#sorry this is such a long reply- there is so much more that i could add but i am cutting myself off or I'd carry on forever

[seungfl0wer]

*𝐵𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑀𝑒*

Pairing: OT8!Vampires x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Polly, Multiple Rounds/Orgasms/Creampies, Biting, Mentions of Blood, Face fucking, Oral(Both), Double P, Light Degrading, Praise, uhm I think that’s it? Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

A/N: oh boy is this long. This is basically a one shot. So I hope you enjoy the little Valentine’s Day treat!

-❤️

Today was Valentine’s Day, the day of love. The day where everything was about cute mushy things. Bleh. You didn’t care too much for the so called holiday however your boyfriends did. They always loved spoiling you and today they could do even more.

They have lived long enough to know some of the best ideas. However for you, they always liked going over the top. Living in a world run but monsters it wasn’t super often that they’d find a human. Nor was it even heard of that they’d ever fall in love again. Living as long as they have they’ve seen love come and go and all swore off of dating all together. That is until little ol you came to them. Car braking down by their house as it rained. You didn’t even get out to ask for help just sat there until they ended up seeing your car.

Chan brought you in offering you a place to stay while they got your car fixed. One thing lead to another and you’ve been with them for a few years now. At first it was more of a roommate situation until you found your way into their hearts one by one. The little things you did for them, or the things you’d say. You really just had them all wrapped around your finger. They never even drank from you, opting to go to blood banks for their supplies. A few slip ups here and there but they were more concerned about your well being than getting a meal.

When you woke up this morning, greeted by the smell of breakfast you were met by a sleepy Jisung curled around you. Minho had knocked on your door bringing you breakfast in bed. “Good morning beautiful, I hope you slept well.” He said smiling at you fondly. He placed the food on a small table in-front of you, not before scooting you over so he could cuddle up to you. “Thank you! It looks so good” you replied.

“Shit I’ll be right back I forgot something” he groaned getting back up to grab whatever he had forgotten. In that time jisung had started to wake rubbing his eyes groggily. “Happy Valentine’s Day gorgeous” he said kissing your cheek. “You know the best way to start your day off right?” He said smiling.

“How?” You said back.

“Let me show you” he said as he moved his body down. He kissed your kissed your neck moving down to your collarbone. He kept going down until he was at your waist.

He kissed ever so sweetly against your hips his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Before you could wrap your head around anything he was pushing your legs apart. Pulling down your panties as he kissed up your leg. He peppered you with more kisses, to your thighs, to your mound and finally to your clit. The sensation made you choke on the small bite of food you had in your mouth. “Ji-“ you whined out softly. He only smirked before licking slowly up your folds. His hands hooking your legs in place so he could get every angel. His wet tongue glided up and down your cunt, lapping at every spot. He nibbled at your clit before he finally pushed his tongue into your now soaked hole.

“Jisung you can’t even let her eat?” Minho said from the door with an annoyed chuckle.

“She can still eat” he snapped back.

Minho rolled his eyes making his way back to you. “His a little horn dog ain’t he?” Minho laughed. “But you are too aren’t you” he said leaning closer to your neck. He kissed it softly his pillowy lips warm against your skin. He cupped your face in one of his hands pulling you into a heated make out session while jisung continued the assault on your sensitive cunt.

Minhos tongue darted into your mouth lapping at your own tongue, swallowing any moans that dared to escape. His hand wondered down your body resting right about your clit. He gave your bottom lip a little nibble before his skilled fingers worked their magic on you. He knew how to get you off so quickly. He knew you like he knew how to breathe, It just came natural to him. He toyed with your clit as jisung messily ate you out. Your body arched off the bed only to be held back down in place with Jisungs strong arms.

“C-close” you said against Minhos lips feeling a powerful high ready to burst from you. Your legs clenched around Jisungs head as they shook.

“Cum for me love, let me taste you” jisung moaned against your cunt.

Minho had other plans though, he pushed down his pants maneuvering himself under you. “No beautiful, I want you to cum on my cock” he groaned.

Jisung didn’t even seem to care as Minho pushed himself into you. Sliding in with ease as to how wet you were. Jisung didn’t stop though, oh no. He started to suck harshly at your clit biting ever so softly. The feeling of being filled so quickly and Jisung ravaging your cunt made your body convulse. Cumming hard around Minhos cock. Jisung lapped at your folds as best as he could. Licking at every drop he could get. “God- need- need you” he moaned out his eyes glossed over as he looked down at you.

“You can take us both right love? Want us both to fuck you?” Minho said below you.

“Y-yes” you stuttered out still recovering from your high.

Jisung quickly rid himself of his pants, almost falling over in the process. He aligned himself to your entrance pushing in with Minhos cock. All three of you let out the most sinful moan at the feeling. They matched each other pace fucking into you in perfect rhythm like they have so many times before. You had a plan of yourself today. You wanted them all to mark you. To leave bite marks anywhere they wanted but you needed them all. Wanted them all.

“Ji- min-minho, I want- I want you both to bite me” you breathed out.

“What? Y/n you can’t say that sort of thing” Jisung whined.

“Please? All I want is for everyone to know I belong to you all. Please. Bite me. Taste every part of me-“ you almost cried.

Jisung was about to say something else before he watched as Minho bit down on your shoulder. The smell of your blood sending him into overdrive. They both were fucking into you deep, their cocks hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Minho!” You screamed as you felt the euphoric feeling of the bite. Minho lapped at the small amount of blood that trickled out before feeling his release drawing near. “Fuck- this is why we don’t feed from you- you just- ah- taste so good” he groaned against your skin.

Jisung leaned down kissing your lips messily before pulling away once more. “Are you positive?” He asked.

You quickly nodded “I’m- I’m so positive” you replied.

Jisung took your hand in his moving your arm to his lips before kissing gently. He let his fangs scrape against your skin before biting down gently. The taste of your blood was to much for him though because as soon as that sweet taste hit his lips. He was cumming, filling you full of his warm cum.

“Jisung- ah- shit- you ass I- fuck I’m cumming!” Minho moaned thrusting deeper into you before filling you just as jisung did. You let out a silent moan body shaking once more as you came again. Your arms flung around jisung pulling him to you as you all tried catching your breath. In the small silence moment your stomach started to rumble making the guys laugh.

“Good job Jisung, y/n’s hungry and it’s all your fault.” Minho teased.

“Sorry love, let’s get you cleaned up so you can finish breakfast yeah?” He said running to get a towel.

—

When you made your way to the kitchen you found Felix making you some of his delicious cookies. “There’s my beautiful angel, how’d you sleep?” He asked flashing you that bright smile.

“I slept well” you replied breathing in deeply “those smell so good” you said making your way behind him.

“They’re still hot so give them a few minutes to cool down ok?” He said.

“But what am I gonna do till then, sit here and drool?” You giggled.

“I mean I could think of something” Felix replied with a little smirk.

“And what’s that?”

With in seconds Felix had you pressed against the counter your loose shirt pushed up. He kissed your neck softly as he spoke “let me make you feel good hmm?” He said as he nibbled your ear. You nodded, pressing your ass back against his already hard cock. “Then I can have cookies” you giggled.

“Yes, then you can have cookies” he laughed.

Felix’s hand roamed up your body playing with your perky nipples as his other hand pushed down his pants. “I love you so much Angel, you have no idea” he said peppering your neck with soft kisses. He pulled back a bit as he saw the bite mark Minho had given you. “Who bit you Angel?” He asked.

“Minho and Jisung, I asked them too. Will you uhm- bite me to you?” You asked.

“We don’t-“ he started to say before you spoke again.

“I know, but I just want everyone to see who I belong to.. so please? Just a little bite?” You said turning your head to look at him.

“Fine.. anything you want angel” he said.

He slid his cock up and down your folds pressing his body against yours. “Anything you ever want I’ll give you” he breathed out before pushing himself into you. Your hands gripped the counter as he slowly moved. He was always so gentle, wanting to take his time with you. He moved a bit faster his free hand now wrapped around your waist pulling you as close as he could get you. He moved looking at your unmarked shoulder “are you sure?” He asked.

“Very- please Lix- bite me” you moaned out.

He hesitated but did as you asked sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The small amount of blood the came out made his eyes roll. His grip around your waist tightened as his speed picked up. He was fucking into you faster and faster. “Lix! Fuck-“ you cried.

“Angel- feel good- feels so good- and you- taste so fucking heavenly I can’t- fuck- fuck-“ he snapped his hips into you hard almost knocking the cookies off the counter. He came quickly, pumping all of him inside you as he let out a low groan against your skin.

The last powerful thrust accompanied by the feeling of his warm cum filling your walls pushed you over the edge. Cumming around his cock that was buried so deep inside you. “That- was hot” Felix said with a light chuckle. “It didn’t hurt did it?” He asked.

“No- felt- felt good” you stuttered. He slowly pulled out grabbing a cloth To clean you up with. He kissed you lovingly as he looked at the mark he had made. “I love you” he said smiling.

“And I love you” he smiled back at him. “Now it’s cookie time” you said making you both laugh.

——

“That’s a dumb idea!” You heard from one of the room.

“She’s gonna love it just you watch” you heard another voice say.

You opened the door slowly peaking your head in. You saw Changbin and Seungmin huddled around something your curiosity getting the better of you. “What are you guys doing?” You asked making them both jump.

“Bunny!” Binnie said smiling. “Hey come here seungmin has a really dumb thing for you” he said laughing.

“It’s not dumb, you’re dumb” he said pouting. “It’s not ready yet but, it will be soon!” He said moving so you could see.

It was a long box that was weirdly shaped with some sort of white foam in it? “What is it?” You asked.

“He made you a dick mold” Changbin blurted out.

“What?” You said confused.

“I made a mold of my dick, and I’m letting the silicone dry now. You can use it when we are away.” He said with a smirk.

“So you made me a dildo of your cock?” You said with a laugh.

“See it’s dumb” Changbin said crossing his arms.

“No no I didn’t say it was dumb it’s just funny.” You replied. “You’re not away now though, so.. I can just use the real thing right?” You said with a smirk.

“Yes! Yes you can! Right now?” He said with wide eyes pulling you towards the bed.

“Wow slow down there puppy” you said teasingly.

But he didn’t wanna hear it. He pushed your body down against the bed. Quickly straddling you before leaning down to kiss you. “Hey that’s not fair I’m here too!” Changbin said making his way over to you two.

“Hey you said my idea was dumb! See where it got me” Seungmin teased. Changbin rolled his eyes before hooking his arms around seungmins waist hosting him off of you. He quickly took his place leaning down to kiss you just like Seungmin did.

“Ass! She’s mine!” Seungmin growled trying to push Changbin from you, but to no avail.

“Gentleman please, don’t fight over little ol me. You can share” you said with a smile.

Seungmin grumbled as he moved behind you, pulling your body to him. Your back resting on his chest. He kissed your neck, Changbin quickly going to take your panties off. “No panties?” He said with a smirk.

“Felix took them off earlier” you said with a chuckle.

“Yeah? One of these marks are from him? And the other two?” Seungmin asked his finger tracing over the bite marks on your shoulder.

“Yes, that’s what I want today. I want you all to mark me.” You said.

“Yeah? Bunny wants to show the world who she belongs to hmm? Seungmins not a nice biter though” he teased.

“He’s right for once. Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeees.” You said.

Changbin let his hand run up your legs, his fingers finding your clit. Your body jumped at the feeling. Your clit already sensitive from the morning. Seungmin chuckled against your skin as he kissed your neck. “Lift your hips for me” he asked. And you did just that lifting your hips up as he aligned himself to your entrance. “Gonna let us ruin this perfect pussy?” He said as he moved his tip up and down your folds

“Y-yes- fuck yes please” you whined.

“Such a needy little bunny” Changbin said with a smirk.

Seungmin grabbed ahold your hips pulling you down onto his cock. “Fuck I’ll never get tired of the feeling of being inside you- so- so fucking warm” he groaned.

“My pretty bunny, open that mouth for me yeah? Let me use it” Changbin said now standing beside you cock in hand. You nodded opening your mouth as he asked. He slowly glided the head into your mouth head falling back at the feeling. You took him in and out as seungmin fucked into you fast.

Seungmin grabbed ahold of your head “come on love, you can suck him off better than that.” He growled pushing your head further down Changbins length. “Shit- ah- fuck bunny-“ changbin moaned out his hands coming up to stop seungmins movements. However you agree with Seungmin you could do better. You could be making him see stars. And you will. You bobbed your head faster taking all of his length into your mouth. His hands rested on your head, gripping onto your hair as if to ground himself.

Seungmin picked a spot to mark you, slightly above Minhos. Closer to your neck. He dug his teeth into you a bit harder than the rest making your eyes roll back. You were so close to coming just at that feeling. Seungmin lapped at the blood that pooled around the marks eyes blowing out at his grip on your hips tightened. His hand came down to toy with your clit giving it a harsh slap as he fucked into you like he hated you.

You were moaning loudly around Changbins cock the vibrations sending him into overdrive. He started to fuck into your mouth faster chasing after his own high. “Fucking hell you taste so fucking good” Seungmin hissed. His eyes caught a glimpse of Changbin who was barely holding back his release. He smirked at the thought that crossed his mind before grabbing your head once more. He pushed your head quickly, taking all of changbin back your throat.

Bins legs shook at the feeling cumming back your throat. He let out a low groan holding onto your hand tightly as his hot cum dripped down your throat. He glared down at the younger man before pulling away from your mouth. He kissed your lips softly, kissing down your body to your chest. He smirked biting down at the top of your breast. Your body shook once more from the pleasure not realizing how close your high was till now. You came hard around seungmins cock making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- love- ah-“ he moaned out before cumming deep inside you with a whine.

“You did that on purpose ass!” Seungmin whined loudly.

“Yeah well now we’re even.” He said. Before coming up to you to cup your face once more. “Are you ok bunny?” He asked grabbing you a glass of water he had. You nodded sipping on the drink. “Never- better” you chuckle.

——

“Hey beautiful we are gonna go out for dinner later. I think innie has something he wants you to wear.” Chan said from the door of your room.

“Oooh I’ll go see him!” You said with a smile.

You made your way to his room Chan following behind you to see your reaction.

“Perfect y/n you’re here! I got this for you! I wanted to match for our dinner tonight.” He said with a smile.

“That’s so sweet” you said making your way to him to hug him. “Want me to try it on?” You said grabbing the cute outfit he had picked. He nodded eagerly.

They both watched as you undressed but something quickly caught Chans eyes. “Princess, who’s been biting you?” He said concerned.

“Oh! I asked them too! I really- uhm- well I really want you all to mark me! So I can show them off y’know?” You said becoming a bit shy at the way he was looking at you.

“I see.. and you still need a few huh?” He said a grin growing across his face.

You could only nod the feeling of his eyes making your heart do flips. “I guess it’s me and innies turn huh?” He said moving closer to you.

“I- I- uhm-“ you stuttered out.

“Princess use your words, tell me. Tell me how badly you want us to put those pretty marks on you.” He said his warm breath fanning against your neck.

“So- badly” you gulped.

“Let’s give Princess what she wants innie?” He said looking over at the boy who already had a tent growing in his pants at thought.

Jeongin hovered above you now, his free cock slowly sliding up and down your cunt as he kissed your chest. Chan stood beside you cock tapping on your tongue. “Open wide princess” he said with a smirk. He pushed his cock back your throat hitting the back almost instantly from his size. Jeongin continued to rut against your cunt moaning against your skin. His eyes met where changbin had marked making his head go fuzzy. He slipped into you accidentally making him moan loudly.

“Fuck- fuck- warm- so warm” he moaned against your skin. His hips moved back and forth sloppily. No rhythm just fucking into you desperately. Chans hand cupped your face as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. “Gonna make innie cum already” he chuckled.

You glared up at him before twirling your tongue around his sensitive head. His hips bucked on their own a low groan slipping past his lips. “Fuck- Princess-“

Jeongins head was reeling he was close already but he wasn’t gonna cum just yet. No. He still needed to leave a mark on you. As he kissed your breast, tongue twirling around your sensitive nipples. He bit down, sinking his teeth around your breast making your body twitch in pleasure. The taste of your sweet blood met his tongue and he was gone. Fucking into you quicker his big hands gripping onto your waist leaving marks. “That’s it- fuck- take it- take all of me- gonna fill you- s’full” he cried.

