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harryspet · 4 years ago

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caged bird | s.rogers, p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, polyamory, prison au, noncon/dubcon sex, this plot scenario is very unrealistic but oh well, reader makes a deal so she can survive, hella manipulation, dominants/submissive, oral sex (male recieving), hella angst, shower sex, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: this is like a really f’d up situation so enjoy :):):) i also wrote this over the span of two weeks so i’m sorry if the pacing is weird and (also x2) this is nowhere near canon

In which you have to make a deal with three devils in order to survive in The Cage.

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Your eyelids were heavy though the bright light outside the bus was forcing you awake. Your limbs shackled to the seat, it reminded you that you had lost your freedom so quickly and that you’d probably never have a good night of sleep ever again, ��How long?” Your mouth was dry, the heat from the wasteland you were driving through crept through the window.

“Twenty minutes, princess,” Officer Rumlow looked you over for the millionth time like you were fresh meat ready for the slaughter. His perceptions weren’t far off and that’s what scared you the most. You weren’t cut out for a place like the Cage.

A week ago you thought this place was fictional, a nightmare tale that was used to scare the new employees. It was still a nightmare but you were now living in it. You thought your heart might explode out of your chest as the facility finally came into view. Five stories of complete concrete surrounded by two, hundred-foot fences and surrounded by a barren wasteland.

You were the only one on the bus. The Cage rarely received new inmates due to the nature of crimes that the prison was built for. Vigilantes and government traitors. Many used to consider them heroes but they were unregulated and dangerous. That's how they ended up here and, your boss, Alexander Pierce had sold you out to save himself.

“When … W-When am I going to get my phone call?” You asked as the bus entered the gates of the prison, finally stopping at the processing center.

Rumlow chuckled, walking over to unchain your shackles from the floor of the bus, “Who are you going to call, princess? Mommy and Daddy?” He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you down the steps of the bus.

You refused to accept that you had been erased. Your parents probably thought you were only missing, not that you had been wrongly accused of betraying the government and had been thrown into the most dangerous prison in the country.

“They can’t do this,” You winced as your arm stung, “No trial. No jury. T-This is illegal!”

Rumlow ignored you, and you had to pick up your pace in order to not fall down. Your eyes wandered around, the sun nearly blinding you and stinging your skin at the same time. You noticed in the distance a group of male inmates standing behind a wired fence, wearing the same navy jumpsuit as you, and even from far away, you could see cold and hungry glances.

You thought you were lucky for a minute since you were a woman but then you remembered what kind of women probably lived here. As you were brought inside, past several guards, through metal detectors and pat-downs.

When you got to the body cavity search, you expected to part way with Rumlow. Standing in a small, cold room, Rumlow stood in the doorway with his hands casually in the pockets of his pants, “Undress, inmate,” Your eyes widened and you quickly crossed your arms, “Slowly, if you don’t mind.”

“I-I do mind,” You said quickly, “I’m supposed to have a female officer-”

“You don’t get those kinds of privileges in the Cage. We don’t separate inmates by gender,” You shook your head as your eyebrows began to furrow.

“That’s insane-”

“Undress, inmate,” He said more sternly this time, “Or would you like me to do it for you? You’re lucky I don’t make you put on a show for the rest of the guards.”

You shook your head again, tears starting to form in your tired eyes, “Please don’t-” You tried to plead with him but, as you did, you watched him reach for his baton, “Okay, okay!”

Rumlow smiled a wicked smile, “Good. Bend over and cough, inmate. Let me see that cute, little ass of yours.”

When you finally got to see a female officer, she was escorting you to your cell. In your hands, you held the rest of your life which included one more set of clothes, bedding, and a toothbrush. You had to eat what the prison provided and you could only earn extra commissary from working. Hela tried to explain everything to you but you were only latching onto every other world.

You walked along a slim passageway which had cells to the right and a metal railing to the left. There were three floors of cells and they seemed to go all the way around in a circle. Passed the railing and in the middle of the dome was where it seemed most of the inmates were gathered.

The shouting, laughing, and fighting echoed through the dome and you couldn’t help but think those calls were for you. You could barely carry your bag of things and walk straight without stumbling. If they couldn’t send your weakness from your appearance then they’d surely sniff it out soon.

“This can’t be allowed,” You whispered to Officer Hela, though her dark hair mixed with the look of death in her eyes didn’t scream “empathy” to you, “There has to be some sort of rule-”

She stopped in front of an empty, six by eight-foot cell which told you that this would be your new home, “You can sit in solitary if you like,” She spoke coldly, “Your meals get brought to you and you don’t have to deal with the animals in here but there’s no time outside. It’s easy to lose track of the days and forget which voices are real and which ones are inside your head. If you prefer to go insane before you die then I’d recommend that route.”

There wasn’t much of a choice to make and you found your feet moving before your brain could register. You stepped inside the cell, setting down your things on the bottom bunk, “A girl like you is going to need to latch onto a group, pledge your allegiance, and do not let them question your loyalty. They live by a different code here and following it is life or death, do you understand?”

You slowly nodded as you listened and part of you was grateful that she wasn’t completely cold, “T-Thank you-”

She scoffed, “Such a precious little thing … I give you a week,” With that, she turned on her heel and you felt hopeless once again, “I’ll escort you to dinner-”

You shook your head, “I’m not hungry.” You were actually starving but you could not yet face the beast.

She only shrugged and pulled the door closed. The light above you flickered and you stared back down at your bunk. You were holding back your tears as you tried to make up your bed. Staring at the flimsy mattress material only made you more depressed so you decided just to lay down. Facing the wall, your tired eyes roamed over what was scribbled on the walls.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is evil.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is corrupt.

You hated that the words initially sent a wave of anger through you. You hated that you still felt loyal to that group of monsters. You were a low level worker with good standing and they had just sent you to die?

With your face tucked into your arm, you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day you had no choice but to face your fears. You couldn’t go any longer without food and, in a place like this, you needed to keep your energy up. Before the sun was even out, you heard the mechanical click of the cell door. Your favorite officer, Rumlow, made sure to stop by your cell during roll call.

“So you decided on general population,” He popped the gum he was chewing, looking you over, “I’m sad to hear it, I was gonna visit you every day in solitary but I guess we’ll get some alone time soon enough.”

You scowled at him and a shiver went through you as he continued pass your cell. You were now grateful that you had chosen general population.

That feeling didn’t last as inmates started moving from their cells down to breakfast. You stayed back, waiting to slip out of your cell when the crowd had passed. You lingered in the back of the line but no one seemed to notice you until you were in the kitchen line. The first reaction was a quiet murmur that went through the group of (mostly) men at the sight of you.

You didn’t quite match anyone's stature, not even the women. At least they looked like they could take care of themselves. You were sure that your face probably had dark circles and sunken in features. You looked down when you felt someone's eyes on you and you cringed at every word whispered about you.

“If I could just get my hands on her …”

“I wonder what a little girl like that could’ve done to get in here.”

“I’d be real gentle with her …” “I wouldn’t … I’d make her scream …”

“Move along,” Hela barked at the inmates in the line. You tried to tune them out as a staff member handed you your tray of food. A stale piece of toast, plastic-looking eggs, peaches, and what looked like could be oatmeal.

It was when you turned away that you felt a pinch on your bottom. You turned around quickly only to find yourself staring at a chest rather than a face. As you looked up, a man with long, dark black hair stared down at you, “Aren’t you adorable?”

“I said move along, inmates,” You looked towards Hela for some sort of help but didn’t receive any.

When you looked back again, the man had disappeared. You shook it off, figuring that was the least of what you were about to experience today. As you stepped out into the middle of the dome, you remembered the advice that Hela had managed to give you.

There were cliques formed at each circular, metal table and you looked each one over as you walked past them. Again, people stared and said vile things but you spotted a table where two women were sitting. They were much older than you but the look you got from them was not maternal in the least.

“Can I… sit here?” You knew the answer based on their thin-lipped scowls.

You weren’t like any of them … you were fragile. Besides that, you used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the organization was responsible for locking half of these people away. You kept walking, eventually finding an empty table to sit at.

All you could think about now was eating. You picked at your tray with your plastic fork, and with each bite of the food you cringed. The toast was also completely rock hard, “It helps if you dip it in water,” Your head snapped up as you felt a shadow over you before someone took a seat beside you.

You weren’t expecting someone so young and you certainly weren’t expecting a friendly smile. You stared at the handsome man with your mouth agape. You hadn’t realized what he meant until you looked back down at the bread in your hands, “Oh … I doubt anything would make this edible-”

He ran his hand through his light brown hair, before reaching into the pocket of his jumpsuit. On the table in front of you, he placed a twinkie. The entire room seemed to go quiet for a moment and you realized that everyone was watching the two of you.

“I can’t accept this …”

“Of course you can, it’s no big deal,” His brown eyes pierced into yours as he shrugged, “I’m Peter.”

The sugary, process food was calling your name but you still weren’t sure what his deal was, “T-Thank you,” Not wanting to come off rude, you accepted it, unknowingly beginning to seal your fate, “I’m … I’m-”

“Y/N Y/LN,” He finished for you which left your eyes wide with shock, “You’re already famous. The guards like to gossip and it’s rare we get new inmates so people get curious.”

“Oh,” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

“Don’t worry, some people in here care about your charges, how you got here, but not me,” He tried to reassure you, a smile tugging at his lips, “S.H.I.E.L.D. screwed us all and I don’t think there’s a point in playing who’s the better bad guy.”

You looked around. Now that you knew that people knew your charges and your history, you were starting to feel unsettled. The only thing keeping you grounded was him reassuring you that he didn’t care, “How long-” Your voice came out in a whisper, “How long have you been here?”

Peter took a breath as he thought for a moment, “Few years. Now I kinda forget that I was a normal teenager when this all started.”

Years. And he was a teenager when they brought him here? Did they have no limits to their cruelty?

“God,” You breathed out, overwhelmed, “I don’t think I can … do this-”

Peter reached out, placing a calm hand on your arm, “Hey, hey, you have to survive here. Whether you were meant to be here or not, you have to live like this is your reality. Looking like you’re about to vomit is not a good look to everyone else. I saw Loki over there … he’s an asshole touching you like that but it’s because he’s already sniffed you out.”

You nodded, trying to stay calm, “But I don’t know how to look … to look less weak.”

“For one, you’re going to have to start eating more and building some muscle,” You could tell by his grip on your arm that he was quite strong, “And the next time someone disrespects you, you have to stand up for yourself. You also can’t just bark like a little chihuahua. Maybe you could pick someone out, someone that you could win in a fight against.”

As Peter started to scan the room, you immediately started shaking your hand, “I can’t just attack someone,” You whisper-shouted, your eyes wide with worry.

Peter chuckled, “Not with that attitude. Maybe you could go for Heather over there,” He eyed a woman who was practically elderly, “She has a cane so even you could probably overpower though I’ve seen here use the thing as a weapon a few times-”

“Peter,” You spoke sharply, “There has to be another way.”

Peter looked into your eyes and you lost hope for a moment until he seemed to perk up, “I have some friends, we kind of run together in this place, looking out for each other,” Peter explained and you listened intently, hoping for a means of survival that didn’t require attacking an old lady, “I could probably convince them to start looking out for you too. But it won’t be easy, we take loyalty very seriously here, and it wouldn’t be without a cost to you.”

“What sort of cost?”

Peter shrugged, “Could be lots of things. They serve plums on Friday and Bucky loves those so maybe you’d show your support to the group by giving him yours. Something like that,” You followed Peter’s finger as he pointed two men out, one with dark hair and the other with light. Both were built like bodybuilders, “Steve’s a respected leader here and maybe you could help run messages for him.”

You nodded, “T-That sounds fair,” You paused for a moment as the men eyed you, “And for the twinkie? What do you want?”

“Now you’re starting to get it,” Peter grinned, “Eat it and that means you accept our claim. You’re one of us.”

“Can’t I have time to think about it?”

Peter seemed to hesitate for the first time, “I’m sure you won’t get a better offer,” Your face fell, “But sure. I’d be quick about it though. Those big, doe eyes aren’t going to work on everybody.”

The dark-haired one was following you. Loki, Peter called him, hadn’t taken his eyes off you ever since you parted ways with Peter yesterday. He and his greek god, blonde friend were now walking behind you as you made your way through the halls. They were pushing mop buckets, evidently taking a break from their cleaning duty.

You had gotten lost trying to find the hospital wing and now you were paying the consequences.

“Little bird … caged and unprotected,” He taunted you and your heartbeat quickened as you tried to keep from looking back, “Not even the guards want to save her. Poor thing.”

“It seems she’s in need of protecting, brother.”

“Protecting? If I got my hands on her, the last thing I’d think of is being gentle-”

You turned into the first room you passed, expecting to find somewhere to hide but you only seemed to encounter more people. It was the TV room, a staticy old television airing a baseball game was hanging in the corner of the room, and a bunch of men were sitting at different tables.

They all turned their heads to you as you interrupted and you immediately recognized the two men from Peter’s loyal “group”. Bucky and Steve. Your heart was out of your chest at the point and you found yourself whispering a “sorry” before turning back towards the door. Loki and his brother, however, were waiting patiently.

Loki leaned in the doorway, eyeing you like you were fresh meat.

“Is this jackass bothering you, hon?” Your eyes wide with fear, you quickly realized that it wasn’t Loki taunting you. The dark-haired man’s, you remembered Peter calling him Bucky, voice boomed through the room.

You froze.

“Don’t you have toilets to scrub, Laufeyson?” The light hair man with a thick beard spoke, and by the look on his face you could tell he was a man of power. Not so much power-hungry but someone that demanded respect and often received it.

Loki scoffed, looking over you again, “As far as I know, this one is free territory.”

“Well, this room is my territory and guess where she happens to be standing,” Loki’s jaw clenched at Steve’s words.

“C’mere, hon,” Bucky spoke to you, signaling to cross the room. She hesitated but only for a moment as you realized your choices were Peter’s friends or letting Loki, have you. You crossed the room cautiously towards them, everyone now looking at you. You paused awkwardly in front of the table but a small yelp left your lip as Bucky grabbed you by the arm, spinning you into his lap.

“See,” Steve said as you uncomfortably tried your best not to squirm, “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours, Laufeyson.”

You felt a hand clench your thigh and cringed.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

As soon as Loki stormed away, you stood up, brushing whatever wrinkles had formed in your jumpsuit. Amused, Bucky smiled at you, “You could at least thank us,” Bucky leaned forward and you tried not to scowl.

“Thank you,” You whispered.

“Good girl,” Bucky smirked.

“Lang, get Y/N a chair,” Steve ordered another man in the room. He was quick to obey the command and, even though you were in a new place, you felt you’d been transported into an entirely new planet.

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit,” Steve said as the chair was placed beside you, “You can leave when you give us an answer to the offer Peter mentioned yesterday.”

You had thought long and hard about Peter’s offer and decided last night that you wanted to reject it. It wasn’t until now that you realized your decision was a mistake. There was no telling when you’d be getting out of this place, Peter had been here for years, and it seemed you were already a target.

You’d even heard a rumor that the guards placed bets on how long you’d survive in here.

“Yes …” You nodded your head, “That’s my answer.”

Steve's lips pulled into a small grin as he eyed his friend across the table, “Good choice, doll.”

A week later and you were still alive and relatively untouched. Bucky was quite handsy but Peter reminded you that it was just protocol. Everyone had to know that you were a part of their group and that, if you were harmed, they’d have to deal with Steve and his minions.

Like Peter said, there were quite a few sacrifices you had to make. Your new job in the kitchen allowed you to provide the group with all the food they wanted and when you weren’t working, you were running errands for Steve. You got an idea of all the inmate leaders and how they functioned as a society.

Steve seemed to be at the very top and you realized the possible consequences of crossing someone like him. Still, you felt more pampered than like you were a part of some elaborate prison gang. Most of your wishes were theirs to grant.

They let you watch whatever you wanted in the TV room. Bucky always called you pet names that you were starting to grow fond of. Steve had some pull with the guards so Rumlow was never around to bother you anymore. Peter even found you a set of paints to occupy your time in your cell. As long as you followed them around like their cute little puppy, they were quite nice to you.

“C’mon, run a lap with me. You gotta build your strength,” Peter asked you, his face sweaty and shining under the baking sun. He was shirtless, the shirtsleeves of his uniform wrapped around his waist, and his magnificent physique was on display just like Steve and Bucky’s. During rec time in the courtyard, you’d become accustomed to standing by the fence and watching them lift weights.

“I’m good, thanks,” You smiled awkwardly, “I get tired just from watching you guys.”

“Peter’s right,” Steve let out a breath as he dropped his hundred-pound dumbbell.

“I just …” Your voice trailed off as Steve eyed you with his strong gaze. You knew that what he said goes but you were growing nervous, “I don’t want to get sweaty.”

“You’re serious?” Bucky chimed in, a curious look on his face.

“Is that like a girl thing I don’t know about?” Peter flashed you an amused look and your cheeks began to heat with embarrassment.

“Y/N?” Steve could see that you were hiding something.

You crossed your arms, sighing, “I just don’t want to have to shower, okay?”

“You haven’t showered since you’ve been here?” Peter asked incredulously.

“I have!” You quickly defended yourself, “I mean, I’ve just been using the sink in my cell.”

“I see what this is about,” Bucky had a knowing look on his face, “Dollface is scared of the communal showers.”

Peter’s mouth formed the shape of an “o” as he realized what was going on. You still felt so embarrassed. It was yet another thing that made you seem totally defenseless.

“Is that true?” Steve asked and you were beginning to feel overwhelmed by their concerned gazes, “Why didn’t you tell us? Next time, one of us will keep watch for you. No one’s gonna bother you.”

Maybe it was the isolation or the fact that your life would never be the same again. Maybe it was the fact that you’d never see your family again or that you cried yourself to sleep every night. That might be the reason you felt that they genuinely cared for you and why you wanted to fully embrace the comfort that they were providing.

Maybe that was why you wanted to belong to them.

For the first time, you were reminded of your old life. You weren’t sure how long you’d lost yourself under the water, letting time get away from you, as the warm water cascaded along your skin. The showers had a sorry excuse for water pressure and, despite the creepiness of the beige tiles and flickering light above, when you closed your eyes you were in paradise.

“All clean, beautiful?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your trance. Suddenly you were back in the square room with showerheads lining each wall. You wiped the water from your eyes before turning off the water.

“Y-Yes, I’m almost done!” You shouted back, grabbing your towel from off the hook. You pressed it to your face, drying your skin. You were quite grateful that they’d taken the extra steps to make you feel protected, “Bucky-”

As you turned around, that feeling of gratitude quickly turned to something resembling fear. He was supposed to wait for you outside the bathroom and yet, there he was, only three feet away from you.

“What are you-”

He looked over you hungrily and you pressed your towel closer to your body, “You have no idea how long it's been since I’ve been with a beautiful woman like you … Steve too. And Peter, he’s just learning the ropes.”

You took a step back, towards the wall, and as you did you caught a glimpse behind Bucky’s towering figure. Both Steve and Peter were here, stalking closer.

“You said you’d protect me…” Your voice cracked, your hands beginning to shake.

“We will,” Steve spoke, determined, “No one else but us will touch you.”

“Nothing in here is without a cost, Y/N,” Peter seemed a bit solemn like his current life was not what he wanted it to be but he was just as hungry, if not more, as Bucky.

Bucky grabbed you then, his eyes impatient, and you wrestled for your towel for only a moment before he easily snatched it away from you. A helpless squeal left your mouth as he grabbed you by the arm with one hand and placed his other hand between your legs. He grabbed your thigh tightly and as his hand moved further up, you found yourself paralyzed.

“Good girl. You’re going to take all of us,” Bucky spoke quietly, shushing you, his grip growing tighter and tighter. Before you knew it, all three of them were surrounding you, their curious hands wandering over your wet skin. Grabbing your breast, your thighs, turning your face to bite at your neck.

“Get on your knees,” Steve grunted against your ear, growing impatient like his friend.

When you didn’t move, Peter was the one to push you down onto the cold floor. You hiccuped, trying not to hyperventilate as they overwhelmed you from each side. As they all started to pull down their clothes, you made one final attempt at trying to crawl away.

Steve grabbed you by your throat, making your efforts futile, pushing your face towards his crotch. You felt it, hard and throbbing against your cheek, “Open up, don’t make this hard, doll,” Through the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky stroking his own length, waiting patiently for his turn.

Steve grabbed you by your hair next, pressing your closed lips against his tip. He forced himself in your mouth, “There you go,” Steve grunted, pushing himself deeper, “Move that tongue around.”

Steve Rogers could make your life a living hell in the Cage. Was this really the price you had to pay in order to survive here? You couldn’t imagine it being any worse than this but Steve could make that possible. That’s why you started to swirl your tongue like he said, deciding that their orgasms would end your pain.

