woman look up at him once more.

His voice was firm, almost cutting. He had seen the relief flicker across her face when he had let her go earlier.

"Maybe you’re different from the other shadows, but don’t think for a second that you can fool me," he added, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"I cannot force shadows ranked higher than me. So, I’ll ask you again: why are you here?"

His question seemed to strike a chord within her. For once, there was no sharp or sarcastic comeback. Instead, she turned her head away, her silence prompting the Shadow Monarch to raise a brow. For the first time, her expression revealed something other than smugness.

Discomfort.

She didn’t want to answer. The question clearly made her uneasy, which only confirmed his suspicions. Her earlier words were a lie—she definitely had a reason.

"I..." she started after a few moments of silence, taking a deep breath.

"Honestly, I didn’t have much time to think about it," she finally said, looking up at the young Shadow Monarch.

His expression was incredulous, as if to say, “Are you serious right now?”

"H-Hey, I know how that sounds! You’d think I had all the time in the world—there’s not exactly much to do when you’re dead," she added defensively, her tone almost pleading as if trying to justify herself. This earned a faint smirk from the black-haired man.

"But that’s not how it is..." she murmured, her voice quieter now.

The contrast between her sarcasm and her current embarrassment was, frankly, quite entertaining to him. None of his shadows would ever behave this way.

This was something Jin Woo had noticed more and more during his time as the Shadow Monarch—the lack of true human interaction in his life. His shadows were loyal, but their emotional intelligence was limited.

Beru was the only one who could speak, yet even he stayed silent unless directly addressed. Their relationship was one-sided: Jin Woo commanded, and they obeyed. Whenever he sought advice, he never received an honest, thoughtful response—only the answers they believed he wanted to hear. Like the others, Beru’s sole concern was to keep him satisfied. Unpleasant truths? They were never spoken.

Shadows, after all, weren’t human. They lacked complex thoughts and true free will. It was only now, in moments like this, that Jin Woo fully realized just how far removed he’d become from social interaction.

Before his solo leveling journey, he had never been particularly outgoing. But back then, he’d at least been forced to engage with people. Now, it was just him and his shadows.

His gaze lingered on her, studying her features intently.

Her mere presence created a strange tension. He wasn’t used to not being alone—not like this. His shadows were always there, of course, but they didn’t cast judgmental glances. His actions didn’t need to make sense to them; they never questioned him. His rule was absolute, and that meant he never had to worry about missteps or what anyone thought of him.

But with her...

His eyes drifted over her slight, almost delicate form once more. With her, it was different. Her eyes were sharp, observant, filled with thoughts she had no problem voicing—unlike Beru.

But why on earth was she so reluctant now?

The resurrection had been both a rescue from eternal darkness and a curse of the shadows.

[Y/N] could not truly remember the time she had been dead—only the weight in her chest and the endless void surrounding her. That was until the moment a deep voice threatened to wake her from her slumber.

The first time it spoke, it was gentle, but [Y/N] hadn’t even been able to open her eyes. The second time, her eyes had fluttered open briefly as warmth slowly spread through her body, but it still hadn’t been enough to rouse her. It was... peaceful. Why should she leave this calm? There was no reason...

Then, silence—before the commanding voice asked if she truly wished for her end to come here.

The voice of the man seemed to shake something deep within her. A longing? No... it felt more like a desire buried within her soul, clawing its way to the surface.

Her spirit yearned for life, fighting against the crushing weight that tried to hold her down.

She struggled against the heaviness of her eyelids, her vision blurred as the silhouette of a young man materialized before her.

"Arise."

Her eyes snapped open—this time, the voice was not gentle but threatening. It did not sound like the previous two times. Instead, it was layered with a second voice, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her vision was still restricted, her body frozen in place, kneeling before Jin Woo. His form might have appeared human, but [Y/N] could clearly see the second heart beating in his chest, as well as the outline of the colossal ruler of the shadows looming behind him. That presence demanded reverence. His violet eyes burned like flames behind the black-haired man.

She wanted to rise, to flee—to get away from the dangerous, dark figure towering over her.

"Kneel," the loud voice of the Shadow Monarch—no, not the man in front of her—echoed in her ears. It was as though an invisible force pressed her down.

Her body trembled with fear, aching to obey, but her soul refused to yield. Words formed in her mouth, though it felt as if her throat were constricting.

"..."

"N-"

"No," she said.

The shadowed creature's eyes widened, and for the first time in an eternity, the Shadow Monarch was taken aback. No one had ever dared—or even managed—to defy his orders.

"You..." he hissed, his presence growing even more oppressive. Yet, because the human body was not entirely his to command, he could not touch her.

"How dare you," he growled.

This confrontation played out on a level Jin Woo could not yet perceive. A plane between space and time, one he could not enter.

One last time, with all his strength, he tried to bend her to his will, but [Y/N] resisted with equal intensity. Her eyes flickered briefly, and the Monarch's expression shifted slightly in shock.

"This can't be—" he began, but the voice of the shadow interrupted him.

"No!"

The resoluteness in her voice caused his absolute authority to falter. Her form began to manifest fully, and the invisible, crushing grip of the Shadow Monarch ceased immediately. His looming presence disappeared as quickly as it had come, and the oppressive force evaporated.

But it was clear she wasn’t entirely free. Instead, she was now bound to the black-haired man whose piercing gray eyes still bore into her.

Her mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. Her silence seemed to satisfy some base desire Jin Woo must have held—after all she had done so far.

But his moment of triumph was short-lived. She bit her lip, and he could sense her frustration building.

"Why do you even ask me that? You only care about yourself anyway," she snarled.

Slowly but surely, his patience was wearing thin. He had genuinely hoped they could go at least half an hour without wanting to throttle each other—but she made it impossible.

What the hell did she know about him? What did she know about the world he lived in, the sacrifices he had made just to save his family? She knew nothing at all.

"What do you know?" he retorted mockingly. To him, she was just another monster created by the System to torment humans. Why should he listen to anything she had to say?

"I know you think you have the right to use us," she said, her [E/C] eyes locking onto his with defiance as she threw the words at him. Us? She clearly meant the shadows.

"You think you can walk through the world, using us for your purposes. Have you ever thought that maybe we feel things too?" she asked, her voice growing louder.

What was she talking about? Feelings in monsters?

"Of course you didn’t," she continued with dripping sarcasm. "You’re special, so you get to do whatever you want, without thinking about the consequences right? Take whatever you want, however you want. Sure, I get it."

Her shadowed voice was sharp with cynicism.

This time, Jin Woo’s anger wasn’t rooted in his pride as the Shadow Monarch—her words struck him as a person.

She had no idea what he had endured, what he had suffered to get to this point. The times he had barely escaped death, and the sacrifices he had made—all for others, never for himself. And now, here she was, mocking him and calling him a selfish tyrant. Her audacity made his blood boil.

"You don’t know anything. I do this to protect the people I love. I’d go even further if I had to," he growled, his attempt to restrain his anger only partially successful.

"Ah, I see. And that’s why you force your will on others. Makes total sense. My bad," she shot back, her voice dripping with mock understanding.

"YOU want to lecture me about fairness? You’re a monster. You have no right to say anything, especially when your existence is only meant for destruction and chaos. Don’t talk to me about feelings," he snapped, his voice tinged with disdain.

Her breathing grew shallow, rage coursing through her veins.

"I do know something about feelings! I understand pain and fear, but that doesn’t give you the right to use my soul for your purposes! And stop calling me a monster. I was a Hunter, damn it—I know what that feels like!"

Jin Woo’s eyes widened in shock. His anger gave way to confusion.

"A... Hunter?" he echoed.

Her furious expression turned to one of disbelief and confusion. What had she just said? She was a Hunter? That was impossible... he had found her in a Solo Dungeon.

[Y/N] stared blankly at a distant point, her mind in turmoil. What had she said, and why was she so certain it was true?

Images flickered through her mind—brief, static-like distortions, too fleeting to grasp.

"I... was..." she began, her voice trembling.

"A Hunter?" she repeated, more to herself than to Jin Woo, who continued to stare at her, dumbfounded.

Before she could process the thought, searing pain shot through her temples, and she gasped.

Instinctively, she clutched her head as fragmented, flickering images filled her mind.

Flowers.

A hand holding hers.

The static distortions resembled a flickering television.

"What’s wrong?" Jin Woo asked, his irritation replaced by genuine concern.

"Something’s... wrong," [Y/N] managed to say through gritted teeth, digging her fingers into her hair.

Her pained, unfocused eyes darted briefly to Jin Woo, who had pushed himself off the wall. What was happening to her?

To the searing pain, a piercing, high-pitched tone in her ears added itself, drowning out everything else. Her hands pressed against her ears, desperate to block it out—but it was no use. The sound was inside her head.

Panicked, she shook her head. She just wanted it to stop.

Jin Woo felt helpless, unable to understand what was happening to her. But he could see the fear in her eyes. Was this like what happened with Esil? Was the System trying to prevent her from revealing something?

Before he could react, he saw her body falter—unable to withstand the pressure any longer.

Before she could hit the ground, he moved swiftly, catching her in his arms.