His high hit him hard cumming inside you as his body shook. Your hands came up grabbing ahold of Chans balls, massaging them the way he loved. His eyes rolled back as you took control. Bobbing your head fast as you sucked the soul out of him. His hands reached out to grab ahold of your shoulders. Only giving you more purpose to keep going. Then you remembered something biting slightly down around his shaft. Enough he could feel it but not enough for it to hurt. With no warning to you or even him he was cumming quickly. Shooting his hot cum down your throat as his body shook just like jeongins.

Jeongin who was still slightly moving, moved hand down to play with your abused clit. He moved his pretty fingers fast. Chan pulling out of your mouth to finally let the moans fall. He gripped your neck pushing your head slightly to the side to dig his teeth finally into their spot. The mixture of the bite and jeongin had your body arching. Broken moans falling from your lips as you finally came.

Chan quickly went to get something to clean you up with coming back only to find you curled up with Jeongin in bed half asleep. He couldn’t help but smile “you got an hour before we have to leave” he said wiping you off. “Oh and by the way, that was evil. You know I like that to much” he said laughing.

——

The dinner went great, you all sat down at a nice restaurant talking about memories and fun times you had spent with one another. When you finally got home later Hyunjin had a surprise for you. He led you to the bathroom where he had the tub full, flower peddles decorated the outside. Candles lit all around and slow soft music playing.

“I thought we could- just relax together.” He said smiling shyly at you.

“Hyune this is so sweet” you said pulling him into a kiss.

You two quickly got into the warm bath, Hyunjin pulling your body close to his. “I love you” he said kissing your neck.

“I love you too” he said sighing with content.

You both layed their in each other embrace relaxing as you listening to him breath. It was so calming. The sound of breathing was removed by the sounds of soft moans leaving his lips. He moved his hips up slowly his cock resting perfecting between your thighs and warm cunt.

“My love, can- I?” He asked breathily behind you.

“Please” you responded.

He moved his arms around you holding you tighter as he positioned himself better. Cock head resting at your entrance. “I still need one last mark for it to be complete” you said smiling.

“Don’t worry I have the perfect spot my love” he said before pushing in slowly.

The feeling of him finally sitting so snugly in you had your head floaty. The warm water accompanied by his warm presence was a lot already. He had just gotten inside you and you felt like you could cum already. He rocked his hips into you slowly at first only when he heard you moaning did he speed up. His hand caressed your body as he fucked go into you. His lips leaving sloppy kisses to your skin.

His hand wondered lower playing ever so softly with your clit. “My perfect angel” he said softly. “I’m gonna leave the perfect mark on you” he said and with that he was biting your neck. A bit further back from view but enough to see. The taste of your blood sent shockwaves through his body. Moaning at how tight you got from the bite. “My love, you look even more beautiful with all these marks” he groaned. “I can tell you like it” he whispered his hand moving faster over your clit.

“Feels good- you feel good” you moaned out.

“Yeah? Gonna cum with me?” He said turning your head to look at him.

“Close” you moaned.

He nodded as to say he was to before pulling you into a kiss. His thrust were becoming sloppier but somehow better.

He was hitting so deep inside you, just ready to pull your orgasm from you.

He moaned against your lips “I’m gonna-“ he choked out before cumming deep inside you. His arms gripped tightly around you trying to somehow pull you closer. He felt your body shake as you came with him keeping to your words from earlier. He kissed you lovingly once more holding you close to him. “I love you so much” he said sweetly.

——

The night ended with everyone cuddled up in the huge makeshift bed they crafted. Watching tv as everyone relaxed for the night. “You know princes. Maybe it’s time we do the other thing you’ve always wanted?” Chan spoke.

“Really! You mean it!” You said excitedly.

“We all talked about it. And I think it’s time. If you still want to that is.” Chan said.

“Of course I still want to! That means I’ll be with you forever and ever!” You said feeling like you were about to cry.

They all smiled happily at your words. “Alright princess, tomorrow. We’ll do it. We have a whole plan” he said.

What a perfect way to end the day, knowing that tomorrow. Tomorrow they’d turn you like them and you’d live your life with them forever.

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[downbad4sylus]

“Don’t you have other friends…?”

part 1

synopsis: Sylus goes on another business trip so you decided to spend the weekend in Skyhaven with Caleb. Everything is great, until it isn’t.

content: sylus x afab!reader; use of Y/N; established relationship; big caleb cameo; caleb acts like caleb; mentions of injuries; teeny tiny baby zayne cameo; angst; mostly proofread

tags: @miffysoo @pinky27freak @rcvcgers @worshipthecrow @aikonecrosis @blorbohunter @wandering-spirit-1383

word count: ~4.8k (sorry)

a/n: so this is a continuation/part 2 to “come to drug my girlfriend again” with a much bigger caleb cameo. not sure if i’ll be adding more to this or not, but in the meantime i’m working on a purely-sylus-nsfw fic bc this latest event has me feral lmao

Knocking softly on Sylus’s office door, you waited for his reply of “come in” before entering. He sat in his chair, as casual as always, glancing up from his papers to watch you approach.

“Why do you look so nervous?” he drawled, leaning back and crossing his arms.

You were nervous.

Sylus was leaving on another business trip tomorrow and would be gone the entire weekend. You really didn’t want to be alone the whole time, so you reached out to Caleb to see if he was free, and it just so happened that he had the weekend off.

But telling Sylus…well, you weren’t sure how he would take it.

Sylus had never gotten mad at you, had never so much as raised his voice. Even when you were fighting—which wasn’t often—he would remain calm and collected, not at all fazed if you were yelling. You didn’t think he’d yell at you now, but he wasn’t exactly happy when he found out your childhood best friend had drugged you.

“What’s the matter, kitten?” Sylus asked, pulling you from your swirling thoughts. He grabbed your hand between both of his and traced soothing patterns on your palm. “Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. “I’m going to Skyhaven while you’re gone,” you said, “to hang out with Caleb.”

His fingers froze, and you caught the minute twitch of his brows. “Don’t you have other friends you can hang out with?”

“Tara and Greyson are away for a weekend together so Zayne is picking up the slack at the hospital. Xavier is out doing whatever sketchy shit he refuses to tell anyone about. Rafayel is in another country for an art exhibition. And Simone and Andrew are holed up at the Association working on modifying weapons.” With each friend listed, Sylus’s brows drew closer until there was a deep crease between them. “But Caleb has the weekend off and said I could come spend it with him in Skyhaven.”

Sylus closed his eyes, inhaling through his nose, and you stayed silent as he processed this information. He knew you would’ve already bought train tickets, not that he would be able to convince you stay in Linkon—or even at the base—regardless.

“Y/N,” he said finally, opening his eyes to fix you with a hard stare, “the thought of you alone with him for an entire weekend, while I’m gone, does not sit well with me.”

You opened your mouth to defend your decision, but pressed your lips together when he held up a hand.

“I wasn’t finished,” he admonished, but his tone was soft, gentle even. “I know how much it means to you to spend time with him, so I’d like to propose a compromise.”

“Okay,” you breathed. “What’s the compromise?”

“For the sake of my sanity, I can be agreeable to you going as long as you answer my texts or calls in a timely manner so I know you’re okay, and you let me know what you’re doing so I don’t think something’s wrong if you don’t answer me right away.”

Considering the circumstances, you didn’t think Sylus’s requests were unreasonable. In fact, you loved the idea that despite being busy with business, Sylus would still be texting and calling you.

So you nodded excitedly. “I can do that, absolutely.”

He visibly relaxed, squeezing your hand as he whispered, “Thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to his brow. “It’ll only be a few days.”

Sylus huffed. “It sounds like you aren’t going to miss me, sweetie.”

“Not one bit,” you teased with a wide grin.

His red eyes darkened with a dangerous glint. “No?” He rose from the chair, now towering over you. “Well,” he sighed, fingers grazing your cheek, “I guess I’ll just have to give you something to remember me by.”

—

Stepping off the train and onto the platform in Skyhaven, you adjusted the collar of your shirt, hoping it still covered the hickey Sylus had left on your neck. He was a biter, and last night was no different. You had to give him credit, he said he was going to give you something to remember him by and he delivered on that promise. You chuckled to yourself, trying and failing to ignore the delicious soreness between your legs.

You fired off a text to your boyfriend, letting him know you’d arrived at your destination. He replied within seconds, saying he was glad you had a safe trip and to let him know when you got to Caleb’s.

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped in the direction of your name, finding Caleb waving excitedly as he jogged to where you stood on the platform. You smiled at your childhood best friend and met him halfway.

Caleb pulled you into a tight hug, one you returned, happiness flooding through you at seeing him again.

“How was the ride?” Caleb asked, pushing you back by your shoulders. His gaze caught on your neck, his eyes narrowing slightly as sense of possessiveness flared in his chest.

“It was fine,” you said, oblivious to his reaction. “A normal train ride.”

Caleb smirked, his expression smoothing. “Good to hear. You hungry? We can grab somethin’ to eat on the way back to my place, unless you want me to cook for you.”

Your smile widened. “I want you to cook for me!”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend can’t cook as well for you?” he teased, cocking his head.

“Caleb!” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Please don’t start, I just got here.”

He laughed, throwing his arm over your shoulders and tucking you against his side. “I’m kidding,” he insisted. “I know no one’s food is as good as mine.”

You shook your head, but did not disagree with him, something he noticed right away. “Can you make chicken wings? I haven’t had yours in so long.”

“Of course, pip-squeak. You mind if we stop at the store to get the stuff I need?” He started steering you away from the platform toward the exit.

“Not at all, it’s been a while since we last grocery shopped together,” you said. “Remember when we were little and I lost you and Gran in the store?”

Caleb chuckled. “Yeah and you started cryin’ so loud we heard you from a couple aisles over?”

You laughed too. “Hey, you probably wouldn’t have found me otherwise.”

He jostled your shoulders. “You know I wouldn’t have left that store without you.”

You peered up at him, finding him already staring down at you with such fondness it made your heart squeeze. “I know, Caleb.”

Caleb kept his arm around you until you reached his car where he finally released you in order to open the passenger side door. You gave an exaggerated curtsy before you got in, Caleb’s laugh still audible even after he shut the door. As he rounded the car toward the driver’s seat, you pulled out your phone and updated Sylus on your plans.

Going to the grocery store to grab some stuff for dinner. How’s business?

His reply came shortly after Caleb slid into, and started, the car.

Whats for dinner? and business is fine boring as always without you here.

“Who are you textin’?”

“Hm?” You looked over at Caleb. “What was that?”

“I asked who you’re texting,” he repeated. “You’re smilin’ at your phone all weird.”

“Weird?!” you exclaimed. “I am not!”

“Are too,” he taunted. “Are you gonna answer my question?”

You dropped the phone into your lap with a huff, Sylus’s text still unanswered. “If you must know, I’m talking to Sk—um, Sylus.”

It was still strange calling Sylus by his real name to someone who wasn’t a part of his inner circle, but you knew better than to use his alias in front of Caleb.

“Been apart for a couple hours and you’re already textin’?” Caleb asked.

“We text all the time, Caleb,” you said, lifting your phone again to respond to your boyfriend.

Caleb’s making me chicken wings. I’ll send you a picture when they’re done. I miss you.

Sylus sent an emoji of a dove cuddling a crow.

Miss you too sweetie. i look forward to seeing your dinner later.

As you texted, Caleb’s grip on the steering tightened until his knuckles were white. It hurt him to think that you wouldn’t be giving him your undivided attention during your visit, and well, he just couldn’t have that. He’d have to come up with a way to solve this little problem of his before the weekend was over.

—

You decided not to send Sylus the picture of your chicken wings until after dinner since Caleb seemed to tense up every time you so much as touched your phone.

Dinner was delicious though, and you were happy to have shared the meal with Caleb.

The day had gone well, the two of you reverting back to your old ways, teasing and joking with each other like no time had passed.

Your heart was warm as you strolled into the bedroom you called your own at Caleb’s house, the one that was once his. You unwrapped the towel around your body, having just gotten out of the shower, and changed into comfy clothes. Caleb was showering now, then the two of you would settle in for the night to watch a movie. You took this opportunity to give Sylus a call.

He picked up after the first ring.

“Sweetie.”

Your face split into a grin. “Hey Sy.”

“All done for the night?” he asked.

“No, Caleb and I are going to watch a movie but I’m waiting for him to finish up in the shower so I figured I’d check in on my super important, big bad businessman boyfriend.”

Sylus snorted. “Super important, huh? I would much rather hear about your day, sweetie.”

“No, uh uh, you first. You know you can’t get away with that anymore,” you admonished.

“Fine, fine,” Sylus sighed, though you could hear his amused smirk through the phone. “It wasn’t all that exciting. I sat through a day full of meetings, keeping myself entertained by texting my beautiful girlfriend. Then earlier tonight I went to an auction where I bought you a few pieces for your growing jewelry collection. And now I’m talking to you.”

“That all sounds exciting to me,” you said, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “Are you tired? I know how meetings during the day can exhaust you.”

“I’m okay,” Sylus murmured. “I’ll sleep for a few hours before I’m back in more meetings.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, please.”

“I won’t, sweetie. Now, it’s your turn, tell me about your day.”

You inhaled through your nose. “Well, Caleb and I went grocery shopping after he picked me up from the train station. We hung around for a little once we got to his place before we started dinner.”

“Oh? And did you help make dinner?”

You giggled. “No, you know I didn’t.”

Sylus chuckled. “You are a terrible sous chef.”

“Hey! You love it when I’m your sous chef!“

Caleb knocked loudly on the bedroom door. “Pip-squeak! Are we gonna watch a movie or what? I already popped the popcorn.”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” you yelled.

“Go watch your movie,” Sylus said softly. “Text me before you go to bed, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I love you, Sy.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Thanks for calling.”

“Of course, I’ll text you later.”

Caleb was waiting for you in the hall, as if he had been standing there listening to your call with Sylus (he was).

“How’s your boyfriend?” he asked, the picture of innocence.

You rolled your eyes at him and headed to the living room. “He’s fine, thanks for asking.”

Caleb scoffed. “Yeah, nooo problem.”

You whirled around and punched his right shoulder.

Caleb, feigning hurt, gripped his shoulder. “Ow Y/N, I think you broke it. You’re gonna have to take me to the hospital now.”

You laughed and punched him again.

“Oh that’s it.”

You squealed as Caleb reached for you, barely dodging his fingers before breaking into a run to avoid being caught. He chased you around the living room and into the kitchen where you two got in a stand off on either side of the island.

“Caleb stop!” you cried as he mirrored your every move. “I thought we were watching a movie!”

“You’re the one who assaulted me, pip-squeak,” Caleb protested, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’m sorry okay?!”

Caleb crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re sorry?”

You raised your palms in surrender. “Yes, so sorry, I shouldn’t have done it. I take it all back.”

“Hmm.” Caleb tucked a contemplative hand under his chin. “I guess you seem sorry.”

You stretched your arm across the island, pinky first. “Pinky swear.”

Caleb flashed you a conspiratorial smirk and locked his pinky around yours. “Okay, you’re forgiven.”

“Yay! Can we go watch our movie now?”

“Yeah, come on pip-squeak.”

—

Sylus’s texts grew more infrequent the following day, and you knew it was because his worry was assuaged knowing your first night was without incident.

You were a little relieved, not because you didn’t want to talk to your boyfriend but because Caleb had made several comments about you being on your phone too much. He even went as far as to say Sylus was “breathing down your neck.”

“He’s just making sure I’m okay,” you had shot back at him. “You haven’t exactly given him reason to trust you, Caleb.”

Caleb couldn’t argue that. And maybe if he were in Sylus’s position, he’d be acting the same way. Worse, actually, he’d be acting much worse.

It was the only tiff you two had gotten in, and it far from ruined the nice weekend you were having.

Today, Caleb took you out to show you around Skyhaven. You went sightseeing and shopping, making Caleb carry your bags which he did enthusiastically and without complaint. And you decided to end the day with a nice dinner that Caleb paid for, the two of you now making the trek to the parking garage Caleb had parked in earlier that morning.