Bucky was much rougher than Steve, pinching your nose closed and enjoying watching your eyes widen and water. He practically touched the back of your throat and still commanded you to stroke Peter and Steve’s cocks with your hands while you took him in your mouth. Somehow, you managed.

Peter was much more gentle and you were grateful for that. His hands rested softly on the back of your head, guiding your mouth slowly up and down his length, “God, this is awesome,” He cursed, his head tilting back as he enjoyed the stimulation. When he finally finished, his warmth filled your mouth and before you could spit or catch your breath, Bucky grabbed you again.

He came so far down your throat that you were forced to swallow it but, unlike him, Steve took his time, “This little mouth. Is ours. Every single hole. Is ours. No one else, do you understand?” With each sentence, he thrust hard until he filled your mouth. You leaned over, coughing as you felt the stinging of your sore throat.

You were about to collapse onto the dirty cold floor when gentle arms lifted you up into a broad chest. You found yourself not fighting, only pressing your face into Bucky’s chest as you began to sob.

Steve didn’t have to say anything more. You understand your new position and there wasn’t anyone else there to save you from that fate.

That night you learned there was a change to your cell assignment. You’d sleep in Steve’s arms, a little bird that was safe and protected in it’s cage.

hope you enjoyed!! i’m posting this instead of sleeping because I have class in this morning :)

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min-jpg · 3 years ago

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Hi!! Can you do they boys getting kidnapped but its Diluc, Childe, and Kazuha? Thank you!!💗💗

Note: I just want to point out that there's no actual reason on how I choose for the reader to beat up the kidnappers since part 1,, it's totally random as long as I'm trying out different ideas whatever fits ehe. Enjoy! 💖

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Kidnapped Genshin Boys x Fem Rich!reader pt.2

Part 1 (Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao)

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kazuha

Genre: fluff, established relationship, some woman kicking ass action, (TW: mentions of blood and violence)

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CHILDE

Your boyfriend would definitely try to go head-to-head against the shady group of people who abducted him. The gang accountable must be living under the rock for even considering one of the most dangerous Harbingers as their prey to carry out their schemes.

However, Childe learned that there would be ramifications if he tries to be rash without gathering solid intel first. Having no knowledge of your current circumstances and whereabouts troubled him to the core. They could have already sent out a corresponding group towards you and endanger you if he failed to listen.

Being wealthy is not a foreign concept to Childe as he is also a wealthy man himself. That said, the premonition of being a target for a ransom would not be unrealistic to him. For now, he is glad that he is the victim here instead of having to witness you kidnapped.

"You know, you could've asked me nicely for some money. I might just give it to you, instead of doing all this for my girlfriend's money." Despite being in a position far from desirable, Childe leisurely sat on the chair that he was bound to, crossing his legs. He was making small talks to push away the worst scenarios happening to you. Are you safe? Are you crying? Did they hurt you?

"I don't know who you are to be running your mouth, but you should value your life a little more." Their leader emerged from the group.

Childe's ocean eyes squinted as menace casts upon his pupils, his voice lowered, "Is that so? Ironic, because you guys seem to value money more than your lives."

The head stepped back slightly, "Enough with your empty threats! You should be aware of the current situation you're in. We're not fooling around here."

"I'm not fooling around either."

As sparks were thrown back and forth, you made your way in through the main entrance. Tapping the shoulder that belongs to one of the men, "Excuse me, I need to get to my boyfriend." Your fist sunk into the side of his face when he turned towards you. He collapsed on the ground with a few broken teeth and blood spewing out of his mouth. Moving on to the next adversary in your path, you fought with full faith in your abilities no matter how intimidating they were.

Soon, the leader and people further ahead finally took notice of it. You pave your way towards your boyfriend and eventually, both your eyes meet each other. Childe puffed out a breath of relief when he finally saw you, but also registering the fact that you just took down most of the men with your bare hands.

Kicking away the men who tried to grab you, you then waved enthusiastically at Childe, "Hey girlie, hold still." Rushing right ahead to the leader, you brought your arm near your face, elbow pointing outwards. The sharp edge from your elbow jabbed his throat, causing him to choke and lose balance.

As his reaction dulled, it was your chance to strike again. Thus, you gallantly overthrew their leader and the entire gang by yourself.

After helping Childe, he stood up abruptly and placed his hands on your shoulder with eagerness written all over the face, "I never knew you could fight so well! How about a spar with me right now?" Expect your boyfriend to continuously bug you to indulge in his rampant itch to fight anyone that comes across as a worthy opponent. Though, the real takeaway from this experience was the way your hair clings to your face with sweat as the adhesive and the triumph look in your eyes. It was a rather attractive sight to relish in his taste.

DILUC

Your boyfriend would be infuriated that crooked people like these exist, much less target him to extort money from you. Just another validation to add up on how incompetent the Knights of Favonious is, he thought. Someone will have to clean up their mess, that someone being him. What better way to do that than to follow them to their hideout to seek out the whole organization?

Diluc is renowned for being one of the richest men in Teyvat. Naturally, the group thought they hit the jackpot on not only holding him for ransom, but potentially garnering some money from him as well.

The only concern he carries is your wellbeing. Diluc fears that this incident will affect you mentally. His head started filling up with formulations on ways to resolve this matter without causing any uproar to guarantee your safety.

When the head was introduced to him, he gritted his teeth to suppress every ounce of his might to not reach for his claymore. Diluc still has to prioritize gathering information first regarding the gang. His patrons at Angel's Share are usually the ones providing him with promising intel of any evildoers, but some things are just meant to be obtained by himself.

"Is this the only hideout you have? Quite in a shambles, don't you think?" Diluc's eyes shifted around the dilapidated building, observing the surroundings to know his enemies better.

The leader rolled his eyes, "It wouldn't be so bad once we get some funding from you and your girlfriend." Diluc hummed. Judging from his answer, it is safe to assume that the organization is rather a small scaling one. Defeating them right now will result in uprooting the source once and for all.

As Diluc was about to do so, a lackey of the gang ran frantically towards them, panting labored when he reached and trying to catch his breath. "What is it?" The leader question.

"T-there's... there's someone." He pointed towards a direction with fear layering his voice.

"What? Why are you so scared?" They all glanced towards the spot.

"I swear there was a woman! I don't know who it is, but she took out some of our guys on guard outside."

In disbelief that a woman could have done anything so reckless, the leader trudged to said location. As it is a spot lacking light, the darkness and shadow made it challenging for him to pinpoint if anyone is there. When he moved closer, you crept out behind from his blind spot and kicked the back of his head, causing his head to spin. Your arm lunged forward, gaining a tight hold onto his nape. You put everything into pushing him, his forehead hammered down to the floor. Creating a loud thud, it gave him a concussion.

"Looking for me?" Your foot stamped onto his back, just making sure he stays down.

Everyone, including your boyfriend, had their pupils dilated at the scene. You sighed at the silence, "All of you just messed with the wrong couple." Lifting your foot away, you stomped forward without giving them a second thought. Your arms and legs are all warmed up for many rounds against your foes.

Diluc watched you from afar as you drove your way towards victory. Although he could step in to help, he admits silently to himself that he would like to observe you a little longer. Putting his trust in your calibers to carry you far, his eyes never left your brave figure.

Once you cleared the group, the next thing to do is checking on Diluc. Already unfastening the restrains himself, he walked to you, "That was well executed. Your abilities shouldn't be underestimated. Don't join the Knights though." He stressed the last remark, scoffing. You chuckled and held his hand to guide him out of here, "Thanks. Glad to impress you, Master Diluc. Let's go home."

KAZUHA

Your boyfriend is a rather hard target to impose on for their plans of kidnapping him. His senses are just too refined for an ordinary person to challenge. Basic tactics, such as overthrowing him with the element of surprise have proven to be futile. Thus, Kazuha will always be able to evade falling prey into their hands.

The only way Kazuha could have been kidnapped is through falsifying evidence of you being in a life-threatening situation. Although he has successfully saved his own skin, not the same could be applied to you. Feeling his resolve shaken, what other choices could he have? Prioritizing your safety is the most important thing right now.

Kazuha may have faced similar situations in the past when out in the sea, encountering pirates of other crew aiming for the Crux Fleet's fortune. Being in the position as a captive for ransom is new. He actually found it amusing, rather than having thoughts of blaming you. It is not your fault that you are blessed with wealth. It is the fault of the criminals.

"Ain't you that the kid who's with Beidou? You're part of her crew." The leader questioned his target, to which he was greeted by Kazuha's silence. "Tell you what. You're just like the rest of us. We want to be rich. How about you ask your girlfriend to bring some more money and we'll give you a share as well?"

Kazuha's face darkened, "I don't know what you've heard, but it must be really valiant of you to assume to worst out of the Crux Fleet and myself. I'd appreciate it if you cease lumping me together with criminals like you."

The Crux Fleet does put up with an infamous reputation amongst the Qixing. Perhaps the abductors concluded that Kazuha has a negative conscience just like them, as in upholding a relationship with you to have a taste of your assets. Still, if he tried to talk his way out of it, barbarians like them will never reach a mutual understanding with him. Kazuha shut his eyes, ignoring any further confrontations to preserve his energy as he contemplates a plan.

He was interrupted when he thought he heard your voice nearby, carried by the wind. The others around him did not hear it since it was just something only Kazuha could pick up. Applying full concentration, he managed to form what he heard, "Get out of my way, please, while I'm asking nicely."

Opening his eyes, he turned to stare at the entrance. As if on cue, the door swung open when you kicked it down, announcing your presence. Some men fainted below your feet.

The others instantly reacted by storming towards your direction to stop your advancement. You stood still in your position, taking a mindful deep breath. One thing you learned from Kazuha is to always remain cold-headed before engaging in a fight.

Kazuha wanted to get out of the restraints to rescue you, but instead, you started dishing out few moves against the men.

When you thought you finished with the remaining numbers, their leader was about to declare his victory, "I got you!" Encircling his arm around your neck in an attempt to strangle you, you huffed and grinned towards Kazuha to signal him you have it under control.

You elbowed his stomach and felt him loosen his grip when he winced. Making enough gap between his arm and your neck, you slipped away and swiftly kicked in between his groins. The color drained from his face and tumbled to the ground, passing out in pain, "Hmph, this is what happens when you touch a lady without her permission." You brushed away the hair from your face after an arduous fight.

Jogging towards your boyfriend, "Kazuha!" He brisked towards you as well and held you in his embrace, softly rubbed your nape, "You're giving me plenty of inspirations for a haiku after such a wonderful performance." Kazuha would appreciate you refraining from such a heedless approach next time. He was comforted to see you safe and knowing the threats were nothing more than to use you, his weakness, against him. After witnessing that, Kazuha will be slightly ashamed he even doubted you in the first place, so he trusts that you can watch out for yourself next time.

#childe x reader #childe genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons

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chroma-ki · 4 years ago

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What Happens When Society Fails Those Who Could Succeed - A Bakugo Katsuki Analysis

I started this a while ago, but I’ve seen others delve into this topic and I wanted to share as well. This delves into to hero society’s affects on Bakugo Katsuki’s upbringing, his worldview, his self-view, and Izuku’s involvement in breaking down the ideas society has drilled into his head.

A lot of people like to ignore the fact that Katsuki is a 14-year-old kid at the start of the series and that much of his life, attitude and disposition of the world have been completely shaped by the adults and society around him.

What do you expect a kid with potential to turn into when they are warped in such a way by a society that dictates that they need to be strong, or nothing at all? What about when your only value is based around a sliding scale of strength and weakness? What happens when that kid’s only source of help comes in the form of a reckless, selfless child who defies all sense of logic and reason (Izuku)?

Growing up, Bakugo was constantly praised for being strong, having a powerful quirk and being generally the smartest person in the room at any given time. He could arguably be considered a prodigy, and much of what he sees and learns feels beneath him -- because it's already on his mind. He is a kid with natural god-given talent that everyone around him immediately recognizes as above average.

Even as a toddler, he was constantly a step ahead of everyone else. Due to this, people developed a lot of high expectations for him at a young age -- and it doesn't help that he has a naturally competitive streak that makes him constantly want to prove himself and live up to these expectations; even surpass them.

Always being at the top of his class and being ahead of the curve mentally fuel the idea in Katsuki's mind that, in the game of life, he is 'winning'. Yet, at the same time, none of it is ever enough. Other's high expectations of him cause him to build extremely high expectations of himself; expectations that border on unrealistic. They also inflate his ego exponentially when this praise gets reaffirmed time and time again.

Certainly, in a situation where you're raised on other people's praise and validation, it is completely understandable that you would put a lot of emotional emphasis on other people's opinions of you. On top of that, he gives off such a natural and convincing air of confidence that people can't help but feel that he is reliable, despite his attitude. People are awed by him, and all of it feeds into the mental image he has constructed of himself, and the world as a whole. It's the whole reason for a lot of how he acts. He builds an image of himself based on the praise of those around him -- and even Izuku also feeds into this mentality by worshipping the literal ground Katsuki walks on as a kid.

This mentality seems to be working fine for him until Izuku's very presence starts to throw a wrench into everything Katsuki has been raised to believe.

Izuku completely defies logic to Katsuki. Izuku does not fit the societal norm and, beyond what others have taught him, Izuku is Katsuki’s only real hint that the world might not be quite what he thinks it is, and that his idea of what it means to be strong may not be a ‘one-size fits all’ defenition.

Izuku is a quirkless kid; weak and generally mild-mannered. He doesn't have any self-confidence and is a big crybaby. Yet, Izuku still believes that he can be strong and become a hero -- when Katsuki has always been told the opposite. Katsuki recognizes that this may be some version of strength he is unaware of, and it raises BIG RED FLAGS in his mind.

Where many of Katsuki's other childhood friends were barely more than acquaintances who he forgot over time, Izuku immediately caught Katsuki's interest and spiked his curiosity. Like everyone else in his life, Izuku praised Katsuki and told him all the things he wanted to hear -- but Izuku was also unique and intelligent. Izuku was the first person who actually seemed like they could stand near Katsuki's level; like they might be actual competition.

Then, Bakugo got his quirk and Izuku is diagnosed as quirkless. The reactions of everyone around him to this news, including Izuku’s own reaction, only go back to telling him what society has told him all along. Strength is everything, and quirks are a part of that desired strength. This is another moment that reaffirms Katsuki's world view. "I won, you lose. I really am the best."

Though Bakugo is super aggressive on the outside, he is a very self-critical character and often means the opposite of whatever he is saying. Especially when it comes to his self-confidence and bravado.

People often complain when watching the series about him telling people to 'die' and "got to hell", or calling other people "extras", and I don't think enough people understand -- that is just how he speaks. Those are things he says out of reflexive anger. None of those words ever have any real meaning.

It's more important to pay more attention to the moments in which he is more reserved/quiet. He suffers from both a superiority complex and inferiority complex, as well as paranoia (much of which revolves around his warped idea of how Deku, and other people he values, perceive him). Much of what he says is just empty words or him trying to project an image of self-confidence.

He wears his pride like a suit of armor to hide all the things he doesn't want to admit about himself. He attempts to make up for his own insecurities by getting angry. And he learned this at home from his mother, who is much the same as him.

From the little that we have seen of his parents throughout the series so far, his parents love him and provide him with everything he could possibly need -- but his mother often insults him and throws harsh truths in his face to counteract his cocky nature. One of the most notable instances of this is when All Might and Aizawa are talking to his parents about moving the kids to the dorms and his mom says "If you hadn't have gotten yourself caught by the villains in the first place, none of this would have happened".

That comment feeds directly into his mental breakdown in front of Izuku where he blames himself for All Might's downfall, flat out saying that "If I hadn't been kidnapped by villains, then it never would have happened".

It gets me every time if you go back to the 8th episode of the series, near the VERY BEGINNING -- right after he's defeated by Deku for the first time in combat training -- and the episode literally starts with him having a full on panic attack.

He's trembling, hands shaking, hyperventilating, the whole deal. And that particular incident was triggered not only by Deku defeating him and standing up to him (which completely contradicts the Izuku that Bakugo has grown up with all his life and feeds into Bakugo's own fear that he is weak), but is also brought on by the fact that he notices how severely Deku allowed himself to be injured JUST TO WIN THE EXCERSIZE. Again, this idea that even the weak can be strong. It also doesn’t help that he cares about Izuku and doesn’t want to see him get hurt.

And I'm sorry -- but below does not look like the face of someone who's pissed off to me. He looks PETRIFIED.

Izuku doesn't just piss Bakugo off -- Izuku TERRIFIES him.

There are actually multiple instances of him reacting like this to Izuku injuring himself throughout the series: sludge villain, sports festival fight against Todoroki and the training camp where Bakugo was kidnapped being the major ones I can think of beyond current managa events. Bakugo may claim to ‘hate’ Deku, but he DOES NOT like to see Deku hurt himself to win, or to save.

Bakugo saw this 'self-sacrificing' trait in Izuku even as a young kid, and it freaked him out. It made him feel weak. It made him question himself and the world around him.

This fear starts with the incident where Bakugo fell off the log as a kid.

It wasn't a life threatening situation, but it was the first situation where Izuku rushed to Bakugo's aid with complete disregard to himself AND when everyone else refused to help.

Bakugo's friends, teachers and parents all held him to such high expectations of intelligence, power and strength -- so of course those would be the values that he grows up idolizing. No one ever really offered him help, because they assumed he didn't need it -- and then Izuku comes rushing in offering it to him, risking his life to do so, and Katsuki's only thought is "Why?! Why do you feel like you have to save me when you can't even protect yourself? Needing to be saved means that I'm weak! Do you think that I'm weak?" I have recently watched another show that had a similar scenario and that character explained what I believe Katsuki felt in this situation BEAUTIFULLY. ------ “It felt like [he] was trying to say I was weak or something. [He] was intruding on feelings [he] didn’t have any right to – and I hated it. Then that got me thinking about everyone else in my life. They never treated me like I was a weakling; someone who needed his hand held. They had faith that I would continue to grow and they let me do it; helping me without ever making me feel weak.”

Izuku continues to do this again and again throughout the series when it comes to Bakugo: the slime villain incident, the training camp, etc -- all without fully comprehending how his actions affect Bakugo. Each time this happens, Bakugo feels weak and utterly helpless to save himself OR to stop Izuku. It's all his worst fears realized.

It's like living his worst nightmare over and over without end in sight.

Going back to the concept of him being offered 'help', very few people have offered him this throughout his life -- and they all saw it as something he never really needed. It's like Katsuki's personality and mental state is a huge sign screaming 'I DON'T UNDERSTAND! NOTHING MAKES SENSE! IT MAKES ME MAD AND UPSET! SOMEONE, HELP ME.' and everyone just ignores it.

--- During the log incident - all his friends say 'Oh well, he's fine. He'll pick himself back up.' and Izuku is the only one who offers to help.

--- The sludge villain incident - all the pro heroes say "We can't help right now! You'll just have to hold on, kid!" and again Izuku is the only one who offers help.

--- After his and Deku’s first fight at Ground Beta, which utterly breaks him, all the other students just let him leave alone and only Izuku rushes to help. All Might sees him upset and crying after this and says, “Oh, I guess he’s already over it” -- when that obviously wasn’t the case.

--- And then -- to top it all off -- after he was kidnapped by the LOV and held captive for 3 days without help he wasn't even given time to process! He was taken away by police, ridiculed by his mother, forced to go back to school where his teachers acted like nothing happened, jumped into the provisional hero licensing exam with all those helpless feelings rolling around inside of him and on top of it found out that Izuku received All Might's power -- a power that he had spent his whole life putting on a pedestal. And he goes to Izuku for help.

The fact that everyone just brushed him off like he was someone who didn't need help is just disgusting. The only instance where an adult in his life acknowledged that he needed it was AFTER he already had a full on mental breakdown in front of Izuku, blaming himself for everything that had gone wrong and thinking that he had somehow been living his life wrong all this time. Only then did All Might and Aizawa think, ‘Yeah, maybe we failed this kid.’

Keep in mind during all of this that he is 15-16-years-old! He's trying to figure out how to deal with this shit all on his own, with the only person he feels comfortable opening up to being Izuku - someone who he has so much trouble understanding.

At the heart of Katsuki is a place of fear. Fear of being weak, fear of being helpless, fear of failure, fear of losing his friends, fear of himself, most certainly fear of Izuku -- and fear FOR IZUKU. He is a boy who lives in a constant state of panic, worry and paranoia. He is lonely and beats down on himself a lot.

The series deals a lot with how hero society has completely failed it's future generations, but Katsuki is a case where they should have succeeded -- yet ultimately they failed him too. He has all the makings of what could be one of the greatest heroes of all time, yet those around him only focused on the parts of him that could make him great and chose to ignore all the parts that would ruin him from the inside out.

They put him high up on a pedestal only to knock him down and refuse to help him back up. They made him feel like even asking for help was something that made him 'lesser', and it caused him to see other people that way too.

Izuku is the heart of Katsuki's growth, because in every way that Izuku succeeds, Katsuki fails.