Her body had gone completely limp, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

He had already noticed he could touch her, but the fact that her body resembled that of a human caught him off guard. Every living being, whether human or monster, had its own mana flow, but with her? There was nothing.

Carefully, he laid her on the ground, the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight dancing over her face. The gust of wind from Jin Woo’s swift movement had set them in motion.

The Shadow Monarch’s expression softened as he removed his mantle, rolled it up, and gently placed it under her head as a makeshift pillow.

Clearly, there were far more mysteries to her existence than he had initially realized.

Her face had relaxed, the pained grimace replaced by something softer.

"Beru," he said quietly. Before he could finish, the large ant emerged from his shadow.

"Yes, my king?" Beru asked, his antennae twitching as Jin Woo shot him a brief glance.

"What’s wrong with her?" he asked, hoping the shadow might understand one of his own better than he could.

"I can sense that she is one of us—but there is something else," Beru replied, his mandibles clicking as he spoke.

"What?"

"There is an unusual aura surrounding her. Her soul is far stronger than her body," Beru said, his gaze fixed on her still form. He could see it clearly: the aura enveloping her like a shield, glowing faintly and keeping the shadows at bay.

"What do you mean?"

"I fear... I am not authorized to share that information," Beru replied cautiously, sensing his master’s piercing glare.

Not authorized?

For Jin Woo, that could only mean one thing.

His gaze shifted from the nervous Beru, who was already anticipating consequences, to the unconscious [Y/N].

The System didn’t want him to find out.

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#solo leveling x reader #x reader #solo leveling #fanfic #shadow monarch #jin woo x reader

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persephone411 · 10 months ago

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Imagine mirror sex with Jax

I wrote this because…have you seen this man’s back? Also I may have an idea for a second part

Pt.2

“Fuck Jax“ you gasp as he enters you with one powerful thrust. Although it wasn’t your first time with him, you basically had to get used to the size of him every single time. If big dick energy was a man, his name would be Jax Teller.

“You alright?” He asked, his lips brushing over your temple.

“Yes,go on” you murmured and wrapped your arms more tightly around his muscular back. As he started to move, you felt every muscle underneath his skin move, and it turned you even more on. If you had to be honest, his back was probably your favourite body part of him (although his dick came close behind). From the first time you saw his broad shoulders and tattooed back, you were obsessed. His thrusts got harder and a groan left him.

“Fuck you feel so perfect, so thight around my cock” his lips found yours and kissed you passionately.

“Harder” you whimpered, moving against him, your nails scratching his back slightly. Imediatly his thrusts got harder, causing the headboard of the bed to bang against the wall of the hotel room. While he fucked you, you noticed the mirror on the bedroom ceiling and a smile spread on your lips. You had the perfect view of his back, muscles moving underneath the tattoo with every thrust. Slowly you let your hands wander over this shoulders, causing him to shudder. Without a warning he grabbed your thigh and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Jax“

you cried out as he got even more passionate, nearly animalistic. “that’s it baby, let me hear you, let me hear how good my cock makes you feel“ his voice was a raspy groan and you dug your nails into his back, not caring if you hurt him. After a few minutes of him fucking you brutally, you came with a high pitched moan. You fingers had left red marks on his back als shoulders, but he didn’t care, he probably didn’t even feel it, since he was still fucking you into oblivion. Frantically he gripped your thigh before he came with a hoarse moan, his cock pulsating inside you.

“that was perfect“ he murmured and rested his head on your chest while his large hand wandered over your waist and hip. You sigh softly and wrap your arms around him, still looking at the mirror on the ceiling. His back muscles were relaxdy and his large body covered yours nearly completely. Carefully without wanting to move to much, you grab your phone from the bedside table and take a quick picture. “Hmm?“ Jax murmured sleepily. You kissed the top of his head and showed him the picture. A suprised “oh” left his mouth. Slowly he rolled off you, causing him to slip out of you. You giggled and curled up into his arms as he laid next to you, staring at the reflection of you in the mirror. ,,So, mirrors huh?”

#Jax Teller #Jax Teller x reader #Jax Teller x you #Jax Teller Imagine #Jax Teller smut #Smut

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meazalykov · 3 months ago

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please (don't) go

salma paralluelo x reader

summary: friends to lovers, and lovers to strangers

warnings: angst

the first time salma held your hand, her thumb grazed over your knuckles like she was afraid you’d pull away.

you didn’t.

instead, you interlocked your fingers tighter, smiled up at her, looking at her brown colored eyes which sparkled with love. your heart raced inside of your chest in a way you hadn’t known was possible.

that moment inside of the barcelona locker room was the beginning of something beautiful, something you hadn’t expected to happen but somehow couldn’t imagine living without.

a few months go by and that spark did not dim.

if anything, it burns brighter. salma has a way of making you feel seen, like the rest of the world fades into the background when she looks at you. on the pitch, she’s this force of nature…speed, power, and precision.

off the pitch, she’s your salma. she’s soft, affectionate, and always knows how to bring a smile to your face, even on the hardest days when you feel like you have no energy to do what you needed to do.

winning the champions league together for the first time back in 2021 was something out of a dream.

the night before the final, you barely slept. obviously, you and salma were not going to be starters since you both were callups from la masia.

however, it was huge being on the lineup. you tossed and turned in your bed and salma noticed, of course she did. she always notices.

“you okay?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the hotel air conditioning.

“yeah,” you lied, staring up at the ceiling.

she didn’t buy it. salma rolled over, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked down at you.

“you’re not. talk to me.”

salma says in spanish.

you sighed, turning your head to meet her gaze. her brown eyes were warm and filled with concern, and it made your chest ache in the best way.

“i just... i don’t want us to lose tomorrow. it’s such a big game, salma. what if…”

“stop,” she interrupted gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“if we get any playing time.. most likely it will be you since we need another right back.. you’re going to be amazing.”

her words settled over you like a blanket, calming the storm in your mind.

“are you saying this because you think i am a good player, or because i am your girlfriend?”

you teased.

“shut up!”

salma laughed.

“no.. seriously?”

you smirked.

“its both, okay!”

salma and you laughed.

you reached up to cup her cheek, pulling her down for a soft kiss.

“i love you,” you murmured against her lips.

“i love you more,” she replied, her smile so radiant it made your heart skip a beat.

the final was everything you hoped it would be..and more.

the crowd, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you sat on the bench for 87 minutes before being subbed on, the way your clearance in the 90 + 2 minute sent the stadium into a frenzy.

you dropped to your knees at the final whistle, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it all. la masia became your home a few years ago, when they brought you over from your childhood club. an amazing right-back you were, it was going to be time before the senior team needed your 18 year old self.

salma found you seconds later after the whistle, pulling you into a tight hug as tears streamed down both your faces.

“we did it,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

“we did it,” you echoed, holding her like she was your lifeline.

your first champions league title.

the celebrations that night were unforgettable. you and salma danced in the locker room, champagne soaking through your jerseys as the team sang and laughed. at one point, salma grabbed your hand, spinning you around like you were in some dumb cheesy rom-com, and you couldn’t stop laughing.

a few days afterwards.. the trip to ibiza was the perfect way to unwind after the season. just you, salma, and the sun-soaked beaches. the two of you rented a small villa with a private pool, thanks to the bonus of winning the champions league.

all you and your girlfriend did was spend your days lounging in the sun and your nights exploring the island’s vibrant nightlife. you're young, of course you guys wanted to have fun without one of the older barcelona girls watching the both of you.

one evening, well the evening before the start of the next season.. you both sat together on the barcelona beach, her arm draped over your shoulders.

“i do not want this to end, as much as i love football,” you said softly, leaning your head on salma’s shoulder.

“it doesn’t have to,” she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

two years go by, and its the world cup in australia. it was your first, and the excitement of representing your country on the biggest stage was unparalleled.

you were one of the few barcelona girls that did not play for spain. so, you had to be seprated from salma throughout this whole thing. that was okay though, you understand the concept of space and so did she.

however, salma’s world cup journey would last way longer than yours. after holding two of your teammates on each side.. you look ahead at the scoreboard on the stadium screen.. the clock hit full time, and the score was still level.

your legs felt like they were made of lead, your lungs burning with every breath. this knockout game had drained every ounce of energy from you, but there was no time to dwell on the fatigue.

penalties.

it was all going to come down to penalties.

as the team gathered in a huddle, your coach spoke quickly, assigning the penalty takers. you weren’t first, but you were on the list.

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you nodded, trying to steady your breathing.

“we’ve got this,” your captain said, her voice steady despite the tension radiating from the group.

“trust yourselves.”

strangely.. you weren’t thinking about your girlfriend throughout all of this. it just was not the time.. but salma’s voice echoed in your head:

you’re an incredible player. trust yourself.

that is something she used to tell you before barcelona games.

however, it was hard to believe it now, standing on this stage with so much at stake.

sweden took the first penalty, and your goalkeeper dove the wrong way.

1–0.

your teammate stepped up next, slotting the ball into the bottom corner.