“I can take one of those bags, you know,” you said, eyeing the three bags hanging from Caleb’s right forearm.

“It’s no problem, I’m fine to carry them,” he insisted, shooting you a wide grin. “You really didn’t buy that much.”

“Can’t have a million bags to bring on the train with me tomorrow,” you quipped.

Caleb chuckled. “No of course not, that would be highly inconvenient.”

“I’d look like a lunatic!”

“Now that’s a little dramatic, pip-squeak.”

“I’ve never been dramatic a day in my life.”

Caleb abruptly stopped walking and just stared at you for a few seconds before bursting into hysterics. You followed suit, laughing so hard you doubled over.

“Okay, stop, stop,” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t breathe.”

That only sent Caleb into another wave of laughter, clutching at your arm as if he needed to ground himself.

It took at least ten minutes for you and Caleb to calm down, both of you leaning against the wall of a nearby building, trying to catch your breath.

“Ah man, I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” said Caleb, wiping tears from under his eyes.

“Yeah me too,” you said, looking up at your childhood best friend. You grabbed his left hand and squeezed. “I’m really happy you’re back Caleb.”

“Y/N,” Caleb breathed. “I’m really happy I’m back too—“

Your Hunter’s Watch chose that exact moment to start frantically beeping. Your heads jerked toward the Metaflux fluctuation mere yards away.

Caleb dropped the bags he was holding and pulled out two guns from underneath his jacket.

“I didn’t bring any weapons, give me one of your guns,” you said, holding out a hand.

“I can handle this, just stay here,” Caleb retorted.

The Wanderer appeared, sending any nearby people scattering.

You grabbed his arm, stopping him from advancing any further. “Caleb, I’m a Hunter, now give me a gun.”

Caleb leveled you with a hard glare, looking more like the Colonel than your best friend. “Stay. Here.”

He wrenched his arm from your grip and strode toward the Wanderer.

“Caleb!” You moved to go after him only to have the weight of his Evol surround you, keeping you locked in place. “Caleb!”

He didn’t answer, didn’t so much as turn around and acknowledge you. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest. How could he do this? How could he, after everything, still treat you like a little girl he needed to protect? You were hurt and frustrated and regretting ever coming to Skyhaven in the first place.

And worst of all, you knew you could never tell Sylus about this.

A second fluctuation formed close beside you.

“Caleb!” you screamed, desperately trying to get his attention. Again, he didn’t even turn his head. “Shit. Shit.”

The Wanderer appeared, its focus zeroing in on you.

You struggled against Caleb’s Evol, crying out for his help, but your pleas went unanswered and the Wanderer attacked.

As Caleb sank the killing shot into the Wanderer he was facing, he heard it. The sickening crack followed by your agonized shriek.

He whirled around and the world slipped from under his feet.

There you were, your shoulder obviously dislocated, and the second Wanderer backing away from where it had slammed into your side. Pain twisted the expression on your face and Caleb felt it as though you had grabbed hold of his heart and crushed it in your fist.

This was his fault. You were hurt because of him.

“Caleb.” His name was a broken, desperate sob from your lips, begging for his help. Begging him to let you go.

He did, releasing the hold his Evol had on you and you collapsed to the ground, holding your ribs with your uninjured arm. Caleb made quick work of the Wanderer then rushed to your side.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, where does it hurt?” he asked, his hands hovering over you, not knowing where to start.

You resisted the urge to cringe away from him. He didn’t mean for you to get hurt, you knew that, but if Caleb had just let you fight then this would’ve never happened.

“Okay, okay, I’m going to pick you up and we’re going to get you better. Okay, pip-squeak?”

You bit your lip and nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Caleb swept you into his arms with as much gentleness as he could manage, but it didn’t stop the wave of pain that crashed through you. Your bags were forgotten as Caleb made a break for the parking garage.

—

You ended up passing out in the car on the way to Caleb’s house, the pain just too much for you to handle.

Caleb, who luckily had some medic training under his belt, was able to assess your condition. Your shoulder was dislocated, and he was pretty sure your ribs were at least bruised, at worst cracked.

By the time you regained consciousness, you were laying in bed with Caleb sitting beside you. His eyes were full of guilt and concern, the two battling for dominance within the purple hues.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing the hair from your face. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched your eyes closed. “It hurts Caleb.”

“I know, pip-squeak, I’m so sorry.” When you didn’t respond, he sucked in a deep breath before saying, “I set your shoulder while you were unconscious, does it feel any better?”

You shifted your shoulder. It still hurt like a bitch, but it felt better now that it was back in the socket. “Yeah,” you managed with a nod. “Thank you.”

Caleb huffed a humorless laugh. “Don’t thank me, I’m the one who got you into this mess.”

“Caleb, please, I know you didn’t mean it.”

He shook his head.

You really didn’t have the energy to fight with him right now, to convince him of the intentions behind his own actions. “Do you have my phone?”

Caleb went rigid, his gaze hardening. “Why? So you can call your boyfriend?”

“Yes, Caleb,” you hissed. “Unless you want Sylus to come break down your door.”

He laughed again, a chilling sound. “He isn’t going to break down my do—“

Caleb was quick to eat his own words at the sound of his door being broken down at that very moment.

“Y/N?!”

You couldn’t help the relief that flooded through you hearing Sylus call your name. You never doubted for a second that he wouldn’t stay true to his word in coming for you if he thought you were in trouble.

Caleb, however, looked like he could commit murder.

You tried and failed to grab Caleb’s sleeve as he rose from the bed and marched out of the room all together.

Caleb didn’t think the several missed calls and dozen unanswered texts on your phone would lead to the head of Onychinus busting down his front door. Though perhaps Caleb was naive to underestimate Sylus and the lengths he would go to for you. If he weren’t the obstacle keeping you from Caleb, he might have had some respect for the snowy haired man currently seething in his living room.

“Where is she?” Sylus growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

“She’s resting,” Caleb said simply.

Sylus huffed, unamused by the Colonel’s response. “Let’s not make this more difficult than it already is, Colonel.”

Caleb’s eye twitched. “What are you even doing here?”

“I’m here to take my girlfriend home because you clearly cannot be trusted to be around her,” was Sylus’s reply.

It only made Caleb angrier that Sylus wasn’t so much as raising his voice. As if Caleb wasn’t a threat but a mere nuisance getting in Sylus’s way.

The weight of Caleb’s Evol emanated from him like an aura as Sylus’s black-red mist swirled around his fists.

But before the two could break into an all-out brawl, you stumbled into the living room.

“Stop, both of you please stop,” you pleaded.

Sylus’s red eyes lit with fury upon seeing you. You hadn’t answered him because you were hurt. He was going to kill the Colonel for this.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked, his tone noticeably softer when speaking to you.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, we just ran into some Wanderers on our way home from dinner. The fight got ugly,” you explained.

Sylus knew you better than anyone though, and he knew you weren’t telling him the whole truth.

“What did you do to her?” he snarled at Caleb, taking a step toward him.

Panic sluiced through your veins at that minute movement from Sylus, knowing he wouldn’t be letting Caleb off so easily this time.

So you did what any normal person would do in this situation.

You broke down in tears.

Sylus’s entire focus shifted to you and he was at your side in an instant. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his hands capturing your face so tenderly it made your heart ache. “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?”

You shook your head. “I want you to stop fighting.”

His brow buckled. “Sweetie, you’re hurt because of him, you know I can’t just let that go.”

“Please!” you cried. “Please stop, Sy, I can’t have the two most important people in my life hating each other. I can’t handle it!”

Sylus tucked you into his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll stop, but you’re coming home with me.”

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his shirt. “Okay.”

“I’ll go get your bag. Don’t move.”

Sylus pushed you back and sat you on the couch, kissing your forehead before striding for the room you’d been staying in, not sparing the Colonel a glance.

Caleb had stood stock-still during the entire exchange, staring with wide eyes and an aching heart. The way your body melted into Sylus’s with the simplest of touches, the way your expression eased when he kissed your head. It was awful. It was so unbearably awful.

When you were left alone, he stumbled over to you as if in a daze.

“Pip-squeak,” he muttered, “don’t go.”

Your eyes, full of anguish, met his. “I’m going Caleb,” you whispered. “It’s the only way to keep you both from killing each other.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” he protested, collapsing onto the floor in front of where you sat. “I promise I wasn’t.”

You hung your head, defeated. “It’s too late. What’s done is done.”

Caleb was desperate. If you left, would he ever see you again? Would your stupid boyfriend forbid you? Or would you not want to be near him?

He grabbed your hands. “Please tell me you’ll come back.”

“Caleb.”

He stared up you with such profound sorrow. “Please, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you.”

“You aren’t going to lose me,” you assured. “We just need to let things settle for a while, okay?”

Caleb was abruptly pulled away from you, Sylus having returned from gathering your things and dragging Caleb by the back of his collar.

“You lost the privilege of being near her,” Sylus said, matter of fact.

Caleb snapped to his feet and slapped Sylus’s hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t touch her,” Sylus hissed.

A fresh wave of tears poured down your cheeks. “I said stop fighting!” you wailed. “Sylus can we please just go?”

“Of course, sweetie. Can you walk?”

You nodded, holding onto his arm with our one good one for support as you stood.

You said nothing to Caleb and he said nothing to you as Sylus walked you out of his house. You didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. Sorry didn’t cut it, even if you assured him it was okay. All he wanted to do was protect you, to prevent you from getting hurt and yet it was his fault that you had. It was his fault you were led out of his house by your boyfriend, leaving him behind.

Maybe he deserved this. Maybe it was karma for leaving you and still expecting you to welcome him with open arms once he came back. How could he possibly make it up to you now? How could he possibly convince you to love him when it was Sylus swooping in to rescue you?

This wasn’t how this weekend was supposed to go, and Caleb had no idea what it meant for his future with you.

—

“I know you aren’t going to like it when I say this, but I don’t want you going back to Skyhaven.”

You sighed, fidgeting with Sylus’s fingers as you both lay in his bed. “I don’t like it, but I also can’t blame you for saying it.”

Before returning to the base, Sylus had first taken you to Akso Hospital where Zayne looked you over. The doctor ensured that your shoulder was properly set and put in a sling, as well as determined your ribs were in fact bruised, and not cracked or broken. He sent you off with a prescription for painkillers and a treatment plan, knowing full well that Sylus would take care of you.

“Next time I have a business trip, you’ll be taking time off and coming with me,” Sylus said, brushing his lips along your cheek. “It’s so much better when you’re there anyway.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “Then I can pick out my own jewelry at the auction.”

Sylus chuckled. “I’ll buy you anything you could ever desire.”

He’d also make you forget about your childhood best friend, who seemed to be far more trouble than he was worth. Though Sylus knew better than to say so aloud, but made his silent vow nonetheless.

You turned your head and placed a chaste kiss on Sylus’s lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, sweetie?”

You kissed him again, more earnestly this time. “For everything, Sy.”

He drew back, wanting to look you in the eye as he said, “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N.”

—

Caleb’s phone buzzed and it took every ounce of effort for him to pick it up.

I forgive you, Caleb. We’ll talk later this week, okay?

Your text nearly brought the Colonel to tears.

okay, pipsqueak :)

He gripped his necklace tight, and read your message over and over again until it was burned into his retinas so, even with his eyes closed, he could still see it.

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You called him Haiba, not Lev, because you didn't want him getting the wrong impression. There were only a handful of players, all seniors along with you, that you called by first name-- he plainly held the most animosity toward them.

Of course, you weren't ignorant to his little attachment.

It took the form of him grasping at straws to find something to talk to you about, usually in rushed attempts between warm-ups. Or asking you obvious, sometimes repeat-questions about ailments he hypothetically did or did not have. Or, when the team went out for morale events, he worked like a dog to sit or stand next to you.

You once asked him: "Haiba!"

"Hm?" His attention was fully captured, his attempt to receive forgotten. The ball rolled past him on the floor and his teammate across the gym groaned, "Yes-Yes ma'am?"

That wasn't your intention, to distract him. You sighed and picked the ball up. A handful of new members called you 'ma'am' but Lev was by-far the worst offender.

"You have any sisters?"

"I do!"

He looked like he was about to tell you his entire life story, so you threw the ball back at him and urged him to keep practicing, instead.

Maybe that had something there. It could connect with how he didn't take as easily to the senior guys on the team. If he wasn't accustomed to handling dude-dynamics with brothers, it made sense that he might seek the comfort of a somewhat-familiar presence, like a sister.

Still, that idea didn't hold much weight when you considered his time playing competitively in high school. He spoke about the friends and experiences he made there with fervor and excitement. He got along with guys. He wasn't shy, he wasn't reserved, and he didn't have problems speaking up.

Your curiosity got the better of you at one of your team outings.

The local bar on the square was packed on a Friday night. The team barely got seated, but once you were all comfortable, it was a rowdy and fast kind of evening that zoomed right through decent hours. You were all buzzed already from the restaurant you walked there from-- the idea to 'keep it going' was indulgent, and probably your first mistake.

Kuroo took the seat right next to you like he had at the last spot, but laughed, capturing your attention, and stepped back down.

"Oops! Sorry, Lev! That's your spot buddy, my bad- my bad," He cackled, and brushed the seat off for him.

It was only kind of a joke. You blushed, forearms prickling up, at the looks and snickers it generated from the rest of the team.

Lev took too long to decide if he should sit there. Kuroo shimmied into the seat across from you with a smirk.

"Just- just sit down," You pulled the chair out more so his legs would fit, and lowered your voice to something nicer, "Lev, don't mind that dumbass."

You were left to smooth it all out, as usual.

The guys often joked, in his absence, and on occasion right in front of him, that he had an obvious crush on you. You didn't like to entertain it, because it made things super awkward. Somebody had to put their foot down, or else the whole team would get too unprofessional and potentially mean-natured to the new guys. You found yourself advocating for him, giving every excuse to call it something else. Lately, you were married to the sibling idea.

Lev sat down, but slow, and armed with an odd look.

All you paid notice to was how he didn't need to jump or climb up the way you did, to get into the tall, narrow chairs.

The waitress came around, already horribly busy, and you helped her by facilitating some semblance of focus amongst your friends.

You patted the table, leaning all the way over Lev, to get Yaku's attention, "Hey- hey! What do you want?"

"Oh! Uhhh- rum'n'coke, please,"

Thankfully, it spurred a string of just rum and coke orders down the length of the two tables you had corralled together. You sighed, rubbing your face, at how stupid they all got when they were together and tipsy. You got three orders of jalapeño poppers for the table and had to forbid anyone else from revising theirs, after hearing such a great idea.

You also ordered something incredibly strong and tipped her well.

Then, it took a while to relax. Kenma helped, seated on your right- you watched him play Mario Kart on his Switch and sipped on your water. But you could feel Lev's weird, fresh energy, and wished Kuroo had stayed. You had three years of goofing around with him, and now he was all the way across the table. This place was too loud to hear much of anything, so you were barred from a lot of easy-to-make conversation with old friends.

The food, the drinks, and the three pitchers of beer they ordered, couldn't come fast enough. It took about seven levels of playing for your orders to start floating around the table to their designated owners.

12 guys + 3 baskets of jalapeño poppers = 20 seconds of frenzied grabbing, followed by 2 minutes of silent seething and burned tongues for the rest of the night. You grabbed five and placed them on a napkin, to eat on slowly.

Lev was already done with a tall glass of Michelob Ultra.

"Are you kidding me?" You watched in shock and awe as he wiped the foam from his upper lip and set the empty thing down.

"What?" He laughed, "Those are spicy!"

They, almost certainly, were not spicy. His tolerance must have aired more on the 'lighter' side. That went largely ignored, though, as you watched him pour a second glass with perfect angle and precision.

His arms were long and could reach far into the center of the table, especially if he leaned forward. You subconsciously began to catch up with your own drink, eyes glued to the way his lats were visible through his shirt as he pulled his glass back in.

You squinted at the face he made when he sniffed the rim of it.

"Do you like beer? Or--,"

Lev couldn't hear you. He leaned in with an amused grin, and you caught a whiff of something that smelled good enough to make you smile a bit.

Some of his hair brushed your cheek from how close he got to listen.

"Do you like that stuff? Or are you just drinking it to look cool?"

