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zoeykallus · 10 months ago

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TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

(Echo/Wrecker/Tech/Crosshair)

Warnings: Partly Slightly Suggestive/Mostly Fluff/Tiny Bit Angsty

This is the continuation of this request:

Reader stole the batcher's weapon. Let's see how they get it back.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Echo

Echo runs through the Marauders like a startled chicken, followed by the confused looks of his team. "Has anyone seen my blaster?" Hunter, who is putting on his gloves, looks over at him. "You lost your blaster?" Echo sighs annoyed and says, "No I haven't" Wrecker says with a raised eyebrow, "But you can't find it" "Yeah" Tech shrugs his shoulders without looking up from his holopad and says, "Sounds to me like you lost it" Echo waves it off in annoyance and insists, "No I haven't. I never lose parts of my equipment" It annoys him that he doesn't know where his blaster is, he was sure he'd left it with the rest of his gear when he went to bed that night and he says so. Crosshair leans out of his bunk, rolling a toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other before saying. "You didn't go to bed alone last night I take it"

Echo's ears turn red. He pauses briefly in his movement, then turns to the Sniper. "What makes you think that?" Crosshair smirks, takes the toothpick out of his mouth and says, "You were alone on the Marauder for most of the night, I assume you took advantage of that fact." Wrecker asked excitedly, "Ooooh, Echo has a lover? Instead of answering, Echo rushes out of the room, locks himself in the cockpit and immediately starts a holo-call. His heart is pounding in his throat as your face appears on the holo, not just because he's upset and excited, the sight of you alone is enough to raise his pulse. "Took you long enough," you say with a cheeky smile. "You've got my blaster" It's not a question, it's a statement. Inwardly, he's annoyed that Crosshair thought of it before him. You lift the blaster into the holo for him to see. Echo lets out a deep sigh, relieved, a little annoyed. "I need it back," he says sternly.

You smile unperturbed and say, "I thought so. Then come and get it" "But-" You hang up before he can finish the sentence. A little stunned, Echo stares at the spot where the holo with your face used to be. When Echo comes out of the cockpit, he literally stomps through the main room towards the ramp. Hunter asks him cautiously, "Where are you going?" "Spanking someone's ass," Echo growls. "Kinky." Echo's eyes spark as he snaps, "Shut Up, Crosshair" The Sniper leans back in his bunk, unimpressed, chuckling softly.

You've been out all day, had some things to do. Echo didn't try to call again. But as you land your shuttle at the usual landing spot and open your ramp, you hear his footsteps on the ramp and in the ship before you even leave the cockpit.

He stops in the doorway to the cockpit, his gaze so serious and stony that at first you can't help but gulp. After a few seconds, you find your voice again. "Have you been waiting on the landing pad all day?" "Yes" The answer is very curt, a little abrupt. He stretches out his remaining hand, challenging you with a steely gaze. You feel yourself shrinking under his gaze as you pull out the blaster and place it in his hand. Echo holsters the weapon directly, still staring at you. "I should spank your behind" You say cheekily, "Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off first?" Echo raises a brow in confusion, but he doesn't stop you from unbuttoning your flight suit. "Somehow I imagined it would be different," he says, a little beside himself. "Disappointed? Should I stop?" Echo licks his lips and shakes his head.

"Uh, no it's okay, we'll see where this takes us" You laugh softly, kiss his heated cheek and say, "Well, I was hoping to my bunk"

Wrecker

It's a beautiful evening. The weather is warm, but not too hot. The dinner was delicious, and the atmosphere great. A perfect moment to pass the time with Wrecker. The nice thing about Wrecker is that he's up for any kind of nonsense and is anything but a party pooper. You've been fooling around for a while now. You've managed to take his blaster out of its holster and to get it back, Wrecker has been chasing you around the massive dining table on one of the terraces on Pabuu for a few minutes now. The others have long since left the scene, some laughing or grinning, others (Crosshair) rolling their eyes. You giggle happily and change direction every time he tries to trick you. A little out of breath, you tell him, "I won't make it that easy for you!" Wrecker lets out a cheerful laugh that almost sounds like thunder. "I'll get you one way or another, just wait and see" As he changes direction again, you do the same, squealing happily.

"We'll see about that," you answer cheekily. You have to hand it to Wrecker, as impatient as he sometimes is, when it comes to fun and games, he usually has the patience of an angel. You've been running around for so long, your lungs are starting to burn, your faces are flushed with exertion, but you both grin happily when your eyes meet. But then something happens that you don't expect. With a cheerful exclamation, Wrecker grabs the massive table and throws it behind him, removing the barrier between the two of you. He suddenly stands very close to you and grins down at you. You look up at him, still holding his blaster. "Told you I'd get you," he says, amused. "What the hell.... what happened to my table?" You both look to the side, startled, to where an exasperated Phee crosses her slender arms in front of her chest. "Uh," Wrecker begins, "We were just fooling around a bit."

Phee rolls her eyes and asks, "And you had to destroy my table to do that? Who's going to replace it for me?" A sigh is heard from the other direction, followed shortly by Hunter's unmistakable voice. "Wrecker. Care to explain that to me?" The giant shrugs his shoulders and says with a sweeping gesture, "We were fooling around and then things went off the rails" "So nothing new," Hunter sighs, "Do me a favor and go fool around somewhere you can't destroy anything" You look at Wrecker and ask, "Beach?" Wrecker grins broadly at you. "Beach!" he confirms, nodding and running after you. Phee and Hunter look after you both. The squad leader sighs again, whereupon Phee says amusedly, "Those two will be your downfall one day" Hunter laughs softly, "I know"

Tech

Tech is obsessively rummaging through his things in his bunk. "That's not possible..." Crosshair has been watching his brother in silence for a while now, but finally asks, "Did you lose something?" Tech grinds his teeth before answering, "My blasters are gone" Crosshair frowns. "Both of them?" "Both of them," Tech confirms, vigorously adjusting his goggles. "You're a slob, I wouldn't find anything in this mess either," the Sniper grumbles dryly. Tech takes a deep breath, straightens up and looks at his brother seriously. "I'm not a slob," he replies critically "Yes you are, you're a total slob, you hardly ever put anything away. Your bunk looks like a garbage dump" Tech touches his forehead as if he has a headache, then raises his finger in the air and says, "I don't need order to find my way around. I don't have to obsessively tidy everything like you do, no matter how messy my stuff and my bunk are, I always know exactly where my stuff is" Crosshair smirks and teases, "Then you certainly know where your blasters are"

Tech's ears turn red, he turns away and rummages around in his bunk for a while, sighing again and again in frustration. "Didn't you have a visitor yesterday?" Crosshair asks meaningfully. Tech turns back to him. "Yes, I did have a visitor. And?" Crosshair shrugs his shoulders suggestively. "If the blasters are suddenly gone, maybe someone took them." Tech frowns. "No, that can't be. They wouldn't do that. Why would they do that?" Crosshair shrugs again, leans back in his bunk and says, "How should I know? It's not my love interest." With a bright red head, Tech leaves the Marauder to make his way to you.

You are looking out of your window when you see him walking across the courtyard. He seems to be deep in thought and keeps shaking his head. You smile, apparently he has noticed that his blasters are missing. Shortly afterwards, you hear your doorbell ring. Tech keeps his finger on the bell for longer than necessary, a very energetic ring. You press the door opener without using the intercom. When he arrives at your apartment, he has already raised his finger. "How many times do I have to tell you not to just press the door opener? You have to make sure who's at the door, it's dangerous!" You say calmly, "I saw you at the window. But it's sweet that you're worried about me" Tech sighs softly, straightens his shoulders and straightens up a little. "I'd like my blasters back" "That's what I thought. But I want something in return" Tech frowns and asks, "So you stole my blasters to extort something from me?"

Now you frown, "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so crude and unromantic" His eyebrows move upwards in surprise. He asks confused, "Stealing my blasters was a romantic gesture?" You laugh softly and say as warmth rises in your cheeks, "I was going to ask for some of those sweet kisses you gave me yesterday in exchange" The corners of Tech's mouth twitch, his ears turn red, and he nervously shuffles his foot on the floor. "I only gave you one kiss yesterday. That was our first kiss," he corrects. When he thinks about it, his pulse starts to race again, his heart beats wildly and his body is suddenly filled with this incredible lightness again. "That's right. But now I want more," you say, biting your lower lip. Tech, steps closer and says, "A kiss for every blaster?" "Two per blaster," you say hastily, your ears already glowing hot and your puls racing through you. Tech smirks. "Okay, I think we can do that"

Crosshair

"No" "But-" "No," the Sniper repeats seriously, "This is not a weapon for beginners. You'll learn with the training rifle first and when I think you're ready, I might let you shoot with the Firepuncher" You sigh and roll your eyes. He has just turned his back to you and is putting the training gun away, but still he says, "Stop rolling your eyes. You're learning from me because I'm the professional, so trust my judgment too" "You're stupid," you say, pouting. Crosshair chuckles softly, turns to you and asks, "Then why do you keep coming here to train with me?" You point at his gun and say, "Because I want to shoot that thing someday" His eyebrows move upwards, and he asks, "So you only come here for the Firepuncher?" You shrug your shoulders and say cheekily, "Mostly" "You're a bad liar," Crosshair says, amused. You laugh and ask, "Why? What do you think I came here for?" Crosshair spreads his arms and strikes a pose. "To use my brother's words - isn't it obvious?..."

"You think I'm here for you?" you ask with a grin, "Well, maybe a little, but I think the Firepuncher is hotter" Crosshair laughs and continues packing. "Can't say I blame you" You watch him pack up the gear, then you hear his brother call out to him from the shuttle. "Excuse me a moment," Crosshair says, and disappears up the ramp inside. Your eyes fall on the case with the Firepuncher. You can't help yourself, you can't resist. You open the case, grab the gun and close the case again. You know he'll be angry, but the temptation is just too powerful.

When Crosshair comes out again and sees that you've already left, he sighs softly. He likes your visits, likes talking to you. Whenever you part ways, he feels a certain longing to have you with him for longer. He comforts himself with the thought that you will come back, if only because of the Firpuncher. He smiles and reaches for his weapon case, but his smile freezes. The case is clearly too light. He hastily puts the case back down and opens it. Empty. "You lousy little..." With a growl, the Sniper sets off. He already suspects where you might be.

The rifle is heavier than you expected, just aiming it properly is a challenge. "Maybe I should lie down," you mutter quietly to yourself. "And pull your pants down while you're at it, so I can spank your ass!" Crosshair's smoky voice startles you so much that you hastily turn around with an already embarrassingly high-pitched yelp and drop the gun on the grass. You stumble backwards as he comes towards you and almost fall, but the Sniper grabs the collar of your jacket just in time to hold you steady. "Not only are you stealing my gun, now you're dropping it!" "Not on purpose!" you say hurriedly and adjust your jacket as he lets go of you with a snort. His serious eyes bore into yours, and you don't even dare to blink for a long moment. Cautiously, you ask him, "How upset are you?" Crosshair crosses his arms in front of his chest and sighs heavily. "Very, to say the least." You smile wryly and say, "But you stopped me from falling down, so you don't hate me too much" He rolls his eyes, unknots his arms and picks up the Firepuncher from the grass. "Lie down," he grumbles. "What?" you ask, perplexed.

Impatiently, he snaps his fingers repeatedly and grumbles, "Do you want to learn something or not?" You hastily lie down on your stomach in the grass, Crosshair lies down next to you, presses the rifle into your hands and shows you how to use it properly. "How did you actually find me?" you want to know. Crosshair snorts softly and says almost gently, "This is where we practiced for the first time." "You remember that?" He rolls his eyes and says, "I never forget anything" You take a few practice shots and it goes well. Satisfied, you turn your head in his direction and smile. His expression doesn't say much, but he says, "Not bad for an amateur" As you look at him a little longer, studying the lines on his face, unable to help but admire his face, Crosshair suddenly snaps, "Stop staring at me like a love-struck dove, look at your target" As you hurriedly look forward again, your ears getting hot, a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. He likes you too, very much so, but he won't tell you anytime soon.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

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@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

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@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

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@bebopsworld

@echos-girlfriend

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lazywriter7 · 1 year ago

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Written for the Stony AUgust event, for week two/time period. Go check them out at @stonyauniverse!

we were infinite (6257 words) by lazywriter7 Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Maria Stark & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Maria Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Howard Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Middle School, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Childhood Friends, Video & Computer Games, Rollercoaster Tycoon, POV Tony Stark, early 2000s nostalgia, Fluff and Humor, Melancholy, Artist Steve Rogers, Growing Up, Coming of Age, Hyperfixations, Eventual Happy Ending Summary: The year is 2002. Boy meets boy. Both boys get obsessed with Rollercoaster Tycoon. They become best friends. And then they part ways, never to meet again. Probably. But childhood obsessions have a way of coming back to you.

#stonyaugust #2000s nostalgia #stony #lazywriting #video games #remember those incredibly intense friendships in middle/high school? because I do #lots of projection in this one folks #hope you enjoy it #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark

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wyrvel · 2 years ago

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🥺,👀,💞,🍦?

🥺Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I write a lot about unspoken tension and characters failing to communicate so when they decide to tear themselves wide open and expose even their most maladaptive thoughts in a need to be understood it really gets me. I think the first time I really went in on this was in the roof scene in DET (not a good fic don't read it) where Yam admitted to wanting to threaten suicide for attention vs Tsuna wanting to detonate his life and run away. Exposing your ugliest self....... uaghh......

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I'll do 2 since I'm posting the DbtA within like 2 days

Hanazawa's stare is intense. Shigeo swallows. “So they hired you to come find me?” He slowly circles Shigeo, eyeing him up and down. “And now you know about me. That’s not fair. What’s your name?” “Kageyama Shigeo.” “Right, Kageyama. Right, right. Well, I won’t keep you.” Hanazawa places a heavy hand on Shigeo’s shoulder and leans in. “But I feel like my privacy’s been violated. You understand, right? I’d like to talk more about this.”

from Not My Blood:

Izuna has been struck many times by his father, but it’s never left a ringing quite like this. It rings when Hashirama, puffy-eyed and stony-faced, marches right past him. It rings when the floorboards creak with the strain of sprouting new growth. It rings when Hashirama throws things across the bedroom. It rings so loud he can’t hear his parents in the other room, but he can feel the vibrations of their fight under his feet like thunder. It rings when he goes to bed, staring at the ceiling until he loses consciousness. It rings, and rings, and rings, until they dig the graves, and Itama’s is among them. Hashirama does not attend the burial.

💞 Who’s your comfort character?

Izuna.........my little meowmeow..................................

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

Part 2 and 3 of my ORV dokhyeok fic Tangible Things...ough...the fluff

#asks

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lavender-lotion · 1 year ago

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WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

i have a whooping 238 WIPS in my WIP folder SO I am co-opting this wip game to make my own!!

send me a title and i'll send you an excerpt from the WIP (or, if there's nothing written, i'll explain what the WIP idea is!)!

Criminal Minds:

Hotch insulting Reid to the unsub - praise and comfort and flirty existing back and forth

Hotch/Reid

Hotch/Reid gun range

hotch/reid hospital au

Morgan/Reid - S2 E4

Crossovers/Miscellaneous Fandoms

bucky/stiles

TW x Glee

venom/eddie/peter

X-Men / MCU

DC Extended Universe

Superbat

Encanto

antonio/parce

5 times Antonio helps Bruno +1 time Bruno helps Antonio

5 times Antonio crawls into bed with Camilo +1 time Camilo crawls into bed with Antonio

Antonio/Camilo

5 accidental dates +1 purposeful proposal / 5 times Mariano took Camilo on a date without realizing it +1 time he took Camilo on a date with Dolores on purpose

Mariano/Dolores/Camilo

Fate: The Winx Saga

5 times Riven gives Dane a first +1 time Dane gave Riven a first

Riven/Dane/Beatrix

Glee

Glee fic list

Kurt/Chandler

kurt/kenny

will/kurt

hummelcest pt 3

puckurtcest pt 2

with puck pt 2

sam not backing down

sam/kurt

kurt picking up dave's call

Kurtofsky - long fic coming out

Kurtofsky - after prom season 2

Ep 5:

Pukcurt

Puckurt - visiting during juvie

Kingsman (Movies)

Dad Eggsy

Eggsy/Roxy/Merlin

eggsy/trans roxy

emerging from the night and heart of me

Kingsman

protective eggsy

tattoo au

Touched starved merlin

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 times Happy patched up Peter and 1 time Peter patches up Happy

confrontation fic - venom

Jarvis/Tony

MindSpider - confrontation fic

Peter Harley James

stony dick pic

Twitter fic

Bruce Banner/Peter Parker Dom/Sub

DRAFT (hold me) steady

DRAFT to love and be loved by you

FINAL (hold me) steady

FINAL to love and be loved by you

GammaSpider continuation Hulk crush

hulk fic edits

Ned/Peter 2

Rhodey/Tony

keenker kinktober 12

drabble prompts spideypool confrontation fic

spideypool asexual gift for frosted goddess

Spideypool Big Bang

Spideypool prompt

Starker Big Bang

starker field trip fic

Starker Mob AU

I Built my Home, Inside Of You

Thorki

Thor/Peter

Bucky/Peter sex worker fic

Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby)

WINTERspider - confrontation

winterspider date fluff

winterspider smut

Ragnarok (TV 2020)

Laurits finds Magne after the show

Loki Laurits

primal Laurits

Ragnarok s2e1

S2E3 - key kiss

S2E5

Teen Wolf

Alpha Twins/Stiles

merwin bday fic - stiles/alpha pack?

peter/jackson

Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Good Lovin'

stiles in make up

Untitled Document

love confession??

part 3

Together, We Belong

Writing - Together, We Belong

chris/derek dom/sub

Deter -

deter marriage proposal

stiles/sam prompt sam saving stiles

Dressing porn

JR/Tyler

RPF

season 2 stackson

June 19 - Smut

June 20: Relationship Reveal

June 23: Free Day

Stalion magic alpha pack

Stallison

Beacn stanny

camboy stiles - stanny

gift for merwin

Gone and Past

Sr stalion And stennis

Stennis

Stennis sex

Feral Derek

Kate takes video of essentially rape

A Rut(acular) Tale

bmtmm

breathing you in sequel

continuation to fox!stiles

fox stiles installment

hale family

hornet au

Sr. Steter

seter courting??

steter for harry—alpha rut

steter kidfic

familiar steterek

Set up on date

steterek

Steterek kisses

steterek sad derek

young steterek

Soft steter->stetopher

stetopher series fight

tattoos

You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love)

alpha stiles omega john

Co-Write Thiny-Y

De-aged Sheriff

drunk dick pic stilinksicest

Impregnation kink

john jacking stiles off when he can't use his hands

John/Jordan/Stiles

Possessive fox sheriff claims his son

stilinskicest abusive claudia

Stilinskicest tattoo

Teen wolf gift for Levi

Twincest only fans

The House in the Cerulean Sea

Linus/Arthur

Phee/David

5 courting gifts Lucy gives Sal +1 (hopeful) courting gift Sal gives Lucy

chase

Salucy college au

the (delectable) devil

Weird City

smexy massage

X-Men

Charles angst childhood telepathy

Charles waking up in Jakob's arms

dadneto saves the day

Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Erik/Shaw

jakob/charles series

kurt/hank

Lonkma

Mutant High Verse

Phoenix Peter

quogan

Rare's En/Charles

Rare's Xavierine

Alemando age play

5 times Jas and Jimmy tried to seduce Piotr +1 time they didn't have to

jammy

kitney making out

Lonk first time

Lonk pt 2 "I have never felt so content with unexpected discoveries"