1–1.

the tension was unbearable, every kick feeling like a dagger to your chest. you watched, helpless, as sweden scored their second, then their third.

when it was your turn, the weight of the moment hit you like a freight train.

walking up to the spot, the noise of the crowd felt distant, like it was coming from underwater. the ball sat there, mocking you, as the swedish goalkeeper stared you down.

you tried to block out the sound, the pressure, everything, focusing only on the ball.

the twenty year old penalty taker… you…took a deep breath, ran up, and struck it.

the sound of the ball hitting the post was deafening.

you froze, staring in disbelief as it bounced away. your heart sank, and your legs nearly gave out as you walked back to the center circle, your head hung low. your teammates patted your back, whispering words of encouragement, but none of it stuck.

all you could think about was that missed opportunity, that moment where you let everyone down.

sweden scored again, and now it was all riding on the final kick. your goalkeeper needed a save to keep your team in it.

she guessed right, diving to her left, but the ball was just out of reach.

the whistle blew, and it was over.

you stood frozen as the swedish players erupted in celebration, their cheers drowning out everything else. the way that the wave of yellow stormed the pitch seemed to be mocking.

your teammates collapsed around you, some crying, some staring blankly ahead.

someone grabbed your arm, emily you think…trying to pull you into a hug, but you couldn’t move.

your chest felt hollow, your vision blurred with tears you refused to let fall in front of the crowd. you were not going to let the opposition get the joy of seeing you in tears.

you had given everything, left it all out on the pitch, and it still wasn’t enough. the sting of failure was unfamiliar, and no amount of words or gestures from your teammates could dull it.

you sank to the ground, your knees digging into the grass as you buried your face in your hands. the weight of it all…the missed penalty, the heartbreak, the dreams that ended with that final whistle…crashed down on you like a tidal wave.

the swedish players walked past, some offering gestures of comfort, even fridolina.

the barcelona player, your club teammate, stayed with you as you sat on the grass. you zoned out as she told you how amazing you still were, and to please not be discouraged by this moment.

it didn’t matter. nothing mattered in that moment.

you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see your captain crouching beside you.

“y/n,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

“it’s not your fault. you hear me? it’s not your fault.”

it felt like it was. no matter how much she said otherwise, no matter how much your teammates tried to console you, the guilt was suffocating. you had trained your whole life for this, dreamed of this moment, and now it was gone.

when the team finally made its way back to the locker room, you sat in silence, staring at the floor as your teammates cried and tried to comfort each other. someone handed you a water bottle, but you barely noticed.

the noise around you felt distant, like you were trapped in a bubble of your own despair.

your phone buzzed in your bag, but you didn’t have the energy to check it. you already knew who it was.

salma.

she was probably watching the game from her hotel room with the rest of your barcelona teammates like alexia and aitana.

the thought of her seeing you like this, knowing how much you were hurting, made the tears finally fall.

you wiped them away quickly, not wanting anyone to see.

that night, you checked your phone. you had to.

of course you were not going to doom scroll at the thousands of tweets that rae probably bullying you.you just wanted to see salma’s name lighting up the screen.

it did, and you answered immediately, her voice soothing as it filled the silence.

“hey, amor,” she said, her tone gentle.

“i am so sorry..”

salma frowned.

“its whatever,”

you sigh.

“its not ‘whatever’, i know exactly how you are..”

salma says.

“huh?”

your eyebrows flared.

“you’re going to come back to barcelona and think about that penalty for months. you cannot self-destruct over that. you still did great throughout that match, trust me when i say that you were the best defender on that pitch.”

salma explains.

“still wasn’t enough.. it did not pay off.”

you mumble, laying in your hotel room bed, staring at your packed luggage.

“it didn’t now, but it will later, amor.”

“i don’t think the future is important right now, salma,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion.

“i feel like i let everyone down.”

“stop that,” she said firmly, but not unkindly.

“you didn’t let anyone down. you gave everything you had. that’s all anyone can ask for.”

you didn’t respond, your throat tightening as tears threatened to spill.

“i wish i was there with you,” she continued.

“to hold you and tell you how proud i am of you in person. since i can’t be, you need to know this: you’re an incredible player and an even more incredible person. and i love you, no matter what.”

her words broke the dam, tears streaming down your face as you whispered, “i love you too.”

salma stayed on the phone with you for hours that night, talking about anything and everything to distract you from the pain. however, you made her go to sleep at some point since she still had the world cup to win.. even if it was not you.

when spain went on to win the world cup, you were in the stands, cheering louder than anyone else. seeing salma lift the young player of the tournament trophy was a moment you’ll never forget, her smile so bright it could have lit up the entire stadium.

a year later, at the start of the 24/25 season.. you were heartbroken.

it started after the champions league final against lyon. it was supposed to be another high point for you and your girlfriend.. another moment to celebrate together like back in 2023 and 2021.

somewhere in the aftermath of victory, you felt her slipping away.

the texts became shorter, the kisses less frequent, the way she used to look at you, like you were the center of her world, was gone. you tried to convince yourself it was just the stress of the season, and the upcoming olympics.. that maybe she was dealing with something she didn’t want to share yet.

however, the distance grew, and with every passing day, you felt more like a stranger in her life.

especially when you won the olympics with your country and salma did not win anything. she sent you a simple, “congrats.” but with no excitement or happiness added. you were happy for her when she won the world cup, why can’t she be happy for you here?

in your apartment. she was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging you as you stood in the kitchen, watching her.

you had spent the entire day trying to think of what to say, how to bring it up without making it worse. as the silence stretched on, the knot in your chest tightened until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“salma,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.

she looked up, her brows furrowing slightly.

“yeah?”

“we need to talk.”

salma’s expression shifted, guarded now.

“about what?”

you took a deep breath, walking over to sit across from her.

“about us. about how... distant you’ve been. i don’t know what’s going on with you, but it feels like you’re not here anymore. not really.”

she sighed, putting her phone down and leaning back against the couch.

“i’ve just been busy, y/n. especially with the injury.. it’s nothing personal.”

“it feels personal,” you said, your voice breaking despite your best efforts to stay calm.

“you barely talk to me anymore. you don’t hold my hand, you don’t kiss me, you don’t even look at me the same way. i feel like i’m losing you, and i don’t even know why.”

“you’re not losing me,” she said quickly, but the words felt hollow.

“then why does it feel like you don’t love me anymore?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

the spanish woman’s silence was deafening. she looked away, her jaw tightening, and in that moment, you knew.

“salma,” you said, your throat tightening as tears pricked at your eyes.

“do you still love me?”

she hesitated. that hesitation was worse than any words she could’ve said. when she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost apologetic.

“i don’t know.”

the air left your lungs, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe.

“you don’t know?”

“i’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking.

“i didn’t want it to get to this point, but i’ve been feeling... off. something’s missing and i don’t know how to fix it.”

you stared at her, the woman you thought was your forever, and felt your heart shatter. “i love you,” you said, hoping that it would be enough to bring her back to you.

she didn’t say it back.

salma’s silence was the final blow, and you felt tears streaming down your face as you stood up.

“i think you should go,” you said, your voice trembling.

“y/n—”

“please,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself like you were trying to hold yourself together.

“just go.”

she left without another word, and as the door closed behind her, you collapsed onto the couch, sobbing into your hands.

doing anything with the barcelona team became unbearable after that. seeing her every day, pretending like everything was fine when it wasn’t, was a constant reminder of what you had lost.

salma was always there…laughing with your teammates, scoring goals in practice, living her life as if nothing had happened.

meanwhile, you were barely holding it together.

every time you heard someone mention her name, your stomach twisted. when esmee casually mentioned seeing her on a date, it felt like a punch to the gut. you plastered on a fake smile, nodding along like it didn’t matter, but inside, you were breaking.

your performance on the pitch started to suffer. you couldn’t focus, your touches were off, your passes lacked precision. it wasn’t long before people started to notice.

your coach pulled you aside after practice one day, his tone gentle but firm.

“y/n, is everything okay?” he asked.

you nodded quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“you don’t look fine,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

“you’re not playing like yourself, and i’m worried about you.”

“i’m just tired,” you lied.

he didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it.

“if you need to talk, my door’s always open.”

later that night, your agent called.

they had noticed too, and after a long conversation, they suggested you needed a change.

“as long as you’re in barcelona, you’re not going to be able to move on from your ex,” they said.

“you need a fresh start, somewhere you can focus on yourself and your career without all this... baggage.”

you were stunned. leaving barcelona had never crossed your mind, but the more they talked, the more it made sense.

every day here was a reminder of salma, of what you had lost. maybe getting away was the only way to heal.

when the winter transfer window opened, an offer from bayern munich came in. it was a good offer, one you couldn’t ignore. sydney, one of your friends outside of the barcelona team, played there and has for years. the thought of having a familiar face in a new city was comforting.

after a lot of thought…and even more tears…you made the decision.

telling your teammates about your leave was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. after practice one day, you gathered everyone in the locker room, even salma.. your hands shaking as you tried to find the right words.

“i, uh...” you cleared your throat, looking around at the faces of your teammates, your friends.

“i just wanted to let you all know that i’m not staying with barcelona after the winter break.”

the room went silent.

“what?” alexia asked, her brow furrowing.

“i got an offer from bayern munich,” you explained, your voice trembling.