When you pulled away, he was staring at your yummy drink held close to your mouth- then your nose, and back up to your eyes. He closed the distance again.

"You think I look cool?"

You laughed and pushed his shoulder back lightly- he laughed, too, and shrugged, "I mean- if it's working, yeah!"

Anytime you wanted to talk, you would look at Kenma, then down at his game, and eventually lean towards Lev, instead.

The way he looked at you made you all warm and fuzzy. Like he wanted to hear what you had to say soo badly. He was eager, and jumped at the opportunity to get close, to feel your voice brushing by his warm ear, a light touch on his arm, or his leg.

The night was a crash course in what kind of person he was. You learned a lot about him.

"Ohh! Oh! An older sister!" Your eyes lit up, your hypothesis confirmed at last. Lev nodded with a big grin, no idea why that made you so happy. But you didn't smile much at practice, so he didn't pry.

You pushed yourself up and slapped a hand in front of Kuroo, hard, on the table. He was grinning as you pointed a stiff finger at him.

"I told you!!"

"I'm sure you did!" He yelled back with a laugh, "What the hell are we talking about?"

As you sat back down, Kuroo caught Lev staring shamelessly at your ass. He snapped his fingers at him like he was trying to get a puppy's attention. You didn't realize that's what he was doing.

"He has an older sister!"

Kuroo rolled his eyes. This hill you were going to die on was getting excavated as you preached, so confidently, that it was your unmovable mountain. But- who was he to take away your beacon of hope? Dance on the dirt mound all night. He'd help you out of the mud in the morning, because you were his friend. And he thought your little quirks were funny enough to entertain.

Blind to the very argument against your excitement -Lev, staring hard down through your 'going out' top- you explained, "That's why! Kuro- you were dead wrong!"

Kuroo's belly-laugh was not what you were after.

"Oh- ohhh fuck! You're too cute- ahaha! You really are!"

You crossed your arms. Lev gulped down another glass, a needed endeavor, to be buzzed enough to keep talking to you. Talking, or yelling, rather, to Kuroo had already lost its novelty because he could never just let you be right, for once.

"Yooo!! Lemme get some of those!"

Yamamoto's hand was already in your reserved stack of food.

You swatted it away, hard.

"Fuck off!"

He retracted right away, faked a sob, then yowled- it was nothing in volume compared to the bustle of the noisy bar.

Lev hummed next to you. It sounded like a word, so after you were done laughing at Yamamoto, you turned your attention over and felt a fun whoosh as your vision lagged. You blinked for a long second, and set your drink down with a giggle.

That was officially enough.

"What did you say!" You asked Lev.

"What!" He yelled over the music.

You giggled and pulled on his shirt at the shoulder hem to get him to lean closer. His grin was horribly handsome, his engrossed eye contact so cute, and you found yourself unable to stop your giggles. You rested your warm forehead on his shoulder.

He smelled good. Like a pricey, foreign cologne. You were still gripping his sleeve.

Out of all the guys here, none of them were as cute as Lev right now.

That handsome smile was back on his face, "You called me Lev earlier!"

You were confused, for a moment. What? When? Why?

An incomplete excuse, if you had ever heard of one, "Must've been- uhh, well, I think Kuro called you Lev, so-!"

When you let go of him, you missed the feeling. Your fingers were cold and wanted to hold something, so you picked your drink back up and finished it. Only after, when it all went to your head, did you realize you had already decided not to do that.

Kuroo startled you when he spoke at you from behind. You quickly fell back into your never-ending string of giggles at how silly it was.

"You want anything? I'm starting a tab!" He asked you over the music.

The sound of that appealed to you, but you knew better.

"I'm- whew-- Yeah," You laughed, and rubbed the top of his hand, nodding, "I'm good-I'm good! Don't give me anything."

Kuroo lingered for a few breaths, analyzing you from over your shoulder, then directed a mean squint to Lev.

"You tell her to keep up with you?"

It was a far reach and a confusing question. The pretty boy's hesitant head shake pissed him off a little more than it should have.

"Make sure she drinks water," Kuroo announced to him, within earshot, and rubbed your shoulder again with a goodbye-pat.

He stayed a few seconds longer, looking for the best route to get to the bar, then directed his attention back to Lev. His hard grip was a painful on his shoulder, purposefully squeezing him. A warning.

"You wanna stare at'er all fuckin' day, then let her get this drunk? I know what you're doing," Was a vicious, eerily quiet, mutter.

"Don't be a prick," He shoved him, just a little, when he walked past.

In reality, it was just a bit of misplaced concern. Lev turned his head, thoroughly intimidated, tracking Kuroo all the way to the bar.

"Um-,"

His nerves seemed to fall away when he looked down at your pretty smile, how you were still finding everything a bit too funny. Plus, your body was really getting to him. Maybe it was because you kept touching him.

Again, he had to lean down far to speak to you, "(Y/n)? Uh... Kuroo- he isn't your boyfriend, right?"

Regardless of sobriety, you would've laughed really hard at that. Your hands gripped around his arm; this time, unnecessarily, and enough to make his blush strong and vibrant.

"Oh my God! No!"

Lev laughed with you, lightly, with eyes still on Kuroo, far away.

"Ohh, this is gonna sound so terrible-," You laughed under your palm, debating on whether on not to keep talking, but Lev gave you this 'I wanna know so bad' look, and you just couldn't stop yourself, "But he's not my type. Not at all."

An incredible wave of confusion took over his pretty features.

"He's too smart for me- it's kind of, I dunno, like-- I wanna call the shots, do all the thinking, y'know?"

It's not that Lev identified as being dumb, but the proclamation made him hard, and simultaneously view you as more capable. He didn't know the first thing about girls, but you seemed to know enough for the both of you.

Transfixed, he nodded along, halfway-listening to you ramble, halfway-focused on flexing his arm for you.

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Conner and the weird neglected Black!reader relationship is hella one-sided; the reader can't comprehend someone liking them or even being attracted to them. The truth is, they’ve been isolated and neglected for so long that the idea of anyone giving them attention literally scares the reader. They just don’t know how to act. I mean, the reader was a victim of minor bullying, with boys or girls at school saying, “You’re cute,” just to laugh in their face, leaving the reader feeling undesirable and unattractive. So, just the idea of someone like Conner liking them is absolutely insane. But they don’t pick up on it at first; they take it as him just being sweet and friendly or not getting social cues. In reality, he’s trying every single game in the book to get them to date him. It’s like Conner is playing 4D chess while you’re over there playing checkers. Conner does everything for you to like him. He’ll read your favorite comics, play your favorite games, and watch 500 episodes of One Piece for you. If you don’t vibe with his punk look, he’ll change himself for you as fast as possible. He’ll go casual or nerdy—anything you want. You’re the puppeteer, and Conner’s the puppet, pulling his strings, making him dance and controlling his every movement. Till, you get bored. You’re the only person who gets to call him Kon-El, even though the meaning behind the name is absolutely heartbreaking. But when you see it, the name means something entirely different; it sounds sweet, kind, and loving, making the true meaning fade. That boy is your biggest fan, stalking every last one of your posts on social media. Still, his thumbs can’t scroll anymore, but when he confesses his feelings to you after that night in the entertainment room, you think he’s joking, like a whole prank crew is going to come out and laugh at you, and it breaks his heart. He would never do something like that to you, and he proves that he truly has feelings for you by kissing your doubts away. The two of you try your best to keep your relationship under wraps, but the Batfam finds out fast, thanks to one Wayne family fan posting a pic of you and your favorite test tube baby sharing a kiss before he’s off on a mission. The Batfam is pissed; I mean, you could do so much better, and they get seriously jealous of Conner and how you treat him sometimes. He throws it in Tim's face that you wear Superboy merch and not Red Robin merchandise, and it really ticks him off. Overall, Conner and the reader's relationship is pretty cute but also kind of toxic—Conner a full-on yandere and the reader slowly turning into a yandere over time. A match made in a laboratory, really.

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| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Pathetic, adorable Renjun (as it should be). Tit sucking. Lots of tit sucking. Jerking him off. Noona kink. Overstimulation.

| wc: 2.5k

| aurora's notes: give me 10 minutes and a strap, i can get him preg--

There weren’t many times when you were out late and Renjun beat you home for the evening. Of course, if you had it your way, he would have been the prettiest house husband on Earth, but he liked to work, and you supported his career as an idol, so you were patient in waiting for the day he would finally leave the spotlight behind in order to let you take care of him. In the meantime, he looked after you. Financially, that was. In most aspects, you actually took care of him, and that was the way you both preferred it because it meant when he came home late after a long day of rehearsals, you could help turn his brain off; so you could understand his disappointment when he came home after a rough day to find that you weren’t there waiting for him like usual. He texted you to ask about your whereabouts, and you replied thirty minutes later that you were stuck at work but you were racing to finish up to see him as soon as possible. Renjun pouted. He had a rough day, all he wanted was you… He even looked so pretty just to seduce you, yet you weren’t there. He huffed and sat on the couch.

When the front door did eventually swing open an hour later, Renjun had already moved to the bedroom to lay down while scrolling on his phone— Still pouting to spite you— so you had to play a short game of hide and seek around the house in search of him. Not on the couch… Not in the kitchen, snacking… Ah, the bedroom.

“Don’t you look handsome,” you cooed from the doorway as you reclined against it with your arms crossed over your chest and a smile creeping on your face.

Renjun wanted to be upset with you. He tried his absolute best to keep staring at his phone and not give into your perfect smile or the way he knew you were ready to ravish him after seeing his outfit of the day. He had a photoshoot during the day, so they did his hair and makeup all pretty, and he asked if he could “borrow” the outfit they put him in since he loved it so much and wanted to take pictures in it before returning it to staff the following day. They obliged. Little did they know that it wasn’t for pictures, it was for you. His long blonde hair was straightened, they put red eyeshadow in the inner corner of his eyes, sparkly red blush on his cheeks; and all of that was to compliment the red silk blouse he was wearing. The V-neck drooped low to show the entirety of his sternum which you loved so much. When he rolled over to “ignore” you, his shirt moved enough for you to see one of his pecs and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you said coolly.

Renjun still didn’t acknowledge you.

“My pouty baby…” You pushed yourself off the doorframe in order to enter the bedroom and approach the bed. The closer you got, the more you earned Renjun’s attention with quick glances out the corner of his eye. “Did you miss noona that much today?”

Renjun readjusted himself to be faced away from you even more as you crawled up beside him.

“Long day?”

He vaguely nodded.

“Rough day?”

He nodded some more.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You took a hold of his shoulders in order to turn him to face you. “Want noona to make it better?”

He kept trying his best not to give in, and you found it admirable to some extent, even when his gaze turned down to your own outfit, something you had changed into in order to impress him and make it up to him when you knew you were going to be late. As if you hadn’t been staring at his chest, of course Renjun looked at the boob window cutout in your shirt, putting on display his favorite things in the entire world: your tits. The thought of ignoring you flew out his head at the same time his phone fell out of his hands so that he could turn himself to face you completely with his cute, pouty eyes— But not because he was upset with you anymore, but because he did indeed need you desperately.

“Noona.” he croaked.

Ah, it was just too easy to get him wrapped around your finger. In a blink of an eye, he was trying to sneak his hands into the boob window so that he could feel you up, and in return, you snuck your hands under his red silk shirt to feel his soft tummy.

“Noon…”

There was barely any time to finish his thought before his lips were on yours. He tried to fight for a little bit of dominance, as if he would ever win that battle, so of course the second you reached up to tug his blonde hair with one hand, he whimpered and surrendered to you, allowing you to take the lead completely. You chuckled against his lips. All that pouting and for what? He just needed some attention, which you were more than happy to give him when he was all dolled up for you— Well, you would always spoil him regardless, but the fact that he looked so cute and luxurious, and like the type of house husband you wanted him to be, how could you ever say no to that?

In order to get both of you more comfortable so as to take care of him properly, you began adjusting him slightly. Still kissing, you brought him onto your lap. He laid down, his back resting on your thighs, his legs tucked up a bit so he could try to keep your hand on him as it was glued to his stomach under his shirt. You weren’t going to go anywhere. You were happy as you were, rubbing his tummy, moaning into his mouth, and letting him tug at your shirt. He wanted you to pull it off so he could see more— So he could feel more. Of course you obliged by pulling away from your kiss to give yourself enough room to remove your shirt. Renjun squirmed on your lap. He was already getting hard, and with his legs tucked up, it was easy for him to rub his thighs together to create enough pressure and friction to help relieve some of his neediness.

“Let me help you out, baby.”

You pushed his knees down semi-roughly. Renjun looked up at you with those adorable big eyes of his as you undid his black silk pants expertly with just one hand.

“Noona,” his gaze trailed back down to your chest, “can I?”

“Can you what, baby? Use your big boy words.”

He whimpered quietly upon hearing you say that. “Can I… Can I suck on them?”

With a proud snicker, you nodded before removing your bra with the same expertise that you used to undo his pants. “Are you gonna be a good boy now or are you gonna keep pouting?”

“I’ll be good, noona, I promise!”

You believed him. So as your bra slid off your shoulders, you didn’t protest when he immediately leaned in to latch onto your left nipple, his eyes slowly falling shut in euphoria as he let out a moan simultaneously. You threw your head back against the headboard. His mouth was so wet and warm… and his tongue felt so good while swirling around the bud… And when he sucked, you felt your head spin.

“Just like that, sweet boy.”

And to reward him, your efforts in opening his pants became of use when you snuck your hand under the waistband of said pants as well as his underwear in order to wrap your hand around his shaft. His hips jolted upright with a muffled moan of complaint.

“Are my hands cold, baby?”

He nodded against your breast.

“Warm it up for me.”

He moaned happily at the thought, no more protests erupting from him when you began stroking him slowly so as to encourage him to keep sucking on your nipple. Poor thing was always so needy for you. He could pretend otherwise as much as he wanted, but his body would inevitably tell you the truth, which was that he needed you every second of every day. The more you did things like this to him, the more he genuinely considered the thought of leaving the spotlight behind just to stay at home for you. He could imagine it perfectly in that moment as he switched to your other nipple. Him waking up to eat you out before you had to get ready for work. Him making breakfast for you as you showered to wash away the scent of sex. Him seeing you off to work before spending his day cleaning, walking around the city aimlessly, lounging around the house thinking about what he would do next to impress you. And his favorite part— The thought that got him so horny he bucked up into your hand again— was the idea of you coming home every single day just to lay on top of him and fuck him. Every single day. Without fail. Kissing him as you would ask about his day, jerking him off as you asked where he wanted to go on vacation next, sliding your strap into him as you asked if he really, truly, deeply loved you. He did. He did! More than anything in the whole world, he loved you so much that it made him go crazy.

“No, no, you can’t be close yet,” you warned him as your hand slowed.

Renjun pulled off your chest for a moment to argue, “I wasn’t!”

“I know you better than that.” Your free hand went back to his hair and you wrapped your grip in it so that you could tug just enough to prove you were still in charge before guiding his mouth back to you. “You have a tell, baby. When you get close, you start panting and your hips roll left to right instead of up and down, and your nose starts bouncing like a bunny’s.”

He immediately went to hide his nose from you, but you smacked his hands away.

“I want to see my pretty boy.”

When you went back to jerking him off fast, you released his hair in order to play with his silk shirt again, your palm running over his clothed stomach which was perhaps one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and like a cat, he only allowed people he really trusted to touch it. You specifically had unrestricted access to it. Whenever you wanted, you could simply pet his stomach while cuddling or whenever he had a stomach ache or even when he was on the verge of cumming and just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“P-please,” he begged against your nipple.

“Not yet.”

He turned his body into yours in an attempt to get your hand to slip off his cock so that he could have a moment to catch his breath, but he wouldn’t be able to escape you that easily. If he wanted to get all dolled up then pout at you, he could withstand having you torture him for a few minutes. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive tip which was leaking pre-cum against his silk pants and your hand. At first, he jolted again in response to the sudden surprise of overwhelming pleasure, but the second time you went for it, Rejun tried his absolute best to prevent himself from giving you the satisfaction of another pathetic reaction. He sucked harder on your nipple to keep himself from moaning. That just wouldn’t do. So you continued to bully his tip with your palm.