Lonk pt 2 PLANNING

Azazel/Janos snowball fight

azjanos

bobby/john discovering cherik

cain developing his mutation

Cain Marko/Charles Xavier AU

chain + body worship

Chain sharing a bed

cherigan fic

bab smut

charles mom sucks

Cherik Dating App

Co-Write Cherik AU

Dance Dads AU

Erik goes back in time cause Charles is dead but overshoots

post dofp smut

they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered

unbendable

bamg emma kdinapped angel

Emmangel Christmas

for even if she flees, soon she shall pursue

you cast diamonds across the waters of my innocence

magnet smut

Mags Family

Nina

Peter/Wendy POV

Hank and Alex bond during lab time

logan/emma

Lonk

Lonk awkwardly flirting for jasp

Lonk for lib

lonk kids action

lonk patching up

first meeting

5 times Kurt makes Peter bust a nut in his pants and 1 time Peter busts a nut in his pants on his own

Night silver

peter putting himself down

Angry Erik

QUICKNETO

quickneto identity reveal

original timeline grief fuck

scogan first meeting

scogan peach

Incest continuation

Summerscest ANGST

war photo masturbation

xavierine fic

Young Justice

Dick and Wally team up to seduce Conner

awuabird

S1E16 - aquabird

S1E18 - aquabird

birdflash

S1E16 - crack spitfire and aqua bird

S1E17 0 spitfire

S1e20 spitfire

SpitFire - S1E14 short

5 times superboy watches tv alone and one time dock watches tv with him

drabble prompts superbird

S1E17 - superbird

SuperBird - S1E16 superbird

superbird continutation TO WORK ON

Superbird s1e5

superboy asking out dick

Unsorted

A Guest Star

Anniversary fic

aquabird

chp 2. You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before

co-parent stanny post season 2

Gar/Connor

glee ideas

kuniff day 1

Kuniff day 2

kurtosfky pt 2

poly cule

poly fic act 1

poly fic act 2

poly fic act 3

PROMPTS:

Puckurt Sarah fic

stanny post season 2

sterek post season 2

twin fic sequel

Untitled Document

winter/peter

open tag to anyone who read them all haha

#teen wolf #marvel #mcu #glee #young justice #yj #x-men #xmen #x men #kingsman

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xinsomniac1101x · 7 years ago

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Part 1 of my contribution to the Superhusbands Aluminum Anniversary Anthology ( @stevetonystudios ). I was lucky to be able to partake in an anthology full of so much talented works! :D

Go here to download the whole anthology for free! It is almost 600 pages of wonderful glorious Stony love! ♥♥♥

Many thanks and hugs to @kdm103020doesstony (aka kdm103020 it wouldn’t let me tag this username for some reason *cries*). I would never have been able to even finish this comic on time nor would it have turned out as well as it had, without her brilliant editing skills and her critical eye! It was so great working with her during the RBB2017 and during this project! Again, thank you so much! You are a joy to work with and a wonderful person! :3

Part 1 | Part 2

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juuls · 2 years ago

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Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part Two

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Fandom: Marvel (Comics & MCU)

Stony, Polyvengers:

you great unfinished symphony (you sent for me) by @ketchupcrisp

The last thing Steve Rogers ever expected to see on a Wednesday afternoon was his (their) dead submissive tumbling out of a portal and practically into Phil’s lap, very much alive and frantic about Soul Stones and timelines and some other version of the team.

Avengers Family:

Of Spectrums and Spoons by @calloftherunningtide

Natasha had been taught to pretend – to act and respond just like she was supposed to act and respond - from an early age.

Things You Learn In the Kitchen at Night by @buzzcat

When Darcy went into the kitchen that night, she didn't expect to meet her platonic soul mate or Tony Stark, let alone have them be one and the same person.

Iron Family (typically very Civil War Team Iron Man):

Second Chances by @izazov

Tony Stark is in love with Steve Rogers. Also, he is dying. There is no direct correlation between those two facts. But there is also the matter of Steve Rogers having no idea about Tony’s feelings.

And all that's best of dark and bright by @kaaterinapetrova

When Steve Rogers leaves her to die in Siberia, Toni Stark hacks her soulmark apart, tears the flesh and veins until she is blinded with pain, and waits to die. Up above, somewhere in the universe, something fractures.

Trigger warning for cutting, suicidal thoughts, breakdown.

Siren by @tsuki-chibi

When the exvengers were granted pardons, they return to the Compound. Steve was prepared to fight an uphill battle, but not for the biggest change of all:a clone of Peggy Carter, who is already at the Compound and acting as the newest Avenger. Determined to see everything go back to the way it was, Steve, Wanda and Clint become obsessed with figuring out a way to upstage the New Avengers and prove that the Accords are unnecessary.

Spoiler: their plan doesn't work.

Basic Rules by @striving-artist

It said something about Toni’s life that she had an established system in case of kidnapping and torture, and while there had been tweaks, it was still basically the same as from when she was a kid.

1. Let them underestimate you. 2. Don’t fight back until you have an exit. 3. Lie from the start. 4. Protect what matters. 5. Assume no one is coming to help.

you want a war? (you don't know what you're asking for) by @dyke-yoonji

“And now? Now you’ve all betrayed,” Steve flinched at the choice of words, “Stark, and Potts and Rhodes are not going to sit and take it.”

Natasha frowned at the phone. “What does this mean for us?”

Fury laughed - an ugly laugh with no myrth in it. “It means that Potts or Rhodes are the ones who sent me this phone because they wanted me to contact you. They wanted me - and you - to know that they are with Stark, that they are the line of defence between him and us.” “It means that they just declared war. God have mercy on your souls.”

Tony Stark is Not a Supervillain (But his Poker Group All Are) by DaughteroftheSilverMoon

A superhero walks into a room full of villains- and they play poker and give him a drink. After all, it's the polite thing to do. Only then they get to liking him, and all of a sudden they're slaying dragons for the good guys. It's very disconcerting, but kind of nice.

The Worst Job by @thealextheshipper

Jessica is assigned as the Rogue Avengers Accords delegate upon their return to the US, on the plus side she befriends Tony Stark, on the down side she has to deal with PR nightmare Steve Rogers, and his best friend PR nightmare Clint Barton.

DomesticIronHawk: (Laura/Clint/Tony)

Set On Fire by @allthemarvelousrage

She's not sure if she forgot to take her suppressants, or if something Wanda did screwed with her meds, but her world is on fire for the first time in years, and there's no one to help her through it... until there is.

IronMarvel:

Keep Me in Your Orbit by @moonlitmidnight-1

A post Civil War AU in which Toni knew Carol during the events of Captain Marvel, and was the person she gave the pager to.

IronStrange:

ARC I: An Infinity In The Wings by @bad-days-and-beautiful-nights

Stephen and Toni met just before she's kidnapped. They spent the night together and when she returns, they strike up an easy friendship. Soon enough, Stephen falls in love with her, but by the time he realizes, it's too late. Hoping she never finds out, he gracefully steps back, trusting Captain America to be the right man for his best friend. But when Steve surprises everyone and Toni ends up at death's door for the fourth time, Stephen has to re-evaluate his life's choices.

IronTaser:

Disinformed by Del_Rion

It’s time to come clean about Phil Coulson’s death. Out of all the Avengers, Tony’s reaction is the most surprising, and Phil must investigate it further.

Maria Hill/Sif:

Diplomatic Relations and Intelligence Failures by @scifigrl47

Maria Hill would like a night off, and maybe a date. She's not likely to get either one of them, so she's pretty resigned to long nights of protecting the world from behind the scenes. It's very satisfying, but not quite in the way she's hoping for.

Most people who know Maria are far too intimidated to make a pass. Luckily, the Lady Sif doesn't have that problem.

Phlint:

SHIELD Has Paperwork for Everything by @scifigrl47

Clint Barton knows where his loyalties lie, and they have more to do with his handler than his employer. Phil Coulson takes his responsibilities seriously, and a big part of his job is protecting the agent in his care from any threat to his well-being.

At this rate, neither of them is going to get a date. Natasha Romanov has other ideas, and the only side she's on is her own.

Stucky:

Reputation by @cpt-winniethepooh

Captain America is a hero to the nation, but an uncomfortable cage for Steve Rogers. He is confined by his reputation as the boring Avenger, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, and has long given up on hope to change his public image.

Then he meets James Barnes, the infamous assassin also known as the Winter Soldier, who recently switched sides and is now working for the US instead of Russia. Barnes is tall, dark and handsome with his man-bun and eyeliner, and everything Steve shouldn’t want but does.

But just as there is more to Steve than Cap, there is more to Barnes than the Soldier - but will they be able to see that and find happiness?

An albumfic about finding love through the noise, set to the tune and narrative of Taylor Swift’s Reputation.

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by @hellotailor, @alwaysalreadyangry, eleveninches, febricant, @morgan-leigh

“Heil Hydra,” the enemy agent shouts.

“Heil this, motherfucker,” says Captain America, shooting off a rocket.

Steve and Bucky find out Hollywood has been busy since they went away. A historical survey, including but not limited to: one set of exploded genitals, a brief interlude in France, Mel Gibson and other masterworks of casting, eight Academy awards, several dinosaurs, and something Tony Stark has ominously dubbed “the masterpiece.” Art included.

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by @cpt-winniethepooh

Steve gets a Twitter account, then an Instagram one, then he gets Bucky back, too.

ThunderIron:

King Of Hearts, Queen Of . . . Nothing by ThatDamnKennedyKid

He was sure that she didn't remember, not with the way she had cried herself into drunken slumber in his arms. That did not mean he forgot. Not anything - not the painful slurs from her father that lingered in her mind, the barely visible scars across her arms and thighs from jumping into adulthood alone before she was no longer a child, how she had blubbered the name Yinsen over and over again like a regret.

I don't Want the World to See Me by @outercorner

Tony has a secret, one that is harder and harder to keep from observant teammates.

WinterIron:

Lines by @treesramblings

“If you want—and feel free to say no, everyone and their mothers know that I’m the queen of offering too much where I’m not wanted—but, if you want…” Toni hesitates, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and then continues, “well, that’s the longest period of uninterrupted sleep I’ve had since last week, which was also with you, and—twice is a coincidence, but maybe we could test to see, uh, see if it’s a pattern? Only if you want; I’m not trying to guilt you into it. In fact, forget I said anything. This is a horrible idea. I’m just going to leave—”

She’s stopped by his fingers slipping into her palm as he's suddenly standing in front of her. “Okay,” he whispers.

The tension that had built up in her body releases all at once and she looks up into his eyes, the ever present churn of emotion swirling enchantingly, tenderly.

“Okay,” she responds, and his hand glides from hers as he turns away. She aches with the missing weight.

Watercolour Scars by ThatDamnKennedy

Despite fighting against Iron Man, Bucky didn't actually know Tony. Even then, he didn't know how he was the only one starstruck. He couldn't imagine the kind of miracles she must have pulled off before for the team to not even thank her.

Our Shattered Past by Elenduen

Bucky survives the snap, survives to see two-thirds of the universe die, half turning to ash, the others killed because those others turned to ash. He follows Steve back to America and the Avengers compound struggling to try and make sense of everything that has happened. Then Tony Stark returns to earth, broken, sick, desolate. Bucky feels he owes Tony for what he did to his parents, he wants to find a way to make amends and the only way he think to do that is to act as protection for Tony while he slowly recovers from his time in space.

Tony couldn't care less what happens to him now. He failed, Peter is gone, two-thirds of the Universe is gone, why should he care if he lives or dies now? he is determined to help others while he can though and if that means Barnes is following him around then he can help too.

What neither expect is a relationship to blossom between them or the family that blooms out of the ashes of their shattered pasts.

721 Fifth Avenue by Skarla

Tony Stark is a man of many faces; stressed, a little manic, overly fond of smoothies and kinder than anyone Bucky has ever met, although he hides it well. He's not quite sure why no one else is providing the support and companionship that the man is quietly desperate for, but it's no hardship to step up to the plate. He's always had a thing for scrappy underdogs after all.

The Evidence by @striving-artist

Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

ShieldShock:

MARRY, FUCK, KILL by @sevensneakyfoxes

"Actually, you know, I get it. Rogers would be an excellent MARRY choice. You know that he'd never leave the toilet seat up, would never drink the last of the milk, and would clean the rain gutters without prompting," Darcy says. She's never really considered Steve as anything other than Captain America who is impossibly unapproachable; weirdly enough, the things she finds intimidating about him as a person oddly work for her in a domestic setting. "Ugh, plus you just KNOW Barton would be the type of fucker that would eat the last oreo and then shove the empty box back into the cupboard."

"So what's your list then, Darcy?" Jane asks, turning back to look at the mold, which has done exactly fuck all in the last half-hour.

"Don't rush me! I need to make an informed, calculated choice."

Darcy looks down at her pad, then back up at Natasha. She purses her lips in thought. "You've fucked Barnes, right? How dexterous is that metal hand?"

The ladies of SHIELD play a mass game of MARRY FUCK KILL, Avengers edition.

Wherein everyone marries Steve, kills Tony, Jane betrays science and Darcy hypothetically turns Thor into a llama.

WinterShock:

Black Holes and Revelations by @amidtheflowers

The Winter Soldier doesn’t like her much. It doesn’t help when they get thrown in a black hole together.

WinterShieldShock:

Upon A Hill, Across a Blue Lake by @i-mushi

Fluffy ABO - Darcy has a few run-ins with the police and a couple Alpha Avengers show up to help. She /really/ should have specified to Jane not to send her crushes when she called for help. Steve/Darcy/Bucky Alpha!Steve, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Darcy

WinterWidowIronShield:

my body is not their bed by @deathsweetqueen

In 1995, the Engineer and the Winter Soldier escape HYDRA and end up, bleeding, on Peggy Carter's doorstep.

This is their journey after. This is the story of their victory march.

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Something More Than Physical (part 4)

Description: WayV ot7 x female reader series

Warnings: Smut, cursing, reverse harem, prostitution, angst, fluff, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk

Disclaimer: This story is a fictional work and in no way is intended to cause harm or defame real people and organizations. This story in no way implies that the characters here are portrayed like in real life.

Word Count: 4.27k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It’s been about two weeks since you’ve been with WayV and you were already fucking half of them on the regular. Yangyang, Xiaojun, and Winwin had made no advancements on you, which was fine, but then you started picking up some tense vibes from Dejun and Sicheng.

At first you thought it was your imagination, but it was starting to become more obvious. You thought they were just annoyed how the other members made it obvious what you were doing with them, even making competitions to see who could give you the most orgasms, but then it started feeling a little more personal. They would never look you in the eye if you were alone with them and there was always uncomfortable silence. You were sure they had their own personal reasons and you weren’t really offended by it, but little did you know you were practically tearing the group apart as an argument about you arose between two of the members after work yesterday.

“We have to terminate our contract with her,” Winwin had urged his leader. “Can’t you see that Yangyang and Hendery have already fallen for her? If she stays longer who knows what will happen?”

Kun sighed. “I understand. But I think kicking her out would honestly be a hassle.”

“A hassle for who?” Winwin argued. “All we have to do is tell our manager that we wish to terminate the contract between us and send her back to the brothel.”

“It’s not that simple, Sicheng,” Kun protested, rubbing his temples. He had anticipated that him and Xiaojun would come to argue about you eventually, but he had slightly hoped they would have just brushed it off the longer you stayed.

“How is it not that simple,” Winwin furrowed his brows. “Wait, don’t tell me… you’ve fallen for her, too?

Kun’s eyes widened. “Hey, Dong Sicheng. Don’t make accusations like that.”

“Whatever,” Winwin rolled his eyes. “I’ve known you for several years now. I know when you’re lying and when you’re in love. The whole reason I didn’t want to get into the whole sex worker business is because I knew something like this would happen. You knew it, too, and that’s why you made a rule not to catch feelings when she started. And yet, look at you all now. At least three of you have fallen for the same girl who’s only using our bodies for money. I don’t want our group to have ruined friendships just because some girl comes between us.

“Kun-ge,” Winwin put his hands on the eldest’s shoulders and locked eyes with him. “I’m not just asking as a friend, but as a brother, please reconsider. Think about how this will affect your career and the seven of us as a whole.”

Kun and Winwin had proceeded to be tense and constantly trying avoid each other the next day and you weren’t the only one who noticed.

Lucas frowned as Winwin almost bumped into him in the hallway while he and Kun wordlessly brushed past each other with stony looks on their faces. “What’s up with them,” he nodded at Kun who stepped out of the dorm as he sat down on the couch next to you and Yangyang.

“Don’t know,” you shrugged. “They’ve been like that all morning. They must’ve fought or something.”

“(Y/n), don’t stop playing with my hair!” Yangyang pouted, his head having been laid down on your lap for a while now.

You smiled down at him. “Sorry.” You resumed running your fingers throughout his scalp as Yangyang closed his eyes again.

“Although, it is weird,” Yangyang mused. “Kun-ge and Winwin-hyung never really fight. I wonder what they could’ve been talking about to make them act like that towards each other?”

“It is strange,” Lucas agreed. “I’ve never seen them act like that before. Do you think they were fighting about (y/n)?” Lucas’s eyes suddenly fell on you and his ears turned pink. “I mean, uh… n-not that you did anything wrong, you know. I mean, I’m sure you’ve noticed that Winwin is kind of tense around you, too. Not that it’s your fault.”

“Dude,” Yangyang cut him off, opening his eyes. “You’re not helping. Besides, I seriously doubt they were fighting about her. Even though Winwin and Xiaojun were very hesitant about getting a worker, they’ve been pretty cool about it. I’m sure they’ve gotten used to it now.”

“Hey, guys,” Ten suddenly entered the room, pulling at the strings of his hoodie. “What’s going on here?”

Yangyang sat up from your lap, the blood finally getting to circulate through your legs again as you sighed in relief. “We think Kun and Winwin-hyung fought.”

“Ah, that,” Ten nodded as he took a seat at the end of the couch. “Yeah, they did.”

All eyes suddenly flickered in interest at Ten. “You know about it?!” Yangyang exclaimed.

Ten shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”

“Tell us what happened!” Yangyang and Lucas cried at the same time.

“Well, I didn’t hear them word for word but I kind of overheard them at the studio yesterday.”

The three of you stared at Ten expectantly. “That’s it?!” Yangyang exasperated when Ten didn’t continue.

“Well, yeah.” Ten shrugged. “Like I said, I didn’t hear every word they said so I just left when they stopped talking.”

“Well what did it sound like they were talking about?” Lucas pressed.

“Well,” Ten pulled at the lobe of his ear carelessly. “It sounded like they were talking about sending (y/n) back.”

Silence.

“‘Back’,” Yangyang repeated slowly. “Back where?”

Ten shrugged. “To the brothel we got her from, I guess.”

All eyes were on you, but you weren’t sure what to feel. Honestly, you shouldn’t really have cared since they were only your clients and things like that can happen. But at the same time, the more time you spent with them, the more you realized you actually liked being around them and being their roommate. On one hand, if you had to go back, you didn’t really want to. But then again, you weren’t really meant to stay with these boys forever. They were just your clients, after all.

“I doubt we will send her back, though,” Ten spoke again. “Kun wouldn’t do that. He’s too infatuated with (y/n) to let her go that easily. That’s probably why him and Winwin are being cold towards each other.”

“So Winwin wants me gone,” you piped up. The reality of it actually felt a bit more harsh than you thought it would. You knew he didn’t want to sleep with you, but wanting to actually kick you out seemed a bit cruel.

“(Y/n),” Yangyang sympathized. “We won’t let that happen.”

“Thanks…” You muttered. You knew you shouldn’t get attached to any of your clients, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like them in the slightest. You didn’t have feelings for them, of course, but thinking about your life without them felt a little disappointing.

“It’s not really our decision, though,” Ten pointed out. “Kun gets the final say in it. Whatever he says we will have to go with. Let’s just not worry about it until then.”

“How could you be so heartless?” Yangyang glared. “Don’t you care about (y/n) at all?”

“Of course I do,” Ten said. “But it’s not our decision what happens to her.”