“and i’ve decided to take it. it’s been an amazing five years here, but... i think it’s time for a change.”

your teammates were shocked, but one by one, they came up to hug you, telling you how much they would miss you. you felt tears pricking at your eyes as you said goodbye to each of them, the reality of your decision hitting you all over again.

salma stood off to the side, her arms crossed as she watched the scene unfold. the woman’s expression was unreadable, but you could see the sadness in her eyes.

when it was finally her turn, she stepped forward hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“you’re leaving?” she asked, her voice cracking.

you nodded, avoiding her gaze.

“yeah.”

“why?”

you hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“i need a fresh start,” you said finally.

salma’s face fell, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something more.

she didn’t.

instead, she just nodded, stepping back as keira came up to hug you.

the day you left for munich, you stood in the airport with your bags by your side, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

sydney had already called, promising to pick you up with georgia when you landed, but it didn’t make leaving any easier.

as you boarded the plane, you couldn’t help but think about salma. about the way she used to make you laugh, the way she held you after games, the way she looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

that was all in the past now.

back in barcelona, salma sat alone in her apartment, staring at the empty space where your things used to be.

it hit her all at once…the weight of what she had lost. you.

she thought back to the fight, to the distance she had put between you, to the moment she hesitated when you told her you loved her.

for the first time, she wondered if she had made a mistake.

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#salma paralluelo #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #barcelona femeni #fc barcelona

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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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>>> Reply sent at 1:28AM: who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Read the other replies here.

Here is my part to the Thirst Trap collab for Bakugou’s birthday! Please check out all the other fics at the link above💕

Happy Birthday to the King👑

Warnings: 18+, intoxicated Bakugou, dirty talk, sending dirty videos, sexting, m!masturbation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, creampies.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Bakugou’s thumb paused against the screen when he saw that particular message in a sea of hopeful replies, a lump tight at the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly in a feeble attempt to clear it.

He’d recognise that profile photo anywhere. Grand’s girlfriend.

Bakugou had spent more than one night fisting his cock to the thought of you, although he’d never admit it. Remembering just how pretty you looked at the hero gala last month in a dress that left very little to the imagination, leaving him bricked up for his acceptance speech as he thought about bending you over in the men’s bathroom stalls.

And part of him thought he might even have a chance with you, if he could get you away from Grand just long enough. Remembering the syrupy scent of your perfume invading his senses when you stood up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to give him a hug after he’d received his award; leaving a sticky lipgloss stain against the shell of his ear when you whispered against it how proud you were of him. And he was certain he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. His boxers now glazed with dry pre and his cock throbbing desperately for any kind of sweet relief.

And now you were messaging him?

Bakugou was quick to click onto your profile, navigating directly towards the direct message option to see he’d already received a slew of them, but they didn’t appear to be from you.

YOU[1:57AM]: Aww you didn’t think that message was actually from her, did you?

Shit, Bakugou grunted as his cock still throbbed pitifully between his thighs, of course Shindou was the one texting from your phone and not you. Certain he could hear Shindou’s condescending tone through text.

YOU[1:58AM]: Oh, you did? You sick fuck hahahahaha.

YOU[1:58AM]: She’d never message you without telling me anyway.

Bakugou growled in irritation as he read through each message. Of course, Shindou texts were just as annoying as the man was in real life.

YOU[1:59AM]: But you should’ve seen how excited she got when you sent that tweet.

YOU[2:00AM]: It made her stupid little crush on you even worse.

Wait, what? Bakugou’s heart pounded at the realisation as he saw the next message. A link to a video that had a pitch black screen to start, his heart hammered against his chest as he clicked onto it.

And there you were spread out in all your naked glory. The sordid fantasies Bakugou had while stroking his cock at night would never compare to the sight of you like this— spread out against tousled sheets as you stared up at the camera through thick lashes.

The perfect point of view, Bakugou thought as he imagined himself above you.

“I guess I should be thanking you for this, Dynamight.” Shindou sneered, reaching out to mould one of your round breasts between slender fingers. Pinching at your taut nipple as a groan rumbled deep in Bakugou’s chest, “Getting my girl all riled up in the middle of the night.”

Bakugou wondered if he’d actually fallen asleep, because this had to be a dream. Reaching down to palm his cock through his damp boxers as crimson eyes roamed your naked skin, trying to commit the sight to memory.

“Lucky I was right here to fix it,” He continued, “That what got you excited huh, sweetheart?”

Shindou’s voice rung out from behind the camera as he fucked into your body with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each precise motion had your tits bouncing, a calculated move from his rival, he thought. Watching the way your lips parted in sultry moans every time he drew back, trying to coax him deeper as your cunt gushed around him.

“Thinking about Dynamight’s hard cock.” And Bakugou’s cock was hard, throbbing with neglect as he wrapped a large fist around himself to curl his wrist. Smearing pre, that was now drooling down his engorged head along the length of him as crimson eyes watched the video.

“He shoulda just text you if he wanted a birthday treat, huh?” Shindou continued, panning the camera down to where your bodies were connected so Bakugou could see the creamy rings of slick around the base of his cock each time he drew his hips back, “You’d have been more than happy to get on your knees for him.”

Bakugou whined pitifully at the thought of you like that, looking up at him all pretty and shit as you wrapped your glossy lips around his cock. His hand tightened around himself as he he pumped himself with calculated measure. Following Shindou’s movements as he fucked into your warm, wet cunt as he tried to replicate the sensation. Positive that nothing would ever feel as good as the real thing—

“Say his name, sweetheart,” Shindou continued, bringing the camera up towards your face, “Come on, it’s his fuckin’ birthday.”

“Katsuki,” The lewd squelch of your cunt aired in the background as Bakugou focused in on the desperate lilt to your voice when you repeated it, “Katsuki.”

Bakugou grunted as he leaned forward, pursing his lips together to spit onto his cock. Smearing the moisture along his length as he imagined it was you sinking down onto his length instead.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut,” Shindou continued, as though he hadn’t been the biggest instigator, “Moaning another guys name while I’m balls deep. Bet you’re thinking about him fuckin’ this sweet, sweet cunt too?”

“Oh my god, fuck—” You mewled, hands reaching up to paw at your tits as Bakugou watched the way your hands dipped into the soft skin.

“Is that it?” Shindou pressed, “You want Dynamight to fuck this sloppy pussy?”

“Yes!” You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Oh, shit.” Shindou rasped, the camera angle faltering as he jolted with pleasure. Almost dropping his phone as he readjusted himself above you, the camera now angled lower to show Shindou’s thick cock disappearing inside your tight cunt. A sheen of your slick glistened around the base of him as he kept his languid pace.

“We should invite him round, then?” Shindou continued, “It is his birthday, after all.”

You gasped at the implication, your body reacting to your boyfriend’s words as he smirked down at you. Giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as you moaned in response.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” Shindou cooed, “She clenched around me so fucking hard when I said that.”

Bakugou groaned, squeezing his fist around himself in a pitiful attempt to mimic the action. Trying to replicate the grip of your cunt around him as he pictured the pretty faces you’d make for him.

“‘m close,” You panted, biting down on your bottom lip as Bakugou felt his balls tightening at the sight, dangerously close to his own end.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Shindou coaxed, his thumb disappearing between your thighs to press taut circles to your puffy clit, “Show Dynamight how pretty you look when you’re cumming all over my cock, sweetheart.”

And fuck, did you look pretty. Bakugou thinks. Your eyes rolling to show their whites as your lashes flutter, lips curled into the prettiest moan he’s ever heard as you begin to convulse. Nails leaving dark lines against your tits as you mould the supple skin, thighs raising in the air to try and clamp down around Shindou’s hips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled between clenched teeth as he sped up his movements, rough and sloppy as he desperately tried to meet your climax. Wanting to tumble into bliss by your side as the camera moved back towards your slick heat, his hips jerking sloppily as he felt himself come undone. Sending streams of milky cum against his hand, thighs and the new sheets he’d put on for his special day. A whole ass mess.

“Bet you would’ve preferred cumming inside this perfect little pussy,” Shindou spoke, as if he knew Bakugou would be touching himself while watching.

Slowly pulling his spent cock out of your trembling hole before moving the phone between your thick thighs so Bakugou could see the gape. A stretch Bakugou wished he’d inflicted on you as he brought his phone closer to his face to try and see the way your walls still fluttered in the aftershocks of your release, his spent cock throbbing when he noticed you begin to push Shindou’s warm spunk out of your abused hole. Watching it drool down between the curve of your ass before Shindou’s thumb came up to collect it; pushing it back inside you as you let out another sinful moan of delight.

“You think Dynamight would fuck you this good, sweetheart?” Shindou coaxed as the pads of his fingers circled your stretched hole.

“Mmm, I think he would,” You mumbled, gasping when Shindou’s palm came down hard on your slit, catching you by surprise.

“Course you’d think that,” Your boyfriend laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

“Maybe you should come and get your birthday head,” Shindou turned the camera around to show his smirking face as he sat shirtless above you, “So you can show her how tiny your cock really is.”

Bakugou shared up at the ceiling with blown out eyes, wondering if he’d sobered up enough to move as his chest still heaved with the intensity of his climax. Taking a deep breath before he moved to stand, grabbing his keys off the bedside table as he shoved his softening cock back into his jeans.

Fuck it, he’ll get an Uber.