“W-wait—”

He lurched forward to curl himself up into a ball, but your movements didn’t waver. Through his mouth which was still loosely latched onto you, he panted to bear the torture, but it wasn’t enough, so he flicked your nipple with his tongue and used one of his hands to pinch the other. It felt good… Really good… But what was more entertaining to you was the way he was squirming and whining so pathetically you thought there was no way you’d ever be able to let him leave the bedroom again, not when you needed him all to yourself.

Renjun whimpered with his eyes closed. “Please, noona, I’ve been good.”

“I know, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for noona, but I just want to have a little bit of fun, okay? I’ll let you cum soon.”

The ‘good boy’ comment had Renjun spiraling even further into subspace than he already was. Good boy. He wanted to be your good boy. Only your’s. No one else’s. He wanted to spend the rest of his life curled up on your lap, playing with your tits, begging to cum because he knew how much you enjoyed babying him and seeing him so desperate for you. He liked giving you his full attention and handing over every ounce of control he had. For that, you could show some mercy.

Holding the back of his head with your fingers laced through his soft blonde hair, you made sure he held steady as you quickened your pace jerking him off to the point your arm felt sore, yet you couldn’t will yourself to slow down for a moment to rest because Renjun was on the brink. He was gasping your wrist desperately with one of his hands like he had a chance to convince you to keep going. You looked down at how pretty he was in that outfit of his with his eyes still closed and your nipple in his mouth. His cock twitched in your hand suddenly. The desperate thrusts in the air began swaying side to side, his breath was hot against your skin as he panted, his grip on your wrist and his fingers pinching your other nipple all tightened, and his nose began bouncing like a bunny’s.

“Cum for me.”

Renjun moaned against you as he did just that. His cum came out in pent-up spurts which stained your hand and his silk pants, but that didn’t deter you from helping him ride out his high. Even then, once you knew he was done by slumping on your lap and trying to release your nipples, you continued to play with him. Renjun squirmed some more. He tried to escape you again. How had he not learned yet that it was futile when you had him there in your arms with his cock still pulsing with desire.

“You think you can do one more?”

Renjun shook his head and stuttered, “Please, noona, please, it’s too much, I can’t—”

“Try for me, my good boy.”

He started nodding within an instant with little spirals in the reflections of his eyes. Yes, noona. Anything you say, noona. Still, it was too much for him, but instead of protesting it all, he tried to be on his best behavior for you by switching nipples again. You looked down to see you were red and swollen— You’d probably be sore in the morning. But you would rather be sore after having him suck on your tits all night than have them go neglected for so long.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, combing your fingers through his hair.

The whines continued with a quiet, “Too much,” being mumbled against your chest every few seconds.

When the dwindling remnants of his orgasm faded and the euphoria of being overstimulated passed, you were quick to notice and finally give him the relief he asked for. As your hand slid off his wet cock, Renjun slumped again, this time permanently. Your grip in his hair guided him off your tits and up to your lips so you could swallow the last of his moans he had to give before he would eventually fall asleep in your lap. 

Your lips lingered against his as you asked him, “Do you feel better?” As he nodded, you chuckled slightly. “Still mad at me?” He shook his head and you ran your fingers through his hair one more time, easing the tension on his scalp. “Good boy.”

Renjun leaned up to kiss you again. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

He wanted to plead with you to never be late again because he didn’t know how to live without you— But he stopped himself short because if the two of you could make a habit of this reward whenever you were late, Renjun could somewhat tolerate it. For you.

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Across the Room

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader

Summary: You didn't really want to go to the party, but you were glad you did.

Word Count: Over 730

Warnings: Love and lust at first sight, tension, slight feels, Destroyer!Chris (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The party was in full swing when you arrived, music pounding through the speakers as you made your way to the basement bar. Grabbing yourself a drink, you felt the lively energy flow through you when you looked around. A few people were dancing, and others were scattered in small pairs and groups, laughter and chatter spilling over. You recognized just about everyone, and you didn’t plan to stay long, but it would’ve upset your best friend if you didn’t make an appearance.

“There you are!” Shauna yelled, nearly knocking the drink out of your hand when she went in for a hug.

“Here I am,” you smiled. You could smell the liquor on her breath, and she’d probably make you do at least one shot to catch up a little. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you showed. All that matters,” she said over the music.

You sighed inwardly. Parties like this used to be so much. Drinks flowed, excitement felt contagious, and nights felt endless. Something changed along the way. The more parties that ended with you going home by yourself made you realize how lonely you were. There was no one to wake up beside you in the morning, and no one came home to you at night. It hurt.

One thing you refused to do was settle. You wouldn’t just drive yourself into the arms of someone you knew you shouldn’t be with just to take away the loneliness for a night. You just wondered when things would turn around.

As if by some divine voice who heard your heart crying, you turned and locked eyes with a man across the room. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen and they pulled you in. If you drowned, your dying words would’ve been to thank him. Everything made sense, and nothing made sense at all when he softly smiled.

“Who is that?” you asked, still tangled up in his stare.

“Oh, that’s Chris. He’s new to the area,” Shauna replied, giving you a gentle shove forward and making some of your drink spill over this time. “He’s totally checking you out, so go.”

He kept smiling when you glided across the room. No one seemed to touch you or block your path, almost like they knew not to interfere. And as luck would have it, there was an open spot right beside Chris. You expected half the party to be vying for his attention, but maybe they were put off by him being an outsider or his dangerous aura.

It drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey,” you breathed.

“Hey,” he smirked.

His eyes were somehow brighter up close. Your fingers itched to reach up and trace his goatee. Glancing down, you spotted a few rings on fingers and wondered what they would feel like grazing or digging into your flesh. You managed to give him your name and hoped he was sticking around, but he had his jacket on like he wasn’t planning to stay long either.

“I’m Chris,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours in lieu of a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” Taking a swig, his eyes went to your lips when you licked a drop away. “You’re new around here.”

“I am,” he confirmed, your stomach twisting in a delightful knot as his eyes swept over you. “Not a bad place, but I don’t know my way around just yet. Wouldn’t mind showing me sometime, would you?”

It thrilled you that he asked, but you didn’t want to appear too eager. “I may be able to do that.”

“May?” He raised an eyebrow. “How can I turn that into a ‘yes’?”

“Step outside with me so we can talk away from the noise and I’m sure you can find a way to convince me,” you smiled, knowing full well you’d show him all the best spots and hidden gems.

He smirked and took a swig of his own beer. “Lead the way.”

Slipping your hand in his, you winked at Shauna watching across the room. The voice in the back of your head said not to rush into his arms just because you felt an instant connection, but you had a good feeling about him. Even if you didn’t take him home tonight, there was always tomorrow.

And for the first time in a long time, you were glad you went to a party.

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I love the stuff you write on namgyu! I was wondering if you could write something like a jealous namgyu x reader? Maybe reader has something going on with one of the players and namgyu finds himself cursing at it daily, he finds reader and whatever player kissing at night and he decides to do something about it? I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. :( 💓

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ALLIES AND ENEMIES

warnings ── jealousy? dae-ho and reader are exs

word count ── 3.6k

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"you okay?" you asked dae-ho, your gaze lingering on the small bloodstain on his shirt.

"uh… yeah," he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "nothing a marine can't handle." he smiled, his tone light, though the smile didn't quite hold. it was an awkward kind of conversation, after all.

"that's good," you replied curtly, still smiling. "well, uh..." you trailed off.

"do you wanna stay and eat with us?" he interrupted, glancing toward the group he'd played the pentathlon with. "young-il's a bit grumpy, but he's nice enough when—"

"thanks, but no." you shook your head, already thinking about your own grumpy team, who were probably watching from across the room. dae-ho's gaze flickered for a second. "i think it's better if we keep our distance."

he nodded slightly. you'd talked about this before, and you were right. these were life-or-death games—you weren’t about to team up with your ex. if what they said was true and only one person could make it out in the end, maybe the best you could hope for was that the other got taken out before either of you had to watch. as cynical as it sounded.

"okay… take care," he said, still a little unconvinced but knowing it was the best option.

"yeah," you muttered, turning to walk over to thanos, se-mi, min-su, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu on the other side of the room.

you weren’t sure what was weirder—playing children’s games to survive or running into your ex here. you and dae-ho had dated a long time ago, back when you were in high school and could still afford to dream.

now, you couldn't afford anything, really. that’s why you were here.

you and dae-ho had ended on good terms—high school ended, he enlisted in the marines, you went on with your life, which clearly hadn’t ended well for either of you. you’d almost not recognized the scrawny boy you left behind when you ran into him at the games. but even though you didn’t love him anymore—if you ever had, you were seventeen—you still cared. a lot.

he was a good person. so you’d resolved to check in on him when you could. and keep your distance. just in case.

"hey," you said as you reached your group, plopping down on one of the stairs where they were eating.

"heyyy," thanos said in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you frowned.

"what?" you asked, though you had a pretty good idea.

"oh, nothing, nothing." thanos smirked, glancing at min-su. "right, min-su?"

min-su shook his head frantically, eager to go along with whatever thanos was up to. thanos dapped him up while you rolled your eyes.

"you know him?" se-mi asked, resting her head on her palm, looking at you without much interest. she pointed toward dae-ho with her chin.

"uh, yeah." you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.

"you shouldn't talk to him." nam-gyu spoke up, not even looking at you—just staring at dae-ho in the distance, his tone flat and dismissive.

"why? he's a friend," you huffed. as far as you were concerned, any ally in this place was a good thing.

nam-gyu just turned his head away further, like talking to you was too much effort.

"i bet he's more than a friend," thanos said, clearly entertained.

you frowned. "well, maybe if you didn't bet so much, you wouldn't be here," you shot back, annoyed—though you weren't sure if it was because he was right.

gyeong-su scooted closer. "how do you know him?"

"uhm, we dated for a bit..." you started, but nam-gyu cut you off.

"great. that's exactly what we need," he muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turned to him sharply. "and what's that supposed to mean?"

he still wouldn’t look at you, calmly turning his whole body the other way.

"isn't it better to have allies?" you asked, looking around at the group for back up.

"sure," nam-gyu finally said, standing up and meeting your gaze. "maybe just not ones you’ve fucked."

and with that, he walked off toward the bathrooms—or god knows where. you didn’t care, as long as he disappeared from your sight.

you were shocked, but not exactly surprised. he'd been like this ever since the games began. sometimes, one could almost believe he cared about you—or something close to it. the way he always kept an eye on you, always stayed close during the games. but that was only sometimes, and it had to be a false impression, because the rest of the time he did nothing but pester you.

especially whenever you talked with dae-ho.

he’d been lucky enough to witness your reunion, and though he hadn’t said a word about it until now, it was clear he wasn’t amused—far from it. every time you checked on dae-ho, or so much as looked at him, nam-gyu’s mood seemed to darken, if that was even possible.

why? you weren’t sure. dae-ho had never even spoken to him, yet nam-gyu seemed insistent on keeping him out of sight. you'd understand if dae-ho had tried to sabotage your group during the games, started a fight, anything—but he hadn’t. not once.

maybe nam-gyu was just too paranoid for his own good. maybe it was the drugs.

but if you thought it was bad, that was just the beginning of it.

it started small. a little comment here and there. a sarcastic remark when you walked back from talking to dae-ho. a passive-aggressive glance when he caught you looking his way. nothing big, nothing worth fighting over.

then, it got worse.

like the way nam-gyu started questioning your every move in the games, as if checking in on dae-ho made you a liability. like the way he made sure you were always next to him when plans were made, like he didn’t trust you on your own anymore.

nam-gyu saw things differently than you did. he couldn't afford you getting distracted during a game and getting yourself—no, the whole group—killed. he told himself that was the only reason his blood boiled the way it did. because dae-ho was a threat. and what if you decided to switch teams and go with him? then nam-gyu's team would be too small, and who knew what chances they'd have at survival.

that's what he told himself.

besides, he didn’t see what you saw in him. long hair? nam-gyu’s was long too, and he didn’t need to wear a fuckass ponytail. and sure, dae-ho was a marine, but so what? he had a tattoo for it—big deal. nam-gyu had a tattoo too. maybe not of the marines, but… who cared?

he found himself wondering when you had dated. was it recent? had he broken your heart? had you broken his? not that he cared. but at least it was something to think about while lying awake at night.

the first time nam-gyu really thought about killing dae-ho, it wasn’t even in a game. he was just watching. just sitting there, chewing a stale piece of bread, listening to you laugh at something dae-ho said. it wasn’t even a good laugh—the kind you let slip when something actually got to you. it was just polite. half-hearted. but it was still too much.

nam-gyu didn’t get it. it wasn’t just that you were too soft about this whole thing—too trusting, too willing to think anyone was still a “friend” in a place like this. it was that you were soft about him. dae-ho. the ex-boyfriend. the marine. the guy who, for some reason, you still cared about.

it was annoying. distracting. unnecessary.

and, if nam-gyu was being completely honest with himself—which he wasn’t—it made him feel something dangerously close to jealousy.

not that he cared who you talked to. he just didn’t want you getting attached to someone who might, at best, drag you down or, at worst, be the reason you didn’t make it out. that was all. that’s what he told himself as he sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, watching you with narrowed eyes.

you weren’t paying attention to him. of course not. you were still sitting with dae-ho, still talking like it was a normal conversation and not a literal countdown to one of you getting eliminated.

and nam-gyu hated that he noticed how easy you looked with him. like being around him still made you comfortable. safe.

you didn’t act like that around nam-gyu.

you acted like he was a headache. like he was some problem you had to deal with. a nuisance, at best. and sure, he was an asshole, and he knew it, but that wasn’t the point. the point was you didn’t look at him the way you looked at dae-ho.

and for some goddamn reason, that pissed him off.

but what pissed him off even more—if that was even possible—was when dae-ho voted X. he voted to leave the games. what did he think, that he could just walk out the easy way, money in his hand and a pretty girl under his arm?

not pretty—average. or whatever. it didn’t matter. anyway, even though half the players had voted to go, nam-gyu didn’t particularly care for any of them. except one.

“you’re fucking joking,” he snapped, turning to you as the screen flashed blue, adding yet another X vote.

you frowned. “what?”

he looked at you like it was your fault. “your fucking boyfriend voting to go.” he rolled his eyes, tone dry and cutting. “has he convinced you too? you gonna betray us?” he stepped in closer, gaze sharp.

your jaw tensed, fire flashing in your eyes as you took a step forward too. you were getting pretty tired of nam-gyu's antics when it came to dae-ho. “how can you be such an asshole?” you shot back, voice firm. “i need the money too, idiot. i’m not going anywhere. and he’s not my boyfriend.”

nam-gyu let out a scoff, but there was something too quick about it, something brittle. “who knows, you spend so much time with him, he may as well have manipulated you.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, please. not everything is some mind game, nam-gyu. maybe he just doesn’t wanna fucking die.”

he let out a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. “yeah? and what, you think i do? none of us wanna die. but some of us don’t get the luxury of walking out.”

“i never said i was leaving.” your eyes bore into his. “you’re putting words in my mouth just so you can be mad.”

he scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah? you sure about that? ‘cause you sure looked real cozy with him earlier. whispering, giggling—what, were you planning your great escape together?”

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “oh my god, you’re impossible. i was talking to him because, unlike you, he actually listens instead of just picking fights for no reason.”

his nostrils flared. “for no reason?”