I would actually argue that out of anyone in the series since coming to UA, Katsuki has experienced the highest amount of personal failure. He has been knocked down time and time again but ultimately wants to pick himself back up to prove that he deserves to be there. He fights for his friends and tries his best at everything he does. He doesn't always get it right, and he says things that might offend others, but other than Izuku, he's the most driven person there and would utterly destroy himself to reach his goals.

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #mha #my hero academia #meta analysis #kacchan #deku #bakudeku #katsudeku #bkdk

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cecesunshine · 3 years ago

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hello! can i get a scenario with tadashi with prompt 33 "you don't know how much you mean to me"? thank you <3

Hello! Sorry for taking so long! A lot of things happened in the last month so I decided to prioritize my mental health and take care of myself. Anyway, I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

Easy | TADASHI NAKANO

Summary → A lot of things are hard with Tadashi Nakano, except one. Loving him.

Pairing → Tadashi Nakano x Scholar

Warnings → Swearing

Word Count → 1057

Prompts used → 33. You don’t know how much you mean to me.

A/N → English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn’t make sense!

When Scholar first met Tadashi, they quickly realized how complicated he was and immediately understood why he was the way he was. Tadashi was the student body president, had the highest GPA in the school, he was Lady Arlington’s right arm, and was also the heir of Nakano Corp, so he was always being pressured.

That pressure came either from his parents or he would involuntarily put himself under. He had to be the best.

After breaking his shell and making their way into his heart, Scholar witnessed how vulnerable and intense Tadashi could be. Nothing with him was easy. It seemed like if things were easy for him, that he was somehow neglecting his duties or as he liked to call it “being lazy”.

Scholar had already picked up some of his habits. He would set unrealistic goals for the day and then be frustrated that he wasn’t able to do everything and he would over plan things that didn’t need planning at all. Tadashi needed things to be under his control, all the time.

It was math class, and Scholar noticed that Tadashi’s seat was empty which immediately worried them. Scholar reached for their phone, sending a message to Tadashi asking if he was okay and he quickly responded to their partner’s text.

“I’m tired. Decided to ditch class today to get some extra sleep. I’ll ask Karolina for her notes later.”

“Scholar, is there something you want to show the rest of the class?” Ms. Rodriguez called her student, making them embarrassed.

Scholar lowered their head, not wanting to draw more attention. For the rest of the class, the only thing they could think about was Tadashi. Even when he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Tadashi never skipped class, which meant that something really bad happened.

As soon as the bell rang, Scholar grabbed their things and left the classroom as fast as they could. Making their way to the crowd of students that were roaming through the hallways, they finally left the building, going in direction of the dormitories.

Already in the dormitories, Scholar knocked on Tadashi and Alistair’s room, waiting for an answer. Nothing. They leaned against the door and put their ear on it, in an attempt to hear if there was noise coming from the other side. Still nothing.

Scholar looked both ways to see if someone was in the hallway and sneakily entered the room without permission. Lucky for them, the door was unlocked.

The only thing lighting that room was the light that peaked through the blinds. Scholar walked to the window, opening the blinds a little so they could get a better view of the room. With a now brighter room, Scholar saw Tadashi lying in bed along with multiple books and papers that he was probably working on.

“Poor thing, how long has it been since you were able to sleep for more than 4 hours?" Scholar muttered, as they started to grab the stuff in their partner’s bed and putting them in his desk.

“Scholar?” Tadashi whispered as he rubbed his eyes and tried to get up.

“Don’t mind me baby, rest. You need it.” Scholar said, stopping their boyfriend from leaving the bed.

“At least lay with me, please.” He begged, making puppy eyes. How could Scholar say no to him?

Taking off their shoes, Scholar lay with him. Being the big spoon, Tadashi grabbed their lover’s waist, keeping them closer to them. It felt peaceful, he liked it.

“Dashi.” Scholar said, turning face to face with their boyfriend. “We need to talk.”

“Of course love, whatever you want.” He replied, now caressing Scholar’s face.

“I want to know what’s bothering you. You skipped class, you never do that.”

“Nothing’s bothering me, I was just tired, I told you.”

“Tadashi, I’ve seen you drink 6 cups of coffee before class because you spent the night awake writing an essay. Something’s bothering you.”

Tadashi liked how smart their partner was, how they knew him and all of his little quirks. Having such a dedicated partner meant that he couldn’t lie to them, they wouldn’t fall for it. He sighed, deciding to be direct with them.

“Ok. There’s this thing that’s been bothering me for the last two weeks.” He confessed, closing his eyes, trying to avoid looking Scholar in the eyes.

“Two weeks? Tadashi, why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped!”

“I know, but you already have so much going on and I didn’t want to bother you with my problems.” Tadashi looked at them.”And it’s not like you can help.”

“Tadashi, what happened?” Scholar asked anxiously, hoping this suspense would end soon.

“My father called me and we had a big fight. He said that if I keep making mistakes and being lazy that I would never be able to be the CEO of Nakano Corp. I know my father is an idiot but I know he’s right.” Tadashi got up of the bed, walking to his mirror. “God, I look like shit.”

“You look perfect as always.” Scholar followed their boyfriend, hugging him from behind. “And your father’s wrong, there is no capable of being the head of the company than you.”

“I’m just...scared.” Tadashi whispered, as it was the most obscene thing he had ever said.

“Scared of what?”

“Scared that even if I try my hardest I still won’t be good enough.” He revealed, glancing at his partner. “Good enough for my parents, for you, for everybody.”

“Oh Tadashi. You are so much more than enough. “ Scholar reached from his hand, grabbing it softly.

“I hope you’re right, I hope you’re right.” He got close to them and whispered again, now smiling. “I just want to be the best for you. You deserve the best.”

“You are the best I could ever want, Tadashi.” Scholar got close to him, kissing him gently.

“You don't know how much you mean to me.” Tadashi said. “You see, when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen.”

Scholar felt their cheeks get warm and when they saw that their boyfriend was ready to tease them for blushing, they grabbed his face and pressed their lips to his, kissing him again.

Nothing was easy with Tadashi.

Except loving him.

Loving him was easy.

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kittenyoung · 4 years ago

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Angel wings. - Mingi smut

Request: Can I get something with Demon!Mingi if it doesn’t bothers you 😳

Warnings: Rough sex, degrading, sir kink, corruption, extremely unrealistic and purely fiction.

It was midday on Halloween when you told Mingi you would start getting ready for the party you were attending tonight.

You had excitedly bought an angel costume to fit well with the demon that you got lucky to call your boyfriend.

Not many people knew of the little secret that you had hidden, besides some close friends who accidentally caught Mingi at the time of year where the crimson of his eyes shines brighter, the points of his teeth stand more at a point, his nails having little claws and the little growing horns sitting underneath his hair start to show.

How you met Mingi was a long story, you accidentally summoned him, you fucked for hours straight and he was so weak for you that he left his world to stay by your side... maybe you’ll tell the world another time.

You made sure your outfit was perfect before you could finally show Mingi. You looked like you had fallen straight from heaven.

You gave one last twirl in front of the mirror before skipping down to Mingi.

He was fetching himself a snack when you stopped in front of the kitchen door. You had hid your costume from him until this very moment, you didn’t know what to do or what to expect from him.

“Mingi! Isn’t it cute?”

Mingi was staring at you with eyes wide. You could see the crimson flashing through his eyes, assuming it was Halloween and he decided to go as himself this year.

“What is that?” he choked out.

“It’s my costume! What do you think?”

He got close to you and reached his hands out. Touching the soft wings that adorned your back.

A gasp fell from his mouth when he finally noticed the tiny little halo that sat above your head. How did he not notice that before? It was gold and had a soft glow to it. He loved it.

He stood back and admired the costume that you had chosen this year. He wanted to question you, but he knew why you made the decision to buy it. It was him.

“What do you think?”

“I think....”

He stepped closer and leaned down to your ear,

“we shouldn’t go to this party.”

He bit down on your ear softly and pulled away.

“Mingi! We’re going! We said we would go.”

You barely got the sentence out before he grabbed you by the wrist and stormed out of the kitchen, pulling you to the bedroom with him.

He pushed you into the bed before hovering over you and placing needy kisses all over your neck.

“Since you’re adamant and I don’t want to disappoint my little angel, we’re going to have some fun first.”

He hopped off your body and made his way to the end of the bed, pulling your body to the edge, only your torso resting on the bed now.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders and brought his face closer to your warm heat.

Taking in the sight of the white lace that you had thankfully decided to wear underneath your costume.

Something inside of him was ready to snap but he held it back. He had to.

He placed a soft kiss upon the lace, kissing all the way to your thighs, giving small nibbles every now and then, he spent minutes teasing you with the light kisses he was planting upon your body.

Finally deciding he had enough of it, he pulled your underwear to the side.

You were dripping wet and his mouth watered at the sight of it. He was going to go insane.

He wasted no time before darting his tongue out to clean up the small droplets that were about to spill on the floor. He didn’t want to miss a single drop of you.

His tongue pushed inside of you, coating his muscle with your fluids, he moaned as he was savouring the taste. He was obsessed with you and how you tasted.

In his entire lifetime of being a demon he had never come across something or someone that tasted so divine, he wanted to stay between your legs for the rest of his life.

His mouth closed in on your clit and he sucked lightly as he brought a finger to your pussy and slid inside.

His eyes rolling back as he felt how tight and warm you were inside, his mind was crashing with the thought of how good you’re going to feel on his cock.

He needed to be inside you now.

He pulled away harshly, shoving your legs off his shoulders and hoisting you up.

He flipped you around so your chest was pressed against the bed, your stomach was barely touching the sheets as he had kept you up with his hands on your waist. He was keeping your ass up in the air.

He admired how you looked. On display just for him.

“Please fuck me sir.”

You had whimpered and accidentally let the words fall from your mouth thinking he wouldn’t fully hear you.

He did. Oh he did.

That was all it took for him to snap.

It happened so suddenly. One second you had your tall adorable human Mingi, the next second you had the demon you once knew from all those years ago.

The crimson of his eyes was glowing bright, his teeth were now standing at the perfect point, claws fully grown out.. and your favourite part.. the tiny horns were now poking out from underneath his hair, now fully on display.

Within seconds he had removed his pants and boxers, both sitting at his knees, he had no time to get up and fully take them off when you were right there waiting for him.

He tore the pretty white lace that you wore, revealing your bare pussy to him.

“You look so innocent like this.”

He ran his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing your clit.

“I wanted to fucking ruin you.”

He swore before pushing his cock inside, stopping when he was snug inside.

“Who did you wear this for?”

“It was for you sir.”

He smirked as he started to rock in and out of you. Pulling out little whimpers from your mouth.

“Sir. Please fuck me harder.”

The moment he had been waiting for.

He gripped your hips tightly, his claws digging into the flesh, as he picked up the speed.

The wings on your back were shaking with each thrust and it was an image he would never erase from his head. His pretty little angel allowing him to destroy all of her innocence.

He traced the wings and moaned lightly when the softness touched his fingertips.

They were soft and pure, yet the scenario was dirty and unholy like him.

He reached forward and grabbed onto your hair, pulling back just far enough for him to see the halo still shining above your head.

His thrusts got harsher. He got deeper.

He growled as you clenched around him, the crimson in his eyes glowing as curses fall from his lips.

You could feel your orgasm coming.

Mingi in his demon form was something that turned you on so much that it was beyond belief. Even just a flash of his crimson eyes reminds you of all those times he fucked you so hard you could barely stand. He didn’t care about using his demon strength on a tiny little human like you.

“Sir. I’m gonna cum!”

He brought his hand down to press his fingers against your clit, rubbing fast circles on you and drawing your orgasm closer.

He pulled your chest upwards to connect it with his own body, his chest against your back, he ran his fangs along your neck.

Clench.

He found your most sensitive spot, he knew it well and he used it to his advantage.

His fangs pierced into the skin, small amount of pain washed over you before turning into pleasure.

Your orgasm washed over you as his fangs were still in your neck and he was running his tongue along the area of your skin in his mouth.

You were clenching around him so tightly and shaking so much he wrapped his arm around your body to hold you still. Now sitting up with his cock inside you.

He pulled his teeth away from you, making sure he cleaned up any mess on your neck. Now the focus was on him and him only.

He picked up his pace as you were coming down from your high, brewing up another orgasm from you.

“Please cum inside me sir. I’ll take everything you give to me.”

He gave a couple more harsh thrusts before he spilled inside of you. Cock twitching inside of you while he fully emptied himself out.

It took around a solid minute before he was completely emptied and satisfied.

You both sat pressed against each other. You were panting heavily while he kissed your neck and ran his fingers along the area of your back that held the pretty wings.

He was back to his human form now, cuddling into you from behind.

“You look so pretty in this outfit. You should wear it again.”

The party was long forgotten that night.

#ateez smut #ateez au #ateez reaction #mingi smut #ateez scenarios #mingi

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vivianweasley · 4 years ago

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Love, George (George Weasley X Reader)

Prompt: This is for @weasleysflowr‘s 300 writing challenge! “Can I tell you a secret” and “just shut up and kiss me”.

Summary: You have always loved Michael Corner but now he’s getting married and you are the bridesmaid. As cliche as it sounds, you just wanted someone to save you from this mess. Fake dating.

Pairing: George Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst with Michael, alcohol use, mention of underage drinking

Word count: 2K

A/N: Did I just write another unrequited love bridesmaid story? Yes, but this idea is stuck in my mind for a long time. The inspiration is from the first scene of the movie Love, Rosie! GIF is from the movie too and credit goes to whoever owns it. Anyways, hope you guys would like it:)

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!

You were sitting at Michael Corner’s wedding and your brain was a foggy mess, but you were next to give a toast. The logical side of you told you to look at your notes one last time, but the emotional side of you just wanted to hide in a hole in the ground and pretend like you never existed.

Michael was your best friend. You’ve known each other since the first year at Hogwarts. And like all cliches, you were the person who has always secretly loved their best friend.

You thought maybe one day he would finally realize that the person meant for him was right beside him. But now he’s getting married and you, his best friend, became the bridesmaid.

Why were you the bridesmaid? Didn’t the bride have any friends? But you knew, you could complain and make fun of the bride all you want and in the end, she still has everything you’ve ever wanted.

It was your turn to give a toast now. You stood up and cleared your throat, “I’ve known Michael since the first year at Hogwarts. It feels like it was only yesterday that Michael got stuck on the moving stairs and almost missed the first class. Oh, or when the Weasley twins dumped blue paint on him during fourth year. Can’t believe that he’s getting married today. Merlin, I sound like his mum.”

The guests laughed and the Weasley twins cheered at the mention of their prank. You laughed along and continued, “And I should probably say something nice about Michael too. Michael Corner was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person I’ve ever known.”

The guests cheered again in agreement and you waited for the waves of cheering to die out, “I just wanted to say that the bride is really lucky. And I wish you guys all the best with all my heart. Congratulations Michael, and I will always love you...” you looked at his eyes one last time, those ocean eyes, “cause we’re best friends.”

The crowd was clapping and cheering, but you couldn’t hear anything. You just sat there, staring blankly at the crowd. This was the end, was it? Before the wedding began, you fantasized about so many scenarios. Like in a soup opera where you would run up there and object. Or like in a romantic comedy where he finally realized that you were the one he has always loved.

But nothing crazy happened in the reality and to be honest, you were glad.

“Y/N, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m always here.” Cho was there with you in the restroom. She knew about your crush on Michael and was always there to support you when you prepared for the wedding.

“No, I’m not going to cry.” You sighed, “But I really do hope that maybe, I could suddenly have a tall and handsome boyfriend, and then I could walk out of the wedding feeling less defeated.”

When you two were leaving the restroom, you bumped into a tall man. You looked up and recognized that it was George Weasley.

You became friends with the Weasley twins right after they dumped blue paint on Michael. You guys would hangout together sometimes and you joined Dumbledore’s Army with them, so you could tell the twins apart. But after they left Hogwarts, you guys barely contacted each other and would probably only see each other at Hogwarts reunion dinners or some old classmates’ weddings.

“George?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I believe I heard you said that you need a tall and handsome boyfriend?”

You were embarrassed that he heard your silly talk, but you still managed to reply calmly, “Yea, are you gonna introduce me to someone?”

“That someone is standing right in front of you! See, I’m tall,” he raised his hand to emphasize his height, “and I’m handsome!” He winked at you.

“George, I was only joking...”

“Yea, joking. Someone told me I’m quite good at that.” He grinned at you, “I can pretend to be your tall and handsome boyfriend and make Corner jealous!”

You laughed at his remarks, but the reality slapped you in your face. You lowered your head, feeling defeated again, “But he won’t...”

“Well, at least you could still use some fun now. Consider this as a light-hearted prank! ” He cupped your face and lifted your head.

At this moment, you felt like the playful and happy you came back. You turned back to look at Cho. She nodded at you, reassuring you that this idea was not completely dumb, so you finally held out your hand, “Well then, shall we, darling?”

He chuckled and held your hand, “Let’s go, darling!”

Your plan went well. Not long after you left the restrooms, you and George ran into Michael. He looked surprised seeing you holding hands with George, “Y/N, you two?”

Before you could say anything, George answered the question for you, “Y/N is my girlfriend!”

Michael was looking at you now and you couldn’t quite understand his expression. Putting aside all of your unrealistic daydreams and wishful thinking, he was probably just surprised.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Erm....I was busy preparing for your wedding and I just kinda forgot.” Your left hand was tugging nervously on the hem of your dress now, but you were still impressed that you could lie so smoothly even under this kind of situation.

“Yeah Corner, my girlfriend was so busy preparing for your wedding, she didn’t even have enough time for me! You should really thank her mate,” George added.

Now Michael was looking sorry as he said, “I didn’t know...Thank you, Y/N.”

To you, this “Thank you” sounded like the closure for your unrequited love that lasted for years. “It’s alright,” you replied softly.

“I need to go get a drink. Congratulations mate!” George pulled you away before you started to zone out.

After returning to your table, George just sat on the empty seat next to you. The owner of this seat, Terry was probably already drinking the night away somewhere. You glanced around. Everyone looked so happy, making you a misfit.

George noticed you were zoning out again, “I’m guessing that you don’t want to stay here anymore. How about we sneak out right now?”

You nodded. Yes please.

He held your hand. You thought he was going to apparate you into somewhere else, but he just held your hand and ran out of the wedding. Just like a muggle movie.

Surrounding the wedding venue was a grassland and some small hills. You and George finally stopped running at the highest hill and something came over you. The presence of George just made you comfortable doing crazy silly things that you usually didn’t have the courage to do. You took off your high heels, “I always wanted to try this.” And without hesitating, you rolled off the hill.

George was probably shocked by your sudden action. But he wasn’t shocked for long, because you soon felt someone rolling off the hill, too.

You didn’t even have the time to stand up or move away as George just landed on you. You looked at each other and started laughing. You were both in formal clothings, but you were also both covered in dirt and grass. This was probably the first time in weeks that you were laughing wholeheartedly, not like back at the wedding, when you could only call what you were doing a mere action of pulling the corners of your lips upwards.

“Aren’t you full of surprises.” George laughed as he gently pushed away the hair and grass on your face.

You were speechless for a moment. You were lying on the grass and George was still on top of you. You stared into his deep brown eyes with the breathtaking starry night sky as the background, and memories from fourth year started to come back.

At that time, the Weasley twins were very popular. Well, they were always popular, but you only got to know them during your fourth year. That year and fifth year were the only two years that Michael wasn’t really occupying your mind.

They were older, Gryffindor beaters, and legendary pranksters. It was impossible for you to not notice them. Especially George. He kept appearing in front of you, asking you if their new pranks ideas could work. You didn’t know when did this happened exactly, but he did eventually claim a place in your heart.

Maybe you were a little bit drunk. Maybe it was because the stars were mesmerizing tonight, but you confessed, “Actually, I have more surprises for you. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Oh yea? What is it?”

“It was a long time ago and it’s quite funny actually, but I had a crush on you back at school.” You were blushing, but you hoped that he couldn’t see it.

“Let me guess, was it the year of the Triwizard Tournament?”

You sat up as you were shocked and he sat up with you. “How did you know?”

He chuckled, “You probably don’t remember much about this, but do you remember the night of the Yule Ball? You were so drunk, but you couldn’t find your friends?”

The memories you thought were long gone began to resurface. Your friend group went to the Yule Ball together that year and Michael was also part of it. You still remembered you telling yourself that technically you could still say that you went to the dance with Michael.

That night, someone sneaked a bottle of firewhisky into the dance and you ended up getting drunk. Your friends were probably wasted too since when you finally regained a tiny sense of conscious, they all disappeared. You searched the hallways, with your arms leaning against the walls, trying to find some support. You called their names, but no one answered.

You remembered now. The last person you could remember from that night was George Weasley.

The loss of memory was making you anxious. You started to pull your hair nervously when you asked, “Merlin, what did I do that night??”

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, “Not much. You told me that you fancy me and you kissed me.”

Your brain went blank. You did what??