“Ten’s right,” you agreed. “I’m only here under contract, after all. If Kun makes the decision to send me back, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“But, (y/n),” Yangyang argued. “I- we don’t want you to go back. You don’t even like it there.”

You shrugged. “True. But what can I do?”

Yangyang frowned. “I’m gonna persuade Kun to make you finish your contract.”

“Six months is a lot, though,” Lucas spoke up. “A lot of artists don’t even make contracts for one month. Can Winwin and Xiaojun really hold out for that long?”

“Whose side are you on here, dude?” Yangyang frowned.

Lucas shrugged. “All I’m saying is we should prepare for the worst. I like (y/n), too, but Kun is also most likely to put his members before anything.”

Yangyang huffed. “I should talk to Winwin-hyung about it and try to change his mind. Trying to change Xiaojun’s mind won’t be as easy, though.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Well…” Yangyang averted his eyes to his hands. “I don’t know if I should really air out his business- .”

“He just got dumped from a very serious relationship and he’s trying to heal. That’s why he didn’t want a worker in the first place,” Ten explained.

“Dude.” Yangyang gawked at Ten.

“Ah,” you mused. “I’ve oftened worked with people who hired me to get over breakups. But it doesn’t surprise me if he also wants to heal on his own.” You sighed. “It seems like I’m kind of tearing you guys apart.”

Ten shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it. Xiaojun doesn’t think it’s a big deal that all of us are doing you, but he also doesn’t really want anything to do with you either. At least not yet. And I’m sure Winwin will probably change his mind eventually. He’s probably just worried about the group’s well-being.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes. Part of you really regretted the decision of signing that contract with SM. You knew that things would get messy very quickly. But another part of you was grateful that you had the opportunity to be with WayV as well as earning as much money as you were. Just one whole year with SM. That’s all you had to endure. Then all of it would be over.

When nightfall came, the boys all sat at the table over dinner. You had already finished eating and was holed up in your room before the boys as usual. There was a heavy silence and thick tension in the air as the boys picked at their meals.

“So…” Lucas started awkwardly. “Does anyone want to discuss the elephant in the room?”

“What elephant?” Hendery asked obliviously.

“I’m assuming he means the situation with (y/n).” Ten glanced between Kun and Winwin, who were sat at opposite sides of the table glaring at each other.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” Kun said bluntly.

“If there’s nothing to discuss then we should all be in agreement, then,” Winwin glared.

Hendery looked back and forth between the two. “I’m confused. Am I missing something?”

When no one said anything Ten sighed. “Winwin wants to terminate our contract with (y/n).”

“What?” Hendery dropped his chopsticks with a clatter on the table. “No, we can’t do that.”

“See, this is exactly what I was talking about.” Winwin crossed his arms. “Some of them already started catching feelings and it’s going to tear this whole group apart.”

Hendery’s cheeks blushed a light pink. “T-that’s not true. It’s just… we shouldn’t send her back…” he trailed off awkwardly.

Winwin sighed. “We can’t keep her around as long as there’s feelings involved. I’m sure Xiaojun agrees with me on this one.”

“I already told you,” Xiaojun poked at his chicken. “I don’t care what you guys do as long as you leave me out of it.”

“Why are you so against her being here?” Yangyang asked. “You also agreed to have a worker. Why do you want to send her back so badly?”

“Because now that a lot of you caught feelings, it’s going to complicate things!” Winwin snapped. “You guys are going to get jealous and distracted and it’s going to interfere with work and our personal lives.”

“No one here has caught feelings,” Yangyang retorted.

“Really?” Winwin raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Prove me wrong, then. Send her back. If you don’t have feelings for her you’d have no problem with doing it.”

Yangyang opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it when he couldn’t think of a comeback. Winwin sighed. “You see? I’d be fine with it if you guys had been a bit more mature about it and kept things professional, but this is going to quickly spiral out of hand the longer she stays here.”

“You don’t know that,” Kun argued.

“Don’t I?” Winwin tilted his head. “I’m sure you guys heard about the rumor of SNSD catching feelings for their worker and some of the members fought and now they refuse to work with each other.”

“It’s just a rumor,” Kun rolled his eyes. “You know how staff likes to make up stuff to spread around the company.”

“Maybe,” Winwin said. “But is it really worth the risk?”

“You know what I think,” Ten butt in. “I think you need to get laid. Honestly, I think you’re stressing about it too much.”

Winwin’s eyes widened. “How am I stressing too much about it?”

“Because you’re the only one that’s worried about it,” Ten exasperated. “You think you’re the only one who noticed Kun, Yangyang, and Hendery caught feelings? And don’t you guys try to deny it,” Ten suddenly said as the three of them started muttering protests. “None of them have let it bother with work or argued about it, so I don’t see what’s the problem.”

Winwin sighed and pushed himself away from the table. “Fine. Do what you want, but I hope you guys realize it’s a mistake keeping her here.” He threw away his hardly touched food and left the dining room, leaving an awkward silence at the table.

“So… what now?” Lucas asked finally.

Kun sighed and stood up from the table. “I need to think.” He cleared his area as well and went into his room.

There was another prolonged silence. Lucas’s gaze fell on Xiaojun. “Dejun- ,”

“Don’t look at me,” Xiaojun interrupted. “I said I didn’t care what you guys did or do as long as I’m not dragged into it.” He followed suit as the others before him and left the room, leaving four of the members looking at each other around the table.

“So…” Yangyang started awkwardly. “You have feelings for (y/n), too?” His eyes flicked over at Hendery.

Hendery sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it. It was an accident and I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sure none of you meant to catch feelings,” Ten said, rolling his chicken on his plate with his chopsticks. “But you can’t control catching feelings for someone. The best you can do is to just control them or move on.”

“When did you start having feelings for her?” Yangyang pressed on.

Hendery slammed his chopstick down on the table. “Does it really matter?”

“It does to me,” Yangyang insisted.

“Why? What difference does it make? It’s all just one sided for the rest of us, anyway.”

“You say that, but you still continue to sleep with her,” Yangyang pointed out.

“I’m done talking about this,” Hendery abruptly stood up and left the table as well.

“Well,” Ten said after Hendery shut the door to his room. “This has been a very eventful dinner. I guess this is my cue to leave as well.” Ten cleared the rest of the table up before turning down the hallway.

Yangyang sighed and rested his head on the table. “When did this situation become such a mess?”

Lucas shrugged. “It’ll probably blow over soon. Everyone will probably forget about the fight tomorrow morning and everything will go back to the way it was.”

“Maybe,” Yangyang said, although he was still unconvinced. “I still can’t believe Hendery and Kun have feelings for (y/n). I mean, I shouldn’t be as surprised that Hendery does, but it still kind of feels… strange.”

Lucas scratched his neck. “I mean it was pretty obvious all three of you caught feelings, but I guess when you’re in love you don’t really notice when other people are, too.”

Yangyang looked up at his hyung. “Do you have feelings for her, too?”

Lucas pursed his lips. “Maybe, maybe not,” he finally said. “We may never know.”

Yangyang rolled his eyes. “I’m assuming that means you do, too.”

“Maybe,” Lucas repeated. “Don’t think about it too much, though. I’m scared you might get depressed or something.”

Yangyang sighed. “What can I do? I did this to myself, anyway.”

Lucas shrugged. “I guess it was bound to happen when we all started sleeping with the same girl. But I don’t think she really thinks of us the same way we think of her.”

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Yangyang muttered. But no matter how much Yangyang told himself his feelings were one sided, he always yearned for you to feel the same way towards him. With every gentle touch, every bright smile, every hearty laugh, Yangyang wished that the feeling was mutual.

While Yangyang and Lucas were wrapping things up at the table, you heard a knock on the door to your room. Considering the sounds you heard from the dining room, you were sure that it wasn’t someone trying to get their dick wet right now. You turned off your phone and opened the door to see Ten standing there with his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. “Hey, bestie, can I come in?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” You stepped aside to let Ten in and closed the door behind him. “What’s up?”

“Just… checking up on you.” Ten hopped on your bed and put his arms behind his head. “Seeing if you recovered from the orgasm I gave you earlier today.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard that Lucas has already given me three today. But anyway,” you crossed your arms and sat on the edge of your bed. “Why are you really here?”

Ten smirked. “You’re very observant. I’ve always liked that about you. Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, then.” Ten suddenly turned serious as his eyes locked with yours. “How are you feeling? About the whole situation?”

“You mean the one where there’s talk of terminating my contract,” you asked rhetorically. “Honestly, not super thrilled about it.”

Ten nodded slowly. “I’m assuming you heard the fight at the dinner table?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I could tell Winwin was really upset and argued a lot with Kun. And then I think I heard Hendery and Yangyang arguing. But I couldn’t really pick up any words.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened,” Ten sighed.

“I’m really sorry about all this,” you murmured.

Ten’s eyes widened at you. “Hey, (y/n), no one is blaming you for this. You’re not at fault here. No one is. Things just kind of… happen this way.”

“Yeah, but I know you guys are really close and I just don’t want you guys to ruin your friendship because of me.”

“That won’t happen,” Ten assured you. “I’m sure Winwin’s just tense because he’s always hearing rumors the staff makes up. I’m sure once he stops stressing about it he’ll be fine.”

You sighed. “I don’t know. It sounded like Hendery and Yangyang were also mad at each other.”

“Oh,” Ten tried to think of what to say. “That’s nothing. It was just a little dispute. They’re fine.”

“You’re lying.”

Ten gave you a crooked smile. “Seems like I can never get past you.” His face turned solemn again. “Don’t worry about it, though. These things will fix themselves. It just takes time.”

“I’m the reason why everyone is arguing, though, aren’t I?”

You searched Ten’s eyes as he swallowed hard before answering. “Yes,” he admitted, and that honestly made you slightly disappointed, but not surprised. “But don’t think about it too much. Like I said, fights between the guys never last long. They’ll all sort out their thoughts and feelings eventually. You won’t even have to leave here.”

You sighed and laid your head in Ten’s lap. “It still bothers me. Whatever happened back there sounded pretty serious.”

Ten casually started to play with your hair. “You want me to help take your mind off of it,” he hummed.

You made a face. “You know, sex isn’t the solution to everything.”

“It would be for this,” he snickered. “Besides, I could go down on you and see if I can beat Lucas’s daily record of giving you three orgasms.”

You smirked. “You know, Kun still holds the all-time record of giving me five in one day.”

Ten rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how. That man is so old I’m surprised he has that kind of stamina in him.”

“You’re the same age,” you pointed out. “Besides, you’re not even hard yet.”

Ten waggled his eyebrows. “How about you make me and I’ll give you so many orgasms that we’ll both lose count.”

You smirked. “You’re on.”

During that night Winwin could not sleep. Partially because he was still thinking about the fight at dinner, but mostly because he could hear your moans all the way down the hall. It’s not like he hasn’t put up with the sounds before, but it was particularly frustrating this time after the argument at dinner.

“Fuck, Ten! Right there!”

Winwin sighed as he felt a rush of blood go down to his groin. Looked like another lonely night of jacking off to the sounds you made in bed. Lucas fell right asleep the second his head hit the pillow and Winwin was good at keeping quiet, so he knew it wouldn’t be a problem.

Winwin quietly pulled the band of his shorts down and pulled his semi-hard cock out.

“Oh, god don’t stop!”

He focused on your voice, wrapping his hand around his length and started an agonizingly slow pace up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Ten, I’m cumming!”

Winwin bit his lip as your moans got louder and increased in frequency as he recognized in your voice that you were close. He sped his hand up a little bit, willing himself to get harder. When a high-pitched scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm washed over you, Winwin’s cock throbbed as he tried to imagine what your face looked like. How your eyes would be screwed shut, mouth gaping open as your eyebrows furrowed before relaxing. Winwin squeezed his cock harder, biting his lip as to not wake Lucas.

He continued pumping himself, listening for anymore sounds before he heard your whimpers and Ten’s groans. Winwin knew Ten had just entered you since based on the sounds he’s heard from your room the past couple of weeks, Ten loved giving you head before properly fucking you.

“Oh, god, (y/n)!” Ten groaned. “Move your hips just like that! You feel so good, baby.”

Fuck, did you really feel as good as the other members claimed? Winwin cursed himself, wishing he hadn’t been so shy so he could have had his way with you earlier. If only half of the group hadn’t caught feelings, Winwin would be all over you right now, making you moan for him instead of Ten. Just the thought frustrated him, making him beat his dick harder and making it harder to conceal with groans.

“Ten! I- ah! I’m s-so close,” your moans echoed through the dorm. “Feels so fucking good!”

“Yeah, baby,” Ten’s growl could faintly be heard. “You gonna cum already? After I just- fuck! After I just made you c-cum on my tongue? That’s it, kitten, cream master’s cock! Cum on it just like this.”

Winwin felt himself nearing his orgasm as the slapping sounds and moans from your room got louder. When he heard your euphoric squeals from your orgasm, Winwin couldn’t hold himself back any longer as he too reached his high, cum shooting up from his dick and landing on his torso and over his hands.

Winwin sighed to himself as he heard Ten chasing his own high, reaching over the nightstand for a tissue to clean himself up. He immediately felt gross about what he’d done and felt like such a hypocrite. How could he tell his friends to get rid of you when here he was jacking off to the sound of them doing you every night?

He recalled the conversation at the dinner table and what Ten has said; “I think you need to get laid. Honestly, I think you’re stressing about it too much.”

Was it really that simple? He couldn’t even fathom how Kun and Hendery still continued to fuck you even though they had caught feelings. He wasn’t sure how they were fine with having to share you. Was he really just overthinking it and jealousy wouldn’t be an issue here? But it still didn’t explain why Yangyang and Hendery had sounded tense after he left the table.

‘I think you need to get laid,’ Ten’s voice echoed in his head.

“Okay, I get it,” Winwin grumbled aloud to himself. “Maybe I have been to strung up about everything.”

Making up his mind, Winwin decided to get out of bed and make his way to your room. He barely reached the door when he bumped into Ten.

“Oh, hey.” The older boy looked surprised to see him. He looked back in the direction Winwin was walking in and then back at Winwin, his eyes narrowing. “Are you here to…”

Winwin’s ears burned a bright red. “I don’t want a word about this from you.”

Ten pursed his lips. “Alright, then.” He continued down along his way before abruptly stopping again. “Oh, by the way,” he turned back to face his dongsaeng. “Be careful. I’m not sure how many rounds are left in her tonight,” he turned away with a smirk.

Winwin rolled his eyes before walking up to the door to your room, hand raised ready to knock before he took a deep breath.

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reluctant-mandalore · 4 years ago

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A Soothing Touch (Boba Fett x gn!Reader)

Even the great and legendary bounty hunter Boba Fett needs a break. So of course you and him end up going to a spa to relax in the hot springs there alone together. Soon finding yourself sharing some soft and affectionate moments with the usually closed off bounty hunter.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, flirting, touching (nothing to bold thou), lots of kissing, naked folk, cuddling, hot spring/spa, established relationship, not beta read.

Word Count: 2542

Pairing: Boba Fett x gn!Reader

a/n: So I saw this art by @space-girl-and-droids-art and got inspired to write a fic about cuddling with Boba at the spa. We need more soft boba shbdfbsdfs Edit: Originally planned on doing smut for part 2, but I dunno if I am now. ;-; Maybe I will, maybe I wont. For now this is it.

The spa that you two had gone to that day had been beautiful. Lovely for sure, but overly expensive as well. Though that hadn’t seemed to bother the famed bounty hunter when he had picked it out among the many which had been suggested to him.

Now standing by the edge of the private hot spring you couldn’t help but gaze at the said man currently relaxing within its warm and calming waters. His armor had been removed long before you had come to join him. His body leaning against the stony rim of the pool, as his eyes had remained firmly closed even when you had first approached.

Boba had almost looked peaceful that way. The steam in the air like a fine cloak which just barely covered his naked self from your wandering eyes. While the water he had soaked in rippled around him with each slight movement. You couldn’t help but watch as a bead of sweat had dripped down from his neck to his shoulder blade. The way that his scars traced his skin making your fingers twitch with the need to caress and soothe them.

He was beautiful like this. Sprawled out and bare for anyone to see. Though only you would be the one to have the pleasure of getting to look at him in such a way. He didn’t let his guard down around just anyone after all.

You were the exception.

“Well are you going to come join me?” The sound of his low voice had dragged you out of the trance you had found yourself in. His eyes now opened, as he stared at you with a hint of amusement hidden within his darkened depths. “Or are you just going to keep standing there gawking at me?”

You had felt your heart flutter at his words, as a shy warmth had quickly formed at the weight of them. “I… I’m coming in! Just need a moment, that's all.”

Boba had merely let out an amused hum at your stuttered reply. His body shifting a bit as he waited and watched for you to come join him within the water. There hadn’t been much emotion to his face as he did this. There never really was if you had thought long and hard about it. He had always been more of a man of action then anything else. Though his eyes had never seemed to hide what he had been feeling from you, and right now his eyes had held nothing but longing. A sight that had only made the warm feeling blossoming within yourself grow the more you had taken notice of it.

Removing the robe you had worn that day had seemed to be more difficult in your flushed state. As you had fumbled with the belt and nearly tripped into the water when placing it off to the side. Your body had moved uneasily as you did this. As you weren’t sure if you should put on a show of undressing for him or not. Though you found yourself wondering if it would be better to just focus on not falling in and not hurting yourself while walking along the slippery edge. Making a fool of yourself was probably the worst thing you could do in this type of situation.

Boba didn’t seem to mind in the slightest though. He never really seemed too. It was just how he was with you. Calm and patient; stern but kind; ruthless and yet honorable—that was the Boba Fett you had known well. It had also been the one that you had fallen so deeply in love with too.

Though regardless of how awkward you may have been with undressing, the man’s eyes could be felt on you the entire time. His heated gaze roaming over your naked form as if you were the most finest of meals. To him you were of course. You were his beautiful cyar’ika—a precious gem among the dunes so to speak—and someone he had planned to hold onto for as long as you would let him.

Settling into the water you couldn’t help but let out a pleased sound. The warmth of the spring instantly managing to relax your muscles and bring a calming cloud to your thoughts. You had stolen a quick glance to the bounty hunter then. Your breath nearly catching as your gaze had locked with his own. There had been a feeling of desire and yearning held within his eyes now. The sight of which had made you burn over with a brief and numbing passion. All while causing your own heart to thunder loudly within your chest. Although you had broken the contact quickly. Finding yourself overcome with your nerves well held under his breathtaking eyes.

Boba had always seemed to have that effect on you. It had been overbearing, but also comforting at times. Another reassurance that reminded you of how much he truly did want to keep you by his side. Even when separated by the armor or across the galaxy—he always had a way of making you feel so wanted by him.

So cherished and so loved.

“Always so shy mesh’la.” He had commented with a chuckle. The words from him making you glance back at him with a pout. Though as always he had never seemed to crumble under your soft gaze. If anything he had only felt more spurred on by the sweetness it had held. “You know I don’t bite.”

“We both know that’s not true.” You had shot back as you narrowed your gaze at him. Though he had only smirked when you had, and you in turn had sunk farther into the water from his prying eyes. The sight of which had instantly darkened his expression.

“Fine... I only bite if you want me too then.” He had said in a rather gentle, and yet still rough, voice. The amusement it had held not having been lost on you in the slightest. A soft look soon crossing his features—one which you were quickly learning was only reserved for your eyes alone—though it had disappeared before you could really focus in on it. “Come here cyare, let me hold you.”

The brief thought of denying him had crossed your mind. It could be fun to tease and taunt the man. Pushing and winding him till he would be bursting at the seams. Only to allow for a heated look to fill his gaze, as he took control to remind you of just who he was, and what he was capable of doing. The mess he could make of you within seconds was quickly becoming another talent of his lately it had seemed. And if you allowed him the pleasure of entertaining you on this day you would be sure to meet that side of him again.