“yeah! no fucking reason!” you threw your arms up. “i swear, it’s like you want me to be the villain here just so you can feel justified in whatever weird, possessive meltdown you’re having.”

nam-gyu’s jaw clenched. “possessive? oh, give me a fucking break.”

but he didn’t deny it.

you gave him a look. “just be thankful i’m in a shit load of debt, because if this is your way of convincing me to stay, you’re making me wanna go so i don’t have to look at your stupid face.”

his mouth twitched, something sharp and wounded flashing across his face before he masked it with irritation. “whatever, i don’t wanna fucking see your stupid face either.”

he took a step back, eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before he turned sharply, heading toward the beds. his shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

and on his way, he made sure to bump into dae-ho. softly enough to seem like an accident, but strong enough to hurt. just the way he was.

you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from nam-gyu. there was no point in arguing with him when he was like this—irritated, petty, practically looking for a reason to fight. you weren’t going to give him one.

instead, you exhaled through your nose, pressing down the frustration bubbling in your chest. it was late. there was no reason to be wasting energy on this.

soon, the voting was over, and one by one, the others shuffled off to their beds, some mumbling half-hearted goodnights, others just collapsing into their bunks without a word. you did the same, settling in before trying to drift off and rest for the next day.

but you couldn't sleep. after what felt like an eternity, you shifted your eyes across the room. you weren’t the only one still awake.

on the other corner, dae-ho’s group looked tense. some were whispering, others just staring at the floor, lost in thought. it made sense—most of them had voted to leave, and now they had to survive yet another day. it was hard to blame them for being anxious.

dae-ho himself sat a little apart from the others, elbows on his knees, gaze distant. something about the way his shoulders slumped made you frown.

you sighed. even after everything, you still cared. it wasn’t something you could just turn off.

so, you got up, padding quietly over to him. the room was mostly dark, save for the dim emergency lights casting a sickly glow over everything. everyone else was asleep—or at least pretending to be. well, everyone except one person.

you could feel nam-gyu’s eyes on you.

you ignored him.

“hey,” you murmured as you sat down beside dae-ho.

he blinked, then turned to you, lips pressing together in a tired smile. “hey.”

“you alright?”

he let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “as alright as i can be in a place like this.”

you nodded. “yeah.”

a beat of silence stretched between you two. it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. it was familiar. dae-ho had always been like this—never rushing to fill the quiet, never speaking just to speak. it was one of the things you’d liked about him.

"don't you wanna leave too?" he finally asked.

you wanted to say that you did, of course you did. but it wasn't like you had a choice. "i can't." you just said.

he nodded, looking away momentarily.

“i don’t regret voting to stay,” you said eventually, voice soft. “but i do regret that you’re still stuck here.”

you turned your head slightly to look at him. his expression was unreadable, eyes locked on yours in the dim light. you should’ve looked away. you should’ve changed the subject, should’ve stood up, should’ve—

his lips were on yours before you could think twice.

it was sudden, unexpected, and for a second, you froze.

it wasn’t that it was bad—it wasn’t. it was familiar, and maybe in some other time, some other place, you would’ve leaned into it. but not here. not now.

you pulled back, your hands finding his chest and gently pushing him away. “dae-ho—”

“sorry.” he barely let you finish before he was shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “that was—sorry. i wasn’t thinking.”

you swallowed, nodding. “it’s fine. just… not right now.”

he exhaled, giving you a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah. i get it.”

from the other side of the room, you heard a sharp scoff.

you turned just in time to see nam-gyu standing up. his face was unreadable, but his movements were stiff, tense. he didn’t say anything as he walked straight toward you, but you could feel the weight of his stare.

before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet.

“what the hell?” you yanked your arm back, glaring at him.

“you're going to bed.” his voice was low, quiet, but firm. he didn’t look at dae-ho. not once.

you scowled, glancing back at dae-ho, who just sat there, jaw clenched. the tension between them was thick, suffocating. the last thing you wanted was for it to escalate.

so, you let nam-gyu pull you away.

his grip loosened once you were far enough from the others, but you could still feel the heat of his hand against your skin as you walked beside him. the flickering emergency lights cast dim shadows on the floor, stretching between you, neither of you speaking as you passed row after row of beds.

the second you reached yours, you yanked your wrist from his grip and crossed your arms. “you always do this.”

he didn’t stop walking until he was at his own bed—right next to yours. he sat down heavily on the edge, elbows resting on his knees, but his eyes never left you.

“do what?” he asked, like he was uninterested in whatever you had to say.

“act like—” you huffed, shaking your head. “like some guard dog whenever dae-ho’s around. it’s weird, nam-gyu. it’s fucking weird.”

his eyes flashed, something sharp behind them. “oh, i’m sorry. didn’t realize i was interrupting something important.”

“you weren’t.” you frowned, glancing over your shoulder. “i just—”

“just what?” nam-gyu’s voice was low, tight. the sharp cut of it sent something cold down your spine, though you refused to let it show. “just needed one last moment with your boyfriend before he gets himself killed?”

your hands clenched at your sides, frustration burning in your stomach as you turned back to him. he sat there, his knee almost brushing against yours, the dim light catching on the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for something, hold something, break something.

you exhaled sharply through your nose, fingers curling into your sleeves as you turned back to him. “you’re fucking insufferable.”

he scoffed, crossing his arms like that somehow made him look less defensive. “and you’re naive. you think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus the second it benefits him?”

“he’s not like that.”

“oh, please.” nam-gyu rolled his eyes. “you’re smarter than this.”

your jaw tensed. “you don’t know him.”

“and you do?” he tilted his head, tone mocking. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like he already walked away once.”

the words hit harder than you wanted them to. you felt your stomach twist, your throat tightening around something bitter. it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before—how things ended, how fast they fell apart. but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t—

“fuck you.” your voice was quieter now. “you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to act like you give a shit.”

nam-gyu’s expression flickered, for just a second, before that familiar frown slid back into place, sharp and infuriating. “you think i give a shit?” he shook his head. “trust me, i don’t lose sleep over your little romance novel.”

your stomach burned with frustration, your nails pressed half-moons into your skin as you leaned forward, close enough that the space between you barely existed anymore. his gaze held steady, unreadable, but his fingers twitched again, gripping the edge of his blanket like he needed something solid to hold onto. “then what the fuck is your problem?”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just stared at you, unblinking, like he was waiting for you to figure it out yourself. and you hated that. hated the way your heart beat too fast in your chest, the way his gaze made your skin too hot, too tight.

“i get that you’re an asshole,” you continued, voice dropping lower, more controlled. “but you can’t actually be such an asshole. you push me away, you pick fights, you act like i’m some liability, but then you’re always fucking there.” your hands clenched at your sides. “so which is it, nam-gyu? do you want me gone, or do you want me close?”

his throat bobbed. he looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable shifting in his expression. and then he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his posture shifting just slightly—less rigid, less closed off.

“i don’t want you to die.”

it was quiet. almost too quiet, barely above a murmur. but you heard it. and judging by the way he tensed right after, so did he.

you stared at him, heartbeat drumming against your ribs, searching his face for some kind of joke, some kind of smirk, some kind of—

but there was nothing. just him. just this.

nam-gyu clicked his tongue, turning his head away like that would somehow erase what just happened. “forget it.”

you didn’t move. you just watched him, the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands curled into fists like he was angry at himself. and maybe he was. maybe you were too.

but for once, you didn’t feel like fighting him.

so you sighed, shaking your head, before laying back on your bed. the mattress dipped as you layed down, the rough fabric of the blanket cool under your fingers. “you’re impossible.”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just exhaled sharply through his nose, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. instead, he shifted, turning away as he laid down on his bed. the faint rustle of fabric filled the quiet as he pulled his own blanket over him, his back facing you.

but as you settled in, you felt it—just barely. the subtle creak of his mattress. the shift of his weight as he scooted back, inching just a little closer to yours.

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Strangers on a plane..

Summary: You meet someone on a plane who helps you out - could there be something more?

Characters: James Bucky Barnes; OFC!Female Character, OFC!Little!Olivia

Word Count: approx. 1030

A/Note: Not Beta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Struggling through security you kept dropping this and that.  First it was the magazine you’d bought to read on the plane, then you almost dropped the coffee you’d bought.  Thankfully you hadn’t dropped the most precious thing you were carrying, your 3yo daughter, Olivia.

Heading on vacation as a single mother wasn’t always easy.  You were on your way home to Los Angeles to visit your mother and step-father who had, thankfully, purchased First class seats so you and Olivia would be more comfortable.  Your step-father was in Senior management with American Airlines so he was able to use his discount to assist with the seating.

Stopping quickly you place Olivia down and let her know that she’s going to have to walk from here because you can’t carry her and hold everything else.  Luckily from security it’s only a short walk to your gate and not long until boarding time, because Olivia gets quite bored, quite quickly.  Luckily your flight was a red-eye flight, so she is more likely to sleep – hopefully.

Arriving at your gate you sit her on one of the seats, dig her teddy and some snacks out of your bag and hand them to her, while you approach the staff at the check in desk.

“Hi” you begin.  “I’m flying with my daughter tonight, she’s 3, hopefully she’s going to sleep for most of the flight, and I know that first class usually board first, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to confirm that and assist me when it’s time to board, if that’s possible.”

“Of course, can I see your ticket and we can organise for you to board even before everyone else in First class.” The staff member offered.

“Thank you so much” you replied, showing her your ticket and Olivia’s.

“Ok Miss Yln, we will make a notation and give you a nod when it’s time for you to board” she smiled at you.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” With that, you went and sat back down next to Olivia, waiting on your boarding time.

Abot 20 min later the gate staff caught your eye and gave you a nod as time to board.  A few people had already started lining up, which always amazed you that they did this, when boarding hadn’t even been called yet, and they probably all weren’t first class passengers.

You stood up, gathered your stuff and grabbed Olivia’s hand to walk her on to the plane.  The gate staff handed you over to one of the flight attendants who asked if you needed a hand carrying anything, to which you nodded and handed her Olivia’s backpack to make it easier on you.

You placed the items you weren’t going to need in the overhead locker and the rest under the seat.  You sat Olivia on the seat next to yours so you could situate yourself.  You sat, buckled your seatbelt and as you were about to reach for Olivia to sit her on your knee a deep male voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Ummm, excuse me” the man said.  “I think someone is in my seat.”

You looked up into the brightest pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen.  You saw he was pointing at Olivia who was also looking up at him with awe.

“Oh I’m sorry sir, I was just sitting her there until I got settled.  Let me grab her.”

“Thanks.  My name is James by the way” he introduced himself.

“Oh, hi James, I’m Yn and this is Olivia”

“Well Hi Yn, and Hello Olivia, it’s a pleasure to meet you” at hearing her name, Olivia looked from you to him and pushed her face into your neck.

“Sorry, she’s not normally shy so I’m not sure what’s up with her.”

“That’s ok, it’s good to be aware of stranger danger, even at her age.”

You smiled at him and got settled for the flight.  Once in the air you put the tray table up and gave her a colouring book, pencils and some snacks.

You gave a sideway glance at your seatmate and noticed he was getting ready for some sleep.  You thought that sounded like a good idea so you scooched down a bit, lay Olivia on your chest and closed your eyes.

Stirring, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you felt like you’d had a decent sleep.  But something felt off, you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

You stretched out your body and that’s when you realised Olivia wasn’t on you.  You’re eyes shot open and you started to panic.  That is, until you went to get up and saw that she was laying on the chest of the blue-eyed, dark-haired stranger in the seat next to you.

You relaxed slightly, seeing she was deeply asleep and he looked like he was too.  Then you saw one of his eyes open and he gave you a side glance and said “Good morning” with a grin on his face.

“Hmm, morning” you replied.  “Let me take her, I’m so sorry about that.”

“No, she’s fine.  She’s asleep and I’d hate to wake her up until she has to.”

Turns out she’d woken up and started fussing and he noticed that you were asleep so he helped her out and she crawled onto his lap and got comfortable enough to fall asleep herself.

“Well, thank you for taking her” you said to him. “How can I repay you?”

“No need, I’m just glad you could get some rest.  I can sleep later.  Although, there is one thing you could maybe do for me?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” you smiled at him. “And what would that be?”

“Go out with me, coffee, or a drink, or dinner, up to you.”

That was the last thing you’d expected when taking a plane across the country to visit your family but why fight it, you thought? “Ok, let’s swap numbers and organise something.”

You were both smiling excessively as you exited the plane, you now had someone else helping you with yours and Olivia’s things.  Who knew where this would go, but you were keen to find out.

[charliedawn]

knocking on your door at three am in the rain

Charlie, dearest, I am… so sorry to bother you so soon and so close to the date… but may I perhaps inquire about a Valentine’s Day with the Hannibal’s? Please? Please?? Pleaseeeeeee????? They deserve something nice today :)

Valentine’s Day with the Hannibal Family

The morning at the Hannibal estate began as it always did—refined, quiet, and steeped in an air of sophistication. But today, a subtle shift had taken place. There was a box of chocolate waiting to be unwrapped on the side of the table. A vase of crimson roses sat at the center of said dining table, a rare acknowledgment of the holiday that none of them usually bothered to celebrate.

You, however, were determined to bring a little more heart into the occasion.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my terrifying murder family,” you announced as you walked into the room, arms full of small, individually wrapped gifts.

Peter’s face lit up immediately. “Wait, we’re doing Valentine’s ?”

Kevin smirked. “Apparently.”

Hannibal Sr. raised a brow, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I suspect you had something to do with this.”

You grinned, placing a package in front of each of them. “Of course. What, you thought I’d ignore the perfect excuse to force you all into a unwanted display of affection ?”

Morgan picked up his gift, eyeing it suspiciously. “What is it ?”

“Open it and see,” you replied confidently, plopping down in your seat with a self-satisfied grin.

One by one, they unwrapped their gifts. Peter gasped audibly as he pulled out a hand-knit scarf in deep forest green. “You made this ?”

You nodded proudly. “I did. Thought you could use something warm.”

He brought it to his face and took a long inhale. “I love it…Thank you so much.”

You smiled.

Okay. Hannibal 1 is happy with his gift.

Kevin tore his open too, revealing a T-shirt that read Trust me, I’m an artist in bold letters. He burst out laughing. “I’m wearing this immediately.”

He ran upstairs to change.

Morgan, ever the skeptic, unwrapped a sleek, elegant pen—one you had painstakingly researched, knowing he would appreciate quality over sentiment. He turned it in his fingers, nodding in approval. “Not bad.”

Hannibal Jr. lifted the lid off his box to find a carefully curated collection of rare teas. He let out a soft hum of approval. “You do pay attention. Merci, mon/ma cher/chère.”

You smiled as he called you dear in French and nodded. Fancy…Seems like he also liked his gift. Good job you.

“And for you, sir,” you said, sliding the last box toward Hannibal Sr., “a new set of antique wine glasses. Because, frankly, I fear for my life every time you handle the old ones.”

A low chuckle escaped him, and he lifted his glass of morning coffee in a mock toast. “A thoughtful gesture. I’ll be sure to use them wisely.”

After breakfast, Peter surprised everyone by shyly pushing a box of chocolates toward you. “I, uh, actually got you something too. Since you’re always making things for us.”

Your heart warmed as you took it, grinning. “Peter, that’s adorable. You’re my favorite today.”

Kevin snorted. “Wow, no hesitation.”

“Sorry, I play favorites on Valentine’s,” you teased.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to bribe my way into first place,” Hannibal Jr. mused. He reached into his coat pocket and handed you a small, wrapped package. Inside was a beautifully intricate bookmark, its design reminiscent of old-world craftsmanship.

You blinked, touched. “This is gorgeous.”

“I know you read more than you sleep,” he said, taking a sip of his tea. “It seemed appropriate.”

Morgan rolled his eyes but handed you something as well—a first edition of a book you had casually mentioned months ago.

“Wait,” you whispered, flipping it open in disbelief. “This is impossible to find.”

Morgan smirked. “Not for me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Kevin shoving something into your hands. It was a mixtape.

“A mixtape ?” you asked, amused.

He shrugged and pretended to be nonchalant about it. “Figured I’d introduce you to good music.”

“I will treasure it forever,” you declared dramatically and chuckled before putting all of them in a bag.

Then, finally, you turned to Hannibal Sr., raising a brow. “And what about you ? Do I get the Valentine treatment or…?”

He studied you for a moment, then reached into his pocket and placed a small, silver key in your palm.

You frowned. “What’s this ?”

“The key to the library,” he said smoothly. “You now have unrestricted access.”

Your eyes widened. “You never let anyone in there unsupervised—maybe Morgan sometimes but...”

“A rare exception,” he admitted, amusement flickering in his gaze. “One you have earned.”

For once, you were speechless.

Peter clapped his hands together. “Well, this was unexpectedly wholesome.”

You beamed at all of them, your heart warm. “Happy Valentine’s Day, you terrifying, ridiculous, wonderful people.”

Kevin smirked. “We should do this every year.”

Hannibal Sr. merely raised his glass again. “Perhaps.”

But the rare, almost fond expressions on all their faces told you everything you needed to know.