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𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚

Loki x Reader

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 8.4𝘬

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞, 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘩 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦) 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭) 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

“Are you done already?”

“Yes.”

You squinted at the canvas beside your own. “What is that?”

“A tree, of course.”

“A tree? That doesn’t look like a tree. Looks like a coat rack or something.”

You instantly felt his heated gaze on your form. “I beg your pardon?”

“What? I’m just being honest here. That’s what you want right? Honesty?” You shrugged with a sly smirk. “I am a professional at this, after all.”

“Oh? Well if we are both being truthful at the moment, I’d say yours needs a bit more work.”

“No it doesn’t.” You protested, eyes growing wide as you witnessed a large paint brush dipped in bright pink making its way over to your canvas.

“No need to be shy, pet. Here, let me assist.”

“No! Loki, stop!”

“Just a touch of this will make it all better.” He grinned evilly.

You quickly smacked the paintbrush out of his hand and it flipped backward. Horror filled your body when a large bright pink splatter landed on his face. Loki sat there in shock as the paint dripped down Loki’s face in long streaks.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but all that came out was a high-pitched peal of amusement.

Your laughter started off slow but grew louder the longer he sat there with paint all over his face, blinking dumbly.

“Oh my god.” You wheezed, holding your stomach. “I totally did not mean for that to happen, but honestly you kind of deserved it for trying to mess with my painting.”

Released from his brief bout of shock, he slowly turned to you, a foreboding expression darkening his striking features.

You tried to slow down your laughter for the sake of his pride, hopping off your stool to provide some kind of assistance. “Here, let me help you. I’ll go get a cloth or someth-”

“Oh, no. Not so fast.”

He picked up the paintbrush and in an instant, you felt the cold swatch of paint on your cheek.

“No!” you gasped, utterly dumbfounded, shooting Loki a look that was immensely more menacing than his.

“Why would you do that?” you cried.

“Payback, darling.”

You wanted to slap the smug grin off of his perfect face.

“Payback? What I did was an accident. That was on purpose!”

“Nevertheless, it was an attack. I do not respond to attacks on my person kindly.”

Your eyes narrowed, a devious expression growing on your face. “Let’s see how you respond to this.”

Reaching across the table, you scooped up a glob of dark blue before quickly smearing it over Loki’s dark hair.

He tried to move out of your way, but it was too late. The damage was done and the war was won. Temporarily.

“You little demon!” was all you heard before a more pink liquid was thrown your way.

Before you knew it, you both were covered in paint and so was your apartment kitchen.

The fighting only stopped when you heard the gentle slam of the front door of your apartment.

You both turned to see Thor standing by the entrance with his arms crossed, giving you both an incredulous look.

“I only left for five minutes…” he trailed off, observing the chaos that quickly ensued in his absence. You could only imagine what you looked like from his point of view.

You were embarrassed to admit this wasn’t the first time that you and Loki went to war whenever Thor left the two of you alone.

Three months had passed since the incident at Thor’s birthday party and both brothers had taken it upon themselves to grant you with their presence more often than not. You were not doing well after John’s attack. The drug that he slipped you really affected your memory of that night, and you only recall bits and pieces of what happened. But you still remembered enough.

The drinks making you feel nauseous. John taking you to the bathroom. The struggle that ensued between you, then Loki bursting in and… well, basically almost killing the man. Even though your memory was hazy, you knew you never witnessed him be that angry before. You were also confused because you thought he hated you. Regardless of how he felt about you, he came to your rescue when you needed it and you’ll always remember that.

Thor and Loki both took it upon themselves to be your protectors. Your Asgardian guardian angels of sorts.

At first, you didn’t know how to feel about it since you were used to being alone most of the time, but then it started to feel nice. They made you feel safe and knew you needed someone to be with you even if you didn’t realize it yourself. You never had to leave your home unless you wanted to, and when you did they both were right there alongside you. Together, they brought you groceries, brought in your mail for you, and even helped you ship some paintings to your customers.

Somedays were a bit harder than others, and if you were overstimulated you would turn off your phone for a few hours and lay in your bed in the dark. This really worried them, and they basically bullied you into not ever doing that again. This made them show up unannounced just to check in on you, and when you got tired of buzzing them in you gave them a copy of your apartment keys. It was clear you couldn’t stop them from coming over, and if they truly cared about you this much you didn’t want to.

With their constant presence in your life in your time of need, you began to feel safer. You began to feel normal again and wanted to let them know they didn’t need to be around all the time anymore. In your opinion, they certainly had more pressing matters to attend to.

It was obvious that Thor felt awful about what happened that night. He felt that it was his responsibility since John attacked you at his party after all, but you didn’t agree with him. John had crashed the party, and no one noticed because they were all busy having fun. That’s what people do at birthday parties. How was Thor, you, or anyone else for that matter supposed to know John Walker was a huge creep?

He never told you what they did with him. You knew he was still alive (all thanks to Thor) but you still had no clue where he was, and didn’t bother to ask. You didn’t care, just as long as he was far away from you and any other woman in the near vicinity. Ever.

You told Thor on several occasions that he was not to blame. No one except John Walker was to blame, but you knew that didn’t erase his guilt. You hoped one day he would be able to forgive himself, and so you made it a point to show him how well you were doing now. You made it a point to show both of them.

You didn’t second guess Loki’s increased presence in your life after the incident.

After the attack, Loki must have punished himself so much that he actually became a more bearable person to be around. Nice, even. At least to you. Initially, it had you on edge, not having been used to this side of him. You were used to his snarky comments and glowering expressions being thrown your way, but those were rare now. In fact, if he did insult you, it was done with a tinge of playfulness. It took you a little while to learn to interact with him in a normal way. His sudden softness towards you felt unfamiliar and took some getting used to.

You had been waiting for the act to drop for months now, but he kept it up. The strange part was that you actually started to enjoy his company like you did Thor’s.

You looked forward to seeing him whenever he and Thor came by to hang out. Whether it was to go for walks in the park or eating dinner together. You especially enjoyed it when they came over for movie nights.

About once a month, you would host a movie marathon at your loft apartment. You invited several of your other friends, but Thor and Loki would always make sure to show up if anyone else hadn’t.

Unfortunately for anyone else, Thor loved watching the Fast and the Furious movies, so the night would be filled with endless car races, crashes, explosions, and terrible dialogue. Thor would be the only one extremely excited about it. But you always persevered through it because if those movies made your friend happy, then so were you.

On top of that, you had Loki there to trade entertaining critiques about the movies with.

One night, Thor was on a mission and couldn’t make it to the movie marathon. Used to them coming in a pair, you assumed no one would come by. To your surprise, Loki showed up to your door with a bottle of wine and your favorite snack.

“How did you know I liked these?” you asked as you let him in, taking his coat and placing it on the rack by the door.

“Easy.” He drawled, walking over towards your kitchen to grab two wine glasses out of your cabinet. “You are not as discreet as you think you are. I have witnessed you consume these treats many times at Stark’s tiresome gatherings.”

“Really?” you questioned in mild surprise. “I didn’t think anyone would notice that. Seems I underestimated how observant you are.”

“That was your first mistake,” he smirked while carefully pouring the dark liquid into the glasses. “Nevertheless, it is not exceedingly difficult to identify the things you enjoy. You do not exactly hide your preferences or distastes.”

Placing your hands on your hips, you raise a challenging brow at him. “What are you trying to say? That I’m obvious and predictable.”

The sound of his deep, silky laughter had your heart skipping a beat. Loki shook his head, walking around the kitchen island to hand you a glass.

“Oh no, certainly not, dear. Not to the average person at least.” He grinned, long fingers lightly brushing past yours as you grabbed the glass from him.

“Now let’s take advantage of Thor’s absence and watch anything but those dreadful racing movies.”

You happily agreed, placing your snacks on the coffee table as you searched through movies on the TV screen. Unfortunately for Loki, you had a series in mind that was equally as bad, if not worse than The Fast and the Furious movies.

The Twilight Saga.

The other day he made the mistake of admitting he wasn’t aware of who Edward Cullen was when you made a vampire joke.

As expected, he complained, no– provided “intellectual commentary” throughout the entirety of the first two movies while you nodded, hummed, and acknowledged his issues and concerns with what was happening on the screen.

It amused you to no end, and you actually found that you were enjoying your time with him. Alone.

That was the first time you and Loki hung out together without Thor or anyone else present. The first time you had to admit to yourself that you didn’t feel the lack of Thor’s absence. The first time it was becoming clear to you that Loki was actually a great person to be around.

And it was the first moment you felt something other than annoyance or anger towards him.

Then you began to notice more and more things about him. His quick-witted quips and natural charm. His uncanny ability to know just how to make you laugh whenever you were feeling down.

Then you started to notice details. How the light reflected off of his jet black silky curls. The sound of his smooth, deep timbre drew you in, compelling you to hang on to every word he articulated with perfect precision. How flawless his brilliantly white teeth looked whenever he smiled, and how mesmerizing his piercing, forest-green eyes were—you could rave about them endlessly.

Then you started to think about him when he was gone, excitedly looking forward to the next time he'd come by your place. Alone.

That’s when you realized that you were falling for Loki Laufeyson, and this completely devastated you.