Though the sight of his outstretched arms had stopped that thought process in you instantly. He looked so inviting like that—so safe and warm—as if there were nowhere better than being within his hold. The sudden need to feel yourself cradled in his embrace stomping out any teasing remarks that you could have thrown right back at him. As you had soon made your way over to where he had still relaxed on the other side of the spring.

Boba had pulled you flushed against his chest the minute you were within arms length. A pleased sound leaving him, as your naked body had rested against his own. His one arm settling around you and gripping onto you almost possessively. The feeling of his fingers firmly digging into your skin having left your heart fluttering for all that it was worth.

“My sweet cyare.” He had nuzzled his nose against you then, as the sweet praise had left him in a hushed and rugged sounding voice. His lips ghosting over your forehead to place a kiss against the skin there soon after. The feeling of it sending another shot of warmth to settle within your core. “Always so good for me. Aren’t you?”

An agreeable hum had left you at his words. Now finding yourself laying your head against his shoulder, as you had allowed your eyes to drift close. He himself had leaned back against the edge of the pool just as he had done so earlier. Though this time he had made sure to keep you closely tucked against him. The gentle rise of his chest, and calming presence only helping to soothe you farther into the warm water.

The two of you had stayed like that together for a long time. Allowing for your sores and aches to be eased away by the hot spring. As you both had stayed cuddled and relaxed against each other. At one point you had found your eyes cracking open again to glance at the man still holding you. A small smile playing on your lips as you saw how peaceful he had once again seemed while snuggled so closely with you.

Boba had his eyes shut again, and he had almost seemed to be on the verge of sleeping. If you had wanted to disturb him from his blissful relaxation you would have teased him. A comment about his aging self on the tip of your tongue, though you had decided to keep to yourself.

Well for this point in time at least.

Instead you had chosen to let him continue to enjoy himself. He did need a break after all. That was the whole reason you both had come here. Your one hand soon moving to draw lazily circles onto his bare chest. Finding yourself overjoyed with the pleased sigh he had allowed himself to make at the feeling of it.

Drawing shapes had gotten boring quickly though, and even sooner you had begun to allow your fingers to trace along the scars littered across his skin. It always amazed and saddened you with how many he had. Years of working as a bounty hunter—combined with the horrors of the sarlacc pit—had clearly done a number on him. Though he rarely spoke to you of such things. He hated pity, and hated speaking of his pain even more. Always choosing to keep most of that stuff to himself. He was never one to open his heart easily after all. Although sometimes you found yourself wishing that he would. Healing was easier together then apart you had thought so at least. Though the hunter himself seemed to have no interest in such a thing.

The man in question had shivered more under your gentle caresses. A shuddered breath leaving him, as your fingers ran slowly along a particular scar lower on his chest. One that you had known to be quite sensitive.

His eyes had opened up after that one. Now focused on watching you, as you explored his chest with your hands. While his own tight grip still on you had only tightened. He didn’t make any move to stop you though, as for once he had just chosen to watch and lean more into your soothing hands. Another deep and pleased sigh having left him as he did.

Rarely did Boba ever like to just let himself relax like this under your gentle touch. He liked to be the one in control most times. His need to direct how things went—and fear of seeming vulnerable—usually managing to crawl itself to the surface. Today had seemed different though. Whether it be due to the calming water or your sweet caresses—the usually closed off man had allowed himself to melt into you completely. Allowing himself to open up himself—and his heart—as you had spoiled him with your soft affections.

Soon you had even begun to press light kisses along his exposed chest. A small hum leaving you at the sound of a breathy groan he had made, as you had pressed your lips to another partially sensitive spot along his collar bone. Although he still hadn’t said a word when you had pampered him in this way. Instead he had simply watched you through a lidded gaze. Refusing to miss seeing a second of everything that you did.

Boba would eventually bring an end to your trails of kisses and touches though. A displeased sound leaving you at the feeling of his other hand cupping your cheek to stop you. Though your frown had left you quickly, as soon he had brought you in for a kiss that had stolen your breath away. A small sound leaving you, as your lips had molded together with his like they were perfectly made for one another.

It had started off gentle, but like with all things with the bounty hunter, it had quickly become rough. Passionate and heated—it had almost felt as if he had been trying to devour you whole. The grip he held on your cheek and waist only becoming stronger, as he had pulled you in to deepen the kiss in between quick breaths. His lips never truly leaving yours any longer than they needed. All while you had become overwhelmed with an intense feeling of desire pooling within you again. Practically crumbling into his hold and melting into it within minutes of the kiss having started.

The need to breathe properly would eventually take him from you completely though, and soon he had leaned back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His warm breath fanning against your equally warm cheeks, as he had kept the contact with you for another long moment. The water surrounding you both reminding you of just how warm and humid the whole place had become. His eyes now having held a gleam to them that you hadn’t seen too often. The meaning held behind their searching gaze not lost on you in the slightest, as you had found yourself sucked into their radiant depths. The love and affection that they had held only making your heart soar more at its sweetness.

This man would truly be the death of you it seemed.

“Mesh’la…” His voice had trailed off as he spoke, though he had kept his forehead pressed against your own when had. Quickly finding that he had become at a loss for words—unsure of what to say or how to say it—a rare occurrence for a man who always seemed so confident in himself. “Mesh’la I…”

“I know Boba.” You had replied just as softly in reassurance. Soothing away some of his worry while smiling brightly at him. Your one hand having moved to cup over the hand which he had still kept cradling your cheek. “I know. Me too.”

It was true. You had known it from the first time he had taken you into your arms, and from the first time you had shared a kiss with the man. Whether he could find the ability to voice it or not you had always known. Even when sitting within the warm waters of an overly expensive spa—pressed together and whispering few sweet words in between your kisses—you had known. You always did after all.

You always knew that Boba Fett had loved you like no other.

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btsmosphere · 4 years ago

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The Web | PJM

~summary: Nearly dying was just the beginning. While struggling to deal with the direction life has thrown you, you find yourself at the heart of a web of conspiracy. Maybe it will bring you back to Jimin - if you both make it out alive. Jimin x reader ~word count: 6k ~mafia au, established relationship, angst, eventual fluff?(in future parts) Rating: pg15 Warnings: mentions of death, attempted murder, violence, homelessness, swearing, breaking and entering, burglary ~a/n: it’s here!! I am super excited to show you guys this new mafia au, I worked long and hard on it! I will be updating every 7-8 days. Let the mystery begin...

The hushed rumble of breath sounds, as if from behind a curtain.

It isn’t clear enough for you to hear its source, but it’s all you can hear. Curiously, you can hear more than you can see. Your eyes must be closed.

It takes your groggy mind until about five times to come to this realisation before it does something about it. Your eyelids feel rusty as you heave them apart.

A pinprick, somewhere ahead. But it isn’t light. In fact, the pinprick you can see is barely brighter than the darkness encompassing you. Squinting, you think it might be blue.

It’s getting closer.

Vision rushes to you then, slams into you all at once like a train, stealing your air as it punches through you, throwing your senses at you full-force and suddenly you can’t ignore the burning in your throat, the stinging of your skin, the bite of the hard ground against your side. And the breathing.

It’s yours.

You’re breathing.

For a moment, you sort of wish you weren’t, with the way it hitches in your flaming throat like a dagger. You can’t do much but cough, wincing at each weak burst.

As the initial shock of pain flares down, you notice there is a strange taste in your mouth. Much like your other concerns, you can’t muster the strength to address it. Instead, you let your shivering form cling to the stony ground.

A particularly strong shiver wracked your spine as an icy drop of water slid from your hair, carving a chilling path across your skin.

It occurred to you that you could call for help. Almost instantly, you killed the thought, biting your lip even though you probably had no voice to speak if you tried.

Just as your eyelids were drooping again, another thought struck you.

And now they were wide open.

What if somebody had already seen you?

You had no idea where you were. Pulling your head off the ground was like tearing two magnets from each other, but you stubbornly kept it up, waiting for the world to fall into place before your squinting eyes.

When it finally did, only a bare stretch of path was revealed to you. The river glistened black beside it, water deceptively still within its banks.

No one was around, the only sign of life some distance away on the bridge where buses trundled beneath the suspended glow of streetlights.

Given it was night, no one seemed to be anywhere near you, and no one from the bridge could possibly see this far thanks to the darkness. And though the night was cold, it was at least good cover for you as you dragged your body to stand.

Ignoring the protest of your muscles, your feet stuttered forwards.

You had to get out of sight.

Even in this state, you knew that. If bangtan wanted you dead, they would get their way – something you knew better than most. The fact you were still walking was a miracle. So, even though you were in pain, you knew this was something you had to cherish.

You almost weren’t so lucky.

Finally reaching the base of the bridge, the deep shadow underneath it looked tempting. But you couldn’t stop here. Now you were up, you should keep moving.

The patter of your feet on the damp ground bounced from the concrete pillars as you passed underneath the bridge. Clutching your arms tighter around yourself, you assessed the street on the other side before emerging.

Though you had already established it as empty, you couldn’t help your eyes darting around you as you hurried to the next corner.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew these roads. Even so, it took you longer than you hoped to reach the spot you aimed for, just beside the launderette on the corner a kebab van usually resided in. By the time you arrived, you were limping slightly.

Finally approaching your destination, a clothing donation bin, you leaned against it to hobble around the side where the door was.

There was no streetlamp here, so you let your fingers feel their way to the lock. Still numb from the water, it took you several tries, going over and over the frigid metal, but at last you located it.

You were sure you had a hairpin somewhere. Though soaked and tangled into the ponytail it was in, your hair shed one after enough prodding, allowing you to pick the lock.

Once more, you weren’t up to your usual standard, slipping and fumbling and starting over more times than you could count. The click of the simple padlock opening only came when you were already slumping against the brickwork.

Shifting your weight forward to kneel, you cringed at the screech of the metal bolt scraping open.

This bin was rarely used, and even more seldom emptied, so you had a reasonable chance. Groping around inside, you found it barely half full, but you weren’t fussy. Scooping at the first piece of fabric you found, you brought the raggedy shirt to your face, scrubbing it dry before making a hopeless attempt on your hair.

Eventually, you had peeled off your jeans, squirmed from your sodden top and thrown both over the top of the bin. Maybe they would dry.

In this cold, you were sceptical.

The hoodie you had managed to find was ripped at the shoulder and very thin, but it was something. There had been a t shirt too, though it was considerably larger than the hoodie and stuck out from the bottom. Tracksuit bottoms finished off what you were sure was a killer outfit, but there had been no shoes. Or even socks.

Sliding down the wall, your thoughts turned longingly to your trainers lying at the bottom of the river.

You had moved to a tiny path that ran between the rows of buildings. If possible, it was even darker here. It would be so easy to just fall asleep…

Squeezing your eyes, you hunched your shoulders further and shook off the thought. Like you had concluded earlier, being alive was something to cherish. You weren’t about to blow it by falling asleep with a concussion.

Of course, you might not have a concussion.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking.

No nausea so far, just a headache, which was promising, but Kwangsu had knocked you out earlier. And if that wasn’t a sure-fire way to injure someone, you didn’t know what was.

It had taken everything in you not to draw his attention when you woke up in the back of his car. You had done a lot of waking up today, you mused. And you didn’t know which was worse.

In the car, you had been certain you were about to die. On the riverbank, you found out that you weren’t, in fact, dead, but god did it hurt. And you were still cold.

Rubbing your hands together, you breathed over them in a futile attempt at becoming your own heater. Giving up, you shoved one under your armpit while running the other over your face and neck.

The base of your collar was tender, probably bruising. That would be where he had pinned you against the wall as you gasped for air, before his arm had raised and-

Ah, yes. There was the lump that must have been from the knockout blow. However, he had got in a good few punches before that, evident in the grazing along your cheekbone.

Finding nothing else more significant than your split lip, you resigned your hand to your unoccupied armpit with a sigh.

Staying awake was difficult. And not just because of the moments you would catch your head falling to your chest, jolting back only to have the action repeat moments later.

No, it was worse in the moments your mind became occupied, not tempted by sleep.

Because all your pounding head could think of was Jimin.

All you could see was his smile, the one that creased his eyes as he looked at you, full of wonder in the early light. Your fingers moved without your willing them, dreaming of running themselves through his hair.

Out here in the cold, floor and brick hard against you, the bed you shared with him seemed like a distant dream. If you closed your eyes, you could will yourself to feel the familiar shape of him wrapping around you, holding you safe in his arms.

But it was never quite enough.

Your eyes would open and your breath would cloud again in the chilled air, nothing but heavy mist circling your form.

Anything would be better than this. With no idea of where you could go from here, what you should do, all that was left to occupy your mind was increasing bitterness.

You had considered bangtan your family. It was evident to you now they never felt the same. There was no way they could sentence you to die if they cared about you in the slightest.

If only you had run faster, they would see you were right about Kwangsu. Though it was probably a matter of hours, it felt like a lifetime ago when you had found him with those plans in his hand, proof they never should have trusted him.

He was going to rob them blind.

Well, they were already blind, you supposed. Blind to how he was tricking them, refusing to listen to your calls for them to see sense.

With sudden clarity, you realised that was the last thing you had said to Jimin. The last time you two would ever speak, and you had said – what was it? – ‘I know it.’

‘He’s not trustworthy. I know it.’

Why didn’t he listen?

Struggling to hold in a sob, you buried your face in your hands.

All your thinking, about how you had lost everything you loved, and you would never get to say goodbye, seemed stupid. They were the ones that wanted you dead, why should they care about saying goodbye to you?

Even Jimin, who you knew so well, who you loved, hadn’t acted any differently.

How long had he known you were going to die?

The first indication that you had fallen asleep was being woken up.

Shit, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep. At least you were still alive…

Hold on.

Your terror at falling asleep was renewed as you noticed you were being woken up by a person. Someone had found you.

Jerking upright, you tried to scramble back only to be greeted with a wall already at your back.

“Hey, hey,” the woman cooed at the sight of your wide-eyed stare, “are you okay? It’s bloody cold out here, you’re lucky you didn’t freeze overnight!”

“Uh-um, yeah, I-“ you stumbled over words, voice hoarse.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked next, warm smile on her face, “I own the launderette.”

Though you made no reply, you took her outstretched hand and allowed yourself to be pulled from the ground, much to the dismay of your muscles. If she noticed your hiss of pain, she made no mention of it. A purse-lipped look of concern crossed her face, but she turned to lead you inside.

“I’m Mindy, by the way,” she spoke.

As you followed her through the back door, you were met with a heavenly blast of a heater at the threshold. From the quiet clanking sounds inside, you guessed only one or two people were using the machines at the moment, but still the smell of detergent filled your nose.

Standing hesitantly in the doorway, you watched as Mindy pulled up a chair with an encouraging smile.

First, you glanced to the side. The door separating the little back room from the main shop had a slim window at the side, but you couldn’t see anyone through it.

Unable to resist longer, you stepped further into the warm and gratefully sank into the chair. Only a cheap plastic thing that didn’t sit flat, it nonetheless felt like luxury compared to the concrete outside.

Mindy bustled away, muttering something about tea.

It was as you sat there, accompanied by the faint sounds of washing machines, that your hands began to tingle. Overnight, you had gone too numb to notice how cold you were anymore. Being coated in river water certainly made things worse. You were ashamed to admit that by the time Mindy returned with a steaming mug and a plate of toast, your eyes were once again drooping.

“Are you sure you’re alright there?” she questioned, setting them down on a rickety table beside you.

You simply nodded mutely. She did not move away, so you reached for the toast and began to eat with her watching.

“What did you say your name was?”

It was asked with a smile, but still gave you pause. Taking your time with swallowing down your toast, you said the first thing that came to mind in your panic.

“Echo.”

Perhaps not your brightest moment. While not your real name, using one of your bangtan aliases was hardly better, given the few people who knew it wanted your head.

“Well, it’s good to meet you, Echo,” she said, “do you mind me asking what you’re doing out here all alone?”

Okay, this was getting too much. Maybe she was just friendly, but with the position you were in, you couldn’t afford to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Rapidly swallowing more toast, you stayed silent until she eventually spoke up again.

“…is there someone I can call for you?”

You shook your head.

“Parents? Siblings?”

Once again, negative.

“A Boyfriend? O-or girlfriend?”

Your head stilled.

Picking up on this, she pushed on.

“There is? They’ll be worried about you, you know.”

“They won’t,” you muttered, pushing down the twinge in your chest.

“Are you sure, love?” she went on.

A nod.

“Don’t they love you?”

A shrug.

“Don’t you love them? Want them to know you’re okay?”

Lip now trembling, you bit down on it.

“Oh, honey, come on now-“

Before you knew it, warm arms were around you, and you didn’t even care to protest, tears finally escaping your eyes, shoulders shaking. Despite the suspicion, the paranoia, that somehow you would be found by the wrong people, you couldn’t bring yourself to object as she held you.

Until your breathing had caught up with itself once more, you focussed on her hand rubbing up and down your back.

You were almost resentful when she let you go.

“Want to tell me about them?”

Met with hesitation, she prompted you further.

“Are they pretty?”

It felt so wrong, but you couldn’t help the small smile coming to your face.

“So pretty,” you told her.

“And they treat you right?”

Your sad sigh must have escaped her notice. Choosing for the moment to avoid the truth, you let yourself indulge.

“Yes. He always keeps me safe, makes me happy…”

“Then let me call him for you?”

Her words popped straight through your bubble of fantasy.

“I can’t.”

Stubbornly avoiding her frown, you made a start on your tea just as a bell rang from behind the door. The small cup was drained soon after Mindy rushed off to her customers, leaving you alone again.

Absently, you rubbed your hands together. The feeling had returned to your fingers, and with food, albeit a small amount, in your stomach, you itched to get moving.

Taking a glance outside, then back to the door Mindy currently stood behind, you decided to take your chances. Anyone could be on the other side of that door. Of course, the first face that flashed across your mind was the one that had snarled at you as he hauled your body from the car, over the railings…

That could have been the last face you ever saw, and you had no intention of seeing it ever again.

But it could be Jimin instead. You didn’t know what you would do then. Berating yourself for letting him invade your thoughts again, you knew it was better not to risk it at all.

The empty plate and mug lying beside you made guilt sit on your chest, but you pushed yourself up regardless.

Then you were out of the door.

And wow, it was cold. How on earth had you managed to spend the night out here?

At the corner of the street, you grabbed your old clothes (still soaking wet, as predicted) and shoved them roughly into the bin you had stolen from last night.

It didn’t take you long to get your feet going under you, fatigue still weighing you down, but you didn’t slow down until you were back on the other side of the bridge. Keeping your wits about you, you constantly glanced around, dodging away from any cameras. In this area, they were few, scattered at street corners, but it paid to be cautious.

The area you found yourself in now was far more familiar. Soon, you came to a stop under a broken fire escape, quickly discovering you had been too hasty to start running.

Grasping at the brickwork, your body wracked with coughs, each hack giving strength to the headache that haunted you again.

When they finally died away, allowing air to enter your body once again, you slumped, leaning heavily against the wall. Giving in to your body’s cries, you flipped yourself around and slid down the wall until you hit the ground.

This was certainly not what you were used to. Years of running around with bangtan didn’t exactly prepare you for going slow, but that was what your body needed right now.

You suppose that’s what getting beaten up and thrown off a bridge will do for you.

And with no more idea of where you could go from here, you decided that perhaps it would be best to give in.

Behind the takeaway store, weeds pushed up between the cracks. Even they were wilted, collapsing wearily on the tiny patch of asphalt just like you.

You had discovered this place, and it was the best you could get at the moment. There was a vent at the back of the shop from the kitchens which pumped out warm air well into the evening. It was secluded, even with a slight overhang on the roof that might shelter you if it were to rain.

But you knew you couldn’t stay here.