He continued, ignoring how you were losing it right now, “Earlier tonight, I heard you say that Michael was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person you’ve ever met? If I remembered correctly, you told me the exact same thing that night. Do you say that to everyone? I’m hurt. Thought my feelings were reciprocated that time. Turns out to be a lie...”

He was still ranting, but you only managed to hear one thing he said. He thought his feelings were reciprocated? Did that mean at that time, he fancied you too? To be honest, if Fred and George didn’t leave Hogwarts that early, maybe the person that you loved for years wouldn’t be Michael anymore. Suddenly, you felt like you just wasted all of these years and all of the heartbreaks.

“So...do you still have feelings for me now?” You felt stupid immediately after your words left your mouth. That was years ago and you were asking about it now?

“Why did you think I wanted to be your fake boyfriend today?”

It was sudden and you still wasn’t sure what you were thinking, but you just kissed him, smashing your lips together.

He was shocked for sure, but soon a smirk appeared on his lips, “What’s with you and all these sudden kisses, Y/L/N?” He then pulled you in and kissed you back. This time properly and with more passion, as if you were both trying to make up for all those lost years.

“So did I actually become your ‘tall and handsome boyfriend’?”

“Maybe, if you could just shut up and kiss me.”

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years ago

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Ghostin

Seungkwan: Chapter 2 (A Little Bit Of Your Heart)

Characters: Seungkwan x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst (a shit ton of sadness honestly), semi-unrequited love, death mentions, implied genocide, runaway mates, family fighting, violence. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Hi Friends! I recommend listening to Just A Little Bit of Your Heart by Ariana Grande. I think it sets a good mood to this chapter. Well not good mood, but it helps give you an idea of how I want you to feel towards the end f it.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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Chapter 2: A Little Bit Of Your Heart

Over the next week, you continued to have nightmares about your past mate. Sometimes it was the memory of his dying, other times it was a completely unrealistic portrayal of terror with him leading the charge. Each time Seungkwan would dutifully come to your aide and hold your through your ordeal, kissing your head and rocking you back and forth like a baby. Sometimes, you’d lay your palm on him somewhere on his body and you’d suck him right into the dream you were having.

He couldn’t lie, seeing you so upset over another man was destroying him, but he loved you. He knew you’d eventually get over it, or at very least not be so upset over it. That’s what he kept telling himself anyway. But every dream he was thrown into with you made that thought dwindle more and more. He could see how much you loved your past mate still. Everytime you smiled at the other wolf, it broke something in him. Everytime you threw yourself into his arms and begged him to never let you go, he’d wake up the next morning, dart out the door and run into the nearby woods and cry until his throat bled.

He wasn’t like his brothers and how they were with their mates issues, he couldn’t keep up his brave face for long. He couldn’t help but let your past bother him. No matter how much he tried, it always affected him. He was just too emotional a person to have your situation not hurt him. He wanted your attention and love solely for himself. It was just his instincts.

He was never good at controlling them to begin with, but when you came around, what little self control he had went out the window. He couldn’t help but be jealous and angry. He couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down his face every night when he was holding you, hushing you back to sleep. He knew your heartache wasn’t for him. It was killing him. But he would NEVER let you know that. It wasn’t your fault this was happening anymore than it was his. He just wished you would see him rather than want your old partner.

His brothers were all very concerned for him. He was having trouble eating, sleeping, and just being his general happy little self. It was like he was a hollowed out shell. They wanted him happy, but they knew confronting him on it would just upset you, which would in turn, further hurt him. They knew it wasn’t really something you could control, they just wished that you two could get to your happily ever after already. You had started to notice how much of a toll you had taken on him too…

You woke up that morning in Seungkwan’s arms, a ritual to which you had become accustomed to. You felt safe with him, which you knew was probably only because of the mate pull, but you decided that you liked his naturally protective nature regardless. You had began to really enjoy being around him. He did everything he could to make you happy. He always made you laugh. He never let you say an unkind word about yourself. You had started to developed some very strong feelings for him. He was still out cold, he must’ve been exhausted trying to keep up with your horrible sleeping habits.

You nuzzled your nose into his bare chest and whimpered out, signaling to him that you wanted him to wake up. Of course, it worked and within seconds his precious eyes had shot open to check on you. The whites in them were dulled and their usual sparkle had lost their shine. You felt bad that you had done this to him, he looked so worn out that you couldn’t help but let another whine escape your lips. His hair was greasy and unkept, his skin was pale and the bags under his eyes had become prominent, even his voice had started to lose it’s cheery edge that you loved so much. You did this to him. And you absolutely hated yourself for it.

“What’s wrong baby? Is everything alright?” He quickly stated as he shook his head to wake himself up. Despite his tiredness, you were still the only thing he cared about.

“Y- Yeah, I’m okay. I just feel bad s’all” you mumbled against his hand that had found itself on your cheek as he looked at you with a great worry on his face.

“Why do you feel bad baby?” He questioned, bringing your face to his and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“That you’re suffering cause of me. I’m sorry” you spoke to him with watery eyes. Shit.

“I’m not suffering baby” Liar. He lied to you as he hushed you, laying his forehead against yours as he started to rub your temples softly., “I’m just a little tired is all.” Well, that one at least wasn’t a complete lie.

“Because I won’t let you sleep.” You finally sobbed out and threw your head in your hands.

“I’m sorry. I keep trying to stop. I- I keep trying to take him off my mind, it just- it just doesn’t work. I don’t now what to do! I’m so fucking sorry!” You wailed before he pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth like he had the previous night.

“Shhhh… It’s alright baby. I’m alright. You don’t need to worry about me alright. It’s my job to worry about and help you. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.” He tried to assure you, failing miserably.

“I’m supposed to care for you too. And I haven’t been. I’m sorry” you let the tears freely fall before Seungkwan used his thumbs to sweetly wipe them away and forced you to look up at him.

“Baby, look at me, I’m okay. I’m just a little tired. But I’ll be alright. It won’t be like this forever, just a little while longer, okay? You don’t need to waste your pretty little tears on me. I’m a big strong wolf. I can handle myself.” He said a little too confidently, causing you to let out a chuckle at his joke.

“See, there’s my girl. Now hurry up. Breakfast is gonna be ready any minute and if we’re not down there, we won’t be getting any.” He kissed your nose and jumped to his feet, grabbing one of his shirts on the floor in the process. He took your hand and pulled you up out of bed, making his way to his bedroom door and down the stairs to the kitchen.

The scene in front of you after you reached the bottom of the staircase caused a grin to appear on your lips. All the boys had gathered around the kitchen table and were conversing loudly with each other. You had missed being with a big family, it was nice that now, thanks to Seungkwan, you had one again.

“Morning guys!” Seungkwan chirped as he sat in an empty chair, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you to sit on his lap, making you blush slightly as you weren’t yet used to that type of PDA yet.

“Morning kids!” Mingyu chuckled aloud towards you both as he put Chan in a headlock, fighting for the last piece of bacon on the porcelain plate in front of them.

“How’d you sleep last night Seungkwan?”Jihoon questioned bluntly, his gaze going straight to Seungkwan, completely ignoring your existence.

It wasn’t unusual for him to do that, he was one of the wolves who were closest to your mate. And though he wanted his brother to be happy, he didn’t like the fact that you were still hung up on your old mate. So he gave you a bit of the cold shoulder whenever he could. You didn’t really mind. You understood his anger and thought he had every right to dislike you. The other boys didn’t like seeing their brother so torn up, but they didn’t blame you for it. Just Jihoon.

“We slept just fine, thanks!” Seungkwan put on a fake mile to answer the older wolf’s question, knowing full well that he meant to disclude you. He didn’t like Jihoon’s attitude toward you and he did whatever he could to show him that he wanted him to stop.

“I didn’t ask about BOTH of you, I asked about YOU. How did YOU sleep? Did she force you to stay up again?” Jihoon sneered out while scowling at you.

“Hyung, knock it off. She didn’t ‘force’ me to do anything. You know that. I stayed up because I WANTED to.” Seungkwan shot back, his grip on your waist tightening as he felt your heart beat speed up anxiously.

“Right.” Jihoon added, “because you just LOVE not sleeping for days on end.” He rolled his eyes before huffing, setting his eating utensil down with a loud clank sound.

“Would you back off already!” Seungkwan jolted up, setting you in his place on his chair before leaning over the table to get in the older boy’s face.

“She can’t help her nightmares! But you can help being an asshole!” He growls out, nostrils flaring and eyes turning red with anger.

Jihoon stood up from his chair, pushing it back with a loud screech before slamming his hands down onto the wood table. The noisy bang when he hit the table was enough to jolt you up from your chair.

“I’ll stop being an asshole when she stops playing with your feelings! All you want is Just A Little Bit Of Her Heart and she won’t give you anything more than exhaustion and heartbreak!” He yells out, chest puffing up and down with rage.

The other boys in the house had quickly gathered their mates and had taken them to their respective rooms, fearing for their safety in the event of a fight. All that remained in the kitchen with you three were the mateless Minghao, the nosey Soonyoung, and the Alpha Joshua.

You stood there in complete shock, not really knowing what to do. If you spoke up, you’d only make Jihoon’s anger toward you worse. But if you didn’t, your mate might attack him. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you looked between the two arguing wolves. Seungkwan sensed your emotions through his anger and turned his eyes to you for a moment. He could see how much his brother’s words were affecting you, so he decided to get you out of there before things got worse.

“Joshua Hyung, can you please take (Y/N) back up to my room? She doesn’t need to deal with his bitchy attitude anymore than she has to!” Seungkwan snarled Jihoon’s way as he pleaded with the only Alpha available to get you out of the current situation.

You weren’t as helpless as the other mates, you were a wolf too, after all. You weren’t even scared of Jihoon, he was only a few inches taller than you in your human forms. In your wolf forms, you’d even be the bigger one out of the two of you. But everyone in the pack knew you didn’t like to fight. You’d rather get beaten bloody than potentially harm someone else with your strength, even if they had started it, you’d never continue it.

But Seungkwan was worried for you. Jihoon had, on occasion, started and finished some pretty gnarly fights. He didn’t want him to try and lunge at you. And he definitely didn’t want his brother to end up hurting you. He would protect you if he needed to, but he’d rather you be taken away from the situation to prevent it as much as possible.

Joshua nodded at your mate before he took your wrist in his hand and began to head towards the stairs to bring you back to your room. It was his job as Alpha to try and keep the peace, but his most urgent job right now was to make sure you, a mate, didn’t get hurt.

“Why would you try to send her away?? She needs to hear this! She should know what she puts you through everyday! She should know she’s killing you and that we’re all pissed at her for it!” Jihoon growls toward you, causing your mate’s fangs to slightly elongate at the older wolf as he did his best to keep his inner wolf from showing.

“Don’t you dare talk to her that way.” Seungkwan coldly said, moving to stand in front of your fleeting figure, blocking you from the older wolf’s view.

“My God! She could at least TRY to hide her pathetic little feelings for a dead guy when you’re around! But she doesn’t! Because she doesn’t love you like she loved him. Wake up Boo! She never has and she never will!” Jihoon jabs his pointer finger into your mate’s chest.

“Why can’t you fucking see through her stupid shit? She’s not worth you destroying yourself!” Jihoon screamed at his younger brother while staring up at the younger wolf, practically drilling holes into his eyes with the amount of fury he was exhausting.

Joshua had tried to pull you upstairs again once the two wolves had gotten closer to each other. The other boys in the room moving into position to prevent the arguing wolves from hurting each other, a sure fire sign that something was going to happen. But you managed to wiggle your arm from his grip. You jetted your way back to the center of the kitchen before you spoke up.

“He’s right Seungkwan, I’m not worth this! You shouldn’t have to destroy yourself for me. I’ll leave!” You jump in, causing all the boys to stop their snarling at each other and turn to you in shock. What?

“W- What did you just say?” Seungkwan whispered, barely audible.

He tried to step toward you with his hand going out to try and reach your arm, causing you to jerk your should backwards. The sadness on his face was enough to make you want to fall to your knees and cry, but you had to remain strong for this. You caused enough damage to their pack. You wanted the boys to all get along again, you wanted things to go back to normal for them, but most of all, you wanted Seungkwan to stop tearing himself apart because of you.

“I said I’ll leave. This isn’t fair to your pack, and it’s sure as shit not fair to you. I’m killing you, and you don’t deserve this.” You say weakly, trying your best to hold back your imminent tears.

“But- But you’re my mate… You- You can’t just leave me… I- I can die if if you go.” Seungkwan sobbed, streams of hot liquid cascading down his cheeks.

You stepped in front of him, quickly cupping his face with your small hand and smiling defeatedly.

“No. You won’t Seungkwan. You have a family who love you enough to tell you the harsh truth, they won’t let you die on them. They love you more than you could ever imagine, Trust me on that. I know you’ll be okay because you’d never leave them when they need you as much as they do. You’ll be okay. I need to leave so you can be happy again.” You speak with shimmering eyes, tears forming at your water lines at the thought of losing him.

Last time you lost a mate, you wanted to die. Hell, you tried to die, more times than you can count. But the thought of losing Seungkwan felt like you already were dead. Your heart felt like it had disappeared from your chest and the air had evaporated from your lungs. Every morsel of your soul ached. But you had to do this, you had to do this for him. He deserved better.

Seungkwan stood there quietly crying his eyes out as you held his fragile face. The boys frozen around him were but a distant memory as he looked into your eyes and tried to find something to say, anything to say, to try and make you stay with him. But all he could do was take the hand you had against his cheek in his and snuggle into it, trying his best to memorize the sensation with everything he had in him.

“Please…” He mustered out, looking at every inch of your beautiful face as if it were the last time he would ever see it. For all he knew, it was.

You moved onto your tippy toes and gave his lips a loving peck before moving yourself back down, a tear dropping down the side of your face in the process.

“Jihoon was wrong on something you know. I do love you Seungkwan, more than I’ll ever love anything in this world.” You let out a small laugh as he shook his head in disbelief, not wanting you to go.

You dropped your hand to his face and let it hit your side right as you made your way for the front door. You reached for the doorknob and turned, pulling it open before you stepped outside and closed it.

You looked back at the house with fondness before shifting into your wolf form and sprinting full speed into the deep forest, leaving Seungkwan and the other boys standing paralyzed with shock inside.

(Updated 8/7)

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dani-escribe · 3 years ago

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Serendipity

Chapter 2 - A Place To Call Home

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F! Reader

Wordcount: 1,771

Summary: How a Friday night with plans, turns into something a little more eventful.

Warnings: A little bit of talk about the struggles of parents with kids in the hospital.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is the second chapter of the series. I was honestly giggling the entire time I was writing this and I hope you will too while reading it! Once again a huge thank you to @lowlights @fastandfeminist and @wbl75 for being my beta readers and for all of their help! Hope you like it! :)

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Things at your job had been going amazing. Going in with the coffees had seemed to be a great idea and had worked like a charm. The other nurses were incredibly welcoming and your patients, while a little fussy, had just been the cutest kids imaginable. As a celebration of your arrival at the hospital, and as a way to get to know you a bit better when you weren't running from one place to the other, the other nurses had invited you for a night out on Friday. You figured it would probably be a good idea to get a drink down at the local bars or to go out dancing, and you were excited to get to know the nightlife around the city. Going to school didn't really leave you with much time to go out and explore. Also living with your parents had kind of restricted the number of nights of crazy fun, movie nights with them not being included in this description. You honestly hadn’t minded living with them because you were so close, but it was nice to get out once in a while.

It was finally Friday and looking at your wardrobe you decided to go with a simple black satin dress. The snugness of it did wonders to show off your curves, which were usually comfortably hidden behind the scrubs that you wore everyday. It was long enough to not be uncomfortable while dancing, but short enough to make a nun blush. The straps of it were thin, which complimented the V-neck plunge that showed just the right amount of cleavage. Paired with some black heels and gold jewelry you were pleased to see you could still look put together after the week at the hospital. Running around chasing three year olds and dealing with helicopter parents could sometimes make you forget that you were young and didn't always look totally disheveled.

As you got ready you started to think about the families that you worked with, which led to you thinking about if you ever wanted to have a bond as strong as those couples do with someone. In your line of work you had seen many incredible couples go through some of the most awful things imaginable with their families, but it always impressed you how their love prevailed despite their circumstances. Having any loved one be in pain is like the worst type of torture imaginable, but having it be your child, well there are just no words to describe that. This is why it amazed you how these parents were able to care for their child and one another in some of the most difficult times in their lives. You figured it was because of how much trust they put in one another, and how they were always there to hold each other up.

It must be so incredible to have someone to rely on, it’s something you hadn't really had in the past couple of years in terms of partners. This got you thinking about Marcus, which had really been all you could think about since you totally obliterated his tie and shirt in the diner. You wondered what he might be doing tonight. He could be hanging around the art museum working on a case while wearing one of those tailored suits, or maybe he would be back at the diner reading a book in a tight gray t-shirt that hugged his arms just right. He seemed like the type of man who would wear glasses while sitting in a booth, reading alone, someplace where the lighting makes him look like he’s right out of a painting.

You shook those thoughts out of your head with a gasp when you almost smeared red lipstick all over your cheek due to daydreaming about him. You had known the man for less than a week and you were already coming up with increasingly unrealistic scenarios about him. Looking at the clock you shot to your feet and started to panic, noticing that you were almost late to the meet up.

Grabbing your purse and checking yourself out one last time, you sprinted out the door and headed for the stairs. You were almost out of your apartment building when you collided with someone coming in.

An audible “ufff” came from the man that you almost ran over and you looked up to apologize for casually slamming into him. Your words stopped short when you saw those honey brown eyes staring down at you again.

“Marcus?!?” You exhaled with a gasp, half catching your breath and half losing it from the surprise that you were seeing him once again.

“We really have to stop running into each other like this” He said with a deep chuckle as his expression gave way to the amazement you both appeared to be feeling.

You let out a short laugh. “Yeah I really have to stop using body slamming into someone as a conversation starter.”

As he laughed you could tell he realized how different you looked from the other times he saw you, and as hard as he tried to hide it you could tell that he was checking you out. Not that you looked totally shabby in your scrubs, but this was definitely a step up from your “just woken up” Monday look.

“Wow, I uhh… you- you look really … dressed up. Not that you weren’t before, I just meant that you look like you're going out, not out like at the museum, like out … at night … with people. Which is great because it's night and-” The tips of his ears reddened as he continued to try and finish his sentence.

“No worries Marcus, I got what you meant.” You giggled at his cheeks suddenly flushing with a pink tint. “You’re actually right, I’m headed out to go to a bar or dancing, I-I’m not quite sure what the plan is if I’m being honest.” At this moment you realized how dangerously close your hands were to his strong chest from when you braced yourself on the impact of crashing into him.

“Oh right,” his smile seemed to falter a bit. Marcus added as he moved a few centimeters back as if to not crowd your space. “Well I hope you have fun, uh... they’re very lucky.” He added with a sweet but sad smile.

Now it was your turn to blush. “Oh no, it's nothing like that. I got invited by some co-workers to go out since it was my first week on the job so … yeah, not really with anyone at the moment.” You fidgeted with your hands now that there was a little more space between you.

He leaned his arm on the doorframe above you taking back the space he had left empty, as he seemed to perk up a bit at your response. His pause gave you enough time to think about the fact that you had just run into him in your apartment lobby, which raised your question, "So what are you doing around here?”

“Well I live here, just on the third floor actually,” he pointed upwards with a smile.

Your eyes widened at his response. “Wait really? I live on the third floor,” you exclaimed with a bit of amusement.

“Well then I guess we're going to get a lot more opportunities to run into one another.” He let out a chuckle. “I live in 302 if you ever need anything or want to save me from wearing any other terrible ties.”

Laughing at his joke you thought this honestly couldn’t get any better, “I live in 303, so I believe we’re next door neighbors then.” You mentioned as you leaned your head to the side. “I think I actually knocked on your door a few days ago to introduce myself but I guess there’s no need for an introduction now.” A small puff of air left you as you laughed about the coincidence of your current situation. “I’m actually surprised this is the first time I've run into you, I guess work keeps you busy huh?”

“Yeah, I've been staying at the office the past couple of nights because of a case but it got wrapped up today so I should be able to be here a bit more now. Believe it or not there were some guys living in that apartment before you that used to have a band and they kept me up some nights. So I guess I can finally go to sleep now at a reasonable hour, that is of course unless you’re some kind of rock legend that I’m unaware of?” His eyes crinkled in what you swore was the most adorable yet totally sexy smile.

“Nope, I’m completely rockless. Unless you count playing the piano unsuccessfully for a year in elementary school, then I think you’re good.” Heavens, he smelled so good. Your proximity to him allowed you to notice the soft undertones of amber and clean linen that made up his cologne. Not that you were trying to smell him, because that would be a little creepy, but it's like he was just starting to take over all of your senses.