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[starkenobi]

Demonic Domination | chapter one: lo hecho está hecho.

masterlist — demonic domination masterlist — prologue

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader.

Summary: Y/N doesn’t classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she’s just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it’s difficult when you’re rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it’s cool because it gives her a lot of stories… Until her feet touch New York grounds. It’s all downhill from there.

chapter warnings: none.

When Konshu announced that there was an important mission, Jake thought it would be another gang or a terrorist group, perhaps a theft of objects that humans shouldn't be playing with or even trafficking and clandestine sale of some artefact.

He expected everything except to find a house full of scientific paraphernalia and a girl locked in a dark room. A weapon in the wrong hands, Konshu said harshly, but Jake only saw a girl who had her life stolen and tortured.

A victim.

"Hey, I'm Moon Knight, I'll get you out of here, okay? Kid, can you hear me? Dammit, Steve, I can see she's unresponsive."

The young woman was covered in blood from head to toe, dried blood with clear signs of torture. It didn't take long to remove the iron chains that held her to the ceiling, but it took some work to get her out of the anklets, the shine and quality of the material indicating a high technology.

But nothing could be that simple with his missions. So, Jake felt several punctures in his abdomen and arms as soon as she was freed from the restraints. Red blades hit him with precision. Luckily, he was wearing the suit.

"Shit. She has powers. Couldn't you have warned us, Konshu?"

With no answers from the Egyptian god, with Steve talking too much in their headspace and Marc starting to get worried, Jake needed to act quickly before the situation really got out of control.

He tried to talk to the young woman once more, maybe calm her down with words before taking drastic measures. Maybe Steve could be right once again.

"We're here to help. You're safe now."

But when another red blade came out of the young woman and tried to hit him in the head, Jake knew there was no other option.

He muttered a somber "I'm sorry, kid." before knocking the young woman out in the head.

Sighing heavily, Jake picked her up and left that bizarre place. The night that had once been lit by the moon was now raining heavily, a clear sign of a sudden storm. Jake tried to ignore the strange feeling in his chest, but the news had confirmed that there’d be a week off of dry spell.

“What are we going to do now?” Steve asked in their headspace.

“I’ll put her in the taxi and take her home.” Jake declared.

“Home?” Marc repeated incredulously. “She needs a hospital and the police. We did our part.”

“Lo hecho está hecho.” Jake replied, putting an end to the discussion before it began. “We’re going to adopt the stray ​​while we don’t have answers, pendejo.”

—

Nothing like one day after another. A routine. No big news, the big gossip revolving around who ate whose sandwich that was in the office fridge or that the dog peed on someone’s shoe again.

From Monday to Friday there was no possibility of anything unexpected happening. Everything was safe. Full of rules. Monotonous to the extreme. A 9am to 4pm job, with about an hour for lunch, and the possibility of several trips to get a coffee.

Without the risk of dealing with angry customers since that was the most isolated part of the department. The actual activity was spent the whole day holed up in an office making calls, writing and reviewing paperwork before the deadline. While it’s good that the amount of paper's decreasing, thanks to technology, spending hours on a computer tired her eyes.

Anyway, was it possible to die from being exhausted from the same old thing? Sure, tired from so much work and the same old thing.

She was tempted to shout 'fire' and risk the work safety rules just to get some reaction on that fateful friday. It was at times like that that she, unfortunately, had to agree with Marc. Taking that job was a terrible idea.

Okay, she was making money fast, but at what cost?

However, she couldn't take other people's opinions into consideration, since Marc didn't know anything about the adult life of a mere mortal. Steven, fine, worked at the museum. Jake, maybe, he played cab driver sometimes. But Marc? Good heavens, Marc lived in a reality where his so-called weekly job was to be the fist of a naked bird!

“Necromancer, you can't keep avoiding your destiny.”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed under her breath as she spilled some of her coffee on the office desk, luckily not getting any paper dirty. “I'm bored, but it's not that deep.”

Frowning, she controlled herself from turning in the direction of the voice. It's best to pretend she didn't know it was there so it would go away quickly.

She then glanced discreetly at the computer screen, finding a slightly disfigured lady standing right behind her chair, hovering a few inches off the floor.

Sighing heavily, Y/N finished cleaning up the spilled coffee before drinking the liquid from the mug again. The visits were becoming more frequent, perhaps it was time to change jobs once again.

“Necromancer.”

“Fuck.” Y/N cursed impatiently.

Ignoring the looks from her coworkers, she got up in a hurry, walking to the kitchen in long strides. Pouring the rest of the coffee into the sink, she washed the mug giving up on caffeine.

Knowing that there would be no point in staying there working overtime, she went back to her desk to turn off her computer and grab her bag. She said goodbye to the group still in the office, quickly heading towards the emergency staircase. Going down the five flights of stairs with ease, it didn't take long to reach the small lobby.

She kept her pace fast until she passed through the door, stopping only after she reached the corner of the street to debate if it was better to go home walking or running.

“Necromancer, there’s no point in avoiding your fate.”

“Stop trying to collect a debt that doesn’t belong to me!” Y/N hissed, finally facing the spirit that was still following her.

“Do you really not remember, necromancer?”

She frowned, finding the question confusing. The spirits' behavior was becoming increasingly odd, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Before she could retort, the spirit disappeared in a blur at the same time she heard footsteps behind her.

“What are you doing standing here alone, bug?”

Turning around, she came face to face with Steven. “Huh, was trying to remember if I left the charger at the office before I went home for good.”

“If you say so,” Steven arched a brow, offering to hold her bag.

“What are you doing here, by the way?” Y/N asked, holding one of his arms before starting to walk again. “Came to make sure that I’m crossing the street safely?”

“Why do you make me feel like a senior father?” Steven lamented, allowing to be pulled by her in the direction of their apartment.

“Cause you guys decided to bring the ‘three men and a baby’ with a twist to real life?” She fired back, a smug smile on her face.

Steven flashed her a huge smile back. “Marc's saying that Jake's a terrible influence on you.”

“He's just saying that because I called him daddy in front of Layla.”

“What?”

“Oh, you didn't know?” Y/N smirked, knowing full well that Marc was still embarrassed. “Saw him trying to dismiss a woman at the door, so I called him daddy to make her uncomfortable and leave. But lo and behold, it was actually Layla.”

“Oh, that's hilarious.” Steven wheezed from how hard he's laughing.

“C'mon, less laughing and more walking.” She sassed him. “Wanna finish our Star Wars marathon this weekend.”

—

Do you really not remember?

Do you remember?

Open your eyes.

Remember.

Remem-

Y/N woke up with a start.

Trying to catch her breath, she noticed the sun had disappeared and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Shit. She fell asleep without planning to.

“My love.”

Y/N’s mind stuttered to a halt, before launching into motion as she quickly turned towards the female’s voice. “Fuck!”

“Eloquent as always, I see,” the woman said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Y/N hissed, grabbing the first thing within reach – her umbrella.

The woman raised her hands, a melancholic smile on her slips. “I was hoping my messengers were wrong, but it really seems you've forgotten.”

“I won't ask you again,” she growled.

“I have many names, some call me Rio.” the woman answered, her voice sweet as honey. “But you, my love, you know me as Death.”

“What?”

“I'm sorry, my love, I know now that you don't have your memories,” the woman, Death, smiled sweetly as she stepped closer. “But we have things to discuss now that you're free.”

Stood frozen, Y/N utterly stunned. “What?”

Death chuckled, snapping her fingers to make the umbrella disappear so she could hold Y/N's hands. “You've made an oath, my love, a long time ago.”

And I came to collect it.

Demonic Domination officially started! You'll notice some references from the mcu and the comics, I'm cooking something here and I really hope you guys like it! The first chapter is the last bit of introduction. So buckle up! From now on, we're going to start the real deal: following around the occultist detective and her harem Y/N Constantine and the gang.

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[secriden]

Oh damn, I haven't been able to get on tumblr for like 2 weeks+ and I've barely even processed Episode 11 let alone 12, but thank you for the shoutout!!

I honestly think this is such a lovely and insightful reply and one of the things I became obsessed with before the show even started is the way Fadel and Style were clearly designed to fit together "like missing puzzle pieces" (<- a phrase I used in my first ever meta post about Style, before episode 1 even dropped and all we had was the character interview video), and I think this reply captures some of the most essential aspects of this.

What you say about Style seeing Fadel is so fucking true, and also so fucking important because Fadel is the one character who does not get anyone's understanding at the start/early parts of the show. Bison already has Fadel who takes care of him and tries his best to accomodate Bison's wishes despite the danger to their identity; Kant has Babe as a semi-confident of sorts, who he can talk to even if he can't fully tell Babe all the details; Style has his dad, Kant, and a whole neighbourhood of aunties and uncles and friends (which we see glimpses/references to throughout the series in dialogue or context); hell even Keen has a boyfriend who doesn't know about his whole ~side gig as a hitman information gatherer~ but clearly loves and supports and isn't overly phased even when he's held at gunpoint. But what does Fadel get?? Fadel has no one but a "mother" who used him, who never really loved him, and an ex who (Fadel thought) left him when he found out about Fadel's true darkness.

And what I have kept coming back to, over and over and over again, and what I find so incredibly compelling about their relationship is the way Style chooses to love Fadel. There's something so special about the character who starts out knowing the least, the character who is the most narratively vulnerable and ignorant, and the one most victimised by the context, also being the one who remains unflinchingly loyal, even as each new piece of information about Fadel is revealed. Style chooses to love Fadel and it's a choice he makes over and over despite Fadel's early harsh treatment of him, despite Fadel genuinely hurting his feelings after sleeping with Style and tossing him aside, despite Kant revealing Fadel to be a murderer, despite Fadel turning on him and holding him at gunpoint, despite Fadel needing to "finish" his one last job after Style pleads with him to walk away, despite Fadel choosing jail and separation rather than going on the run and dooming Style to five years of loneliness and longing -- STYLE FUCKING CHOOSES FADEL. (Like, I'm not saying that Style didn't have his own hand in their tumultuous relationship; but my point is that loving Fadel was never the easy route and Style walked that path without ever looking back).

And I think there's something so much more compelling about a love that comes by choice rather than "helpless" and fleeting emotion. Style's love for Fadel is intentional and we see the evidence of that in the way he sacrifices so much for Fadel in episode 12. (The whole buying the Heart Burger back for Fadel?? The way it's done?? I could make a whole post about the way Style not only does it but does it RIGHT. *sobs*)

And on a similar vein, the way Fadel dismantles his own walls to let Style in is so fucking incredible. The way he does this in such an intentional way despite his own fears and past hurts when it comes to love. (Nope, still not shutting up about Fadel getting himself drunk to lay himself bare for Style. Sorry not sorry.) The way Fadel continues to be very upfront about where he's at with Style afterwards, the way he explicitly tells Style all his reservations and reasons for doubting Style once the truth is revealed. The way he so clearly wants Style to know the full extent of his darkness and depression and hopelessness, and hell the way he keeps trying to let Style go. Because love also means wanting better for the person you cherish and Fadel would rent his own heart to shreds again, would return to that darkness if that was what Style wanted.

Their love is so grounded and evidenced in real actions and sacrifice and care and it boggles the mind how anyone could think they don't love each other.

As characters, they truly, for me, stand out as one of the most intensely interesting and compelling relationships I've encountered in a while. They were intentionally designed to be difficult to come together, made to clash and rub up against each other and bring out the worse in each other; but in doing so, found honesty and truth and that makes their love all the more real to me.

As for JoongDunk's portrayal of these characters -- listen, there's always going to be differences in opinion and preferences, but here are my general thoughts:

There are some instances of Dunk as Style that didn't fully land for me (eg. the crying scene in the car bed cuz they tried to balance comedy and drama and succeeded at neither; or the kissing in episode 12 when Fadel and Style are in bed and Dunk for some bizarre reason maintains like a foot of distance between their bodies) but others that I think were fucking incredible (eg. Style pressing worshipful hands and kisses on Fadel's body in his bed in episode 5; the opening scene in episode 6 when Style looks up at Fadel with frank wonder and open invitation; the look of tragic acceptance as Style thinks he's saying goodbye to Fadel after the rock concert; the look of acceptance and understanding when Fadel turns away from Style's kiss in the bathtub scenes -- I could go on). I think Dunk was incredible when it came to the emotionally fraught moments with Fadel and his breakdown at the end of episode 11 was an undeniable example of how well he can communicate both the intense and subtle emotions of his characters. The comedy aspects were over the top and loud, but that was also an intentional character choice that I have no issues with and never did from the beginning. Style is who he is, unabashedly and without reservation, and I loved that from the beginning.

And I think the transformation Joong went through as Fadel was also very beautiful to watch. We are intentionally shown Fadel as being cold and clinical in the early parts of the show and then as each new aspect of his character is peeled back, Joong allows the softness inside to bleed into the way he holds Fadel too. The harshness comes back when Fadel finds out about Style's betrayal, but Joong changes how he portrays Fadel and allows the inner agony and vulnerability to bleed through like Fadel's facade is cracking. I said in another post after episode 9 that I'm so grateful that the show gave Fadel the space to journey into accepting Style back, and this still holds true even until episode 12. Joong was incredibly nuanced as Fadel and ALL OF IT was wrapped up in Style and how being loved by Style and loving him changes Fadel.

But am I surprised that not everyone sees this? Not really. Watching SIMM and then seeing all the hate and low ratings about it online has made me convinced that some people simply don't watch things the way I do and that's... disappointing but there's nothing I can do about it except write posts that hopefully resonate with other people so that I can, at the very least, gather the people who DO appreciate it and love them for what they are good at together into my little corner of the internet. <3

why u like fadelstyle so much? the show ended and i still don't feel like theres love between them, same with all jd couples they don't seem like a couple at all

oh man how to answer this in a way that will do fadelstyle justice? I think @secriden and @bentnotbroken1fanfiction have much better, very in depth analysis of them as a pair and their wonderful dynamic.

but for me personally? simply, it's a type of love that I'm looking for. my personality is very similar to fadel's, the way style always goes out of his way to understand him and push back against all of fadels attempts to push him away - it really warms my heart.

they see each other, do you understand? style guesses that fadel could be a hitman, even if it was just a joke - style always saw him for who fadel is and fadel has been in wanting for that devotion, fadel has been aching to just be held and be able to fall apart - when fadel goes to prison style keeps his dream alive. fadel finally found someone who can understand how much he's had to give, how much he's always had to put himself second, someone who appreciates fully when fadel does it for him - I think style is the only person who's ever even attempted to feel the extent of fadel's sacrifice let alone tell him that he's deserving of the same and then go out and do it.

joongdunk have so subliminally portrayed that growing trust between them, that lived through all of fadel's anger at being betrayed, all of style's fear of fadel's dangerous life. they've just done so well to show what it means to slowly make space for each other, to fall in love through a gradual understanding of each other, I really felt that no matter what happened between them no matter how angry they were or how much distance there was between them every episode fadel and style loved each other more than the last.

fadel and style's romance is one of my favorite couple dynamics period I'm sorry you didn't feel it and even though we are allowed to interpret shows differently and like different things its a pity that I have no way to make you experience the beauty with which they touched my heart.

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[deviousdevilx]

I'm gonna TRY

Here it goes!

"Terry?"

He knows that voice. Damn it. Terry didn't want anyone to see him in this state, unsteady, upset, unbalanced. Of course the person he wanted to see him the least like this now stood before him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he snaps.

He only needed a minute more to collect himself...

Daniel didn't expect to find Terry in the public washrooms, and he certainly didn't expect to find him in this state.

Terry turns away from Daniel and walks over to the sink, choosing to ignore Daniel. Maybe that was a sign for Daniel to leave, leave Terry to handle whatever he was dealing with. It wasn't nerves that's for sure. This was Terry Silver.

Then he recalls their conversation, Johnny saying Terry was sick, and Terry replying it was an understatement. At that moment, Daniel didn't know what to believe. Terry was a liar, a manipulator. Maybe he wasn't lying or exaggerating. Maybe he was really sick.

"You are really sick aren't you?" Daniel asks, breaking the long awkward silence.

He walks over to where Terry stands, he's adjusting his suit in front of the mirror.

"Does it matter?" Terry answers in a hard cold tone.

Daniel opens his mouth but can't find the right words.