It had been a couple of nights, and you suspected it was probably the weekend if the drunken parties of students teetering past were anything to go by. The benefit of this was that you had managed to score a couple of free meals; you were surprised at the number of people who dropped their still-full boxes of takeout on the floor.

Today, however, your luck seemed to have passed.

Even the sky knew it was Monday, blooming with grey overhead. You felt there should be some way to make it final, but with nothing to take with you, all you had to do was stand up and leave.

The last of the day’s light was barely lingering as you made your way through the city. Head down, hands in pockets, you stayed close to the edge of the path, tracing these routes by memory.

While your body healed a little, you had had time to formulate a plan. It wasn’t a very solid one, but hopefully it would keep you alive. What with the intimate knowledge you had of bangtan, you knew if they got wind of you, they would want you gone in a heartbeat.

So you had to make sure they never found out you were alive.

You weren’t a stranger to sneaking around, so you fancied your chances at stowing away on a train, or something, until you were far away. Then you could simply… move on.

Who were you kidding, it would never be that simple.

You would never be able to forget Jimin, or any of them. Sighing sharply, you determinedly carved your path still, reminding yourself of the danger they would perceive in you.

Not many people in this world had ever seen their prized possession. Le déluge, it was called. A painting. Passed down the Kim line for generations, it was the group’s insurance, in a sense.

While its name was whispered, carried on the lips of the criminal circle in the city, not many knew just why it was so treasured. Although it admittedly was a beautiful artwork, two lovers entwining hands beneath a sheet of falling water, it was said to contain a secret weapon.

Even you hadn’t been shown precisely where, but within the frame was hidden a set of locations. The places bangtan could run to should everything go up in flames, the places they could crawl back from and build their empire once again.

Bangtan never died, you see.

And that knowledge alone would cost you your life, let alone the fact you knew the core members personally, knew their passions, their fears…

Still your footsteps fell, carrying you forwards.

It was hard to pull your mind back to the task at hand when you had done nothing but daydream for what seemed like nights on end. Food had to be your first stop. You were seriously missing the impromptu meals Seokjin would plonk down on your desk, even in the middle of the night, when he was worried about you.

Then, you would need clothes. Proper clothes.

Again, this shouldn’t be a problem, you had shoplifted before; it would be the least of your crimes.

Grasping the backpack you had fished from the trash, you thumbed over the material as you walked around the store, filling it up as quickly and surreptitiously as you could. As you wondered over to the staff door, your heart clenched tight in your chest, holding its breath with you until you were safely outside.

Now, clothes. Your fingers danced with the hairpin in your pocket as you circled the backs of shops. Each one seemed to have code locks, alarms, bars on the doors. With good reason, you had to admit, considering you were currently looking to rob one.

Frustrated, you continued your search. Back with bangtan, it would have been no problem to bust into any of these places. But armed only with a hairpin, you couldn’t afford to take the chance. It wasn’t worth the risk of being found.

Forced to backtrack, you were aware you were getting further from the station, but it wasn’t as if you had a schedule to stick to.

Turning yet another corner, a realisation suddenly struck you. Beneath you, your feet slowed, giving your mind time to decide if you should stop. But this might be your only chance…

Darting down a thin, unlit alley, you eyed the side door of your target. Bangtan owned this shop, but they didn’t care about the business. It wasn’t a place they worried about, being far from their main strongholds and firmly within the territory of your allies, the red clan.

Their allies, you scolded yourself. Any ally of bangtan was no longer a friend to you.

But either way, you knew the way in, and it was likely to be unguarded. Providing the locks were still the same.

Looking over your shoulder as you worked, you were surprised when the lock sprung open in your hands. Relief easing the tense set of your shoulders, you slipped inside, familiar smell of new clothes meeting you.

Not turning the light on, you relied on the faint glow of the streetlamps outside to make your way around, yanking a few unsuspecting items off their hangers and scooping up a pair of shoes.

But just as you stuffed them into your bag, the screech of tyres outside made you freeze.

Holding still, you waited to hear the rumble of the engine die away.

It never came.

Instead, the sound only got louder, crunch of asphalt sounding clearly in your ears as the vehicle stopped. Right. Outside.

And then footsteps were falling heavily on the pavement, pounding closer, tracking their way to the side of the shop. You had reacted before the second set of steps even hit the ground, sprinting between clothing stands to the back of the shop and throwing yourself into one of the fitting rooms before bolting it in one motion.

There was a window in here, easy for you to hop out of – if only the footsteps weren’t already inside the building.

Hearing the door burst open, you barely dared breathe, all your movements now restrained. Your hand, reaching slowly up to the window latch, could easily have been suspended in mid-air with the painstaking pace it crawled at.

“Who’s there?”

Heart stuttering, you closed your eyes, forcing your breath out, smoothly, silently.

It was Jimin.

He was right there, only separated from you by the inches of wood in this door. Like this, you could imagine that perhaps he was looking for you, but in reality, he must be circling the shop floor like the killer he was, gun drawn and ready to fire.

Fingers finally landing on the latch, you eased the window open.

Before, you might have been concerned that it wasn’t locked, but right now it was your ticket to safety.

“Check round there,” you heard his voice again, that low tone he used when he was in command.

Grimacing, you forced yourself to keep pushing, letting the window open bit by bit.

Finally at full stretch, you let out a breath. And then, footsteps again. Closer and closer they fell, your heartbeat punching harder with each step as you hoisted yourself to sit slowly on the window ledge.

“Come out from there!”

At the bark, your hand nearly slipped from the sill. Jimin had never used that tone with you.

Of course, he didn’t know it was you. And if he did-

Maybe he would look at you and smile, just one more time. What you wouldn’t give to see that again. If only you had stared at him while you had the chance, memorised every pore, every hair, if only you knew that would be the last time…

Jimin may be a killer, but you couldn’t imagine him killing you.

Kwangsu’s face flashed in your memory then, an ugly reminder of the truth.

Maybe Jimin wouldn’t kill you. No, he would send someone else to do the job.

You leapt down from the window.

The moment your feet hit the hard ground, however, a shout came from behind you. Once again, your brain had no time to kick in before your heart screamed run, already fuelling your feet as they leapt into action.

More of those heavy footfalls were filling the air now, directly behind you. As you threw your body forwards, pushing desperately further away from them, you tugged your hood over your head, blocking off all view except the road immediately ahead as it disappeared under you.

How many of them were there?

At the last moment, you saw an opening you were about to pass and hurled yourself through the gap, not slowing as you found yourself in a much smaller alley. Reaching the end, your lungs burned, but the shouts and steps of your pursuers were relentless.

Panting heavily by now, you refused to slow your pace, instead relying on twists and turns down narrow backstreets you would probably recognise if you had the time to look at them.

Lurching left, then right, the thumping of your feet faltered for the first time as you spilled out onto the main street lined with shops.

Whipping your head both ways, you stumbled back, out of the streetlight but closer to the impending footsteps, just around the corner-

Just as you were prepared to launch yourself back into motion, something trapped your wrist. Sharply tugging, it yanked you backwards before so much as a yelp could leave your terrified lips. When a sound did leave you, it never met the air, blocked by a rough hand over your mouth that refused to budge even when you attempted to pull away from it.

A moment later, the lights of the road disappeared from your sight as a door swung shut. You only thrashed harder.

“Shut up will you, I’m not one of them,” a voice hissed in your ear.

Though you still struggled, now you were still your sprint was catching up with you and your movements grew weaker, body finally taking its chance to regain enough air.

Quickly, though, the thunder of footsteps grew louder and louder, only drowned out by the blood in your ears. They were right on top of you. Freezing in the arms of your assailant, you felt them hold their breath too.

While you held still, your fearful eyes had a chance to roam the space you found yourself in. The walls were stained dark, dust and junk covering the floor, though you could barely make it out as the windows in this place – well, simply didn’t exist.

Cheap wood was nailed across them, boarding it up. The footsteps outside had scattered, echoing like bullets against the wooden planks in the silence.

Faintly, a voice carried to you.

You could barely hear it, though it said something about ‘lost them’. It wasn’t happy.

But that wasn’t why you slid your eyes closed, trapping your lip with your teeth. Like you needed another reminder of what you had left behind, Jimin had to be the one here right now, ordering the troops.

Straining your ears, you knew you weren’t safe yet. They hadn’t gone.

Accepting your fate for the moment, you remained compliant with whoever had grabbed you. You were just thankful you were away from their sight, out of danger. For now. But your most recent attacker clearly wasn’t keen on handing you to bangtan, and they were your biggest enemy right now.

Although, it was strange… in all your time with bangtan, you had only visited that shop once or twice, and then it was only for minor deals. It was almost never guarded, being in friendly territory.

Perhaps they were expecting you?

At the thought, your throat closed, heat spreading from your neck. What if they knew you were still alive? Why else would Jimin, a member of the inner circle, much too important to be concerned with a little shop, be in charge of defending it?

With your thoughts racing inside you, it took you a moment to realise that silence now reigned.

Your resumed struggle met no resistance, and you tore your face away from their hand, throwing them off you. As you whipped around to face them, your breath came out in bursts though you had long caught your breath from running.

A girl with mousy hair stood in front of you, arms folded tightly.

“Who are you?” you shot.

“I’d like to ask you that,” she returned.

Returning her narrow-eyed stare with your own level gaze, you caused her to roll her eyes. Her foot began to tap.

“Well? What’s your name?”

You swallowed.

“Echo,” you bit out.

“What’ve you got there?”

She nodded towards the bag hanging off your shoulder. Guiltily glancing towards it, you clutched at the strap protectively.

“Just food. Some clothes.”

“Give it here, then.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Give it.”

No words presenting themselves, you frowned at the girl, but she wasted no time. Marching up to you, she plucked it from your shocked hands, dodging your attempts to grab it back. All that running had taken more of a toll than you realised – you may be a lot better than you had been a few days ago, but there was still a way to go.

“What are you-“ you spluttered as she cast the clothes you had just picked up onto the floor.

Bending down to scoop them up, you patted cascades of dust off them as the girl turned the shoes over in her hands.

“These are nice,” she mused.

Then, before you knew it, she was kicking off her own shoes and slipping on your stolen goods. Gaping, you simply stared at her in outrage.

“But-“

“You can have my old ones,” she gestured carelessly, already rummaging through the food at the bottom of the bag.

“Excuse me?” you asked, incredulous.

“Did I not just save your skin from that lot outside?” she questioned in return.

Huffing, you closed your mouth, reaching for the tattered sneakers she had abandoned.

“You can have these,” she decided next, tossing the bag back at your feet.

Her eyes remained on you as she ripped open the packet of jellies she had picked. Midway through her first bite, as you were stuffing your things back inside the bag, she spoke again.

“I’m Sorrell, by the way.”

“O-okay,” you said.

“You’re not from round here, are you?”

“Uh-“ though the truth nearly spilled from your lips, you soon corrected it, “n-no. I’m not.”

“Shows,” she chuckled, munching on the next snack.

“Uh, yeah, um,” you frowned, trying hard not to be offended, “why were there… those people…”

“You went in the shop, didn’t you? Clothes place down the road.”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah, so you’re crazy,” she laughed drily, “bangtan own that place. Heard of them?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, “but why – I mean, it’s just a shop.”

Sorrel’s hand paused between her mouth and the sweet packet. The stare she fixed you with made you wonder just what you were missing. Her eyebrows had climbed halfway up her forehead as she regarded you with half amusement.

“Where have you been?” she shook her head, “bangtan have been all over, because this-“ she stepped forward, gesturing around her, “-is red clan territory.”

Popping another jelly in her mouth, she seemed to think that had cleared it all up. Still, you stood, staring at her blankly. When she caught your eye again, another eye roll was directed at you.

“You’re not going to tell me you don’t know who the red clan are.”

“No,” you shook your head, “but I don’t understand… aren’t they, well aren’t bangtan-“

“They were friendly,” she sighed, “but like I said, you must have been under a rock the last few days. It’s over now, they’re at war.”

Though she threw the statement casually away, your eyes widen in an instant. At war?

“What happened?”

“How should I know?” she shrugged, “I’m just trying to stay out of the way. And so should you.”

Breathing deeply, you nodded absently.

“And you should put on those clothes you nicked, too,” she added soon after, “you look like shit. Then we need to move.”

“Thanks,” you said, dripping sarcasm. Then, “sorry, what do you mean ‘we need to move’?”

“You clearly can’t last on your own around here. Unless you’re planning on running off anytime soon, I can take you with me. Show you where I sleep… stop you getting yourself killed, you know.”

“Right,” you nodded, “okay then.”

Hidden around the corner as Sorrell stood with her back turned, you slipped on the jeans, your options laid before you. Not long ago, you had every intention of getting on a train and never looking back… but something was going on. How was it that bangtan’s closest ally had become their enemy the moment you left the picture?

So, though you had no plan, you found yourself agreeing to go with Sorrell.

Maybe you could never just leave Jimin behind…

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zoeykallus · 3 years ago

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Arcane – Little Flower Part 14 - Backlash

Silco x female!reader

Warnings: Angst/Cursing/Mentions Of Violence/ Mentions Of Fear Of Death/ Helpless Situation/ Some Threats

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Author's Comment: This is a good bit angsty. But don't worry, it'll get worse in the next chapter. Yes, I said worse.

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What Happened Before:

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound (Fluff/ Slightly Suggestive)

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos (Smut 18+)

Little Flower part 4 - Before You Killed Me (Violence 18+)

Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 6 - The Morning After (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 7 - Love And War (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 8 - Who We Really Are (Smut 18+)

Little flower Part 9 - What We Deserve

Little Flower Part 10 - Liar (Hurt)

LittleFlower Part 11 - Curiosity Killed The Cat (Smut 18+)

Little Flower Part 12 - Blood Bath (18+ Violence)

Little Flower Part 13 - Aftermath (18+ Smut)

Part 14 - Backlash

You had seen an enforcer before, but only from a safe distance, back then it had seemed so impressive and scary. This Marcus, however, seemed more like a wannabe, he was arrogant and at the same time you could see how uncomfortable he felt in Silco's presence and his gaze kept wandering nervously to Sevika, who was sitting next to you on the sofa.

Marcus' eyes fell on you every now and then while he was talking to Silco, but you noticed that only incidentally, since you had a book in your hand in which you were more or less reading.

He said, "I understand why Sevika is here, but this is a private meeting, why is she here?"

When you looked up questioningly, you saw that he was pointing at you.

"You better put your finger down if you want to keep it," Silco growled "She's here because I trust her unconditionally."

Marcus put down the hand pointing at you with a grim expression and said sternly "That may be, but that doesn't mean I have to trust her".

Uncertainly you gave Silco a questioning look, wanting to know if you should back off, but he shook his head barely noticeable.

"She's staying here. I want to keep an eye on her."

Marcus looked searchingly at his conversational partner.

"Why? I thought you trusted her?"

Silco sighed "Yes, I do, but I don't trust the people she might come in contact with in my absence"

The Enforcer seemed to think for a moment, then leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and finally asked snarling, "What was that disaster with the Firelights? Even in Piltover they talk about how Silco and his henchmen rip children's gangs to shreds"

He ran two fingers over his upper lip beard as if to tidy it.

"Why do you care?" Silco asked a counter question.

"Because it's making waves and could jeopardize our plans. If word gets out that you're slaughtering kids, it won't go over well anywhere. Neither with the authorities nor with the civilian population. Mere fear will not keep you in power," Marcus explained with a stony face.

Silco sighed.

"An exampel had to be made. It will be enough. Massacres like this are not commonplace, it was.... an exceptional situation. Let me worry about the backlash"

Marcus' gaze briefly shifted to you again. This time you had listened, after all this was more or less about you.

"I heard it was about a woman, someone you care about was kidnapped by the Firlights. I suppose it's the one you trust so unconditionally?"

You remained calm, trying not to let his words make you nervous. You didn't like the thought that so many people seemed to know about you and Silco.

Silco leaned forward, calmly took a cigar from the box on his table and said quietly but with a vibrant, warning undertone, "The details don't matter and shouldn't interest you."

Marcus sighed, there were a lot of sharp words on the tip of his tongue, but he knew how stubborn Silco could be and also how dangerous. It was better to adapt and let the matter rest for the time being, he knew that.

The conversation turned back to business and you picked up the book again. However, you couldn't concentrate, you must have read the same sentence ten times as you closed the book and looked at Sevika with a soft sigh. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, I know, I'm bored too. But she had to be here, for security reasons, and Silco had insisted that you not go anywhere outside the office without him or Sevika, at least for the time being.

Later, as Marcus was about to leave, Silco walked him to the door. Something you had never seen before, usually Silco didn't get up to say goodbye to a visitor. You saw him grab Marcus' arm at the door and pull him a little closer. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but the scene seemed tense.

"Don't even think about it," Silco spoke softly but authoritatively.

Marcus tilted his head to the side questioningly.

"Excuse me?"

Silco briefly gestured in your direction with a nod of his head.

"Trying to use her for leverage. I know it flashed through your mind when you realized how important she is to me. But I'll give you some well-meaning advice- don't even think about it. If anything happens to her, or if I hear that you're planning something like this, I'll get your entire family and anyone else you care about and pump them so full of Shimmer that they'll never recover."

The enforcer stared at Silco. Yes he had actually thought of that, of course. What was the best way to gain an advantage over Silco, a man without scruples who would stop at nothing? By taking something that really meant a lot to him.

Marcus blinked, but before he could really think about an answer Silco spoke: "Think about your daughter, I'll get her first".

The enforcer bit his tongue, swallowing the sharp comment that wanted to cross his lips. He knew Silco didn't make empty threats.

"I wouldn't stoop to anything like that," he finally said stiffly, yanking his arm free and leaving the office.

As Silco closed the door behind him and turned around, he saw Sevika and you both staring at him critically and questioningly.

"What was that all about?" you asked directly, something you didn't normally do, you didn't usually interfere, but you had a strange gut feeling.

"Business", he replied simply "Don't look at me like that, everything is fine".

"Didn't look like it," Sevika grumbled.

"Yep," you confirmed her statement dryly.

Silco sighed.

"Since when do you two actually team up against me?" he asked more or less amused and cocked an eyebrow at the two of you.

Before you could respond, however, the office door flew open. You all jumped to your feet in startlement, but it was Jinx who came strutting into the room, a big grin on her face.

"Everyone here? Nice," she said, her gaze wandering over each of the people present, as if checking to make sure everyone was unharmed.

Finally, she turned to Silco.

"Saw the Enforcer enter and leave the bar. Any trouble?" she wanted to know.

Silco shook his head, "No, not really."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him, obviously annoyed.

"But there was trouble and you didn't tell me about it. Then afterwards I have to find out that Y/N was kidnapped by the firelights and you made a massacre without me!"

Silco sighed and gritted his teeth. He should have been expecting this, but he hadn't.

"Jinx, I had things under control-"

"No you didn't, she was gone, kidnapped, despite the ogre as chaperone," she growled pointing at Sevika whose eyes narrowed critically "and you didn't tell me a word, I could have helped! Even now after it's over you haven't said anything!"

Silco who usually always had an answer ready, looked over at you, helplessly for a moment, he knew no answer he gave her now would satisfy the girl.

"Y/N I don't blame you.“ she said pointing at you, then she pressed a thinger on Silco's chest, saying, „You've probably kept her locked up here since she got back, knowing you. It bugs you that you couldn't keep her from getting kidnapped so you don't let her out of your sight anymore"

Jinx looked in your direction.

"Isn't that right?"

"... well, I guess so" you said uncertainly, you had no interest in angering either her nor him. It didn't matter which of the two you angered, in an angry state they were both like powder kegs, only Silco's keg had a longer fuse.

Jinx looked at Silco again.

"So, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?" he asked gently, taking the hand with the Figner pressed against his chest in his.

"Yes, of course I do!" rumbled Jinx as if it were a matter of course.

He sighed, "I didn't think about it. I was upset and angry and just wanted her back, so I acted. But even if I had thought about informing you, I wouldn't have done it."