“Ah I don't know there are many child prodigies who decide to go back and hone their craft in adulthood or so I’ve heard in a podcast” You both laughed and looked at each other for a moment before a buzzing in your purse brought you back to reality

“I should let you get back to your night.” He said politely, trying to not take up more of your time than he already had.

You had been so caught up in him that you totally forgot that there was a reason you were headed out the door. “Yeah they're probably wondering where I am,” you sighed. “ Well I guess I’ll be seeing more of you?” Your voice had an optimistic tone to it now that the probability of seeing him seemed increasingly possible.

“You can count on it.” He winked and you felt the temperature of the room rise.

He opened the door for you like a gentleman and you let out a small thanks before heading out the building. Despite the gusts of wind your skin prickled with warmth from your interaction with him, and you felt a shiver creeping up your spine. As you walked into the cool night air you could feel his eyes on your figure, and you would be lying if you said that there wasn't a bit of extra swing in your hips just for him.

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luvhyjr · 4 years ago

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A truth and a lie

member: han jisung ft. yang jeongin

genre: high school au, friends to lovers au; fluff, slight angst (?)

word count: 887

a/n: i was supposed to post yesterday but i wasn’t able to write huhu. this was in my drafts and it was from quite a long time ago so oops. not proofread.

The truth is heavier than a lie, and that is true. The reason why we lie is all because we want to hide the truth, maybe even bury it in the mountains and under the ground where no one can possibly find out. But of course, there’s a weight you have to bear, and it gets heavier the longer it’s hidden, especially when it comes to the heart.

And that’s what made Jisung roam out and about the classroom for the 89th time today. Yes, Jeongin with his bottle of Yakult kept count.

Thankfully, the classroom is empty, with the exception of the two polar opposites inside, since it was break time. Jisung just wouldn’t have a break though.

“Jisung, can you stop? Why are you so worried?” Jeongin groaned. The first few rounds of Jisung prancing around was funny, especially since he’s always a happy kid. To be serious? That’s non-existent in Jisung’s world. So when Jisung was getting worked up with his scrunched up face, Jeongin just sat back and relaxed on his chair and enjoying this entertainment.

But not when Jisung’s might even be going around for the hundredth time. “It is, Jeongin. What if Y/n gets asked out again for the upcoming prom?”

Jeongin placed his drink on the table as things are starting to get interesting. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” Jisung finally stopped walking around as he stood in front of Jeongin. Jeongin’s eyes can finally take a break.

“You’re this bothered all because your best friend might get asked out for prom?”

“It’s not might, Jeongin. It’s will. Don’t you know how many guys asked her out last year? It’s frustrating to just be by her side and watch her get asked out as if I’m not there. They would ask her out at the classroom, library, the hallways, outside-“

Jeongin took his drink and sipped from the straw as Jisung continued. How funny love is. All it takes to break the cheery-merry-joyful-carefree-resident Han Jisung is to make him jealous. It’s his fault he had to keep his feelings for you a secret for a long time. How amusing.

When Jisung finally stopped his complaining which Jeongin paid no attention to, he set his Yakult on the table. “You know, you can just ask Y/n to be your fake date because to make your ‘crush’ jealous and in the end the both of you actually date for real.”

Jisung clapped his hands as he nodded, “Wow, how come I’ve never thought of that.” He put his hands on his hips and continued, “That’s a bad idea. Come on, that’s only in books you read!”

“I watch movies, Jisung.”

“Exactly! Movies are unrealistic, especially in rom-coms.”

Silence filled the room as Jeongin looked at Jisung with expecting eyes. “What?” Jisung muttered.

“I know you’re a sucker for rom-coms than me, and I know that you think I have a great idea,” Jeongin stood up as the bell rang and placed his hand on Jisung’s shoulder in assurance, “You can do it.” He smiled as he left the classroom to throw his now-empty drink and students started to come in.

“’Sung, there you are!” Jisung turned his head from the voice he could recognize even if his eyes were closed. He just didn’t need to know who in order to tell. “What’s the matter?” You asked when you saw his agonizing gaze.

It’s time. “Uh, um, I was wondering if us- I mean, you…” Jisung ‘s eyes looked around the room and noticed Jeongin sitting down, sipping on his second bottle of Yakult as he watched the scenario in front of him like it’s another rom-com movie. How scary. He looks innocent yet intimidating at the same time.

“’Sung?”

“Ah, yeah,” your voice brought back his attention as he stared at your curious eyes. “Can you pretend to be my date?”

Oh, that slipped off his mouth. That was a mistake. He shouldn’t have followed, no, listened to Jeongin’s word of advice that obviously came out from a movie plot.

“No,” you replied lowly. That’s it, if only he could jump out the window and disappear into nowhere, and maybe if it was a movie, he would go back in time or maybe even go into another dimension- “Can we not pretend?”

Jisung blinked once, twice, and thrice. “What?”

“I like you, actually. And that’s the truth. I think it’s obvious though.” Jisung couldn’t bring himself to reply He never expected this to happen, moreover you, his best friend, asking him out? “Can we not pretend to date? Can we date for real?”

“Is he dumb or is he stupid?” Jeongin mumbled as he casually waited for what’s to happen, frustrated that he can’t even skip 10 seconds for this scene.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jeongin abruptly stood up from his chair and clapped, catching the attention of the class. “Don’t mind me, go on,” he smiled.

Jisung took a hold of your hand hoping that it could calm down his beating heart, “I like you too, Y/n. For a long time actually. I can’t believe I hadn’t told you sooner-“ And Jisung continued on and on with his feelings that he’s kept the entire time.

Yes, the truth is heavier than a lie, but it is much better than it.

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years ago

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Onyx tells Mc she’s pregnant. They hosts a party for everyone to announce of Onyx’s pregnancy. How they announce it and how everyone react are up to you!

Written by @evoedbd

“Hey babe. Welcome back. How was your outing with Na-” the cheer fell from Cali’s voice, as heavy and rapidly as a brick dropped from a skyscraper. Her heartbeat picked up, even as the feeling of led seeped into every limb, dragging her consciousness towards what felt like a tar pit. Sticky, dooming, encasing.

“Onyx?” She called, brow furrowing as she tried to reconcile the woman who had walked through the door with the usual upbeat, unstoppable Onyx Wren. This woman appeared ashen, pearlescent white save for the usual shadings of her makeup, and the veins running blue beneath her icy skin. Long, flowing blonde hair hung in clumps, tangled around the streaks of meadow green like weeds attempting to devour the most beautiful flowers. Where life had once shone in oceanic green eyes, now there was a dullness, a glazing that only emphasized emptiness. Worse, shoulders which could bare the weight of the world slumped, chained down along with the woman’s feet. No. Onyx’s feet weren’t chained down, they were dragging, as if the act of taking a stride was too much to comprehend yet the need for familiarity and comfort drove the zombie like body onwards.

“Are you ok?” A questioned filled with trepidation. Already, Cali could see that Onyx Wren was absolutely not alright. She could feel it. Sticky hands of a hoard all dragging at her through the bond, making the world entirely too much.

Internally, she fought a war, crossing a list off silently in her search for solutions. What could have hurt Onyx this badly?

A fight with Nahara? Doubtful. Onyx loved that woman, and Nahara had earned that affection. Her hugs were too perfect, rejuvenating and secure. How Cali imagined sinking into a pool of warmed honey or melted chocolate might feel like.

Dorran? Oh, Cali had so many things she could say about him, respect for the dead be damned. Cali was absolutely convinced, out of everyone who had ever existed or ever would, that he was the most deserving the title of Jerk. Lord Jerkington the Gaslighting abuser, the third. Anybody who could do half of what he had done to Onyx whilst claiming to love her, whilst she trusted her body and soul to his romance… Cali couldn’t conceive a punishment fitting enough his horrendous crimes. Her anger had nowhere to go. No conclusion. Nothing dark and despicable enough to bring justice or pay penance. All she could do was vow never to allow Onyx to suffer that ever again.

Vinca? That was delicate ground too, and not an unrealistic conclusion. Cali’s personal grudges aside, after-all Onyx’s twin had turned Cali into a well of supernatural energy with the potential to unleash hell on Earth, Vinca had played her villainous role well. Cali still could trace the numerous scars across Onyx’s body, from throat to gut, which Vinca had left. Also, Vinca had technically gutted Onyx, though she had been possessed by Nizha at the time. Cali wasn’t too sure she could ever erase that image from behind her closed eyes. Or her nightmares.

“I’m pregnant.” Onyx’s voice was so small, so broken and confused. If Cali hadn’t been watching and listening intently, she might have mistaken those words for a breath. Or the aircon.

“… you’re…” The word fell from Cali’s lips on a shocked breath. Well. Babe had definitely been the wrong pet name to use. Suddenly nothing made sense. Her stomach fell out yet her body seemed ready to float to the ceiling, all whilst her nerves suffered a rapid fire mix of dreadful numbness and prickling tingles flowing across her skin to match the static ringing in her ears and pinging around her head.

“I’m so sorry! Please don’t be mad. I’ll be good! I w-won’t disobey o-o-or mess up.” The panic in Onyx’s voice cut Cali to the bone. Onyx fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her abdomen and torso as her shoulders curled inwards. She trembled, green eyes gazing up at Cali as if she were a terrifying Goddess preparing to render judgement upon a defiler. Cali shuddered. Who would want such worship as what Onyx was offering in the moment? Senseless, all-consuming fear? In that moment, Cali realised she could never be an abuser. There was no power in Onyx’s terror, only revulsion. Revulsion that Onyx felt she had to be subservient like this. That her trust had ever been so broken that her default was to cower like a beaten dog, still lovingly licking its own blood from the master’s knuckles.

“I didn’t mean for this, I swear. I-I ca-”

Cali couldn’t listen anymore.

“Onyx. Hey, hey, hey. Shhh, it’s ok. Breathe with me, sweetheart. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” She cooed, collapsing to her own knees before Onyx. The moment she could reach, Cali gently cupped her hands around Onyx’s elbows, tenderly guiding the smaller woman a little closer.

“Reach for me through the bond, how do I feel?” Imploring words were accompanied by every joyful image Cali could summon at that moment. The mewls of kittens, the softness of a puppy’s fur. Seeing Onyx recognise her, even as a dragon. Flying. Watching Onyx fly, be it with the wings of a dragon or across a tightrope in human form. Freedom, beauty, power. Family.

Cali’s heart picked up a marching sprint, beating so rapidly she was positive someone could visibly see her pulse throbbing in her throat if they spared a glance. Pregnant meant baby, which meant children. Onyx. Baby. Onyx. Baby. Onyx’s baby… each time Cali managed to conceive the sentence her heart skipped another beat, beat faster and faster until she was positive her heart would burst. Onyx was having a baby. An actual baby!

“You’re… you’re not mad? You’re happy? B-”

“Onyx. You’re pregnant! How could I not be excited?” Cali began as she lured Onyx to her feet. The former Envy assassin surrendered herself to Cali’s guidance, relaxing even in her confusion. Cali was incredibly careful, her touch remaining delicate, as if she might taint the innocence within Onyx if she moved a single finger incorrectly. Yet, there was also no fear to Cali’s touch. She knew Onyx, just as she knew her own breath. She offered comfort, unconditional support, even without having uttered the words.

“I’m nervous too.” She confessed, finally lowering herself and Onyx onto the couch.

“I mean there are so many things to think about. Is it safe? I mean, what effects on the baby will your dragon side have? Will you lay an egg? I mean, can your body even handle that in human form? Will you be human form for the birth? Who even is the father?”

“I didn’t cheat! I’d never do that to you. Please, you have to believe me.” Onyx’s frantic tone was matched by frantic hands which desperately clutched at Cali. She clung to Cali’s forearm, both forcing Cali to remain close whilst also preparing to defend herself. Green eyes filled with tears, a mix of panic and guilt, dappled with layers of confusion. Despite all of that, Cali saw sincerity. She felt the truth of those words as if they were her own heartbeat.

“Onyx, babe… you died. You died in my arms and came back as a Dragon. Cheating never even crossed my mind. There are some insane magical circumstances that my medical training doesn’t cover. Even if you had cheated or if something had happened, I wouldn’t be angry. I wouldn’t be him. You love me, I believe it with all my heart. Nothing anybody can say or do will make me love you or this baby any less.”

“I didn’t cheat.” Onyx reiterated; her voice much softer yet no less vehement. Her hands surrendered their grasp on Cali, allowing the Asian woman to weave her fingers through Onyx’s. The warmth of her callused hands was enough to earn a soft sigh, though neither woman could confirm who it was from.

“I believe you. D-did somebody hurt you? Onyx, babe, did somebody force himself on you?” The words burnt Cali’s tongue. Bile threatened to rise in her throat. The thought of someone doing that to Onyx. Without the guise of a relationship to force his will, to satiate perverted desires… Cali couldn’t… she couldn’t even imagine it, until she could. From a mental blank, to images of a broken Onyx. To memories of her screams morphed into something entirely different, fitting a different scenario. It was enough to make Cali tremble with fear, revulsion and a rapidly rising tide of rage.

“Nothing happened. Nobody r-” Onyx hesitated, unable to utter the devastating word flashing in Cali’s worst fears.

“- did that.”

“Thank goodness. Then, do you know how this happened?” The gentle question was delivered after a breath of utter relief. Knowing Onyx was safe from that abuse, safe from one of the most brutal of Earthly horrors mankind had ever weaponized, helped untangle the tension in Cali’s aching chest. Her heart stopped seizing in her chest, resuming its marathon sprint.

“I don’t know. Nahara said something about consequences and the past.”

“Rebirth. That was when she was talking about the bond of deceased Envy and the barer of the bite. The possibility of physical manifesta-“ Cali stopped dead. Her mind leapfrogged over the words, gathering them into a net of logic so obscure yet so plausible it felt as if she’d been punched unconscious and now was waking up. Waking to a world where mortal logic no longer applied, and the furthest dreams could come true.

“Oh fuck… Onyx..?” Cali didn’t know if she spoke, only that Onyx’s face pinched in concern. No, not concern. Fear. The murkiness reclaimed clear beauty, obscuring it for all who wished to bathe. It nearly broke Cali to see Onyx shrink, yet her small voice shattered Cali’s heart into smithereens; sent those shards digging into every vein until Cali’s body throbbed with how wrong it was.

“Please don’t get angry.” Onyx whispered, flinching as if expecting Cali to scream. Cali couldn’t. All she could do was go over the basics of Nahara’s theories. A physical manifestation of the bond between Envy, Deceased and Barer of the bite. An echo of the past. The lost reclaimed as new.

“Mine? Ours? Is this..?” Cali begged, she wasn’t and never would be afraid to admit it. Such a glistening possibility was at her fingertips, and she dared reach, hoping against hope itself that the impossible had become even the improbable. A thousand to one? Hell, even a million to one was more than enough. Cali would take any and all chance. Hers. Theirs. A chance to see how she and Onyx may appear a thousand years down the line, a notch in the human species. Proof they had existed, that their coupling had existed. Cali wasn’t dumb enough to consider a baby proof of love, not alone, but also it was. It would be. No matter whether or not that million to one chance was recognized.

“I- I don’t know. It’s possible, probably. I mean, magic? I need to talk to Nahara to find out more. I… it was overwhelming to hear I actually was pregnant and can’t let the dragon out. I just needed time. Needed to talk to you. It could be a manifestation of our bond, or it is something from the past.”

“Dorran.” The name fell from Cali’s lips like a bullet dropped from a tower into the cooling lakes. Oh, how it longed to be thrown like garbage, just as the darkest parts of Cali longed to throw the actual man into a trash compactor and hear him squeal.

“This could be his baby too.” She voiced her conclusion. Even as the words escaped, she felt no change in her heart. There was… she hated the man, she hated the power he had abused over Onyx, just as she hated the idea of him continuing to. Yet, for the baby? For that possibility? Nothing. No hatred, no resentment. No matter how she searched for it. She couldn’t confess how deeply that shocked her. Emotionally, everyone always hoped that they’d accept their partner’s children as their own, but the actuality of that often defied dreams. It was a rare person who could accept such a thing, even in Cali’s situation. To find herself even potentially one of them was humbling, too much, too quickly. Diversion needed.

“That’s one hell of a choice. A dead man, unknown entity, or a key to the gates of hell.” Cali made the understatement of the century after a quiet hissing whistle through her teeth. Remarkably, her tone remained as light as she intended the delivery to be, as if she was discussing what to order for lunch.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Le-” Cali couldn’t even finish the word. Her body moved on instinct, launching into Onyx’s space so that she could gather the smaller woman into her arms. Leave? Onyx couldn’t leave! No, her brain quickly caught up and corrected her internal malfunction. Onyx’s voice had been so small, the chirp of a bird compared to the roar of a dragon. Regardless, Cali was determined to provide shelter, to cage the willing Onyx within her loving embrace.

“Onyx, you died, I thought I’d never see you again. That I might never have another moment with you, even as you were reforming. Now, I’ll get to watch a baby Onyx Wren grow up! How could I be angry? I don’t care if this child is Dorran’s. Hell, even the Devil himself could be the father and I wouldn’t care. I want to be with you.”

“Even with a baby? A baby you didn’t plan, who m-might not even be yours.” Onyx’s words were serious, more so than any Cali had ever heard escape her gentle lips. They were warning, they were a siege to push Cali away even as Onyx hoped to keep her close. It was the last offering, the final out. Cali understood. Her answer here would shape her life. This answer couldn’t be about comforting Onyx, no matter her urges. It had to be truthful, no matter the pain, no matter…

“Yes.” It was the easiest answer Cali had ever given in her life.

“Onyx, we aren’t naturally biologically compatible for reproduction.” Cali’s obvious assessment earned a watery snort from Onyx.

“Whenever I daydreamed of having children, they were always yours. I was already committed to being a mother to any pet or child you had, to being with you. I want this baby to be ours, I want that more than anything.” Cali had to pause, to actually breathe and let her words sink in. Her chest hurt from how hard her heart was pounding, for how she longed for Onyx to want the same things.

“I’m here and ready to be whatever you need me to be for you both. If you don’t want me to be there as the other parent, I can be the cool aunt. Or a friend. Or a babysitter. Anything, Onyx.” Cali concluded, laying her offering out for Onyx to pick through. Silence dominated the room, save for Cali’s hurried breathing and the pounding of matching heartbeats. Or two heartbeats. Did baby have a heartbeat yet? How far along was Onyx? She made a mental note to ask.

“If you want to be, you know, their mom, then I’d love that too.” Onyx finally broke the silence with a soft yet sure voice, a shy smile tugging on her lips. Cali couldn’t help it, she leapt to her feet, letting forth an excited cheer. Finally, all her nerves burst forth, erupting in her version of a triumphant roar. This was HER family. Hers. Hers, hers, hers!

“There’s nobody else I’d rather raise a baby with. Nobody has ever supported me like you. I just don’t want to take your life away, or be a burden.” Onyx continued, reaching up to tuck some of her chaotic hair out of her face.

“Onyx, this isn’t about supporting you regardless of my own feelings. You’re not taking my life away; you’re giving me a life to fight for. A family. Onyx, our family! You’re having a baby, Onyx! It’s a BABY Onyx! Baby! Yours. Maybe mine. Maybe ours. I feel… just feel me, Onyx! Baby! You’re having a baby!” Cali tried to remain calm and mature, she truly did, yet the urge to move overcame her senses. She paced back and forth, using her entire body to emphasize her points. Big, sweeping gestures of her arms accompanied her escalating excitement, turning her into a goofy rendition of a car yard inflatable.

“Yeah. A baby. You… Sweetheart, can you sit down? Just watching you is tiring.” Onyx’s request was accompanied by a summery laugh, one which calmed Cali for all but three seconds. Then, it was back to pacing, phone whipped out of the pocket of her jean shorts so that she could begin to compose her list.

“Onyx, BABY! A baby! Our baby! We have to tell the others! I’m sorry but no more training for you! Also, none of the trash Darius calls food. We should probably look into supplements too, so that the baby is as healthy as possible. Should I call a dietitian for a food plan? And materials! Are you going to make your own maternity clothes? I got paid this week so I could totally go get some fabrics if you te-”

“Y-you want to tell the others?” Onyx cut in, alarm flooding her tone. Cali froze for a second, recognizing the way Onyx’s surprised voice dipped. Oh, Cali realized, she was behaving entirely differently to anything Onyx had experienced. To how Dorran had reacted. That was enough to have Cali’s internal beast snarling, hating how the past continued to hurt. Dorran had insisted on secrecy, on punishing Onyx. Increasing her training, increasing his bullying. Afterall, that had been cheaper than birth control, or a medically safe… Cali couldn’t finish the thought.

“Of course! Onyx, you’re pregnant! This is like one of the happiest days of my life! Top five, for sure! I’m trying to think of everything we need so that we can be ready for this baby. Like, we need to look into our insurance. I don’t think my workplace insurance covers sexy mamma’s who can turn into dragons. Or Assassins. Is there supernatural insurance I need to know about? Are there any doctors for, well, non-normal human pregnancies? Are there any magical medical guides for this? And birthing classes. We need to look into those too!”