The scariest part about your newfound feelings was that they seemed to have been there all along, just lingering in the back of your mind. Hidden somewhere deep within you just waiting to be discovered. They were covered in a mask of ire and fear the whole time, even before the incident.

How could you have developed feelings for your ex arch-nemesis of all people? It was wrong, and as hard as you tried to ignore them, those feelings didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

Something had to be done before you ended up falling too deep. So you thought about it hard and deep. But instead of handling the situation in a mature manner, you decided to do the complete opposite.

One morning Loki arrived at your apartment, just as you expected him to. You opened the door and were met with a gentle smile and a warm greeting. You were tempted to shut the door right in his face just to get him to stop looking at you that way.

“Hi, Loki,” You responded lacklusterly, giving him minimum eye contact.

A dark brow rose high on his face. “Are you going to let me in? Or am I to stand out in your hall the rest of the day for your neighbors entertainment?”

“Yeah, um sorry. Come in.”

You backed away from the door allowing him in, not missing the incredibly enticing scent that he always carried with him as he walked past you.

He sauntered further into your place with an air of familiarity, not seeming to notice your awkwardness as you watched him nervously.

Opening your fridge he peered inside of it quizzically.

“Stark’s having another one of those god awful parties tonight.” You heard him grumble. “ I was thinking we’d go together this time. I need to appear preoccupied with someone else so that I do not get pulled into another dim-witted conversation with any of the other attendees.”

You didn’t say anything, just watching as he perused your pantry next.

“Because if I am forced to hear about the recent trends of that inconsequential thing you humans call the ‘stock market’ once more, I may be inclined to sew a mouth or two shut, and I don’t think anyone would be too happy about that.”

He closed the pantry doors, giving you a look. “It seems as if the items in your food chamber are getting low. We shall stop by the farmer’s market later today and-.”

“I need space.” You blurted out haphazardly.

You couldn’t help it. There was no easy way to begin the conversation you were about to have with him. It had to be done cold turkey.

He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Space?”

“Yes,” you nodded, swallowing nervously. “You… you don’t have to be around so much anymore, you know? I appreciate what you did for me all those months ago and what you’ve both done for me since then, but I don’t need you nor Thor around all the time. I’m just fine on my own.”

Loki slowly straightened to his full height, arms crossing over his chest as he observed you curiously.

“Yes, I understand that. You are very capable of taking care of yourself. We do not think you to be a helpless damsel, at least I don’t.” He shrugged lightly. “But I do not mind our visits. They allow me an escape from Thor and his band of buffoons. I assist in their missions when I can but I would much prefer being here instead.” He chuckled. “I am afraid I’d go completely mad if I had nowhere else to spend my time.”

You didn’t ask, but you assumed the “buffoons” he was talking about were the Avengers. This would have made you laugh if you were not trying to separate yourself from him.

“That can’t be true. I’m sure you have plenty of ways to spend your time other than coming here or going grocery shopping with me. Other people would probably kill to have only a second of your time.” You huffed. “You should go out more. Meet new people. That way you’ll gain more friends or even potential suitors. If you’re interested in that sort of thing I guess.”

“No. I am not interested in any of that. ” He grimaced. “Sounds horrifying.”

“What about Asgard? When was the last time you visited?”

His face slackened as he glanced towards the floor. “It has been… some time. Even so, I am in no rush to go back anytime soon. I do not believe the Asgardians are very eager for my return.”

Your heart broke at the look of uncertainty he was trying to hide. The man felt unwanted in his own realm and here you were, yet another person trying to push him away.

“I’m sorry to hear that. They don’t know what they’re missing out on.” You whispered.

“I do not care. That does not matter since I am here and not there.” He raised his gaze back to you. “If you feel as if you are hindering me in any way, believe that you are not.”

He took a step towards you. The gentle but nervous look on his face only increased your own apprehension.

“I’m aware that we did not have… the best of starts. I was not very welcoming to you. It was… incredibly troubling when I think back on how I treated you.” His brows furrowed deeply. “But, I experienced something akin to an awakening during the aftermath of Thor’s party. I should not have said those horrible things to you. They were not true, and I put you in a vulnerable state. Anything could have happened to you-”

“But nothing did, because you were there.” You assured him. He saved you.

“Yes, but if I had not arrived in time-”

“But you did. And I’m safe. I’m okay.” You reminded him, gesturing to yourself. “None of that was your fault or your responsibility, Loki. What happened was-”

“-the result of me being incredibly cruel to you. You wouldn’t have stumbled into that monster’s grasp if I didn’t ruin your night with my foolishness.”

“You don’t know that.” You stressed. “Maybe I would’ve or maybe I wouldn’t have. The fact of the matter is, that was not on you. But for some reason, you continue to blame yourself for that, and that is the real reason why you’re here. That’s why you come around so much. It’s because you feel guilty.”

He stared at you incredulously. “Is that what you believe? Truly? That I am only here out of guilt? That I feel obligated to be around you?”

You swallowed, looking away from his exasperated expression. “Yes. Maybe.”

You know it was not what he wanted to hear, but it was the truth. How could you develop feelings for someone who felt as if they owed it to you to be your friend from a guilty conscience? Why else would he have switched up his attitude towards you so fast?

His mouth opened and closed as if he was trying to figure out the right thing to say but couldn’t.

He quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath before nearing you. He stopped only a foot away and carefully placed his hands on your arms. You shivered at the warmth you felt coming through your shirt. He was so close that you had to crane your head to meet his eyes. The combination of him touching you and looking at you was becoming too much for you to handle.

“I believe you have a great misunderstanding of the situation, darling. Let me explain something to you. Do I still carry guilt for the part that I played in your attack that night? Yes, and I don’t believe that I’d ever be rid of that.” He admitted jade eyes troubled.

“But, despite that, I do not linger around you out of some pitiful notion of guilt. To be allowed the chance to spend time with an incredibly smart and talented woman only to make myself feel better? How foolish would that be.” he scoffed. “I have a feeling that both you and I understand that I do not willingly go anywhere I do not want to be, or be in the presence of others I do not care for. As difficult as this may be to get through that stubborn head of yours, I am only here because of one reason. It’s because I want to be.”

Your breath hitched at his words, a rush of warmth filling your chest.

“I want to be here. As infuriating and stubborn as you can be, I do enjoy your company. I enjoy spending time with you. Truly,” He confessed softly. “That is it. Everything I said about needing to get away from Thor and the others was partially true. Nevertheless, they are mere excuses to hide the fact that I willingly come here to see you at every chance I get. That I look forward to it every day, and that my mood seems to worsen when I am not able to. Just ask Thor.”

You shook your head, not knowing what to say to that. “Loki...”

“It’s pathetic, I know, but I have already accepted it. I just want to be a friend to you.”

His chest visibly rose and fell as he took a breath. “If you’d allow me to be.”

Your mouth was completely dry as you stared at him wide-eyed.

“I…” you began, attempting to string some words together as he waited patiently for your response.

You never thought you’d witness the day Loki allowed himself to be this open with you. Yet here it was. It was a beautiful thing to see and felt like a dream come true. This was it. The time to pull your big girl pants on and tell him how you truly feel.

But for some reason, you couldn’t do it. You weren’t ready.

“... I… I’m sorry, but I can’t be your friend, Loki.” You said, slowly shaking your head. “I don’t want to be your friend.”

He blinked, face falling in an instant. Extreme disbelief settled onto his elegant features as you regarded him with a straight face. The straightest you could muster.

The more convincing you were, the better it would be for the both of you.

“You saved me from John, and I will forever be grateful to you. But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get over the way you treated me beforehand. The things you said to me.”

You shook your head, backing away from him. “I know you’ve apologized for it, but you were so unnecessarily mean to me, Loki. You called me pathetic, and disgusting. You accused me of trying to seduce your brother. What kind of “friend” says things like that?”

“I…” His face was twisted in anguish. “I did not mean it.”

His voice was so uncharacteristically soft. You could hear the hurt as clear as day and you felt like a monster.

“It was a mistake. One I have regretted terribly since then. I would not ever treat you that way again. Not ever.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You muttered, turning your back to him. Fresh tears built up in your eyes, and you took a deep breath before saying your last words to him.

“It’s too late. I’m sorry that it has to be this way, but I don’t think I can do it. I don’t like the person you are and I can’t be your friend.” You wiped a stray tear from your face, sniffling.

Your apartment was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

You stood there feeling, his gaze burning into your back for what felt like forever before you finally heard the slam of your apartment door.

You instantly bursted into tears, hands muffling the sobs that wracked your frame.

You couldn’t believe you did that.

******

A knock sounded on your apartment door a week later. When you didn’t answer, the urgent knocks quickly turned into loud bangs, making you leave your bed and rush to the door in panic. You didn’t need your neighbors complaining about noise yet again.

Before you could look through the tiny peephole or even ask who it was, you heard a familiar accented voice from the other side of the door.

“Friend! Are you in there?”

You opened the door and were met with troubled blue eyes.

“Thor?” You gave him a confused look. “What… what are you doing here?”

He texted and called you several times in the past few days but was met with the same excuse. I’m not feeling too good. I think I caught the flu or something. Need some time to recover.

You let him in and shut the door behind him. He plopped down on your sofa and you slowly sat across from him.