"Why not?", Jinx wanted to know, pouting.

"Because you would have rushed off and put yourself in danger to save Y/N. But that's my job and you're my daughter. I have to protect you both, sometimes from yourselves"

Your brows moved up at the last words, but you remained silent rather than start a discussion.

Jinx was thinking about his answer, really not satisfied with it, but some of her anger had faded.

Tumultuous noises from downstairs in the bar, made you all sit up and take notice. Bar brawls were not uncommon here, but this somehow sounded different, more serious. With a nod in Sevika's direction, Silco murmured, "Go see what's going on."

Sevika jumped up and complied with the request. Silco stepped hurriedly towards you, pulled you up from the sofa and put Jinx hand in yours.

Shots were heard, more clattering noises, a few screams. You suspected bad things were coming. Maybe Silco's sins against the Firelights' kids had caught up with him.

"I want you two to lock yourselves in the bedroom," he said sternly.

"What, no! I want to help!" protested Jinx.

Your eyes went wide and your gaze twitched back and forth between the two of them and the office door. Fear slowly crept into your bones, wormed its way under your skin and settled like a heavy stone on your chest, making it hard to breathe. His serious, worried demeanor made you more nervous than any sound coming from the bar. Silco was never worried in his own four walls, but now- now he was.

" You are, Jinx, by helping me protect Y/N. Did you bring your revolver?"

Jinx pointed to the leather holster on her belt and nodded seriously.

Silco knew she needed a task, and he gave her one.

For the first time, he regretted not having emergency exits installed up here.

"Good girl," he spoke softly and pushed you in front of him to the bedroom door.

He opened the door and pushed you inside.

"You two stay in here no matter what you hear and you shoot anything that comes through that door unless it's me" he ordered sternly "I'm counting on you Jinx".

Silco gave you both a quick kiss on the forehead before closing the door and disappearing back into his office.

You just stood there your heart pounding hard against your rips.

His pulse raced and his chest felt strangely tight. It was a familiar feeling, one he hadn't felt in a while though - fear.

Silco went to his desk, opened a drawer and took out the revolver that Jinx and you had made for him. He grabbed the ammunition lying loose in the drawer and loaded the gun.

The tumultuous noises from the bar were still raging. He didn't know what was going on, but the fact that Sevika hadn't come back yet wasn't a good sign. He didn't know if he could do much, but he was determined to confront anyone who came through that door to protect you and Jinx.

He sat down in his chair behind the desk, the revolver loaded in his hand on his lap. Silco listened to the sounds and waited for whatever was coming.

Jinx looked around. She had never been in this room before. Her eyes fell on the bed, then she looked at you.

"I'd rather not sit there. You'll probably do all sorts of things together that I don't want to know about in this bed," she remarked dryly.

You thought that if she was bothered by that, she couldn't sit on the sofa either, or Silco's desk, or one of the bookshelves, or on the rug in front of the bed she was sitting on right now, her gun drawn in her hand.

"Hmm," was all that came out of your mouth, there was nothing you could have said to that anyway.

Your thoughts were circling around Silco in his office and what was happening in the bar. Was Sevika all right? Would there be really angry people storming the office and maybe even killing Silco?

The stone in your chest that was on your heart seemed to be getting heavier by the minute.

"What do we do if they really come in here?" you heard yourself ask.

Jinx cocked her gun and said dryly, "Kill them, of course."

"You say it in such an easy fashion."

Jinx looked at you.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you"

You smiled worriedly at the girl and once again you were surprised how brave she was, how strong-willed and determined.

"Please don't put yourself in danger unnecessarily" you said gently.

"Don't worry about me"

A noise behind the closed bedroom door made you fall silent. It sounded like someone kicked open the door to the office. A shot that made you wince. Then you heard Silco's voice muffled, but you couldn't make out the words. Your heart was beating wildly. Then you heard a voice that sounded like Sevika. At first you wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but then you heard more voices.

Jinx and you silently exchanged an uncertain look.

Again you heard tumultuous noises, this time directly from the office. The next moment, green smoke poured from under the bedroom door. A gas.

"Fuck..." it came over your lips.

Hastily, you pressed your hand in front of your mouth and nose and grabbed Jinx's arm.

Jinx coughed, and did as you did, pressing a hand in front of her mouth and letting you pull her into the bathroom. Hurriedly, you closed the bathroom door behind you and tried to stuff the gaps between the door and the frame with towels.

For a moment it seemed like it was working, but soon the green smoke was seeping into the bathroom as well. You couldn't possibly hold your breath the whole time.

As you coughed, gasping for air, inhaling the smoke, you felt your limbs go limp almost instantly and an abrupt, heavy fatigue wash over you. Jinx was already lying on the floor with her eyes closed, but you could see her chest rising and falling. She was only unconscious.

Powerless, you sank to the floor, leaned against the base cabinet under the sink, and reached for her hand.

Slowly your senses weakened. You heard footsteps coming closer in the bedroom. The bathroom door opened, bringing another gush of green gas into the room. A man stood in the doorway, tall, dark skin, the color of milky coffee, blue, cold eyes looking down at you. You saw a scar on his neck and a breathing mask covered his mouth and nose, but you were sure, standing before you was someone who couldn't be here at all.

"There you are," the man said in a voice that sounded raspier than the last time you met.

It was impossible, and yet he was standing in front of you.

"Tavos..." it came faintly across your lips before you lost consciousness.

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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years ago

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❄️Week 1: December 9-15❄️

stars in the city ch. 10 by @parkrstark (Pt. 3 of constant as the stars above)

Summary: Peter and Steve are finally settling into their new life with Tony. Recovery isn't always a straight line, especially with a four-year-old, but they're trying their best. Their newfound fame has Steve juggling between his private life and the one plastered on the front page of every tabloid. He shouldn't have been surprised that the public didn't believe in his rags to riches love story. Tony usually makes it easier for him to handle it all. Until he starts to distance himself from Steve, as if now he's the one hiding something. And Steve is left wondering if he's about to lose Tony for good this time.

Relationships/Tropes: Stony, Irondad, Papa Steve, Homeless Peter Parker, Homeless Steve Rogers, No Powers AU, (Coffee Shop AU??? Sorta)

Review: This fic just always makes my heart ache in the best way. So much fluff, so much angst, it's a perfect balance that I'm just absolutely in love with!

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Devils Roll The Dice ch. 9 by @ephemeralstark

Summary: “I miss you Mr. Stark,” Peter admitted as he stared up through the leaves overhead at the stars that twinkled promisingly at him, “I wish you were back here. I would give anything to fix things, I would give anything for you to be alive today.” What Peter didn't know, as he made that wish and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall shamefully, was that the Universe was always listening, and it was dangerous to make a wish and offer up anything. - Tony Stark wakes up in his bed one morning, not realising that months have passed since his death - that's going to be awkward to explain to the world. Peter Parker has been living on the streets, trying to hide his identity as the entire world wants Spider-Man dead, and dealing with the trauma that Beck left him. To make things worse - it's now his fault that yet another bad guy thinks they're entitled to owning Earth.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Spideychelle, Pepperony, Happy Hogan/May Parker, Homeless Peter Parker, Post-FFH, Post-Identity Reveal, Tony Stark Comes Back To Life

Review: Oh man this fic is so sad and so sweet, I love it so much! I love how it combines Peter's trauma after Mysterio with his reaction to finding out that Tony is alive again, it's just so creative!

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His Heart Bloomed Sunflowers (and he wore them on his skin) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 24 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Peter honestly didn't know how no one had discovered his tattoos yet. He wasn't broadcasting them but he wasn't exactly being the most subtle either. Although he was partly grateful for it since he was dreading what would happen when May on Tony saw them. But he was pleasantly surprised at the reactions that he got when he was found out. Peter had expected anger, disappointment, maybe annoyance at the very least. What he got was far from that. (A sequel to Comfortember Day 4. Anxiety) Comfortember Day 29. Make/Build/Create Something Beautiful

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Spideychelle, Tattoos, Comfortember

Review: I love this fic so much! I loved the description of how the flowers wilted when the ones he'd drawn had faded, and how the ones he got tattooed never wilted again :']

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I’ll drive all night (to keep them warm) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 23 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: For the next hour they tried to calm Morgan again but, just like the rest of the day with Tony and Pepper, nothing was working. No teething rings, gel, nothing. The little girl was just well and truly grumpy, tired, and sore.

Suddenly an idea came to Peter and he turned to Tony and Pepper.

"Can I try something?"

They both nodded at him, prompting him to continue with his idea.

"Can I take her for a drive?" He asked. "I'm not sure if it'll work but Ben used to do it for me when I was younger and it always calmed me down."

Comfortember day 28. Car Ride

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Baby Morgan, Car Rides, Comfortember

Review: This one was so cute! I love Peter being a good big brother to baby Morgan, and I relate to finding trips in the car relaxing and nice :D

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It’s What Brothers Do by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 22 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Morgan was somehow full of even more energy than usual that day and wanted to see if she could do the monkey bars that were attached to the jungle gym herself. Before Peter could stop her, she had already grabbed hold of the first one and let herself swing towards the next one.

But the little girl had misjudged just how heavy swinging your own body weight was and almost immediately started falling. Peter shot forward from his place on the ground, jumping and diving, just managing to catch her before they both hit the grass of the park grounds. Comfortember Day 27. Park

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Pepperony, Peter & Morgan, Irondad, Peter Protects Morgan, Comfortember

Review: Another cute Big Brother Peter fic! I love that Peter was really protecting Morgan in this one, he loves her enough to put himself in harm's way to protect her

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The Burger Debate by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 21 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Tony and Peter shared a lot of similarities, there was no doubt about it. A lot of their mannerisms were the same, personality quirks (especially in the lab), occasional recklessness, selfless hero personas, etc etc. However, one thing they didn't share was their taste in burgers. Whenever the topic came up there was a friendly, yet heated, 'disagreement' as Tony called it. No matter what anyone ever told him, Tony thought that a cheeseburger was the holy grail of burgers. And Peter, well… he happened to think the same only for chicken burgers.

Comfortember Day 26. Junk Food

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Infinity War Compliant, Not Endgame Compliant

Review: This was so sweet and so sad, especially the part where Tony couldn't eat burgers while Peter was snapped because it hurt him too much. It showed his grief really well

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Career Day Drabble by @jen27ny

Summary: uncle happy and uncle rhodey come to peter’s career day

Relationships/Tropes: Happy & Peter, Rhodey & Peter, Happy & Rhodey, Minor Irondad, Career Day

Review: I loved this story so much! I really appreciate seeing some nice Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy content!!

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Gifts by @wayward-fairchild (Pt. 5 of Holiday Collection 2020)

Summary: Rhodey and Tony have been together to the point Rhodey sees the kids as his own. Maybe that is why the kids agree to help with Rhodey's biggest gift to Tony yet.

Relationships/Tropes: Rhodey & Tony, Irondad, Rhodey & Peter, Christmas, Kid Peter

Review: This was just absolutely adorable! I love some Irondads content and this was very sweet

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evermore by @lyssismagical

Summary: Just a Solid Vent Fic. I wanna do 30 days of Taylor Swift-inspired fics (folklore and evermore) lmao but idk yet we’ll see lemme know tho

Relationships/Tropes: Spideychelle, Irondad, Peter Overworks Himself

Review: I loved this one a lot! I definitely relate to Peter with tending to overwork myself during school and letting other things fall away, and then feeling quite exhausted after it's all over haha. I'm glad MJ and Tony were able to help him <3

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Two Hours Spent Cuddling by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 2 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: A giant snowstorm takes out the power in the tower. While waiting for the backup generator to come up, the Stark-Rhodes family finds a way to stay warm.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: I. Love this story. So much. I haven't seen very many stories that center around Rhodey being a father-figure to Peter, and this one definitely filled all my desires for such a story! It's so fluffy and sweet, and I loved every word :D

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Three Stark-Rhodes’ Decorating by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Tony, Rhodey, and Peter Stark-Rhodes begin decorating for the holiday season.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This story was absolutely adorable! It was another featuring Papa Rhodey and Dad Tony with Little Peter, and it was so well done! I love that Tony's robots and JARVIS each get a stocking hung over the fire too, and the way Peter pronounce ornaments as "orminents" was so cute!!!

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Four Poorly Wrapped Presents by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Peter has two presents each for his Daddy and his Papa. The only problem was, he had no idea how to wrap them. He figures the Avengers could help.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This was so sweet! Clint, Nat, and Steve treat Peter with such sweetness, and it made my heart all fuzzy and warm <3

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mochi-marie · 4 years ago

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hello and congratulations ! 💕 for the event could you do the song heat waves by glass animals with bokuto? focusing on the chorus „sometimes all i think about is you, late nights in the middle of june,,,,". for the reader! male reader if you're okay with that, if not then gender neutral is totally okay! shorter than him (not by a lot, probably like half a foot or less), and has a build more on the larger side, and has freckles, curly hair, and glasses. the reader is also introverted and gets flustered very easily. thank u ! <3

genre : ( insecurity-based ) angst to fluff ( ? )

pairing : bokuto kotaro x introverted! male reader ( bigger, curly, freckles, glasses )

author's note : okay, for some reason, i started to listen to this song on repeat for a long while just basking in the lyrics and music to get acquainted and to familiarize myself with the general vibe i got from it -- i got really inspired by reading the lyrics while listening, so thank you so much for helping me find my new favorite song!!! i hope you enjoy! this is also my first time officially writing a male-insert, so please, any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! also, i might have strayed from the main focus of the specific lyric, so i deeply apologize!! 😖💛

also, if i forgot any warnings that anyone thinks i should add, please tell me as soon as possible!!

warning : insecurity, feeling as though you are not enough, angst ( kinda? ), ooc bokuto ( in my opinion ), written at 2 A.M. + Unedited

Hands shoved into small pockets under the summer night sky, you avoided his curious gaze, opting to let your hand come up to ruffle your curly hair rather hastily. thinking -- thinking about ways to stall for just a few minutes longer, hoping to whatever power above that he would just wait and listen patiently until you finally explained why you had asked him to meet you out in the parking lot after his practice. The daylight had disappeared during the few minutes you both silently basked in each other's company, the stars just barely starting to flash and twinkle above both of your heads. Summertime was in full swing, though a soft breeze managed to drift by, tousling and playing with your bouncy locks and waving through his salt-and-pepper hair. If the bitter thoughts had not been weighing heavily on your mind, perhaps you would've giggled. Any other time you might have nudged him, gesturing for him to lean down just a smidge so you yourself could do as the wind and card through his hair with your fingers, gently separating the spikes of hair stuck together from sweat due to the hard volleyball practice. Oh, what you would give for your mind to be empty enough to carelessly be enough for and with him.

The thoughts weighed on you heavily -- the ideas implanted by society's view of perfection. The world around you would question why Bokuto would be with someone such as yourself; someone so imperfect, drowning in their insecurities. What gave you the right to bog him down with your personal issues? Did you not notice the glances peers would give, watching Bokuto buzz around you happily as you both walked along? Do you not see the way he works hard to keep himself so... perfect? That was the only word worthy of describing your Kotaro. Perfection was his middle name, it seemed; a perfectly beautiful smile that lit up a room, a bubbly personality that could only ever seem to do good for the people that relaxed in his presence. Yes, your boyfriend was effortlessly perfect. So why couldn't you be the same? Why were you who you are, why must you feel so unworthy?

Your arms had migrated to wrapping around your mid-section, eyes planted to the ground as your mind raced. You didn't see the way Bokuto's eyes glanced down to you, worry laced in his honey eyes. While Bokuto wasn't the brightest academically, that did not mean he was completely simple-minded; he was well versed in emotions, specifically your emotions. He often prided himself on saying that he knew you like he knows the very back of his hand, and it seemed that this claim was no lie. His hand gravitated toward your own, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry -- "(name)? is... is everything okay?" His voice was spoken low and soft, hoping to not startle you. "What's wrong?" His voice reached your ears, and with a quick glance from the corner of your eye, you were met with the honey-hued sight that always managed to calm your nerves better than what any remedy could.

Clearing your throat softly, your mouth opened, and yet no words would form. The words that swam dangerously in your head died the second they landed on your tongue, and you were left open-mouthed, trying to form a coherent sentence. Why was it so hard to simply talk about your insecurities? You mentally scowled, a bretah catching in your chest before you let your eyes flutter closed, trying to gather yourself quickly.

Bokuto's hand grasped onto the tips of your fingers, eyes surveying your face for any reaction. With the familiar cute pink hue slowly growing onto the apples of your cheeks, he pulled your hand closer to himself, his own fingers nervously fiddling with your own fingers. Your nervousness was starting to catch, making him anxious. What was so wrong that you could barely even form the words you wanted to say? His mind blanked, biting the inside of his cheek as he scanned your face numerous times, waiting for a sign that you were ready. He would be patient, for you.

His hand never left yours.

"Why are you still with me?"

Shaky breathing. The stilling of fiddling fingers. The confused exhale of air, paired with furrowed eyebrows that you could not see with your eyes tightly snapped shut, cheeks burning with embarrassment and eyes met with the faint, familiar hot sting. Your breath was held tightly in your throat, glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose with the way your head was tilted at a downward angle.

"What do you mean?" Was his only response, calm, though by the small waver of his voice, you knew his eyes were most likely wide. Wide and churning with golden panic that would not suit his boyish attitude. Eyes creeping open, you were met with exactly what you had predicted. Your hand slipped from his, arms resting against your stomach, trying to provide yourself the comfort a part of you was craving -- a crave for his comforting touch. His hugs of which never failed to spark butterflies to explode in your stomach, the hugs that wrapped around you fully, trapping you within his warm, strong embrace that made you feel at home; the hugs that made you feel like everything was okay again. "You'd be better off with someone more like you. You just need a better life than this..." Your voice met his ears, and with every unspoken word that finally spilled from your lips, he finally realized how much this bothered you, and now how it affected him.

His hands found your shoulders and he pulled you to his chest, one palm resting snug against your back, the other arm resting around your shoulder, cradling your face to his chest and into the strong, warm embrace that always managed to wash all your worries away.

"You're all I need." Bokuto mumbled firmly, adam's apple bobbing as he held back the severe urge to let his tears escape from the corner of his eyes where they had started to pool as the situation continued to dawn. You didn't feel enough, and that was more than enough information for him to finally understand what was going on through your handsome little head. "You're all I need, all I'll ever want, 'kay?" Voice murmured against the crown of your head as he pressed his lips to your curly hair -- so soft, locks of your beautiful curls that always tickled his face when you'd embrace in a joyful hug at every greeting, his lips, like default, softly curling upwards at the familiar feeling that calmed his nerves. "You're more than enough, just remember that. Sometimes all i think about is you... don't forget that 'm never far away," Bokuto paused, pulling away to look down at you softly, readjusting the glasses that had slipped down your nose and at an awkward angle to avoid being crushed by the force of you against his chest.

"Say it with me."

"What?" "Say you're enough, please, (name),"

"Wh-"

"So you know that you're perfect the way you are, I need to know that we leave happy. Happy and together, (name)," Bokuto smiled a wobbly smile, eyes begging you to do this one thing for him -- for the both of you.

"I am enough" is a phrase that will resonate with your soul one day. A fact that is disguised by the hardened layers of stony-resilience that makes the battle of self-love seem impossible. Yet you are one of the strongest people Bokuto knows, and he believes in your abilities, passion, and you as a whole in all of his entirety, just like you do with him. A relationship with a deep emotional connection, and with him, this deep connection felt like a home away from home. Yes, Bokuto is indeed perfection, you decide.

His hand never left yours for the rest of the night, uncharacteristically yet sweetly lifting the back of your hand up ever few minutes to press three quick kisses to the back of your hand in a show of physical love -- a reminder that your Bokuto Kotaro will always be there, no matter what.