This was his enemy, a man who tormented him, then reappeared thirty-five years later and continued terrorizing him. A man a young Daniel had fallen in love with, who broke his heart. A secret he kept well hidden from everyone.

He doubts that even Terry realized the depths of harm in inflicted on Daniel. A deep wound that took ages to heal, only to be ripped back open the moment Terry stepped into the garden. And now he was sick? That could mean a lot of things

It's Terry who continues speaking not letting Daniel answer the question, "If I win today, the victory will be short lived if that's any consolation. I was told I only had a few months to live. So you should know that I will be out of your life for good very soon."

Wait what? Daniel's eyes widen in shock.

"You're terminal?"

"That's right Danny boy," Terry turns away from the mirror, facing Daniel.

He looks thin, wane, defeated. Gone is the smugness, the arrogance. Even that night he showed up the Daniel's home. There was something very off that Daniel could not put words too. Now he understood. Now he believed.

"You should have said so that night."

Terry scoffs, "I told you I don't want or need your sympathy."

"I'm not..."

He wanted Terry gone he did, or he thought he did, but this felt. Too much. Too final. Everyone dies though in the end. Daniel isn't sure how he feels or what he should feel.

"So this tournament, you wanting to win, needing to win, is because this will be it for you, no more chances."

Terry did say as much that night in Daniel's home. Daniel didn't care, or believe the older man, unable to believe him. Not wanting too, and well now he did. There was no way he was lying about this.

"Yes."

Terry is suddenly standing directly in front of Daniel, which forces Daniel to look up.

"I hope it was worth it. All of this," Daniel replies angrily.

The anger is unexpected. This man was dying, and Daniel found himself feeling so angry, so furious!

"It will be once I win."

"And then what? You'll just go away? Die someplace tropical or in one of your mansions? Just gone!"

"Why are you angry Danny boy?"

He doesn't know why, only that's how he feels. Angry.

"It's an easy way out."

Terry looks a bit taken a back.

"I assure you I would rather not die."

"You left me for 35 years, come back into my life with a shitty half-ass apology, and take over the Valley, almost ruin my marriage, and now you're just gonna die? That's not fair! You can't walk back in then leave again!"

Daniel is fuming, and unable to look directly at Terry as he rants, but finally, chest heaving, eyes teary, he glances up. He expects Terry to be some type of pissed off. Instead he finds Terry with tears is his eyes.

"I'm sorry Daniel, for all of it."

"Yeah well me too."

Daniel starts to walk away, but finds his arm pulled back.

"Don't go just yet, please."

Daniel lets himself be stopped.

Terry pulls him closer, "You know, you're the only one I feel worthy to be my adversary, worthy of my attention, I wanted to win you over, but my pride kept getting in the way. My devotion to Kreese, misguided as it was was holding me down. I thought once he was gone, I could find a way to get you on my side, but you took matters into your own hands."

"With good reason," Daniel reminds him.

"I admit you schemes against me, as upsetting to me as they were, were impressive. I liked how I got under your skin. It confirmed to me you still felt something for me. If you had been indifferent, well." He doesn't finish that thought, "that night when you told me you were done, that your surrendered."

Daniel winces thinking about that night, that fight. Terry had been his playful menacing self, then it turned so ugly, so quickly. The fury in Terry's eyes...

"I'm sorry, I lost control. You have no idea how you make me feel do you?"

How he makes Terry feel? Daniel's mind is a whirlwind of emotions, most confusing, some frightening. No, no way.

"How do I make you feel?" Daniel asks anxiously.

"Like I am navigating a stormy sea and I see the blue clear sky in the horizon, and I try to get there but I can't. You are so close but always out of reach and it makes me crazy."

Oh, Daniel swallows, feeling his mouth get very dry.

Daniel wants to say something, but someone opens the bathroom door.

"Sensei Daniel the tournament is gonna start soon!"

It's one of his students.

Daniel looks back up at Terry, who merely smiles sadly down at him.

"We can't keep the kids waiting Mr. LaRusso."

Terry lets go of his arm, and walks away.

Feeling unbalanced, a bit dizzy, Daniel waves the student off who looks a tad concerned catching his sensei with the man who everyone knew was the bad guy.

"Is everything okay?"

"It's fine let's go."

It is far from fine. That can't be the end of their conversation. There was so much still left unsaid.

Daniel can't help but look across the mat, towards Terry who meets his gaze with his own. He looks ashamed, and breaks eye contact to focus on his student.

Focus on the match, ignore Terry, deal with it later, Daniel tells himself.

He wants to throw up, he wants to scream but Robby needs him here, focused.

As he gives Robby a pep talk, he glances over towards Terry, Sensei Wolf, and Axel. Terry is in a very heated argument with his co-sensei who looks very angry. Furious in fact. He can't quite hear what's being said, but Terry pulls the very tall young man aside and whispers something to him.

Oh no. Not again.

"Robby you gotta be careful, they aren't above using dirty tricks and moves to win, understood? He will try something on you, do not let him get his chance got it?"

"Yes sensei."

Looking over towards Terry and Axel, Axel who was looking very tense and apprehensive, looks...relieved? Confused, Daniel looks at Terry hoping the man notices him. He does, and gives Daniel a quick bow.

Sensei Wolf looks unhinged, face contorted in rage.

The fight is so close, Axel getting a point, then Robby. In the end Axel wins, but narrowly.

It was miraculously a clean fight. Even with the win Sensei Wolf stomps over to Terry, saying something to the older man before departing, Terry shakes his head and shrugs.

Robby is pleased with his match, even though he lost.

"You did your best, I'm proud of you," Daniel says, giving the boy a quick hug before his teammates and friends rush him away.

Daniel rallies his team but he knows Miyagi-Do has no chance of defeating the Iron Dragons. Terry will have his final win.

"Mr. LaRusso."

Daniel turns to find Terry behind him.

"Good fight." Daniel says awkwardly.

"I'd like us to have dinner tonight."

Daniel nods, "Okay."

He could grant Terry one small concession. Maybe they could finally find some closure.

Somebody PLEASE write a fic where Daniel accidentally walks in here

[stressfulsloth]

In regards to your post “and now I'm. Just thinking about the loneliness that is SO pervasive through Elysium.”…

I have one thing to offer, or perhaps nitpick if you’d prefer it that way.

I don’t think it’s entirely fair to say the Sunday Friend isn’t a real friend. The Smoker On The Balcony believes him to be a real friend, even if he isn’t going to be there come Monday morn. But isn’t that enough? A friend on Sunday is still a friend, even if it makes waking up Monday all the worse.

Perhaps I’m biased though! Now that I think about it, most of my friends would fit the description. “Fair weather friend” feels to cold, but “sunday friend” is good enough.

And of course none of this is to say your post is at all wrong. It’s lovely and true. I just felt the need to quarrel publicly with that little detail.

To conclude, since I really just did not make myself very clear here; you are utterly correct to include the Sunday Friend in a post about loneliness but I take slight issue with saying he’s not a real friend. And so I wrote you a very long ask. And now as I reach it’s end I’m realising this was a very silly undertaking. But I’ve come this far so I’m going to grow a pair and hit “ask”.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope it isn’t too desperately obnoxious.

Peace out ✌️

Ahh man I'm sorry anon but I'm going to have to disagree with you pretty strongly here 😅 tbh I was a little too easy on him in the original post. It's not necessarily the temporary nature of their acquaintance that makes the Sunday Friend's friendship questionable on its own, although it doesn't help.

The Sunday Friend is quite literally not a friend. "Friend" in his title is a euphemism; he's not coming to visit the Smoker because he's his friend. He's coming to visit the smoker to do a bit of poverty tourism, to admire the crumbling place that his beliefs have helped to destroy, and a bit of heavily implied sex tourism too. A "first world" tourist, a bureaucrat from the international government, visiting one of the most impoverished districts of Revachol to spend his nights with a student. He's not the Smoker's friend, he's a client. They're using 'friend' as a stand-in for his actual role, which is a) as a part of the moralist bureaucratic system repressing the revolution and keeping the city as a whole trapped in a laissez faire purgatory easily exploited by foreign capitalists and ultraliberals, while still maintaining a friendly respectable face, and b) as the Smoker's customer, exploiting the poverty of Martinaise's residents to get what he wants for cheap and using the easy mobility that his money and status give him. Imo he's intended narratively as a parallel for the moralist coalition government; he views from a distance, focused on money and *ze price stabilité* but entirely divorced from the poverty and consequence of his work. Happy to dip his toe in and make use of exploitable populations in Revachol, but always ready to leave too. When asked how he became 'friends' with the smoker, his response is literally to describe the coalition occupying Revachol.

He knows so little about the Smoker beyond him being there to study art, but what kind? "Perhaps graphic design? Printmaking? Who knows?" As to your point about the Smoker thinking he's a real friend, the Smoker is under no illusions about who the Sunday Friend is. An injection of money. Someone with power, someone with the mobility afforded to him by ownership of a non-Revacholian passport, someone content to watch the place decay and do nothing but indulge himself in pet projects and worry about bureaucracy. Someone with the freedom to leave when things get bad; a freedom that is narratively only assigned to a rare few extremely bourgeois characters. Dora, on her flight to Mirova, Joyce and her boat, Trant and his academic travels, and the Sunday Friend who will be out of Martinaise like a shot the moment things start to kick off despite being a part of the overarching structure that is responsible for Revachol's subjugation and rising political tensions. The Sunday Friend will use the Smoker's labour, use the vulnerability of Revachol's precarious situation to his advantage, then once it becomes too precarious or he gets bored, he'll withdraw. In answer to your question, no, I don't think that's enough. Again I probably oversimplified in my last post but the loneliness all throughout DE is not just an emotional state but a political one. Alienation is a major theme. As is the impossibility of building community in the face of capitalism relentlessly subsuming anything in its path, in the face of shallow relationships dictated by the need for survival. The Sunday Friend embodies that concept perfectly. He is exquisitely shallow in conversation, a perfect moralist who at all times strives to remain impartial and distant.

Anyway. Tldr; my point is that the relationship between the Smoker and the Sunday Friend is far more transactional, and far more exploitative, than you seem to believe. "Friend" is not being used literally but euphemistically. A 'fairweather friend' is better than none, sure, but that's entirely inapplicable to this situation. Sorry for the long post and I hope it's not too rambling- I'm surviving on very little sleep right now but I hope it clears up for you a bit why I referred to the Sunday friend in that way initially.

[inquisimer]

Hi Mer!

For the wip thing... Number 3? Fix it for Isseya you say? 👀

Ask me about my wips! yes!! probably my favorite of the wips on the list at the moment, the characters from Last Flight are so SO precious to me 🥺 to preface, I don't disagree with the arc they gave Isseya in Veilguard, but I would have loved to see more nuance from the novel worked into it (especially for Valya), and I think the ending could have been smoother, so I'm doing it myself 😤

the fic starts at the final confrontation with Isseya - Valya and Caronel interrupt before Rook & co. kill her and convince them to listen to an explanation of what, exactly, happened when they brought the griffons back from the Red Bride's Shrine at the end of Last Flight. I keyed in on some suspicion toward the Wardens from Valya in the cutscene with Evka, so I'm endeavoring to explain where that might have come from, why she left the griffons, and why they let her walk away without taking the Joining. Eventually, we're going to wind our way into a better ending for Isseya (better than the "good" ending too) because gdi, she deserves to REST 😭

the first two chapters are up on ao3 here and chapter 3 is in the works!! I'm about to have a week off so brain willing, it'll be up soon :3 and even though I've rambled, I'm also doing a snippet because I love them 🥺

“They saved the world,” Valya sighed. “And all it cost was one elf’s soul, and every griffon in Thedas.” “If that’s true, none of this—” Davrin gestured around them “—makes sense. Is she just so Blight-addled that she forgot blighting the griffons is what killed them in the first place?” “Not Blight-addled.” Valya hesitated. “After she exhausted all hope of curing the griffons, that’s when Isseya resorted to saving just the eggs. She drew the corruption out of the embryos into herself, hid the clutch, and came down to the Deep Roads with her own griffon. To die.” “Except she didn’t.” “Actually,” Valya took a deep breath. “She did.” Everyone except Caronel looked at the elf as if she’d grown a second head. Davrin scoffed, and Arlow glanced between the still-frozen Gloom Howler and Valya. “What…?” “That is not Isseya,” Valya said, dropping her head into her hands. “And this is where what happened to her becomes my fault.”

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Do you have favorite actors for the various roles in "Cyrano de Bergerac"? I would love to hear your thoughts!

I do! I actually rambled a lot about this while I was watching the different productions I could get my hands on (I tagged it "Cyrano de Bergerac" and "I talk too much").

My favorite productions are the one with José Ferrer and the one with Benoit Solès, and those actors make the best Cyranos in my opinion. Though that's probably something in part beyond the actors' choice, their dynamic with their respective Roxane and Christian are the best ones, I think, and I find how Cyrano moves around these two particular characters at the core of a good Cyrano characterisation.

José Ferrer's use of his voice, which is arguably Cyrano's true most characteristic feature, is unmatched imo (although McAvoy does a very good job with this too), and he manauvers very well several of the different aspects of the character, such as his playfulness, his shittiness and longing. By the end of the play you believe he is the most beautiful man on Earth. Cyrano, however, is a bit pathetic (not just in a "pathos" way), and I'd say Ferrer gives off an air full of dignity very fitting of many scenes, but that eats almost entirely this aspect of Cyrano; Benoit Solès manages this very well, while also playing well with some of the other ones, such as the playfulness, the longing, the pain and the despair. Both Ferrer and Solès are hilarious, tender, a bit shitty, vulnerable, playful and sad. Albeit neither of them portrays 100% what Cyrano is, I think both come pretty close in slightly different flavours, and by the end of the play one ends up being terribly fond of them.

My favourite Roxane is Clara Huet in the production with Benoit Solès, but Mala Powers in the 1950 film is a close second. I think they portray wonderfully Roxane's spunk, and her mix of honest playful cheerfulness and her haughtiness, her intelligence and wit, and how much like Cyrano she is.

I've not come to love for now any Christian as much as I've loved Ferrer, Solès, Huet and Powers, but again I think the Christians in the 1950 film and the Solès productions are very very good. I love the dynamic they have with their Cyranos, especially the one Christian and Cyrano have in the 1950 film, enhanced positively by the added scenes (they actually work so well in showing their developing as friends, their deep love and care for each other!). I don't want to expand too much on this to avoid spoilers (beyond the already known 'Christian dies' ones I mean), but some things they do with both these Christians are a thing of genius, and both feel vulnerable, kind, ready to fight and truly desperate at times; I like when they do that.

There's an Italian production which has a Cyrano I truly enjoy as well, despite how they dumbify him more than I usually like my Christians. His mix of anger and deep pain when he discovers Cyrano's feelings for Roxane were so well made, and his physical presence makes you identify who Christian is even before the play starts.

The Podalydès production has two different Christians. The one in the version on youtube isn't bad, but @ride-a-dromedary likes Éric Ruf a lot. I actually adore him based on the clips and gifs she's posted of him, but I haven't been able to find the version with him online, so I can't know. But he truly seems one of the best. Based on what little I've seen, I love his intense gazes and subtle gestures.

I'm not entirely sold on any Le Bret, De Guiche or Ragueneau yet.

I think the German musical has a decent Ragueneau in vibes, and the 1990 French film does as well. I found his poem made song for what I think is a Spanish production (I'm not sure if it's a fan creation based on the Spanish production), and while I've not been able to find that production online, the song works well in vibes too I think.

The German musical's Le Bret in vibes is very good. He encompasses well his deep love and worry for Cyrano while also being done with his shit. They truly feel like close friends. The 1950 film kind of combines Gaston de Castel-Jaloux and Le Bret into one character, which sadly changes Le Bret's dynamic with Cyrano a bit, but that's a very good Le Bret as well. The one in Solès' production is pretty good too. He has my favourite delivery of the scene in which Le Bret chastises Cyrano for risking his life sending letters.

De Guiche is complicated. I think productions often make him too pathetic and laughable or too bad, so bad it makes the last act kind of not make sense. The 1950 one, the 1990 French one, the Kevin Kline one and the Solès one are all good, but I am not passionate for any of them either.

And basically that's it!