“We…” The pondering tone Onyx used broke Cali out of her packing, leading her to look up from her phone.

“… Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just sinking in, you know? It’s really nice to hear you say it. It sounds right.” Onyx explained, her face taking on a dreamy grin. She was so beautiful, glistening in the afternoon sun through the skyscraper windows. Even messy, Cali couldn’t think of anything more captivating than Onyx. Not the sirens of legend, not the most handsome of men. She doubted if the entire troupe, who were the most attractive people she knew, walked in naked that she’d be able to take off of Onyx.

“It feels right.” She confessed in a soft tone, unable to raise her voice above a whisper. The light in Onyx’s eyes… Cali had never seen something so pure. Green, like gazing up the sun through the underside of a wave. The gleam in them was more varied than a kaleidoscope of colours; brighter than diamonds. She had to look away, while her brain still had some function. There was so much that needed to happen, too many lists to write. Lists! That was a good place to start. Cali could do lists. She helped with stock intake, so a simple list on her phone would be a piece of cake! Oh, and her mother! She had to text her mother. Maybe there were some spare books…

“So, I’m going to text mom about getting some medical books out of storage. I’m pretty sure we didn’t sell all of them. They might have some more details on pregnancy. We have to come up with a way to justify everything, maybe we should discuss giving her sight. I’d prefer not telling her we’re fighting demons though. She’d absolutely spit if her daughter in-law was caught in that! Especially since you’re carrying her grandchild! I’d never live it down if I let you fight in your condition. It’d be “Cali, why are you making your girlfriend do everything? She’s pregnant! My grandbaby needs to grow!””

“Grandchild?” Onyx interrupted Cali’s exaggerated impression of her mother. Gone was the kaleidoscope, gone were the diamonds. The wave had crashed down, sending Onyx flailing into the wild tides of her worst fears without anything to hold her.

“She won’t hate me? She wouldn’t ever believe this child could be yours without knowing everything. She’ll assume I cheated. She’ll think I broke your trust and you’re just standing by me because you’re, well, you. You’re too good to walk away from somebody as broken as me.”

“Onyx, I love you. You are the most… I can’t put it into words. You are my… My light. You are not broken, Onyx. You are a literal dragon. Fierce, strong and beautiful. I am so in love with you that I cannot picture my life without you. This feels like my child already. You’ve only just told me and already I feel as if my heart will burst. Surely you can feel how much I already love them.” Cali almost pleaded, kneeling before Onyx. The current Envy assassin reached out, laying a single hand over Onyx’s quivering knee. Cali could feel everything, the tidal wave of anxiety and fears striking so hard and fast that she was almost physically knocked over. She countered, her mind parrying and weaving.

Pizza in a secret alleyway shop, the way hot cheese melted in her mouth, or the strings hanging from Onyx’s smiling lips. Little hands reaching, trying to steal pineapple as Onyx laughed. This was happiness. Love. Safe, secure, keeping their baby proceeded against her chest. So small, yet inspiring something so large. She had to protect, she needed to. Protect both the joys of her life.

The simple concept of the future flowed through their bond, a shield for Onyx to seek shelter behind. Cali herself was blown away by the intensity of her emotions for a distant possibility.

“I can.” Onyx breathed; tone full of wonder.

“I don’t know why I keep questioning you. You’re always kind and sweet. “

“People have hurt you, Onyx. I’d rather you question me a thousand times, a million times, than ever feel unsafe with me. I love you, and Mom can see how much more me I am with you in my life.” Cali insisted, fixing Onyx with an encouraging look before continuing.

“We had the talk when I told her I was bi. About if I ended up with a girl. We talked again after she met you, officially that is. I told her as long as I was with you, at least one grandchild would not be biological. If we even had children. She fully supports my choices and will love this baby with all her heart. She’ll probably spoil them rotten no matter what we say. She already loves you too! You’re the favourite daughter. She’s going to be so excited for her grandchild. Be prepared for a LOT of baby onesie- OH, this one’s cute! Onyx look!” Cali tried to remain serious, she truly did. Yet, curiosity had taken hold and her thumb had all but developed a mind of its own. Soon, she found herself glancing down at her phone, only to see a lovely pastel themed website, filled with baby onesies. Upon spotting a bear on the third row, she excitedly turned her phone to Onyx, which earned an actual squeal of delight.

“Oh my god, that looks like a little Ripley onesie!” Onyx cooed excitedly, leaning closer to support the phone. She couldn’t help but internally swoon over the adorable little bear onesie, complete with little pink pads on the feet. The little hood with adorable little ears, and the stomach patch. The tail, which concealed the buttons for easy changing.

“Right? I’m buying it! Ohh, it comes in purple! Should I get a little leopard?” Cali declared, reclaiming her phone and swiftly adding two versions of the bear to the cart. When Onyx didn’t respond, she paused, turning her gaze to the expectant mother.

“Onyx? Are you ok? Don’t you like them?” Cali asked, her voice going quieter. Once more, Onyx looked so small, trembling in the face of everything. Overwhelmed, Cali realized. Onyx was entirely overwhelmed.

“Cali. They’re both adorable. I’m just scared. How can you be sure Joyce will be ok with this?”

“Err, It’s my mom. She’ll just be thrilled to have a grandchild, no matter if they are biological or not.” Cali responded, unable to fully put into words how she knew. It was simple. It was her mom. Her mom who had supported her throughout life. Her interest in extreme sports, every bump, break and bruise. Her mom had been the first signing her casts, and selling the demon contraptions that damaged her daughter. When Cali’s father had walked out, her mom had been there, fighting to support a child emotionally and financially whilst she herself fell apart. Through teenage heartbreaks. When Cali hadn’t gotten a date for prom, it was her mother who had shoehorned her into a suit and driven her there. When Cali had finally come out as bisexual, her mom had been the first one demanding to know what type of girls Cali liked, gossiping about the boys Cali had only ever expressed interest in.

“But what if they come out with wings? Or, you know, not human?”

“Aside from me being worried how you’ll push that out of a hole the size of a lemon?” Cali questioned with a blink.

“Cali!” Onyx squealed in a mix of disbelief and horror. Her hands came up to her face, covering her suddenly flaming cheeks as she let forth an ungodly groan. Cali couldn’t help but be reminded of Ripley, how the bear concealed her muzzle when Onyx flew across the tightrope.

“Oh god, I don’t want to think about what its going to do to my… well, you know.”

“You’ll still be gorgeous, even if things are a bit different. You know, when I picture mom you, you’re always stunning. I can’t help but think our daughter will be scared her boyfriends will run off with her sexy mamma. You’ll turn into the sexiest MILF.” Cali purred, flopping onto the couch beside Onyx once again with what she hoped was a seductive grin. Strands of shaggy brown hair fluttered everywhere, sticking to Cali’s face in the most unflattering of ways. If asked, Cali would absolutely blame her uncooperative hair for her failed delivery, despite her history of appearing more like a vaguely romantic crab than seductive. Somehow, her dorky display calmed Onyx, judging by how tensed shoulders finally relaxed, and the show-stopping smile returned to her lips.

“That’ll be you, Sweetheart.” She purred in return, nuzzling closer. Cali’s phone fell to the couch, forgotten as the Envy assassin wrapped her girlfriend up in her arms. Both sighed. Everything was right with the world again, at least for a few moments.

“Mmmhmmm, agree to disagree. If our baby is born anything but human, then we tell mom the whole entire truth and teach her how to babysit. The troupe can’t always be around when we need naps, so mom will be happy to have a chance to spoil her grandkid rotten. Besides, she raised me, a dragon will be nothing her brooms of vengeance cannot handle.”

“But, what if the troupe hate me? I can’t help you guys like this.”

“You can’t turn into a dragon because you’re pregnant. That means you’re vulnerable, not useless.” Cali pointed out, giving Onyx an affectionate squeeze around the shoulders.

“Nitza will be after me. She’ll want me, and the baby.”

“I’ll die before I let anybody touch my family.” Cali growled; all traces of her humanity lost in a snarl vicious enough to rival any demon. She felt the rage bubbling, thicker than molten lava in the cradle of a volcano. It consumed, burning through her rationality until she couldn’t tell where her own protective rage ended and Onyx’s began. Onyx may be the dragon, yet Cali’s entirely human body produced sounds to rival Onyx’s alternate form. The former Envy assassin reached out, wrapping her own hand around Cali’s clenched fist, wiggling her fingers between Cali’s until the current Envy had to relax her fist. Had to let Onyx in.

“Ripley and I will protect you, we can take craving shifts! It’ll mean I won’t be on the streets with the troupe, but that does’t mean we can’t both help out here more. We can watch Avi, which will be awesome practice for baby. I can keep gear up to scratch, work on the bikes and you can have more time to design. I know your fingers must be itching to do something creative.”

“They are…” Onyx sighed l, seemingly content to have settled Cali’s rage. The blonde tucked her feet up onto the couch, barely pausing to kick her sneakers off before she wiggled her toes in silent satisfaction. Cali couldn’t help but tighten her arm around Onyx, smiling when Onyx responded by leaning into Cali’s shoulder, forehead buried in chaotic hair.

“but the others will be out fighting while I’m stuck here. It feels like hiding away and doing nothing.” Onyx trailed off, tensing. The sun set over beautiful greens when Onyx closed her eyes, the bedazzling piercing through her cheek acting like the moon across the skies of her expressions. For a moment, she trapped the soft, delicate flesh of her lower lip between gleaming teeth, as if gathering the courage to speak.

“I keep hearing Dorran.” The whispered confession had the dragon within Onyx roaring with rage, something which echoed through the bond. Cali shuddered, brows furrowing as spots took over her vision. For that brief moment she could feel it, the war within Onyx. The uncertainty and doubt mixed with rage. The latter, Cali empathized with. It burned just as brightly within her own heart, feeding into a loop of fury that promised to spiral out of control. Cali didn’t let it, she couldn’t.

Soft feathers, like laying on a marshmallow. The warmth of a spa day, the relaxation. Sticky and wet along the side of her head, into her hair. The rasp of an impossibly large tongue. Laughter. Pride. Love. The certainty of a promise.

“Ignore everything he told you.” Cali urged, barely keeping her opinion to herself. Now was not the time for her to rant about how pissed she was at her girlfriend’s ex.

“Onyx, you aren’t hiding away doing nothing. Not only are you holding a literal dragon back, you’re growing a person! Or a dragonling. You are doing the hardest job in the world. You’re creating a little Onyx! You’re nurturing and providing a safe place for baby to grow. You’re growing a life, Onyx, and sustaining them until they can sustain themselves. Even when you sleep, your body will be working. For nine months, you never get a break. That is way more exhausting than fighting demons for an hour. Can you imagine Cal’s face if he snarks at you? You can be like “Bitch, I grew a nerve cluster today, I’m currently working on a kidney.”

“Sweetheart… You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” There was no laughter in Onyx’s voice, despite the glee taking spark in her eyes. Genuine awe was slathered across her face, radiating until Cali could feel the accompanying emotions through the bond. The littler woman untangled herself from her partner, reaching out to take Cali’s hands for a few moments before her cheeks tinged pink. Without a word, Onyx lured Cali closer, placing the mechanic’s hands over her pale abdomen.

“Nup. I’m scared too, and excited. I just know that you’re my everything, and we’ll figure this out together.” Cali’s words were soft, whispered into the stillness they found themselves submerged in. Cali’s hands were burning, her palms prickling with the tingling heat as she processed what she was doing. Caramel and milk, that was the closest things Cali could associate to the swirl of their different skin colours. Her fingers looked so dark compared to Onyx, casting her in an exotic light, or perhaps Onyx in a mystical one. The duet of tones was dreamlike, earning the largest smile as Cali finally processed the meaning of the gesture. She stared, illogically fearing her callused hands might hurt Onyx and the baby. A breath, accompanied by trembling muscles the few moments before Cali surrendered and placed her hands flat against Onyx’s belly. It was unbelievable! Onyx had barely put on any weight, just enough to be barely noticeable, yet suddenly her body felt entirely new. The definition of her stomach was still there, all lithe muscle and sublime softness, yet there was more too. A curve, small enough to be imagination yet large enough for Cali’s hands to trace. To cup. To protect from the world. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill down her swollen cheeks as her smile grew large enough to rival the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, names! We need to start thinking about names!” Cali added enthusiastically, blinking away her tears. This was her future, sitting just beneath the palms of her hands. A little Wren growing, expecting them to have the perfect name. Cali began to panic. What name could be enough for their baby? Forget names, what title best fit until they decided? The baby was too clinical. Baby had that familiar quality Cali was looking for, but also couldn’t be the name they used forever.

“But I’m barely even showing yet.” Onyx playfully protested, bringing her hands to rest over Cali’s, holding them to her belly. Love. It was so pure, so overpowering. Cali lost it. Her tears began to trail down her cheeks, accompanied by little sniffles as she looked hopefully up to Onyx. Every hope and dream she had flooded the bond, sweeping them both away on a tide so impossibly sweet that the real world dared not invade. Even through their sniffles and tears, Cali laughed, appraising Onyx on a particularly important fact.

“It’s never too early to start thinking! Trust me, it’ll be the first thing my mother asks.”

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mysweetgirl2-love · 4 years ago

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Your Sweet Nothings~ (Asahi Azumane x Reader)

Day 2 was ‘Soft Talk’ for me! So I thought, who’s not softer than the living Jesus himself, haha. I don’t know Asahi’s character very well so this was more of a tough write for me... but I hope you all like it! It’s very sweet, comforting, and Asahi is beyond lovely... like what a man haha. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,801

Day 2 - Soft Talk

It felt like your phone would never shut up. Another picture your boyfriend had recently posted, which you were a subject in, had you now scrolling through thousands of comments to see if anyone had anything negative to say. Any “constructive criticism” in which you could improve upon.

“Babe, put your phone down…” A voice spoke up from the doorway of your bedroom.

You groaned softly, turning away from the sound and continuing to swipe against your screen. You knew he was right, he usually was. With your nature, he fit you so perfectly and was such a rock when you could be blasting off the walls. This wasn’t one of those times, but it still made you anxious with every ding your phone made to signal someone was trying to notify you.

“I’m just trying to read all the sweet comments people have to say about you, Asahi…” you sighed, coming up with a quick lie as your eyes traveled over the comments and your mind racing.

They have to be calling me fat, or ugly… or must be pointing out everything wrong with me-

“Hey.”

The phone was plucked from your hands as you yelped in protest, helplessly watching as it was taken away from you. You slightly glared up at the man who smirked back down in your direction. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you hated it.

“Hey! Yes, hey! Can I please have my phone back?” You whined, seemingly like a child. When he acted like this, you sure felt like one.

He looked beautiful this late at night, a built god right in front of you that so happened to be your love. He was always such a nervous wreck when you two first got together, though… over the years you encouraged him to have a little more confidence then what he had been possessing. Boy, how did that turn on you.

Asahi raised his brow skeptically, readjusting his grip against your phone to hold it tighter against his palm. His empty hand gently reached down towards your hair, gently ruffling it between his hands as you whined up in protest while avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t act like you’re not looking for the negative comments, pumpkin…” he hummed, lifting his hand to gently brush down the strands of hair that he had fluffed, “You know they’re only jealous…”

“Yeah, I-I know….” Your gaze softened, eyes drifting up to meet his once again. It was hard not to lose yourself in his pools of brown, “I’m very lucky to be with you…”

He blinked softly, registering what you had just said, before letting out a hardy chuckle. His hand fell from the top of your head to your cheek, gently pushing it upwards to face him.

“That’s not what I meant… I was implying that they’re only jealous because you’re so utterly beautiful…” he whispered, leaning further down to press his lips gently against your forehead as you watched, “Jealous of me for having you.”

He could be so cheesy at times. You had to roll your eyes in response to his sweet compliment. The man was soft, obviously, something you found incredibly charming. Though, when stressing over social media, you became almost blind to his genuine kindness.

He didn’t blame you. People’s opinions can be scary, especially with a career such as his. Asahi Azumane was a popular designer in Japan, having been apart of a legendary Karasuno team with some of the biggest names in the sport during your time. He gained a following from high school, though now his fans were mostly from the fashion industry.

He met you in college, you were a model and studied fashion as well but mostly partook in the wearing of clothes more than the creating. He fell in love at first sight, but didn’t realize that until after your first date. You didn’t know how to feel about him, thinking that since you were a model for him your relationship should pertain strictly to his work. But, as shy as he was… he also knew what he had to have. At least try to have you.

That was at least four years ago, and you two have been happily living together ever sense.

Of course you two had your flaws, Asahi was unintentionally intimidating and you were just stubborn. But, you both worked so well together… and neither of you wanted to lose that. Even in moments of your insecurity getting the best of you… like this.

“No one is jealous of me because I’m beautiful… that’d be unrealistic,” I huffed, rolling onto my back as he straightened up from leaning over, “I’m nothing special.”

Asahi’s eyes hardened slightly, him briefly turning to place your phone onto the wireless charger laying against your bed stand before looking back down. He looked upset, sad at what you had just stated.

“Pumpkin, you are so unbelievably special… I-I don’t know why you would ever think otherwise…” He sighed sadly, reaching down towards your wrist resting on lightly on your chest. He picked it up, gently rubbing against your wrist with his thumb as he sighed, “…I want you to see what I see.”

“I know, Asahi… I wish I could too…” You hummed, turning your hand in his grasp and gently pressing the tips of your fingers against his skin. He was so warm…

Asahi smiled sadly from above you, his chocolate eyes swimming with admiration and love, giving your wrist a final squeeze before letting it fall gently back to the bed.

“One day, when I finally get to marry you… you’ll see. Now,” he placed his hands over your eyes, lightly applying pressure, “It’s bedtime, and you, pumpkin, need to go to sleep.”

Your eyes widened slightly before sending a childish glare up in his direction. You didn’t want to be put to bed, much less be told to.

“Hey… you need to sleep too, dummy,” You huffed, making him chuckle lightly.

“ Haha! I know, I know, let me just finish washing up, okay? I’ll be right back…” he hummed to you, beginning to head in the direction of the bathroom. He only stopped to pause in the doorway, “And if I catch you on your phone, missy… I will not hesitate to become the tickle monster..”

His deep chuckle filled the room, you stopping in your mid reach towards the said device on the table. You looked over your shoulder to find Asahi staring back. His eyes almost urging you to do it and see what the consequences would be.

Your hand shot back to your side, under the covers and away from sight. Your man sighed, shaking his head as his long hair swayed with the motions of his head.

“What am I going to do with you…” He sighed, laughing breathlessly as he didn’t wait for you to respond, heading onto the tiled floors of your bathroom.

“Uh- who does he think he is…” you grumbled to yourself, rolling on your side to face away from your phone. Yet, it was just so… close…

Nope, I do NOT want to be tickled right now. That sounds terrible, at this time of night? Yeah, nice try, brain…

You thought to yourself, repeating the scenario of what would happen if you were found with your phone. Over and over, you didn’t want to be tickled. But… what was one little peek gonna do?

Your eyes flashed open and you couldn’t stop your arm from flashing over and picking the phone off the charger, quickly have it recognize your face as you began scrolling through comment after comment, once again.

“… No… nope… I mean, sorta? No…” You mumbled to yourself, scrolling past the endless support that poured out of his comment section. Most of it for you, your beauty in the image and almost emphasized with Asahi’s taste, who wouldn’t want to compliment you?

“I mean, there has to be something… right?”

The toilet flushed, the sink turned on, your thumb kept gliding across your screen.

You had to swipe through the pictures once again to remind yourself how you looked during the shoot. Your hair was up in a bun, an Asahi signature move, but also pinned back with a few barrettes of your favorite flower. You wore a longer sweater, gossamer white and slightly see through as your curves filled out the blue ripped jeans almost perfectly. Your makeup was light, some eyeshadow and a lip color being the most accentuated parts of your face.

Yet, you… just couldn’t see that. For whatever reason, your thoughts kept denying that what people were saying was supposed to be nice at all. Your brain convinced you that they were lying to you, just trying to lure you into a vulnerable state where they could sweep everything out from under you.

Most importantly… take the only thing you ever could find comfort in. Asahi.

The sink kept running, a man cleared his throat, you kept scrolling.

It was endless, like time became an imaginary instance as you read through the digital text from people’s thoughts. You couldn’t help but recognize the fact that… maybe you are addicted.

Spit in the sink, the flicking of a light switch, you didn’t need to think twice about immediately throwing the phone back onto the plastic of the wireless charger as it lit up to indicate the damn thing still worked. You threw the covers over your shoulder, now facing away from Asahi’s side of the bed as the sound of the bathroom door finally closing made you tense.

You could only hope, pray more accurately, that he hadn’t witnessed your obvious disregard of instructions. The thought of his large hands running along your sides in order to get a rise out of you made you want to squirm.