“I understand you instructed me not to bother you but I really wanted to check on you since I know you fell ill. Are you well, friend?”

You gave him a sheepish look. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Hmm.” He leaned backward on the sofa, gaze narrowing. “Other than your unusual state of disarray, you do seem to not be drowning in sickness.”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, not knowing what to say to that. You were sure you looked like hell. It was noon and you were still in your pajamas, and your hair had not been touched in days. The most you had the energy to do was shower and eat. Even those activities took a lot of energy from you.

Your normally tidy apartment was a mess. Clothes and random objects were carelessly left all over the place, and a tall pile of unopened mail laid messily on your coffee table. Thor was extremely kind to just call it a state of disarray.

“I must admit that there are other reasons for me arriving unannounced.” He cleared his throat, brows furrowing as he sat forward, folding his hands. “I did not understand at first, but I gathered something has happened between you and my brother. I do not know what unfolded between you two, but I am assuming it was not good.”

You bit your lip nervously, looking down at your lap.

“Still, I am very confused. If I’m not mistaken, things were improving between you two and all seemed to be well. Now you are hiding inside your home with little to no contact under the guise of unwellness, and Loki’s been acting stranger than usual. His mood sours at the mention of your name. I have tried to talk to him but he will not speak to me about the matter either. Please tell me what has happened.”

Thor was clearly very concerned about the situation, and it would do you no good to lie to him. He’s been a great friend to you and so you felt obligated to tell him the truth.

You sighed before meeting his gaze with a look of exhaustion on your features.

“Would you like some tea?”

His brows raised at your question and you chuckled.

“With what I have to say, you may be here for a while, Thunder.”

You returned from the kitchen with two hot mugs a few moments later, sitting down across from Thor and carefully explaining the situation to him.

As you explained how your last conversation went with Loki, you watched as his expression shifted—from understanding to shock and confusion—before finally settling into a somber state. You weren’t exactly sure what he was thinking or if he was sad for you or his brother. Most likely both.

“I lied to him.” You admitted with a shameful shake of your head. “I told him that I didn’t like him.”

Thor shook his head, clearly confused by your actions. “I don’t understand. I thought you two were getting along quite well. Did he do something to upset you?

You shook your head, rubbing a hand across your forehead. “No, that’s part of the problem, Thor.”

The look on his face was almost comical. He stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

You did, but not without letting out a long sigh beforehand. “I’m used to him being a complete ass. I’m not used to this nice, considerate, helpful Loki that’s been coming by my apartment.” You exclaimed, raising a hand in the air. “I’m not used to this Loki that talks to me like I’m a normal human being, or brings me food when I’m feeling down, or the one who watched cheesy movies with me. I couldn’t handle being around him anymore. I had to run him off before I-.” You paused, eyes fluttering shut.

“Before what?”

You took a deep breath and looked at Thor. Your friend, one of your best friends in the whole world. Your friend who was a brother to the person you…

Your voice lowered to a barely audible whisper. “Before I fell in love with him.”

All of the confusion from his face dropped, leaving warm eyes and a gentle smile on his lips.

You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your face in embarrassment. “It’s ridiculous to say, isn't it? I’m being so stupid.”

“No!” Thor exclaimed, reaching a hand out to you. “Never in a millennium would I ever think that of you. What you are feeling is not stupid. I-.”

He cut himself off, shaking his head with a look of disbelief. “I am just puzzled how I did not see this coming much sooner.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “Huh?”

“See your true feelings for Loki.” He explained. “I was so focused on ensuring your well being that I did not see what was happening right in front of me. Maybe I could have prevented this from happening.”

You frowned, hands sliding away from your face,

“What do you mean you could have prevented this?”

A sheepish look spread upon the blonde god’s face.

“I am sure this is difficult for you given your history with Loki so I completely understand your hesitance when it comes to his motivations.” He explained. “But I must admit, I thought you were more aware of his feelings for you than it appears you are.”

You said nothing, having no clue where he was going with this.

“You see, friend, Loki was only harsh to you before because he did not know how to tell you that he admired you.”

Oh…. what?!

“The best he could do was antagonize you until you snapped. Unfortunately for him, he has never been great at talking about his feelings.”

He sure could have fooled you a week ago. There he was, in your kitchen pouring out his heart to you and you completely shut him down. You were beginning to question if you made a mistake.

“Loki cares for you immensely.” Thor strongly insisted. “He always has. But I did not know you felt the same way. I would have whipped him into shape and made him behave a long time ago. I can think of no one else that would be as perfect for him as you would be.”

If you weren’t so thrown off by what Thor was revealing to you, you would have blushed at his compliment.

“Why… why didn’t he say anything?” You asked. “He didn’t– all he said was that he wanted to be my friend. I didn’t think he cared for me the same way that I cared for him. That’s why I pushed him away. I don’t think I could have stayed friends with him without always feeling something deeper.” you admitted, tears kissing your eyes.

Thor looked at you seriously, blinking slowly. “You’re right. Loki doesn’t just care for you,” He informed. “It is so much more than that. Truly.”

Your face dropped.

“I should not be the one to inform you of this, but he did not tell you about his true feelings because he was worried of…. Well, the exact reaction you gave him for simply requesting to befriend you.”

Your heart felt like it was breaking into a million tiny pieces. You wanted Thor to stop talking because he was making you realize how much you fucked up. Big time.

“N-no… that’s not true.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief. “Loki hated me, he always has.”

Thor raised a brow. “Do you truly believe that he despised you to that extent? He was a simpering mess and was jealous of our friendship because he desired to be as close to you as I was. But he did not think he could do so. He did not know how to get closer to you, so I tried to convince him to simply talk to you more. But as you know very well, my brother is the most stubborn man in the nine realms. I believe that he was truly afraid of your rejection. That is what was stopping him from revealing his true feelings to you.”

You dropped your head to your hands, shaking your head slowly. “And I did exactly what he thought I would do.” You flat out rejected him. Of course, it wasn’t because you actually disliked him, but it was because of your own fears of inadequacy. All this time you thought he was the asshole. Turns out it was really you. The roles had flipped because you let those same feelings of rejection Loki had gotten in the way of you becoming closer. Of you two possibly becoming more.

No one was more surprised than you were when you received an invitation to a birthday party a couple of weeks later after your talk with Thor. And not just any birthday party either.

It was Loki’s.

Thor was the only person who could have sent this to you because there was no way Loki could have invited you to his own party. This was confirmed when you realized it was supposed to be a surprise birthday party.

You could think of a billion reasons why that was not a good idea. One being that this surprise party was supposedly for a god who could get annoyed enough to start another war against humanity, and two being that he certainly hated your guts right now, and for a very valid reason this time.

Nevertheless, with your guilty conscience weighing heavily on you (and a bit of gentle bullying from Thor) you decided to go to the party anyway.

It was at a fancy hotel in downtown Manhattan, and Loki wasn’t supposed to arrive for another thirty minutes or so, but the way your heart was rapidly beating you’d think he was already there. You searched around the room in apprehension, fingers toying with the dark green ribbon of the small box you were holding. Eventually, you sat the present down on the gift table, forcing your hands to stay still as you waited for him to show.

Apparently, Thor gave Loki some misleading excuse for him to come to the hotel so he wouldn’t know that there would be a party, especially for him.

But something told you that Loki was smarter than that.

The next time you glanced at your watch, thirty minutes plus had passed and Loki had yet to arrive like Thor asked him to. Then an hour had passed and people started to get antsy, but once Sam had turned on the music and Tony announced that the bar was open, everyone seemed to relax and enjoy themselves a bit more. They were having the party as if the birthday boy wasn't MIA.

This disappointed you greatly.

“I’m sorry, friend.” Thor sighed, patting your arm gently. “I truly thought he would be here, but he must have found out about my plans and decided not to come. He’s never been one for a surprise.”

“Maybe he’ll show up sooner or later. Who knows.” you shrugged, forcing a sad smile. To say you were disappointed was a great understatement. You thought you’d feel relieved that you wouldn’t have to face him today, but you realized that you were really looking forward to seeing him again.

You sighed, looking around. “I think I'm gonna go. I’m not really in a party mood right now. I only came here because… Well, you know.”

Thor nodded sympathetically. “Of course. I will see you later.”

He gave you a departing hug and you exited the ballroom. You were barely halfway down the hall, almost making it to the lobby before an arm reached out of a dark room, snatching you inside. It happened so quickly that you barely had time to scream.

You yelped when the door slammed shut, then light quickly flooded the room.

Your eyes blinked rapidly, adjusting to focus on the tall figure in front of you. There, barely a few feet away stood Loki, dressed to the nines in a killer black tux that fit his body as if it was created just for him.

The small closet he pulled you into was pretty cramped. He regarded you coldly, a displeased expression on his face. Brows furrowed deeply and jaw clenched.

It was clear that he was not happy to see you.

“Wait, you’re here?” You gaped at him dumbly. “Have you been here this whole time? Everyone’s been waiting for you in the ballroom.”

“Yes, I am fully aware. I’ve known about this ridiculous party the entire time.” He snapped, a great amount of annoyance in his tone. “I do not care about what anyone is doing. What I want to know is why you are here?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, doing your best to meet his heated gaze head on. “W-well, i-”

“Spit it out, mortal,” he growled impatiently.