#boo.screams.50 #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto x male reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles

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joshuas · 4 years ago

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sue me

♫ pairing: han jisung x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: college/university student!au, slice-of-life, crack, fluff, best friends to lovers

♫ word count: 3.9k

♫ warnings: nil of note!

♫ summary: just chaos and lawsuits?

♫ tagging: @fluffyskzclub

♫ a/n: the seventh addition to my christmas drabbles! i don’t really know what i’m doing anymore ;-;

♫ skz christmas drabbles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

The door jingled as three figures huddled through the store together,

“It’s so cold!” One of them — Jeongin, exclaimed, bringing your attention to them from your organising,

“Lucky it’s warm in here. Hey, guys!” You waved as they approached, looking at the display of records and CDs behind you.

“Y/N!” Jisung approached you first, pulling you in for your signature handshake.

The taller boy, Seungmin, scoffed, looking down on the two of you,

“I can’t believe the two of you still do that elaborate greeting.”

“You’re just salty that you haven’t been friends with someone since childhood and had the awesomeness to come up with something like this.” Jisung defended.

Bitterness bubbled in your stomach,

Right. Friends.

The two of you had established your friendship way back in daycare when you lent Jisung your crayons... reluctantly, at that. But you were kind of desperate to make friends, so you accepted his request. What you had underestimated though, were his motives. Jisung had no intention on actually giving your crayons back. Long story short, hair was pulled, paper was thrown, including scissors at one point, all resulting in Jisung eating your crayons so that you would never get them back. You had never been more shocked in your entire life... well you were two-years-old, so there wasn’t much that you had experienced. However, your parents, after hearing of this fight, insisted on taking you to visit Jisung in the hospital (he had just digested crayons, it’d be concerning if he didn’t at least get it checked out), giving him a CD of your favourite songs for him to listen to. How a two-year-old was supposed to appreciate that was beyond you, but when he came back to daycare with a set of colour pencils and drew pictures beside you, the two of you were inseparable since.

However, once you had gotten into university, the two of you had exchanged more than friendly comments, making you reconsider his place as your best friend after all. I mean, did he make your heart flutter? Yes. Did you miss him whenever he wasn’t around, even when he was being a pain? Yes. Was he incredibly talented, handsome and amazing that you couldn’t help but fall for him?... Yes! You had been trying to figure out ways to hint to him what you really thought of him, but he was about as clueless as Cher in the movie Clueless. And seeing as New Years was round the corner, you had resolved to yourself that you’d confess to him as one of your New Years resolutions... It was now just a question of how...

As Jisung pulled you in for the final part - a hug, you inhaled his familiar scent, interrupting your internal monologue, your mind calming from its racing, seconds before.

“How may I help you guys today?” You brushed your clothes, trying to maintain an air of professionalism.

“Jisung dragged us all the way here to get some of your famous ramen.” Jeongin explained, sighing.

“You came all the way to a music store... to try my ramen?” You asked confusedly.

“I don’t understand the logic behind it as well. But we did come all this way, in the snow as well.” Seungmin looked at you pointedly.

“...okay. Wait here, I’ll make it.”

“Oh my god, I love you Y/N,” Jisung called out as you went to the staff room, your heart skipping a beat at his comment.

Sighing, you turned on the kettle,

Why is he like this? How does crayon eating boy have this much power over me?

“Be careful, it’s hot!” You passed the steaming bowls of ramen and chopsticks to each of the boys, as the four of you sat around the till.

Bowl dangerously balanced on his elevated leg as he tried to pull apart the wooden chopsticks, Jisung flashed you a grateful smile,

“You know, Y/N, one day you’re going to make someone extremely happy with—“ He yelped as he jolted from the force of taking the wooden chopsticks apart, the bowl tipping off his leg and onto the carpeted floor. The red ramen soup soaking into the light carpet, staining it.

“Oh no! Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Jisung exclaimed, frantically grabbing at tissues from the counter, dabbing them on the ground.

You bit back a smile,

Of course, it was Jisung. But ugh it’s going to be a pain to get that dry cleaned...

“I might just have to sue you for that!” You said sarcastically.

Jisung looked at you wide-eyed,

“Oh! I— isn’t there anything else I can do? I can help out at the store for the rest of the break!” Jisung said frantically.

“Ohhh, no I’ll have to have sue you. Company policy.” You hid a smile, deciding to tease him further.

“Oh. Um, okay.” He blinked, unaware, “Let me just get a lawyer to represent me— Seungmin! You’re a lawyer, right? You need to represent me for this case.” Jisung grabbed Seungmin’s arm, looking at him pleadingly,

“I’ve literally only had one class and isn’t this a jo—“ Seungmin broke off as you stared him down, imploring him to partake in the practical joke you were playing on the other boy.

You sighed, “Okay. Seems like it’s sorted. We’ll meet up in two weeks. Hopefully, you’ll have your money ready, because I’m going to win this.”

“It’s Opposite Day. So you won’t, and I will, okay?” Jisung gave you a quick smile, dragging Seungmin towards the door.

“But, my ramen!” Seungmin complained.

“No time, we need to win.” Jisung dragged Seungmin out of the store.

You shared a glance with Jeongin,

This is going to be interesting...

“You aren’t a parent, nor a teacher, what are you doing here?” Jeongin warily watched you approach, narrowly avoiding the little kids running through your path.

“I need your help.” You said solemnly.

“How did you know I was doing work experience at the daycare?” Jeongin raised an eyebrow sceptically.

“Believe it or not, Seungmin can be extremely candid and direct when Jisung is harassing him on the other side of a phone call. Also, you’re working towards your teaching degree. It doesn’t seem too weird that you’re working at a daycare.” You noted, taking in your surroundings.

“Oh, alright. What can I help you with?” Jeongin said reluctantly.

“I need you to dress up like an old businessman and pretend to be my lawyer.” You said quickly, thrusting a back-rubbing cane into his hands before getting ready to bolt.

“Wait! Why?” Jeongin looked at you sceptically yet again.

You sighed,

“Look, I need Jisung to think it’s the real deal, otherwise...” You stopped, squinting at the two figures attempting to act casual outside the daycare.

“Oh my god, are they spying on us?”

“It was most definitely Jisung’s idea.” Jeongin joined you, staring as Jisung attempted to casually lean against a car, trying to converse with a stony-faced Seungmin, not long before setting off the car alarm and yelling at Seungmin to run.

You watched the two of them take off,

“Looks like we’ll need to up our game, Mr Yang. Or should I say... Prosecutor Yang?” You smiled pleadingly at him.

“Fine...”

“Let me get this straight, we’re spying on them now even though this whole lawsuit thing isn’t actually going to happen?” Jeongin asked, bringing his jacket closer to him as he entered the University café.

“Well, it’s not like we can’t put any effort in because then we’d be admitting defeat to this... joke? Regardless, we need to win.” You pushed your cap further down after nodding at Chan in acknowledgment.

You sat down in a secluded area of the café, Chan approaching to greet you,

“Why is it always that chaos is brought to this café by this friendship group?” Chan looked pointedly at Jeongin as he shrugged.

“How do you know that shenanigans are to take place? Can’t we just enjoy our coffee in a secluded area of the cafe in our spy clothes without suspicion?” You asked, slightly defensive.

“...no. Anyway, what can I get for your spy mission?” Chan asked, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I’ll have an iced americano.” Jeongin.

“And I’ll have a—“ you broke off as Chan interrupted you,

“New York Cheesecake? I know. Jisung and you come here to get some like every Friday. Speaking of Jisung, why are you sitting over here instead of with them over there?” He pointed to the two boys huddled at the table, Seungmin slightly bored, checking his phone regularly, and Jisung talking animatedly to him. Jisung, noticing Seungmin’s disinterest, grabbed his phone, getting up and placing it in the trash can before heading back to a very much annoyed Seungmin.

“It’s... a long story. Very chaotic! You probably wouldn’t want to hear it.” You ushered Chan away, Jeongin looked at you smugly,

“You and Jisung, huh? It’s almost as if you were... soulmates. Now I think I know why you need my help.”

You scoffed,

“I don’t need your help.”

“Oh really? Then I guess I’ll get going—“ You pulled him back into his seat, the chair scraping as it was pulled erratically from both directions. The commotion caused Jisung and Seungmin to pause, looking at you two, eyes widening in recognition.

You looked at Jeongin, panicked, before throwing the money at a stunned Chan and rushing out of the cafe.

“Don’t give my cheesecake to Jisung! We both know that he’ll eat it instead of giving it to me.”

[09:38] (Jeongin) Hey, make sure you come on time.

[09:40] (You) Why do we have to go to the shops for this?

[09:41] (Jeongin) sadly the courts were all booked out with proper criminal cases, so the shops will have to do to resolve this fake lawsuit. just get ready and come quickly!

[09:43] (You) fine, fine. I’ll get my finest attire on. See you soon.

You placed your phone on your bed before dressing up to the best of your ability, steeling yourself as you looked in the mirror,

I will tell him how I feel... no matter how complicated this lawsuit thing becomes.

“Look who finally decided to show.” Jisung drawled, sipping at his soft drink. You looked him up and down appraisingly, ignoring your beating heart... he cleaned up more than nicely.

“Okay, shall we get started?” You clapped your hands, sitting opposite Seungmin and Jisung... and next to a very poorly disguised Jeongin.

“Interesting outfit choice, Jeongin.” Seungmin noted.

“What’s even more interesting is that Y/N selected Jeongin as her representative. He’s not even a lawyer!” Jisung looked at you triumphantly.

“Neither am—“ Seungmin interrupted, Jisung shushing him before he could complete his sentence.

“I thought you were going to dress up like a business man! Not some young mobster. This isn’t a fanfic. You’re not the main character.” You hissed under your breath, leaning slightly towards Jeongin so he could hear.

“And what? You are?” He scoffed, before smiling widely at the two in front of him.

“Right, so Jeongin and I have discussed the case beforehand.” Seungmin nodded at Jeongin.

“We’ve decided that we’ll put together a bunch of trials, and whoever wins those will win this lawsuit.” Seungmin proposed.

“I... feel like this isn’t how lawsuits work.” Jisung said doubtfully.

“This is what I was taught in law school!” Seungmin defended.

“Gotta trust the guy who attended law school.” You pointed out.

“What do you mean attended? He’s still at law—“ Jisung broke off as Seungmin cleared his throat, pointedly.

“The first challenge being, who can make the two of us the best milkshake.”

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Jisung raised an eyebrow competitively at you.

“You wish, Han Jisung!” You sprinted to the other side of the food court, lining up as Jisung hurried after you, ending up directly behind you.

[20 minutes later]

You sighed loudly,

This is taking too long.

You politely pushed in front of people to the front of the line,

“Hey, are you guys right or do you need help? Because I can help out if you want. It’ll help you get through this queue a lot faster.” You asked the worker at the register.

“I can too!” Jisung sidled up beside you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

The worker looked at you sceptically before sighing in defeat,

“You know what, you may as well help because we’re so swamped. Grab some gloves and a hairnet and get started.” The worker let you through.

That was easy enough.

This is not easy.

“Chocolate ice cream thick shake for Sara!” You called out, frantically pushing the lid on the shake before handing it to the customer. Jisung rushed beside you,

“No-fat, non-skim, skinny latte with soy milk, one and a half sugars and a drizzle of vanilla for Jacques?” Jisung called out,

“Actually, can I change my—“ Jacques started.

“No.” Jisung deadpanned.

“Ready to admit defeat?” You smirked.

“Never. We’re yet to make the best milkshakes for Seungmin and Jeongin.” Jisung ran to the blender, chucking in as many ingredients as possible.

“Two can play at that game.” You said resolutely, approaching another blender, using as many ingredients as possible.

This is either going to be a disaster or a five star Michelin dish in the making.

“Stop. Stealing. The. Caramel. Sauce.” You gave Jisung a death glare as you wrestled the sauce bottle, the manager of the store glaring at the both of you,

“Alright, that’s enough. The two of you need to leave. You basically ditched serving the customers and did this. I don’t even know what this is but you need to stop using our resources for it.”

“Wait but it’s the finishing touch!” Jisung pleaded as the manager shook his head resolutely.

You scoffed,

“Whatever. It’s not like we’re getting paid for this or anything. Which we should! In fact, I have a lawyer friend that could help me sue you. He’s very good and wins about... 100% of his clients’ cases.” You threatened.

The manager pinched the bridge of his nose,

“Half of the orders that you served came back with complaints so you really did nothing.”

“The people really don’t appreciate our talents.” Jisung gasped, offended.

“If you guys think you’re talents are in milkshake making, you really should reevaluate your...um...life choices.” The manager said sheepishly.

“Whatever, be prepared for a lawsuit! Let’s leave, Jisung.” You grabbed your milkshakes, grabbing Jisung’s arm and dragging him out of the store.

“100% track rate, you say? Have you admitted defeat already?” Jisung raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up, Jisung. I was obviously talking about Jeongin.”

“Right...”

“Um. What is this?” Seungmin scrunched his face in disgust, looking at the... mess of two drinks in front of him and Jeongin.

“Milkshakes!” Jisung said excitedly.

“I know that. But why did it take so long to make... you didn’t poison it, did you?” Seungmin looked at the two of you skeptically.

“Just drink it and tell us who wins.” You sighed as they picked up their drinks, tentatively sipping and then tasting the other,

“We need time to confer, so we’re going to give you the next challenge. You’re going to have to... pick out the best present for each other, and we’ll judge that once we see it.” Jeongin shooed the two of you away, winking at you as Jisung took the lead, striding towards a craft store.

As you browsed around the store, closely following Jisung, you stopped at the crayons section, exhaling a small laugh.

Jisung turned around, confused, eyes wide, settling on the packet of crayons,

“I dibs getting that for you.”

“You can’t dibs getting a present for someone.” You said incredulously.

“Um, well if it’s a competition, yes I can.” Jisung retorted, hands on hips.

“So you’re telling me, that the best present you could ever get me is crayons? You wouldn’t get that for me normally?” You rolled your eyes, exasperated.

“Why should I?” Jisung said, confused.

“Let me remind you. Twenty or so years ago, a young Jisung eats my crayons in retaliation for getting told to give them back. Young Y/N visits young Jisung in hospital, giving him a free record as a gift. And Jisung never reimburses Y/N with another set of crayons. You know, with your track record, it’s not even accidental. It’s serial. Like serial killing but serial property damage. Honestly, I could extend that to this lawsuit, as well.” You defended.

“Okay one, it’s too late to do that... isn’t it? I don’t have enough money for both! And two, is all you’re saying that your ideal gift is a pack of crayons?!”

“Are you admitting defeat already?” You smirked.

“Pfft no! Give me— that—“ He grabbed the pack of crayons from you, heading to the counter to pay as you grabbed another pack, lining up behind him.

“You both bought each other the same gift?” Seungmin raised an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Not intentionally! Please don’t disqualify us.” Jisung defended, apologetic.

“You literally went to the same store.” Jeongin deadpanned.

“That’s—“

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I need to go to the hospital in a bit. Okay, here’s what you can do. Explain to us why you bought the gift for said person, and we’ll judge based on your response.” Seungmin checked his watch, leaning back in his chair.

“Jisung, you go first.” Jeongin gestured for Jisung to start.

“Okay, well the short story is that Y/N told me that it was their ideal gift. The long story is that Y/N called me a serial property damager, and I really can’t afford that being added to my list of offences and be sued further.” Jisung said a matter-of-factly.

“Oookay... anyway, Y/N! What’s your reasoning?” Seungmin turned to you.

“Hmm... okay well when I was a child, Jisung stole my crayons and ate them, somehow we became friends, and he never bought me crayons to reimburse me, so I decided to be the bigger person and buy him crayons to share. Honestly, you’d think he’d know how to by now.” You tutted as a soft pink colouring flooded Jisung’s cheeks.

“...what?” Jeongin blurted out.

“It doesn’t matter! Jisung and Y/N are both... odd personalities. I mean, no wonder they’re best friends.” Seungmin dismissed.

There was that “f” word again...

“Anyway, I don’t have time for this. We’ll deliberate again as you do another challenge. You’re going to have to race each other around the entire shopping centre. Whoever comes first, wins... that round. Obviously. Otherwise, there would’ve been no point to these other challenges.” Seungmin dismissed the two of you, getting you to start at the same time.

Is this what my life has come to? Racing the literal love of my life to show that I’m serious about a fake lawsuit?... I really need to reconsider my lifestyle choices... and friends.

You and Jisung were neck and neck, you huffed as you sprinted next to him,

“Why are you so caught up on this whole lawsuit thing? You and I both know that it’s fake.”

Jisung glanced at you through the corner of his eye, “Hff— I— hff— know that but fake lawsuit or not, it was one of my New Years resolutions to win it.”

You stopped,

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.” He stopped in front of you.

“Well— I... who am I to stop you from achieving your goals? I forfeit.” You stepped back, relieved to be out of it.

“You can’t be serious,” Jisung said, slightly shocked,

“I need you to finish this! I can’t just win by default. That defeats the whole purpose. Actually try.” He challenged.

“This is so stupid, though.” You grumbled.

“You’re the one that proposed it. Why did you, if you don’t want to do it?” Jisung raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“I— ugh. To be honest, it started out as a joke but then I saw how serious you got about it! So, I decided to play along so I wouldn’t let you down.” You sighed.

“You’re right, I paid Seungmin $100 to represent me.” He sighed in sync with you.

“...you really need to stop doing that. First Minho, now Seungmin? Are you going to pay the entirety of your friendship group for being your friend?” You looked at him disappointedly.

He rolled his eyes, “Speaking of friends... why did you play along?” He asked, curious.

You inhaled sharply,

Now or never. No more friend-zoning.

“Do you know what my New Years resolution was?” You asked.

He shook his head, clueless,

“It was to confess my feelings for you. I’m not as great with words as you are, but Han Jisung, I like you. A lot. Even if you do crazy things like eating my crayons.” You closed your eyes, unwilling to view his reaction... only for a slight pressure to meet your lips.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to meet Jisung’s as he kissed you softly.

He pulled back, bringing you into a hug,

“You’re always going to hold that against me, aren’t you?” He chuckled, whispering that to you.

“We just kissed and that’s what you’re concerned about?” You lightly smacked his chest.

“Well, what else am I supposed to say? I kissed you. I don’t think that best friends do that. Do I need to say it explicitly? Okay then, I like you too!” He said, confused.

You rolled your eyes,

“Whatever. We better get going if we want to finish this race, and help you achieve your life goals!”

“Oh my gosh, Y/N. You’re such a supportive... lover? We’ll figure it out.” He held out your hand, dodging past people as you both sprinted down the mall.

You slowed as you approached Seungmin and Jeongin, dropping your hand from his grasp. Jisung turned back to you, confused.

You ushered him forward, smiling encouragingly,

“Go! Finish first. Achieve your goals.”

He paused, before taking your hand again, dragging you over to Seungmin and Jeongin, they looked up, equally as confused as you.

“We both forfeit.” He said, in between catching his breath.

“What? Why?” Jeongin started, as Seungmin groaned,

“You’re telling me, that I spent the time that I could’ve been sleeping, only for you to forfeit. You know what? It’s fine. Neither of you won anyway because drinking your milkshakes was the worst thing we had to suffer through since the time you both made us cake!”

You reeled back in mock offence, Seungmin sighed,

“I’m sorry if that was harsh. I’m working nights at the hospital.”

“Wait. What does a lawyer have to do at a hospital?” Jisung questioned, confused.

“Do— do you guys even listen to the things I say? I quit law school after one lesson and went back to medical school.” Seungmin said, exasperated.

“And no! You can’t have your money back. We’re leaving now anyway, so bye!” He grabbed Jeongin, running away from the two of you as fast as possible.

“You know, I lied about my New Years resolution.” Jisung spun you around to face him, your hand meeting his bicep.

“Oh no! How could I ever trust you again?” You sighed dramatically.