“Ah, they listened… good…” His deep voice came from the end of the bed, footsteps following in his words to find their way behind you. You felt the covers lift on his side of the bed, the shifting of the mattress, and the very real presence of his body right behind yours.

His warm breath blew across the back of your neck, goosebumps rising in its place. You held back the urge to shiver.

“Hm… you’re so cute when you’re asleep, you know that?~” He whispered gently, your inner self growing beyond flustered in response. What was he doing?

“So peaceful… when you’re awake, it always seems like you’re worried about something. Whether it be big or small. Someday’s it’s about our world, others… about what outfit you’d look good in to go grocery shopping,” You almost wanted to feel offended, but couldn’t speak up… so he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that. Sure, it can make our days longer but… it’s something I love about you. There’s so much that I love about you, pumpkin… and with Halloween right around the corner, aha… I just can’t wait to share those memories with you…”

You wanted to turn and question his antics in telling you this when you were “asleep”… Oh.

His hands followed your thoughts, gently grasping around your waist and pulling you in his direction. You limply fell on your back, praying to those above that he wouldn’t discover your pitiful acting. Instead, he brought you close, holding you in the side of his body as his opposite hand reaching up to gently pet against your hair.

“Remember last year? I had to make us costumes cause’ we thought the options in the stores were pretty shitty… I won’t ever forget you demanding that I be a werewolf. As cute as it was to have you as my vampire other… I will never live down those ears and teeth…”

The mental image of putting his teeth on fled to the forefront of your brain, you now having to suppress the urge to smile at what you could remember. He looked so hot that year… ripped flannel and jeans, some os his chest showing through the holes in his white crew neck… yeah, he really was never living that down.

“…Your stubbornness is honestly the best thing that could ever happen to me…” But this caught you off guard, “I never thought in a million years that I could end up with someone exactly like you…”

Holding your breath, you didn’t realize how anxious you were to hear what he had to say…

“Your everything is my inspiration, pumpkin…” his fingers tangled into your hair, his opposite thumb gently rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist from beneath your shirt, “Hah… you don’t even want to get me started on how beautiful I thought you were today… no one else could look as perfect as you do in any outfit you wear.”

His arm around your waist tightened, as if you would want to slip away with how sweet his words are. As cheesy as you may have found it, they were just so… genuine.

“College seems so long ago… as though I’ve known you my entire lifetime… I’m so thankful I got over my fears of talking to you. You weren’t even intimidated by my height!… Nothing about me intimidated you… thank god… a life without you? I just… can’t fathom that anymore…”

You felt his weight shift as his neck craned over the side of your face, pressing his lips against the side of your face. He kept them there for a moment longer than you expected, only moving to press his cheek against the bare of your neck. He inhaled softly, pressing most of his weight comfortably against you.

“My precious pumpkin… you are so incredibly important to me… Your beauty has gone unmatched and I am so hopelessly in love with you… I just wished you knew how important your everything is to me. I want to protect you, I want to be there for you, I want to see you succeed, I want… I want to be with you til the end of our days, Pumpkin…”

You could feel him smiling against your skin, your heart pounding within your chest.

“Either way… thank you for everything… you’re everything I could ever want. I love you..”

You paused for a moment, the words settling in as you smiled happily, leaning further into him as you smiled.

“…I love you too.”

“Uh-… P-Pumpkin!?”

You let out a happy giggle, turning your body fully towards him and wrapping your arms snuggly around his waist now. Holding him close as he seemed to squirm nervously within your arms.

“W-Wait, you’re awake-… Y-You weren’t supposed to hear that!! I-I- uh…”

You immediately leaned your face up towards his, gently pressing your lips against his mouth and catching him even more off guard. Though, you held yourself against him, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and continue kissing him.

It took him a moment, muffled babbling coming from his mouth that vibrated against your lips, before he eventually melted into the tender moment. Tenderly reaching up to place his hands against your cheeks and gently hold your jaw. It was too perfect of a moment to be real, you must’ve been dreaming.

He parted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling gently, “…God, I would do anything to be with you forever…”

“Well… you won’t have to do much, silly~” You reassured him, gently moving your face to press your lips against the tip of his nose before snuggling back against him, burying your head now in his chest.

“Really…?” His hand found your chin, slowly bringing your face to look up at him, “Y-You mean that?”

You enthusiastically nodded up to him, your hands following his and laying on his cheeks, gently stroking at his sideburns and enjoying how silky his hair felt.

“Of course I do, dum dum… you’re stuck with me forever…” You giggled, leaning up to peck your lips along his jawline and stubble.

Before you knew it, he suddenly tackled you into a bear hug, wrapping his arms and legs snuggly around your smaller form. He was basically pining you to the bed, but his face wouldn’t stop nuzzling against your neck.

“A-Asahi!-“

“Pumpkin…”

You paused, looking down to his chocolate brown eyes peeked up over your your face, his lips still against your neck as you could feeling him grinning.

“… Thank you…”

He paused, pressing the most tenderest of kisses against your skin as he sighed.

“I will never stop loving you… ever,” He whispered against you, now preparing to settle in for the night. That warm feeling rising in your chest every time you were this close to him. Just… safe.

“…Me neither.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#asahi #asahi azumane #manbun #chop chop man bun #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #daily prompt #anime #weeb #oneshot

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kindofcashton · 4 years ago

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𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 • chapter 18 (Calum Hood AU)

IT TOOK AWHILE for the shock to subside before I could even think of moving. I stayed rooted to the spot, gazing out at where Calum had disappeared and left me behind. The sun was finally gone from the sky, bathing me in a cool darkness that made me shudder. I kept hoping to see the headlights of a familiar red mustang approach, willing him to come back to me. But as the seconds dragged on, I knew this hope was futile.

Scrambling for my phone, I called an uber and hugged my knees to my chest as I waited on a bench. My mind was oddly empty, despite what had just happened. I suppose I was numb to Calum’s betrayals at this point; his leaving me in the dust was hardly a surprise.

With my head in my hands, I didn’t even hear the uber pull up until the driver rolled down the window and hollered, “Hey! I’m here!”

Throwing myself into the backseat, I mumbled a faint greeting and closed my eyes. The driver clearly thought I was a mess, and he thankfully stayed quiet for the entire ride. My head tilted against the cool glass window, and I felt nausea rise in my stomach. Everything from my heart to my head to my stomach was hurting; Calum inflicted full-body pain. I couldn’t imagine walking through the front door, what fury waited for me at home. Surely he’d yell some more, insult me until he was blue in the face. And I would take it, because I knew I was putty in his hands. One kiss would make me forget all about the pain I felt now.

I was surprised to see the driveway empty of his mustang when I finally arrived home. It shouldn’t have been a shock that he didn’t come home, but for some reason I was crushed by disappointment. Yet again I had unrealistic expectations about Calum. I half-expected him to be waiting on the front porch for me, ready to bare his soul in an apology.

No one was waiting for me, and I entered the dark house alone.

Everyone was asleep, so no one would realize the destruction that occurred tonight. I refused to let my thoughts wander as I showered and got ready for bed, bile rising in my throat when I glanced into Calum’s empty room. My head hit the pillow, but I knew I would not be sleeping tonight. Anxiety gnawed at me, making me think up a million scenarios of where Calum was right now. Asleep in his car on the side of the road? Hunched over a bar, drowning his sorrows in whiskey? Or was he in another girl’s bed, kissing her lips and feeling her skin and giving her his heart?

Needless to say, it was a fitful night’s sleep. The next morning I must have looked particularly awful, because Luke asked what had happened to me. I truncated the truth, explaining that Calum and I got in an argument and he ditched me after we got dinner. Luke was angry at Calum for abandoning me, but I just waved his sympathy off.

“It’s fine, really. He’s so hot and cold, I shouldn’t have been so surprised.” I absent-mindedly stirred my coffee, still feeling queasy.

Michael had joined the conversation a few minutes before, and shook his head firmly now. “No, it’s not. He can’t just leave you on the side of the street. What did you guys argue about anyway?”

I bit my lip, unprepared with an excuse. “Er...something stupid.” A thought crossed my mind, and I added, “I asked if he wanted dinner and he freaked out and thought it was a date. I guess even after dinner he was still being weird about us being together, which we definitely are not.” I felt satisfied with this, since it wasn’t exactly a lie. Half-truths seemed to be my strong suit lately.

Luke frowned. “Do you think he secretly wants to be together and was just trying to cover it up?”

I almost laughed; after the blowout, I knew Calum definitely did not want to be with me, but this was a nice sentiment. “Maybe,” I answered with a shrug. “I never know what he’s thinking.”

Michael snorted. “None of us do, Scar. We just roll with the punches.”

I feigned a smile, connecting my gaze with Hannah who was overhearing our conversation in the living room. Her frown told me she knew there was more to the story than I’d said, but she knew better than to confront me in front of the guys.

The rest of the day was business as usual. I had a shift at work, then a phone call with the community college about my admission. Hannah and I dialed up a movie and ordered pizza when the guys went over to Ashton’s for the night, and so the two of us had a girl’s evening. Hannah didn’t pry about Calum, but I did admit to her the fight was much more serious. She told me not to worry, he always did this, but it didn’t ease my anxieties.

When I woke up the next morning, Calum was still missing. No one had heard from him, and all their calls went straight to voicemail. The guys didn’t seem nearly as worried as I was, but I forced these feelings down. It’s fine, Scarlett. Besides, he doesn’t deserve your attention. For the rest of the day I forced him out of my mind, distracting myself with work and shopping with Hannah. Luke and I ran errands after dinner, and I was grateful for his quiet, steady friendship. Listening to him tell stories about work made me wonder what it would be like to be with a guy like him as opposed to Calum. Luke was kind and open and incredibly understanding. Calum was mean and closed off and impatient. I still saw Luke as just a friend, but for a minute I let myself imagine a different guy who would actually treat me right.

The end of the second day came, and still no sign of Calum. I knew when I woke up on the third day he’d still be AWOL, and my suspicions were proved correct at breakfast.

“All of his shit is here, he has to come back,” Ashton insisted, joining us for pancakes and waffles that Hannah made. It was a lazy weekend day, none of us having work and deciding to get together for an extravagant breakfast. As I tore at my pancakes with my fork rather than eat them, I tried to believe Ashton. Calum would come back. He’d have to. And when he did, I could confront him and get some answers. Until then, worrying was pointless.

But the pit of nerves inside me only deepened as the hours passed. I faked plenty of smiles and forced a lot of laughs, but still I couldn’t banish the panic I felt. More than that, I missed Calum. Spending every night with someone had felt so good, and suddenly my bed was cold and empty and I yearned for his warmth.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Hannah asked again. She and the guys decided to catch a late movie, and I declined their offer to come. I felt physically sick with worry, and played it off like the pancakes that morning had me nauseous.

“No, I’m alright,” I told her. “I don’t feel well, so I would hate to ruin the movie.” I doubted Hannah believed me, but I knew she wouldn’t nag me any further. I just needed a night to stew and hopefully get over myself.

“Okay,” she said gravely, clearly unconvinced. “Call me if you need anything, alright?”

I rolled my eyes, attempting humor. “Yes, mom.” She laughed and waved goodbye, and when the front door shut I was finally alone.

It turns out, isolation doesn’t do much to help with stress. I could barely pay attention to the TV, and I was so queasy I didn’t even want to make dinner. I just laid on the couch, watching shapes move on the screen but hearing nothing but a gentle droning in my mind. It would be a long night.

At least that’s what I thought. Maybe an hour after the others had left, I heard the door open with a bang. Shooting up off the couch, I heard the stomping of a very disoriented person as they tried to close the door.

“Shit,” the person murmured, and my heart lurched; it was Calum. Slowly making my way over, I folded my arms and prepared myself.

It was Calum. He wore the same clothes as he had on the last time I saw him, but they were considerably more wrinkled and dirty looking. His hair was a mess, and his eyes glinted wildly in the dark. His staggered movements and overwhelming stench told me he was drunk. Finally he got the door shut and leaned against it, exhausted from the effort. His inebriated eyes found mine, swimming with alcohol. I swallowed roughly, the nausea coming on again.

“Scarlett,” he slurred, raising his hands. I saw a beer bottle in one of them, sloshing with dark liquid. Calum’s gaze was shifty, and he struggled to stay standing. He stumbled forward as if to embrace me, and I stepped back. He saw this and pouted, swinging his arms out. “What’re you doing, baby? Didn’t you miss me?”

At that moment, the nausea and anxiety transformed into stone cold fury. I set my jaw, glaring at him. “Where the hell were you?” I demanded. “It’s been three days, Calum.”

“Pssh, relax,” he chuckled, hiccuping. “I just...wanted to have some fun. You’re so wound-up and annoying, so I needed a break.” I ignored his cruel words and closed my eyes, willing my breathing to relax. Calum knew exactly how to work me up in the worst way.

“You reek,” I criticized. “Go take a shower.” Not wanting to be under his scrutinizing gaze any longer, I stormed up the stairs. But he was hot on my heels, and I felt his warm breath hit my neck as I fled.

Attempting to lock myself in my room, I turned to see Calum blocking my door. “Why’re you so mad,” he slurred, eyes rolling. “’S not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” I cried. “You were missing for three days! No one could get a hold of you! None of us knew if you were alive or dead, Calum!” I was furious at myself for reacting this way, but I was more furious at him for brushing it off. He deserved to suffer after making me worry so much.

Calum didn’t reply to my yelling, only slumped against the door and took a swig of beer. He finished the bottle and tossed it out into the hallway, exhaling loudly.

Scowling, I tried to push him towards the bathroom. “Come on, you need a shower.” It took a lot of effort to lead him away from my room, and I finally sat him down on the toilet seat. Flicking on the light and closing the door, I started the shower. Calum watched my movements as I tested the temperature and adjusted the spout. Crossing my arms, I gestured for him to get up.

“You seriously stink worse than a brewery. I’m not talking to you until you shower.” I didn’t even know if he wanted to talk, but he didn’t react when I brought it up which I guess was a good sign.

Sighing, Calum closed his eyes against the harsh ceiling light and leaned back, kicking off his shoes but not moving to take off his shirt or jeans.

His head hitting the wall, Calum’s expression was suddenly very raw and vulnerable. He looked broken, like a little boy rather than a grown man. “It’s my dad,” he murmured, so quietly I almost missed it. “He’s back, and they want me to see him.” The bitterness in his voice hurt my heart; I couldn’t imagine the pain of learning someone he’d despised for so long was back in his family’s life.

He got angry all of a sudden, brows furrowing in fury. “That’s not even all of it. He’s been back for years. My mother has known where he’s been for years, and only now do those bastards tell me. I mean...what the fuck?” He gripped at his curly hair, pulling it out of frustration. His muscles were tense, and I hesitated before approaching. He was like a wounded lion; pitiful and sad, but still capable of ripping me to shreds.

I knelt before him, resting my hand on his thigh. Calum kept his face covered with his fists, breathing hard. I breathed out a sigh, unsure of what to say. “Showering will make you feel better,” I settled on, voice soft. “Come on, get these dirty clothes off.” I felt like a mother helping a little child, and a pang of hurt struck me when I wondered if Calum ever had anyone care for him like this before.

Gently, I helped him lift his arms so I could remove his shirt. Being so close to him made me dizzy, and it was especially painful considering how drunk and angry he was at the world. Calum might have made a lot of mistakes, but his life certainly didn’t make things easy. I felt waves of pain rolling off of him, and as they absorbed into me I had to fight tears out of my eyes.

I tossed his soiled shirt to the floor, throat drying at the sight of his bare torso. His eyes were glazed and looking at the floor, so I slowly grabbed his arm to make him stand. Calum was like a zombie when I undid his belt, holding my breath as I slid his jeans down. Undressing was such an intimate act, and I’d done it a dozen times with him before. But this time, removing his clothes gave me no gratification. Every inch of skin revealed was just more pain, and I stood up at last when he was only in his boxers.

“I think you can handle the rest,” I whispered, preparing to leave him in the bathroom. As I turned I felt him grab my arm, his hand warm and firm. Gasping, he pulled me to face him.

“Don’t go,” Calum begged under his breath, pulling me to his bare chest. He reeked of alcohol and swayed with intoxication. He’s drunk, that’s why he wants you, I reminded myself, tears pricking at my eyes.

“Calum--”

“No,” he interjected, holding me tight. His forehead dropped to my own, our eyes closing as our breathing synced. “Stay. Stay with me.”

Lips parting, I gazed up at his desperate and pleading eyes, knowing full well I could not resist him. So instead of fighting, I pulled my own shirt over my head, never breaking our gaze. He watched me undress, expression full of emotion as I stripped down to my underwear. He went to take off his boxers, and I unclasped my bra.

The shower was hot and steaming. A waterfall of droplets fell onto Calum’s head, wetting his skin and only dampening me slightly. I watched as water beads slid down his chest, making his skin glisten. He held me in his arms and pulled me into his wet body, flipping us so the water streamed over me now. Leaning my head back, I let the rainfall cascade over my face and neck, wetting my hair and leaving crystals of moisture all over me.

Calum’s warm hands slid up and down my body, grazing over my breasts and my hips until he settled on my waist, tilting his head down to capture my lips with his own. This kiss was incredibly different from the others we’d shared; his lips were earnest and gentle, the usual fiery passion now a lulled heat. Soft fingers rested on my cheeks, and I pushed my own through his wet curls. I felt him harden against my thigh, and he leaned back to press his lips to my jaw. I closed my eyes, relishing the wet heat as he dragged down my neck, biting lightly and causing a moan to rise from my mouth.

His strong body pushed me against the shower wall, and naturally my leg lifted to wrap around his waist. This caused my center to spread, and I felt his cock slide against my heat deliciously.

I was breathing hard as Calum sucked on my neck, hands splayed out across his wide back as I pulled him closer to me. One of his hands rested by my head on the wall, the other sliding over my abdomen until he reached where I was aching for him. I felt his palm slide across my core, collecting the moisture there and letting it mingle with the shower water. Moaning, I gripped his hair tighter and sloppily kissed his ear, breathing statically with each move of his hand.

His fingers dipped and circled in my folds, finding my clit and pressing on the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips bucked into his, and I moved my own hands lower so I could reach him. As he worked my clit, I found his cock and slid a wet hand along his shaft, causing his breath to hitch.

“Oh, Scarlett,” he groaned, the words like music to my ears. I worked his length slowly, running my fingers over his swollen tip and feeling him twitch in my palm. As we pleasured each other, our moans twined together and our lips fumbled in a kiss. I was close to my edge, and judging from how stiff he was I knew Calum was as well.

The fact that we didn’t have a condom flitted across my mind, and I leaned back to connect my eyes with his. But what I saw there took my breath away; Calum was looking at me like he never had before. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the steam from the shower, but I swore he was looking at me like I created the whole world.

Exhaling softly, I reconnected our lips, forgetting my inhibitions and wanting only to feel him inside of me. He understood my unspoken desire perfectly, lining up with my entrance. I felt his tip press into me, and almost cried out from the teasing feeling.

Hooking an arm around his neck, I tilted my hips forward so he pressed in even more, causing my eyes to roll back. Calum got the hint, and with one flick of his hips he was inside of me.

I would never get used to the feeling of him. The stretch was unlike any I’d ever experienced, his body fitting with mine like a puzzle piece. The angle was entirely new since we were standing in the shower, and as he slid out of me I braced for the feeling of reentry. Sure enough, when he rocked back inside I felt fireworks of pleasure explode inside my body. Somehow he was hitting even deeper than when we were in bed, and I had to hold on for him for support as he thrusted.

“God, shit,” I cried out, sucking on his ear while he snapped his hips up inside of me. I was barely staying vertical, the feeling too overwhelming as my knees buckled. Calum’s strong hands wrapped under my bum, lifting me up so he could thrust harder and my body weight was pushed against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, inviting him deeper inside of me.

Without the layer of a condom between us, I could really feel him. Somehow I felt closer to him this way, truly connected. No barriers were in the way, and feeling him slide against my walls was a euphoria I would surely become addicted to.

Wet skin rubbed against wet skin, and my nails grazed down the wide expanse of his back. Calum’s breath washed over my face, his lips parted and eyes closed in bliss. I let the pure sensations take over, my mind clear of anything except the pleasure he was giving me.

I was nearing my end as his thrusts increased, and my breasts pushed into his chest as I panted. Calum gripped my ass harder, pushing faster and deeper to deliver us both to our orgasms. One last thrust hit just the right spot, and a tight ball of pleasure evaporated into sizzling bliss that soaked through every inch of my body. Just when Calum neared his end he pulled out of me, letting the spurt of white liquid land on my abdomen. His moans of ecstasy filled my ears, and I clasped his wet body to mine.

We both took a minute to come down from our highs, and finally I opened my eyes to meet his. Calum gently let my feet hit the floor, and I used my hands to steady myself against him. Gazing down at me, Calum pushed a lock of wet hair behind my ear.