Oh, so we’re back to mortal now, you thought to yourself grumpily.

You cleared your throat, squaring your shoulders with a heavy sigh. “I wanted to say that… that I’m sorry.”

He continued to stare, entirely unfazed by your apology. You fidgeted nervously under the weight of his gaze.

“For what, exactly?”

“For everything.” You frowned, shaking your head. “For saying those horrible things to you. For saying that I didn't like you.” You sighed heavily. “None of what I said that day was true and I know I hurt your feelings-”

“Feelings? I don’t have any feelings regarding you.” He scoffed, taking a small step back away from you. “None other than utter disdain.”

Your heart twisted painfully at his words. You guessed you deserved that.

You continued on anyway. As hard as he tried to hide it, you could hear the pain seeping through the anger in his voice.

“Regardless of whether I hurt your feelings or not, I wanted you to know that what I said wasn’t the truth. I lied to you when I said I didn’t want to be your friend. The truth is I really, really do.”

His severe expression remained, only growing harsher as his frown deepened.

“Did my idiot brother put you up to this?”

“Of course not,” you answered quickly. “I’m apologizing because I want to. You didn’t deserve that. Not at all.”

“Then why?” He demanded, stepping closer to you. “Why would you say those things if you did not truly mean it?”

A heavy silence hung between you, broken only by the faint sound of the bass from the ridiculously loud music leaking through the closet door from down the hall.

“I… I don’t know,” you muttered lamely.

You instantly regretted your words as you watched Loki’s face fall. You could take his anger, you were used to it by now, but any trace of irritation had completely disappeared from his expression. All that was left was disappointment. Confusion. Sadness.

"You don’t know," he said, his tone laced with disbelief.

His mouth parted as if he were about to speak, but the words faltered and died on his lips.

A suffocating pressure filled your chest as he avoided your gaze, deftly stepping around you to open the closet door.

“Loki wait–” Your call to him was silenced by the sharp slam of the door.

Your eyes squeezed shut, the weight of unshed tears pressing against your lids.

You were a coward. He had given you the chance to explain yourself, the chance to tell him the truth, to tell him how you really felt, and instead you decided to hurt him even more by lying to him yet again.

Trying to tell someone like Loki that you cared about him was proving to be extremely difficult for you. Yet no matter how hard it was, you could not risk losing him.

Grabbing the knob, you swung the door open, running down the halls of the hotel in your heels like a mad woman.

“Loki!”

You saw him heading towards the exit. You ignored the curious glances of the hotel staff watching you from behind the desk as you sped past them.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even turn around to acknowledge you, long legs striding towards the doors with determination

You stopped in your tracks, letting out a breath before calling out to him.

“I said those things to you because I was scared.”

He didn’t stop, and you continued.

“I-I was scared because I liked you too, but more than a friend, and I didn’t know what to do about that.”

He immediately halted in his tracks, the sliding doors opening for him. Relief filled you when he didn't walk through them.

Your voice lowered now that you had his attention. “I didn’t know how to feel about that, because I’m not supposed to like you, Loki.”

This was it. There he was, standing by the entrance of the hotel waiting for you to say more, only a second away from bolting out the door. This moment was all you had, and you couldn’t mess it up. Not again.

You swallowed hard, nails biting into your palms from the pressure of your closed fists.

This was it. Only the truth would save you now.

“I wanted to keep myself from falling in love with you.” You whispered. “But I think it’s too late.”

"He slowly turned to face you, looking thoroughly paralyzed. As if he'd just seen a ghost. His eyes grew wide, and he blinked, his breath caught in his throat. “What did you say?”

You took a step forward, a watery smile growing on your face.

"I tried to push you away," you said quietly. "Because I began to feel more than just friendship, and I was afraid it was all one-sided. I didn’t think you could feel the same way about me as I do about you... as I still do."

You saw his features morph from surprise to disbelief, then eased into relief, all in the blink of an eye. Before you realized it, he was stalking toward you with even more purpose than before, stopping barely a foot away from you.

“You simple-minded woman,” he chastised softly. “How could I not feel the same way? How could I not love you as well?”

A sharp intake of breath escaped you as you stared at him, stunned by his words.

“Did you not believe I loved you when I couldn't stop being fixated on you? When I became jealous of my own brother just because he met you first? When I almost successfully murdered a man with my bare hands for daring to cause you harm? It's something I'd gladly do again and finish what I started.” He growled.

“I am not bypassing the fact that I made it extremely difficult to see, but it was always there.” he paused before lifting a hand towards your face, placing it on your cheek gently. “I was entranced with you from the very moment I met you, and was devastated when I thought I could never have you.”

Your breath came in shallow gasps, your chest heaving as you gazed at the man in front of you. It was as if the world had shifted, and you were seeing him in a new light—seeing him for who he truly was and what he meant to you. Your heart swelled, and instinctively, you took a step closer, lifting yourself onto your toes to pull him down towards you, pressing your lips to his with an intensity you couldn’t control.

For a brief moment, you saw surprise flash across his face, but it was gone just as quickly. He steadied himself, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you back with the same fierce passion.

It didn’t take long for his tongue to find the inside of your mouth. the taste of mint on his lips sending a rush of euphoria through you. The feeling was absolutely heavenly. Gripping his arms for dear life, you were desperate for support as each passing second made you feel more lightheaded, overwhelmed by the sensation of Loki Laufeyson kissing you fiercely right there in the hotel lobby.

You let out an involuntary moan when his hands moved from your face, traveling down your neck and back.

A throat cleared, catching you off guard. “Um, Excuse me.”

With great reluctance, you both pulled away from each other, turning to look at the awkward looking hotel manager that was standing a few feet away from you.

You hadn’t even heard him come near. Loki cleared his throat and you blushed, straightening the top of your dress as two women, no–now four women giggled behind the lobby desk.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but considering that things look a bit… intense between you two, may I suggest you take this interaction to one of our rooms? We have a few more suites available. I would suggest our honeymoon suite.”

You met Loki's gaze with a sheepish smile, but he didn’t look the least bit apologetic. In fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself. The last thing you wanted to put on was a show for everyone to see, but you couldn't help but get swept up into him once he started kissing you back.

“Maybe we should go to your party,” you suggested, turning to him with a guilty expression. “That way everyone will know you’re here.”

“Yes, I suppose we should.” He acknowledged. “I should at least tell Thor that I appreciate his basic efforts. He should know to do a better job at keeping secrets from me in the future.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “Let’s go do that. Right now.”

You caught Loki's hand, gently pulling him away from the nosy hotel staff and in the direction of the ballroom. The closer you got to the party, the more you were regretting your decision in not getting that hotel room.

You and Loki were standing just outside of the grand double doors, silently staring ahead.

“We should go in, shouldn’t we?” you asked.

“We should,” he agreed half-heartedly.

You nodded, running a hand over your mussed hair before taking a step towards the door, grabbing the door handle. You didn’t get the chance to open it before you were pulled away. You were suddenly pressed into Loki’s hard body with his lips pressed to yours.

Barely five minutes later, he was dragging you into the recommended suite, slamming the door shut, and placing you up against it. Your mouths connected again in an instant, hands running through his dark locks and legs wrapped around his waist.

“We should… get back to… the party.” You said in between kisses.

Loki pulled away for a split second, quirking a brow. “Why in the hel would we do that?”

You felt a rush of warmth in your cheeks. “For one, all your friends are waiting for you, and here I am keeping you from them.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning down to place a kiss under your chin. “Those imbeciles can wait. Right now, I prefer that I have you all to myself.”

“You can have me.” You whispered lightly. “I wouldn’t mind.” You more than wouldn’t mind. You’d be absolutely delighted.

He pulled back to meet your lust filled gaze.

“As would I, my love, but not yet. Not fully at least.”

You paused, blinking at him in slight confusion.

“You are a profoundly beautiful and intelligent woman, and I would prefer to court you properly before we go any further.” He explained, smiling softly as he ran the back of his hand down your cheek. “You deserve that and so much more.”

And here you were ready to rip his pants off. You were a complete horny mess, and by the prominent feeling of him rubbing against your stomach, you knew he was too.

However, he was right, and it turned you on even more that he respected you enough to hold back on his primal instincts. For now.

“Well,” You grinned, eyes searching his. “What would you like to do birthday boy?”

"I want to be with you. Just you." He confessed. "I want to hold you close, and look into your eyes—it's something I've dreamed of doing for a very long time."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you nodded. “I’d like that too.”

Before long, you found yourselves exactly where you needed to be. Both of you stretched out on the luxurious soft king-sized bed, nestled in his arms with your head resting against his chest. At that moment, you couldn’t remember ever feeling so secure, so complete.

“I have to confess,” you heard him murmur softly. “I did not expect this. I had already prepared myself to walk into that party, miserable as ever, and force myself to listen to people I could care less about drone on about how lucky I was to be related to Thor.”

You nestled closer to him, breathing in his scent.

“But then I saw you, standing there looking as enchanting as ever, and my whole world turned on its head. Regardless of what I said earlier, I am happy that you are here.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“This is truly the best surprise. Better than I could ever have imagined.”

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