“Y/N— I was trying to be sentimental and tell you that our resolutions were the same but you ruined the moment!” He pouted, annoyed.

You laughed, grabbing his cheeks (jeekies ahhhhhhhhh they’re so cute right—),

“I’ll sue you if you don’t stop being so cute!”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”

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infernal-fire · 4 years ago

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Torment

Warnings: some fluff and angst, referenced sexual assault, strong language

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Pairing(s): Steve x reader, Tony x reader (Not Stony x reader)

Summary: How can Steve and Tony protect you from what’s coming back to haunt you if they don’t know about it?

Word Count: 1200

A/N: This is a request from @leniram1890! Thank you for taking my request v card haha.

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“And then he swung the shield back at me but he didn’t know how to throw it so it flopped on to the ground and,” Steve snorted and then erupted into giggles. You smiled at him, not paying attention to a word he said.

“You weren’t listening were you?”

“Sorry Stevie, I was thinking about how lovely your laugh is.” you winked and sipped on your coffee.

He could tell you were thinking about something important, and he knew you had been trying to tell him for 2 months. Part of him hoped that you would confess your feelings for him but he subconsciously knew that was hoping for too much. He paused and focused on the smell of the coffee and donuts to get his thoughts back in order. The cozy coffee shop that you both frequented was mostly empty, with the odd student in the corner and couple laughing in their booth.

“What are you thinking about that’s so important” he slumped back into his chair and studied you inquisitively.

I was going to tell you about me. What happened to me. I’ve been waiting so long to tell you Stevie, I’ve been trying to tell you. You could only think the thoughts - no matter how many times you tried, they would never manifest themselves as words.

Just as you opened your mouth, your ringtone went off. Tony’s name and award-winning smile flashed across your screen.

“Yes Tony? Oh. Right, I’ll be there in 30.” you replied and began gathering your belongings. Steve looked at you incredulously.

As soon as you cut the call, Steve’s hand was on yours. “It’s your day off Y/N, you can’t be serious.” he pleaded. “Even the Avengers don’t work as much as you.”

“When you’re Tony’s PA, you should prepared to work more than him.” you reminded him before cupping his face and kissing his forehead. “That won’t work unless you stay Y/N” he whined and gave you puppy eyes. You defeatedly sighed. “Would you be so kind as to walk me home?” You didn’t need him to walk you home. But it would make him less upset at you for abandoning the coffee... date? No, not date.

Your house came into view and there were flowers on the doorstep. Steve picked them up and analyzed it before picking up the notecard that was attached to it. You snatched it out of his hands. “I wasn’t aware Tony sent you flowers like this.” he muttered. “He usually drops them off at my desk.” you nonchalantly mentioned.

“Okay then.” He didn’t look too happy. “Have fun at work Y/N” he said. He kissed your hand before walking off again.

You walked into your house, studying the flowers before flipping the notecard.

Hope you enjoyed your break princess. I’ll be seeing you very soon.

You froze. The feeling resembling that of a snake slithering up your spine shook your bones. There was only one person who called you princess and he was supposed to be in jail.

///

You tried your best to focus on what Tony was saying but you could not shake the feeling of dread that was slowly consuming you. You vaguely remember him mentioning that he was testing out new nanotech for his suit. If you had paid attention, he wouldn’t have been thrown across the room by a repulsor.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing, you were supposed to enter the code.”

You shook your head as if you were ridding the thoughts that plagued your mind. “I-I’m so sorry Tony.” you rushed to his aid. You snapped out of it and helped him with your full attention but he was still in the back of your mind.

“Finally! What would I do without you Y/N. Up high!” he called and held up his hand to high-five you but you flinched instead.

“Did you just... flinch? Did you think I was going to hit you?”

“No no Tones, I’m just so damn tired. I’m gonna’ home alright? I’ll uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He thought for a moment before ordering FRIDAY to get you a ride home.

You managed your reaction well but the flinch was itching and gnawing at his brain. His instinct told him there was more to it than tiredness.

Over the next two weeks you got more ominous messages along with little gifts littered at your door. You wanted to tell Tony or Steve but this wasn’t an Avenger level problem. You were at war with your own mind; could you deal with it? If you were thinking straight, you might have told one of them but you weren’t sleeping, resting or relaxing ever since the flowers.

You thought you were playing it off well but Steve noticed. He went straight to Tony on the 15th day after the flowers.

“Why are you overworking her Tony?” Steve’s tone was challenging.

“You noticed it too? Good, I needed to talk to you about something.”

“Tony, I’m not in the mood for-”

“No, no Cap, you gotta’ hear me out. She hasn’t been sleeping and it’s not ‘cause I’m overworking her. Something has been bothering her and I just found out what it was. Come and take a look.” He lit up his workspace with your old pictures, police reports and an obituary.

“What is this?” Steve took in the sight before him, unsure of where to start.

“This asshole right here,” he produced a picture of your ex. “Her mother had a heart attack and died and... she tried to leave his house to go to her. He made her stay, and.. and. Fuck, I can’t even say it, he’s a fucking bastard alright? She reported it, he got thrown in jail but he got out for good behaviour or some bullshit.”

Steve couldn’t believe someone could do that to you; he was seeing red just thinking about this bastard. It would explain why it took you so long to trust him.

“So she knows he’s out?” Steve pondered. Tony wracked his brain, re-analyzing your behaviour for the last 2 weeks. “It would explain why she’s been on-edge.” he replied.

Suddenly Steve perked up. “Did you send roses to her house?”

“No, only jasmines. And I send them to her desk.” Tony replied. “This isn’t the time to get jealous Cap.”

“No, no shut it Tony. I think he’s been contacting her.” They looked at each other for a second. “We need to find her.” Tony blurted.

Tony and Steve arrived to your home and immediately began panicking. There was a broken window and your door was damaged. They rushed in and took in the scene before them. There was a lot of struggle.

Glass smashed on the floor, things knocked over and smears of blood littered the area. They ignored the crunch of glass under their shoes and paced into the kitchen.

You were sipping on a glass of water with a gash on your arm and a cut on your forehead. Tousled hair rested on your head, the rest of your appearance in shambles as well but otherwise you seemed fine.

“Y/N! You’re okay, oh lord.” Tony grabbed you and held you in his arms. “If something happened to you, I never would have forgiven myself.” he whispered into your hair.

You heard Steve walk around your house. “Whoa, Y/N” Steve’s voice came from the room beside the kitchen. “Did you... knock him out?” he appeared in the kitchen doorframe with a skeptical expression.

“Believe it or not, women don’t always need Captain America and Iron Man to save them,” you murmured.

Tony kissed the top of your head and Steve pulled you away and into his arms.

Oh, testosterone.

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chanfictions · 3 years ago

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Mine - Part 6

Kisame x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Warnings: some angst, mentions of death, depression, fluff at the end

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"Wake up, my dear."

A strange, soft voice filled the swirling fog of confusion that clouded your thoughts as you slowly began returning to a state that resembled consciousness. Dusty rays of light filtered through your closed lids from above as you shifted somnolently upon an unfamiliar surface. The harsh, antiseptic musk of bleached sheets and sterile cloth wafted into your head, crinkling your nose as it left a light burn stinging in your nostrils. Your inner voice echoed softly from within the murky confines of your tenuous awareness, wordlessly questioning the new information flooding your senses. A raspy hum pulsed from your throat as you struggled to force sounds to form upon your tongue, cracking your eyes just enough to be blinded by the hazy light that shone through the small window cut into the stony walls just above your head.

"Hm, it would seem you don't take well to genjutsu. I should have expected as much from a civilian." That strange, deep sound sighed and hummed around you again, filling your head with bewilderment, not quite understanding the meaning behind the strung together syllables. Your mind spun and floundered as you squinted with foggy vision and stared into the swirling patterns cut into the ceiling, wondering what exactly became of the clouds. Your heavy head fell to one side, following the sensation of gloved fingertips tracing lightly along the side of your face, coaxing you into fully opening your eyes. "There's a good girl."

You blinked slowly as the blurred figure looming over you slowly shifted into focus. The deep swirls cut into a bright orange mask dotted with a single outlet for a glaring crimson orb brought you back to reality as your memory slowly filtered back into your head. Him. Sucking in a startled breath, your head jerked away from the soft leather caressing your cheek as the crushing depth of your current situation slowly settled in.

"Calm down," his deep baritone rumbled softly through your head. A flash of red flickered warningly behind that mask as he withdrew his hand and shifted slightly where he sat on the edge of what you now realized was a bed. "You're just a bit disoriented still."

"What… where am I?" You croaked, flinching at the raging ache that had been throbbing through your skull which was now moving into the forefront of your focus as you dragged yourself into a seated position.

A low chuckle buzzed in his chest. "I suppose you wouldn't remember the conversation we had before leaving that cabin. You're at our main base, as promised."

"Base?" You echoed with uncertainty ringing in your tone as your gaze shifted around the room. Sparsely furnished with stony walls caging you in, the room appeared more like a cave than anything. "Who… where's--" Chaos and disjointed thoughts ricocheted about in your head, making it difficult to string together coherent sentences. With a pained groan, you clenched your eyes shut, tangling your hands around the sides of your head as you hunched over in an effort to dull the ringing in your ears.

"Kisame is still fulfilling his duties," the figure explained slowly, as though he understood what you were struggling to say.

"You…?" Still clenching one eye shut, you tilted your head enough to point one scrunched eye at him.

"You can call me… Tobi. One might say that I'm Kisame's boss," he stated after a moment of thought. He paused, studying you critically as you fought to piece things together. "You should lie back down. I'll have the medic come by again with something for your head. You've been out for quite some time. I would imagine you're just dehydrated."

"What?" You mumbled. "Again?" Face still contorted from the discomfort buzzing through your brain, you glanced down at your arms, noticing that the wrapping of your injuries had changed. On top of that, you seemed to be wearing different clothes than what you recalled having on before waking here.

"She was here yesterday to look after your injuries and had quite a few words with me about that nasty burn you were sporting," he chuckled ominously to himself. "Even going so far as scolding me, thinking I had something to do with it. Foolish woman."

"How long…" still perplexed, your eyes moved over your other limbs.

"Oh, a day and a half or so," Tobi hummed while glancing at his hand before adjusting his sleeve and setting his sights on you again. "Though... quite a lot has transpired since then… and since you left your village for that matter."

Brows twisted in confusion, you tangled your hands around the back of your neck and swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you stared up at the man who seemed to know far more than he was saying. "What… are you talking about?"

"Oh, did Kisame not tell you?" Tobi mused darkly. "I was certain he would have said something about it."After a thick moment of silence, he continued. "But I suppose he may have wanted to spare you the burden."

"W-what are you saying?" You stammered, flexing your jaw and narrowing your eyes upon the hole in his mask as your mouth began to run dry and a dark sense of dread began twisting your insides into nauseating knots.

Leaning in with a low, wicked hum to his tone, Tobi spoke again. "My dear, your village was wiped off the map."

In that moment, it felt as though your heart stopped beating. Static rang in your ears as you failed to comprehend the words falling so casually from behind that insidious mask. "E-excuse me?"

"Apparently some unsavory ninja were unhappy about the quality of weaponry they received from, oh, what was his name…"

Your eyes widened and blood ran cold with the wicked chill building in the air. "R-ryuji?"

"Ah, yes. That fellow. That's right, you apprenticed for him, didn't you?." His voice seemed to smile. "At any rate, that group of ninja felt they had been given shoddy equipment and blamed their recent loss on the kunai they received from your little shop. One of them had quite an explosive temper." Low, cruel laughter echoed quietly from behind his mask.

Oh, no. Hot tears welled in your eyes as a crushing vice tightened around your chest. "They killed everyone because…" your words fell from your lips in a trembling whisper, unable to finish your statement as the harsh truths of reality dragged you into the deep. "H-how do you know all of this?" Your voice cracked.

Without answering your question, Tobi chuckled quietly as burning drops of liquid tumbled down your cheeks, patting a heavy hand on your shoulder before turning toward the door. "Save your tears, girl. You're still alive, aren't you? Be thankful for that."

"I-I'm…" You sat frozen in shock, hands beginning to tremble as you stared down at your palms in disbelief.

They all died… because of me.

After Tobi left, you remained shell-shocked where you sat, staring numbly at your quivering palms and losing all sense of reality as his words pounded like the drums of war through your consciousness. You didn't so much as lift your head when the door creaked open again, revealing the medic he'd promised to send. No sounds escaped from your lips as she tried to ascertain the source and severity of the ache that pulsed through your temples. Paralyzed, you didn't move when hands that softly glowed green with healing chakra cradled the sides of your head. You hardly even felt her soft palms as they grazed your cheek, nor could you truly hear the gentle reassurances that she hummed in your ear as silent tears dripped from your chin.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine in the end." She smoothed back your hair in a soothing gesture with a sad smile before leaving you to drown in the swelling sea of guilt that was quickly filling the room.

How will anything ever be fine?

Steeped in a choking despair, you drew your legs to your chest, hugging them tightly with shaking arms as you buried your face against your knees and sobbed.

~ •○○●○○• ~

Time lost all meaning as you remained frozen on that bed for what might have been days, alternating between what vaguely resembled sleep and maintaining an empty stare at the stone walls of your personal hell. Intrusive thoughts raged in your head, keeping you trapped in a single moment of horror as you dwelled on the fates of the people who had been damned by your mistakes. Trays of food slid under the door, only to be ignored by your sleepless form as you refused one after another and just gazed into the void. Reality had come undone. Invisible eyes studied you through the walls. The medic flitted in an out every so often, attempting to coax you into focusing on anything but what your mind was latched onto.

Having grown so accustomed to the sounds of metal sliding upon the hard floor, you stopped looking at the door when it opened with predictable frequency, eyes still fixed on some far distant point. With no home left to even fantasize about returning to, you were just so lost. Your name rumbling in a low, familiar rasp finally caught your attention, prompting you to shift your tired eyes to the origin of the sound near the creaking door. Kisame. His face twisted solemnly upon seeing your sullen expression as he moved to where you were dejectedly seated upon your twisted blankets.

"Was it you?" Your voice wavered under the stress of disuse as you stared at him defeatedly.

Sighing, Kisame took a seat next to you upon the thin mattress. So, he told her. "No."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your morose tone settled painfully in Kisame's head. "You knew and you didn't fucking tell me?"

He paused to brush a bit of hair away from your eyes, cradling your face in his monstrous hand. "Would it have changed anything?"

"What?"

"If I had told you, what would have changed?"

"Could you have stopped it?" You gazed at him searchingly, your throat tightening as you pleaded for something -- an answer, an explanation.

"There wouldn't have been enough time." Predatory eyes softened with sympathy as he looked at you, taking in your drawn shoulders and somber expression as empty eyes gazed back at him. "Come with me. You've been cooped up in here for days. You need some fresh air," he declared after a few long moments, gently releasing your chin as he rose to his feet. Without argument, you shifted around on the bed, swinging your legs over the side and stuffing your feet into shoes as you hobbled upright. While the pain wasn't as bad as before, your ankle still ached when you put weight on it, eliciting a slight grimace when you took a step. Not one to miss such a thing, Kisame's gaze shifted downward to your feet briefly before sliding Samehada off of his back and crouching down slightly. "Here, hop on."

You stared up at him, considering rebuffing the offer, but you found it difficult to argue with so much darkness making a mess of your thoughts. You relented, stepping onto the bed frame with your good foot and boosting yourself onto Kisame's back. With a defeated sigh, you settled your arms around his neck and let your head rest upon his shoulder while he slipped his arms through your bent legs for support. "Thanks," you mumbled in his ear.

The warmth radiating through his back cut through the chill of loss that wrapped your bones, making you forget for just an instant that everything you knew and loved outside of this base had burned to ash. You watched silently as the hallways drifted by, paying little attention to the layout of the base as Kisame carried you through it. With nothing to go back to, you saw little point in scheming an escape. "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened," Kisame spoke up after a long silence while breaching the final door that led outside. A crisp, autumn breeze swirled around your bodies as the far-off trees shook their leaves in song.

"How can I not?" You muttered against his neck, eyes focused dimly ahead through the tufts of dry grass.

"You didn't set the fires or kill those people, darlin'," he rasped, stopping at the edge of a clearing. "You had nothing to do with it."

"If they came back and attacked because of faulty weapons, I definitely had something to do with it," you lamented, tightening your grip around his neck. "I fucked up that last batch when I burned myself."

With a deep rumble in his chest, Kisame gently slid you down from his back and turned to face you, gently placing a hand on either side of your head. "Listen. Even if they attacked your village because of some grievance with the weapons they bought from your shop, that doesn't make you responsible for their actions." He sighed heavily and strong arms slipped around your back as he pulled you into a tight, caging hug. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Why did you ask me if I wanted you to take me back there if you already knew the village was destroyed?" You found your voice again after a hard swallow.

"Because I already knew what your answer would be. You weren't happy there. You just wouldn't admit it to yourself."

Hearing those words stung bitterly at your heart because in the end, he was right. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes again as you kept your face buried against his cloak and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"If blaming me for all of it is easier, then blame me," Kisame gruffed, cradling the back of your head as he stood there with you under the dim shadows of sun that painted the landscape.

"You didn't kill them," you mumbled in retort.

"Neither did you."

With your heart twisting in knots, you turned your cheek against his chest, letting out a defeated sigh and suppressing a shiver as wind licked at your cheek. "What am I supposed to do now, Kisame?" You breathed into his chest, despair tightening your throat in an uncomfortable vice. "It's gone… everyone… Granny, Ryuji… it was supposed to be me--"

Staring down at you, he gently combed his fingers across your scalp. "Stay here with me. You can start over."

Stay with him. Your thoughts spiraled and swelled like raging waves. It was already a topic he'd broached once in the cabin. His warmth filtered through your senses as strong arms shielded you from the chill in the air and spoken reassurances kept the worst of your guilt at bay. "Doing what, though? I'm not a ninja. I'm a disaster in the kitchen. My laughable weaponsmithing skills led to the destruction of my home--"

"Don't start with that. You made the best tools I've ever used," Kisame gruffed. "Itachi would agree with me if he were still around."

You snorted. "Don't put words in a dead man's mouth to try to make me feel better."

"It's the truth," he insisted, still raking his fingers through your hair. He only paused when the wind gusted by again, carrying with it the heavy scent of a coming storm. He stared critically at the threatening clouds looming on the horizon, deciding that he needed to cut this field trip short. "We need to head back inside before it starts pouring."

"But the sun is still--"

"Just trust me," Kisame rumbled, hauling you onto his back again before you had a chance to argue further. He made his way back to the base, and you quickly realized that his intuition was correct. Fat droplets of rain began pelting the earth just as he closed the door after bringing you inside. You clutched his neck silently, resting your head on your arms as he brought you back to your room and set you down next to your bed.

Please, don't leave me here.

Your stomach twisted in knots when he reached for Samehada. "Kisame, wait--" He paused, glancing at you as you sat with your arms coiled around yourself and your face contorted with anxiety. "Please… can you stay… just for a little while? I… haven't been getting much sleep and--"

"Come here." He leaned the sword against the wall again before taking a seat next to you. After kicking off his shoes, he dragged you into the warmth of his arms and settled onto his side with you tucked against his chest.

Confusing emotions bubbled in your gut that were difficult to keep down. Laying here like this with him shouldn't have been as comfortable as it was. Despite his involvement in your troubles, you felt you ultimately owed him your life. Had he not chosen to liberate you from the miseries of your old existence when he did, you might have found yourself dead in the ruins of your own home instead of being tucked into a warm bed next to him. "Please, don't go. You're all I have left," you admitted in a quiet, choked whisper against his cloak.

A low hum echoed from his throat as he tightened his grip on you and buried his face against your hair, inhaling the scent of flowers that always seemed to cling to you. "Dont worry, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere. You're mine."

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