Wordlessly, I grabbed the soap and began sliding it across his torso. Calum watched silently as I cleaned him, washing away his pain and letting it spin down the drain. Next was the shampoo, and I ran my fingers through his curls with a frown. Calum kissed my down-turned lips, just a light ghosting of contact, and it eased some of the tension in my shoulders.

We washed each other in the scalding water until we stood clean and rejuvenated. I couldn’t tell if Calum was still drunk, but his expression was definitely clearer than it had been before. I didn’t know how I felt about what just happened; on the one hand, Calum and I were never closer or more open with one another than when we were having sex. On the other, if his drunken haze was the only reason he wanted to do it, then it was meaningless.

Refusing to dwell, I stepped out of the shower after switching off the water. Wrapping myself in a towel, I padded out of the bathroom, thinking that this was it. But Calum only went to his room for fresh clothes before joining me in mine. I was unsure how to feel about this; secretly I was overjoyed, but outwardly I remained stoic. I pulled on a pair of panties and was about to find a shirt when Calum gave me one of his. Avoiding his eyes, I pulled it over my head.

He wore only a pair of sweatpants, and my legs were bare save for the underwear. Tentatively, I slid into bed and pulled the covers tightly over myself. Sensing my trepidation, Calum hesitated before joining me. Naturally, of course, our bodies moved towards each other until I was laying in his arms, curled against his chest and relishing the gentle stroking of his hand on my back.

We must have laid there forever before either of us spoke. I didn’t know if I actually wanted to confront him, or if it was time to distance myself and let him go. But then the sound of his broken voice and the sight of his pain-filled eyes flashed through my brain, and I sighed. I couldn’t let go of Calum if I tried.

Twisting my neck to look at his face, I said softly, “So what are you going to do?” About your dad, I wanted to add, but I knew he understood my meaning. Saying those particular words out loud would’ve hurt even more.

Calum took a deep breath, chest rising underneath my cheek. I curled my fingers around his bicep, worried he was going to flee. But he merely shrugged, eyes staring at some point in the wall.

“Nothing,” came his simple answer. “I don’t want anything to do with them.”

This is what I expected. I didn’t blame Calum for resenting his parents, especially after years of lying to him, but a small part of me still wished he’d see them. It was the part that longed for my own parents, the part that missed them every single day. I would give anything for one last chance to be with them.

“I understand that,” I began slowly, praying Calum wouldn’t react angrily to my suggestion. “You have every right to be mad. But...my parents are dead, and I wish I had one last chance to talk to them. I know it’s hard, but what’s harder is living without them. And it would be nearly impossible to live with yourself if something happened to them and you had turned down an opportunity to make amends.”

While the words hung in the air, I held my breath. This was the only attempt I planned to make in order to sway Calum; if he refused even after hearing this, then I’d give up. Changing his mind was an impossible task.

Calum’s arm tightened around me. A gentle kiss was placed on the top of my head, and I knew this was his way of comforting me. He’d never outwardly give me pity over my dead parents, but gestures like these showed me he was there for me. I nestled deeper into his embrace, drinking in the smell of his skin.

I thought the conversation was over, because a long stretch of time went by. I was on the verge of sleep when Calum’s voice rumbled softly, “Fine.”

Glancing up at him, I knitted my brows in confusion. “Fine?”

His brown eyes were conceding, for once in his life. “I’ll go. But only if you come with me.”

A small gasp left my lips. This was yet another instance of Calum claiming he needed me. I felt a flutter of hope in my chest, the first one in so long. Biting my lip, I ran a nervous hand through my damp hair.

“I don’t know, Calum. They’re your family, and I don’t want to pry or overstep--”

“No,” he stopped me, caressing my face with his hand. I melted into his touch, unraveling under his fingers. “I can’t face them if you’re not there. I need you.”

My heart skipped a beat at the familiar words, but I kept my face neutral. Nodding, I responded, “Okay, I’ll go with you.” Once the words left my lips he pulled me in for a kiss. I happily obliged, savoring the taste I had started to forget over the last three days. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding on to me as if for dear life, but he didn’t need to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere.

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thepropertylovers · 4 years ago

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The First Night I Ever Spent With My Husband

10 years ago on this day, we spent the night together for the first time in PJ’s 600 sq ft house after texting each other for two days straight. How has it already been a decade? At the same time, it feels like it’s been 100 years. Here’s how it all went down…

We had been texting for the past two days and I was a nervous wreck. I had never told anyone I was gay before, and to be honest, I never thought I would. After I told PJ (whom I had a crush on for the past four years) that I was gay, I had these knots in my stomach all day and night, so much so that I couldn’t even eat. I had confided in him, basically a stranger at the time, something I hadn’t told even my best friend or my family. It was an exciting and scary time, but I knew that I was grateful that I had found someone in my small, southern town that I could be honest with.

After coming out to him, and him confirming to me that he was gay, too (after years of speculation on my part!), he invited me to spend the night at his house that he had bought with his ex-boyfriend and renovated himself from top to bottom. They had only broken up maybe three days before, so the wound of recent heartache was still fresh for him. What was going to happen?! I didn’t let my mind fully go there. I was just happy to get an invite to be honest.

I told my mom I was going to spend the night at my friend Zach’s house (a lie I had to tell at 19 years old and still living at home) and she thought nothing of it. I was in the clear. I packed a bag of overnight clothes just in case he really meant it and wanted me to spend the night. Oh! I forgot to tell you. I was questioning everything at this point, and wasn’t even 100% sure PJ really wanted me to come over in the first place. My mind went to dark places like “Is he playing a prank on me and actually going to out me to everyone I know?” and “He has just been entertaining my texts the last few days and doesn’t really even care about me”. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? That’s what years of hiding who you really are will do to you. It can make you question everything and allow your mind to make up crazy scenarios.

But at the same time, I was a skinny 19 year old with tattoos who still lived with his mom. PJ was a successful 24 year old who bought his first house in cash at 22 and fixed up by himself. What did he see in me, I wondered? It felt like it was almost too good to be true. I had spent my whole life dreaming of a life I could live one day, where not hiding who I was wasn’t just the normal, it was the default. I never in a million years thought someone like PJ would be living in my little christian town, openly gay and willing to give me a chance. Looking back 10 years later it’s almost comical, but these were very real thoughts and feelings I had back then.

But back to the night of! I packed my bag, still unsure if I would actually need it or not, told my mom I was at a friend’s, blew off said friend by telling him I couldn’t come out that night (not my proudest moment), and headed to PJ’s little house for the first time ever. After seeing him in passing at our local community college over the years, out in town at restaurants, and maybestalkinghimonMySpace, it had all led up to this moment. I was actually going to the place where PJ McKay ate and slept and called his own. How was this real life? I called him on the way there and, because I had lived in this town forever and knew what was considered the “good” and “bad” part of town, I asked him if we were safe where he lived. He laughed and said he had lived there for two years and never had a problem. For context, the house he was living in cost him $10k to buy. I was worried, but only partially. Nothing, not even a house in a questionable part of town could ruin the thrill and excitement of driving to his home that night. It was, up until that point, the greatest night of my life. What would happen? What would we talk about? What if we had nothing to talk about? My mind was racing now.

I remember how nervous I was and what my expectations were when I walked up to his front porch. I remember feeling like I was about to throw up. I remember wondering if anybody had seen me pull in, or if someone that I knew would recognize my car in his driveway. I was terrified, but also electrified. My heart was racing. We sat on the couch, not very close to each other, but on the same piece of furniture nonetheless. We talked for hours about our pasts, our futures, and life in general. I told him I was bisexual (lol) and that I would probably marry a woman one day. He shrugged and confidently told me that he was gay. He was who he was. He didn’t care.

As the night went on, we decided to watch a movie. “The Jacket” with Adrien Brody. I had never seen it, and maybe he had? I can’t remember, but we put it on and sat there and tried to watch it. We got maybe 15 mins into it before pausing and talking some more. We didn’t have “nothing to talk about” after all. We never finished the movie and, to this day, I still haven’t seen it. Maybe I never will.

At some point that night, his ex-boyfriend drove past his house and, because it was at a dead-end, he pulled in his driveway to turn around. In doing so, he saw my car (though he didn’t know it was mine) and I can only imagine what he thought of the whole situation. I was so scared he would somehow find out the car was mine and tell someone I was there. That was a completely unrealistic scenario (he had no idea what kind of car I drove), but regardless, I was terrified. PJ reassured me he wouldn’t know who’s car it was and that everything was fine. We resumed talking for the next whoknowshowmany hours. Just talking, nothing more and nothing less.

At some point it had gotten to be 3 am somehow and PJ had to be up early for work in the morning. Like 7 am early. It was time for bed. To my surprise and delight, he told me I was welcome to sleep in his bed (!!!!) but warned me that he twists and turns and will probably kick me during the night if I did (womp womp) and that I could sleep in the guest room, but it was up to me. Knowing where my head was that night, can you guess which option I chose? Remember how much of a nervous, question-everything-and-believe-no-one-wreck I was? I took his warning as a sign that he didn’t want me to sleep in the same bed as him, that the night had gone terribly wrong and he never wanted to see me again, let alone sleep together. I chose the guest bedroom.

As you can imagine, I didn’t sleep much that night. I kept asking myself what I was doing there. How did I end up in the guest bedroom of the man I had a crush on for the last 4 years who, after much speculation, actually turned out to be gay like me, and was not only extremely attractive on the outside, but on the inside as well? I secretly hoped he would quietly knock on the door and ask if he could come in and sleep in the same bed. We wouldn’t even have to kiss. Just the feeling of actually sleeping next to a guy that I was attracted to would have been enough for me. I kept checking my phone to see if he had text me asking me to come to his room. After all, we had been texting all day and night for the past two days. Would it be that far off to assume one last good night text would illuminate my phone before I fell asleep?

I never got the text, or the knock at the door, and eventually I ended up falling asleep. I woke up to a quiet, empty house, and still no text. I knew I had blown it. But I remember thinking, as much as I wanted this to work out with PJ and dreamed about what our life could have been like (on the first night! getting way ahead of yourself here, Thomas), just having this one night alone with him, sharing a part of myself that I never had before, was enough for me. If I never see him again, or actually get the chance to kiss him, this was enough.

But then I saw, over on the table, a piece of paper with some scribbles on it, like it was waiting for someone (me) to discover it and read it. But it wasn’t a piece of paper, it was the back of an envelope (a detail that has stuck with me all these years-for some reason I thought it was so cute that he didn’t have a piece of paper to write on so he chose the back of the envelope of an old bill- anything would do, he just had to get his thoughts out on paper) that he probably rummaged around to find before heading out the door. Was I still asleep and dreaming? I thought i screwed everything up the night before. Why was he writing a note for me to wake up to like everything had gone so well? Was he just being nice?

But as soon as I read the letter, my thoughts and fears and doubts subsided and I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this could be something. Maybe this could actually be something after all. Wouldn’t that be crazy? Because what are the odds I would meet someone in the same small town that I hated growing up in and always wanted to move away from? What are the odds that this 24 year old man would be interested in me in the first place? What are the odds that after all this time we would finally meet each other? I still have the letter and read it from time to time when I’m feeling sentimental:

At the risk of sounding too dramatic, it was like all of my dreams were coming true after so many years of believing I would never come out, fearing I would be in the closet forever. Even after just one night, I felt hope with him, a feeling I would feel every day for the next 10 years with him by my side. I felt hopeful that I could finally be myself to those I loved most. I felt hopeful that maybe I could have a happily ever after in a town that isn’t known for embracing those who are different. I felt hopeful that I could finally show someone how much I could love them completely, how much I had to give. For the first time in my life, I had hope, and it was because of him.

For the next few days, we texted each other nonstop, day and night, and tried to see each other, in secret, as much as possible. And then the days turned into weeks, and we would meet in parking lots and just talk (and sometimes kiss), and I would spend the night at his house and we would watch DVD’s on his laptop on his bed because he didn’t have a TV or internet. And then the weeks turned into months and it became clear very shortly that I wanted to marry this man one day. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone and I often wondered how I got so lucky to be able to call him mine, because there are a whole lotta guys out there, and was I going to be a good boyfriend? Was I going to be enough for him? Alas, he still chose me. It was an exhilarating and scary and thrilling and hard and wonderful time back then and looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing a decade later.

I saw him as an angel, a savior of sorts, who found me at the exact right time and saved me from a life of hiding who I was, which is no life at all. To me, he was perfect. And still is. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading about a part of my life I will never forget and cherish deeply.

The last 10 years have been filled with so many ups and downs that I’ve lost count. But the truth remains that PJ McKay helped me to be okay with myself. He helped me to be okay with living in the same small town that I hated growing up in but love growing old in with him by my side. He helped me to come out to my family and friends one by one, never pressuring me or forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do. He helped me to see the world in a different light, to take chances, and to work hard to accomplish my goals. He helped that skinny 19 year old boy with tattoos who still lived at his mom’s house to believe in himself and understand his worth.

My helper. My crush. My realtor. My handyman. My first boyfriend. My husband. Thank you for these past 10 years, Timothy Paul Jasper McKay. What wonderful life it is loving you.

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faulty-writes · 5 years ago

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Ok so, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I’m kinda feeling self-conscious, so if you could write a scenario for Todoroki, with a crush who thinks he likes Momo, because of all the rumours and ships, and so she just keeps her distance because she thinks she isn’t good enough? Maybe you could have someone bring up the ship in class so Todoroki notices her reaction, whatever you want! (please... a fluffy ending... don’t break me) Thank you for being so nice! Love, your shy fan 💜

[Prompt Requests: OPEN.]

[Oh, I love this! I love Shoto so much <3 He is a precious little bean. I hope you enjoy!]

Shoto Todoroki was a rather quiet and observant person. He tended to notice things that others would more than likely be oblivious to, like the nervous ticks you had for example. He had noticed you on the first day of class, for some reason you stood out to him. Given, he thought nothing of it at first. But as time went on and he kept finding himself drawn to you, he began to take note of the nervous little habits you had.

Like how you would brush the invisible dirt off your school uniform when you were feeling left out or had nothing left to say. The way you would bite your lip when you were lost in your own thoughts and the way you'd drum your fingers against the table whenever you were doing homework. But lately, he had noticed your change of behavior. The way you would tense up whenever you heard his name and the angry expression you’d carry whenever Momo was mentioned. At first, he didn’t connect the dots until he heard some of the rumors himself.

He wondered why such things caused you to act this way and he had tried to confront you but it was clear you wanted to keep your distance and he was beginning to get annoyed. Despite everything, you were someone who had caught his interest and once that happened, there was very little anyone or anything could do to change his mind. But now, he was beginning to get desperate and he rarely asked others for help. So that left him to come up with a plan of his own and he was going to put it into action soon.

You knew you were being silly, this whole thing was stupid but you couldn’t help the way you felt. You had liked Shoto for the longest time, whenever you saw him your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks grew hot. But those rumors had been getting to you. The thought of Shoto being with anyone else made you furious and the rumors of him liking Momo, they hurt more than you wanted to admit. Yet it was because of those rumors you couldn’t even stand to be near Shoto anymore.

Why bother when you couldn’t have him? You knew it was partly your fault for not telling him how you felt and yet part of you almost felt intimidated. Momo was a beautiful woman and she had a useful quirk. Unlike you. Maybe it was best to just let Shoto go, push down your feelings until you become a Pro. But you knew that was unrealistic. Especially when you were reminded of him everywhere, even in class.

You had a feeling today was going to be bad, as usual, you walked into the classroom with your head down. Shoto had gotten up from his desk, attempting to talk to you but once again you brushed him off and took your seat. “Did you hear about Momo?” your eyes widened and so the talk began. You curled your hands into your lap. Fingernails digging into your palms as you were forced to listen.

“No, what about her?” “Well, she was caught with Todoroki last night!” “No way really!? I heard they kissed, they must really like each other.” you couldn’t help the growl that came from your throat, your jaw clenching as they continued. “I know they make such a perfect couple! Don’t you agree?” your head snapped up and your hand slammed against your desk. The sound of which echoed through the classroom, you turned your attention to the group of girls that didn’t seem to want to shut up.

“Will you be quiet!?” you snapped, your teeth grinding against each other and though you didn’t care to notice, all heads turned in your direction. “What’s your problem?” one of the girls asked and you scoffed in response. “J-Just shut up! I don’t want to hear …” your lip quivered and your hands curled into fists. “I don’t want to hear stupid rumors, especially about Momo and Shoto.” the last words were muttered and you quickly turned your head away.

Trying to hide the fact that tears were forming in your eyes and your heart was racing despite the heavy feeling that weighed it down. You collapsed back into your desk, still feeling the eyes of your fellow classmates on you, and that included Shoto’s. “Hm.” he brought a finger to his lips, tapping away. The pieces seemed to finally click and he knew he needed to confront you now, there was no more room left for waiting.

You were happy when class ended, mostly because it meant you didn’t have to listen to those stupid rumors for a moment. However, as you tried to rise from your desk. Denki walked over to you with a note. “Hm?” you looked to him before taking the note, “What’s this?” you asked and he shrugged. “Don’t know, I was just asked to give it to you.” the boy explained before leaving with Kirishima and Bakugo.

You looked confused, how could he not know? You unfolded the note carefully and read what was written across it in neat handwriting. ‘Meet me in class 1217.’ you blinked, “Class 1217?” you knew that was one of the classrooms that usually remained empty during school hours and part of you wondered who wanted to meet with you. But you quickly narrowed it down to someone in your classroom and despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You arrived at the empty classroom, a little concerned that the lights were on. “Hello?” you cautiously entered the room, looking around. Where was the person that wanted to meet you? A moment later you heard the door slide open and it scared you. Turning on your feet, your body tensed up before you saw who it was. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, so calm and collected as he shut the door behind him.

“S-Shoto?” you swallowed as you watched those eyes glance at you, “Mmhm,” he replied and took a step towards you. “Forgive me, I did not want to meet like this. However, I found myself without a choice. I was desperate to talk to you.” your eyes widened, he was desperate to talk to you? No, that couldn’t be true. You wanted to believe it was. But, you shook your head. “Why talk to me when you can talk to Momo? I heard you kissed her last night,” you said in a quiet voice.

Shoto frowned, “You believe those rumors?” he shrugged his shoulders, “I suppose that makes sense, I saw how you reacted in class and I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me.” he said as he took another step closer, “Yeah ...well …” you reached to rub the back of your head. “I thought it would be best for you to know, that I’ve also noticed how you’ve been staring at me and the way your cheeks flush when you are around me.” you felt yourself freeze, he noticed that?

“I ...I …” you tried to respond but a gasp left your mouth when you felt his hands on your shoulders and your heart accelerated as you looked at him. “I can only assume that means you have feelings for me and I wanted to let you know that those rumors aren’t true. Momo is a wonderful friend, but nothing more.” it felt like a ton of bricks hit you at once, “B-But ...she’s so beautiful and talented. Her quirk is amazing and I ...I’m not good enough for you.” at least that’s what you thought.

You lowered your head, covering your face with your hands. You knew that was stupid, feeling like you weren’t good enough for someone. Even if you knew that those rumors weren’t true, that didn’t lessen the feeling and you hadn’t expected Shoto to realize how you felt. “I don’t believe that’s true.” another gasp escaped you when Shoto reached down to grab your hands, gently pulling them away from your face. Noticing that your cheeks were dusted pink and somehow it made him smile.

You noticed how warm his hands were and despite feeling shy, you slowly lift your head to look at him. He was still smiling and squeezed your hands. “I believe there is value in everyone and you should not compare yourself to others, I find that you are beautiful in your own way and you have always caught my attention because of that. I believe that’s part of the reason it hurt to see how much of a distance you created between us.” you groaned, glancing away.

“Shoto I ...I know that was wrong to do and I’m sorr-” you looked back only to have your words lost as Shoto pressed his lips against yours. A weak feeling came to your knees and you reached up, curling your hands into his shirt to keep your balance. Your head was spinning, however, you didn’t have a chance to return the kiss as Shoto began to lean away. “If I liked Momo, I wouldn’t have done that,” he said as he dropped his hands from your shoulders.

Your face felt hotter than Shoto’s flames thanks to that kiss and you struggled to find your words. “I ...w-why did you do that?” you questioned as you glanced away. Shoto tilted his head, almost as if he didn't understand the question. But he pulled you in for a hug which surprised you as you found yourself pressed up against his chest. His hands were gently massaging your back causing you to shiver and you could feel the weight of his chin resting on top of your head.

“I know those rumors hurt you, so perhaps we could start some rumors of our own,” he said as he reached down to grab your hand. "Our own?" you questioned, your heart pounding in your chest as you tilted your head up which caused him to move. He smirked as he looked down at you, finding your confused expression adorable.

"Yes, perhaps if you hold my hand. They'll see who I am truly attracted to and who I truly want. In case you need me to clarify, that is you. Not Momo and not anyone those rumors could depict." he said before linking your fingers together and though you were still in shock. You followed him, blushing as you awaited what rumors would spread now.

#Anonymous #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha reader insert #bnha requests

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