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plasticfangtastic · 1 year ago

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Cozy Corner Kinktober Day 21-- (3 for me)

Behind the Scenes

A Homelander X Tek Knight fanfic, and Maeve is here.

Cozy corner kinktober– prompts: 18. Voyeurism, 10. orgasm denial, alt. Kink of choice– Exhibitionism.

A/N: Tek is gonna be OOC a bit bcuz honestly he’s only been in 1 ep and god knows what he's gonna be like in S4, so am inspiring him heavily on Bruce Wayne just to help myself here (used to write superbat fics back in HS), so sorry ‘bout that… I also set this in s2 so I don’t think Tek Knight’s tumor would be as advanced as it is in gen V so his hole fetish has been toned down, as I imagined it would’ve been something that slowly progressed over time… from kink to straight up fetish.

TW: masturbation, whatever the fuck is up with Tek Knight Hole fetish, angst, both men are being pervs, Bisexual Homelander, cum swap.

word count: 5.2K

Nothing beats an ex-lover when you need the strongest distraction after being utterly humiliated.

Edgar said no lies as he equated him to a manchild. His verbal lashing stabbing deeply into every insecurity, even threatening with terminating his contract had barely raised his blood pressure. He hadn’t cared… ignoring him and educating him in what he really was… what Vought really was and how meaningless he was in return… more than condescending… it hurt… it made him want to fly to his apartment and burn it down.

Instead he was at Tek-Knight’s afterparty, mingling with lesser A-listers and wondering what had gone wrong in his life that he had to smell the foot fungus on people’s mouths.

He turned to look around after escaping another pitch for his next film, Homelander couldn’t think of doing another film when he was feeling so terribly down, his sinuses burning as he tried to not drown himself in self-pity and crying… wanting so dearly to speak to his brother in private, just to hear his words of affirmation and encouragement.

His sole consolation came in the shape of other members of the Seven being subjected to the same meandering– not that they seem to be suffering too much.

Homelander eyes Maeve as some above average publicist chatted her up.

“Want me to get that for you?”

Homelander turned to spot a sharply dressed man, their shoulders rubbing at the same height as he offered a glass of bubbly.

“Sparkling White Grape Juice. Had to go all the way down to the kitchen to find a single bottle for you.”

“I don’t need it.” Homelander said just as sharply as this Italian suit made him look.

“Your tongue is looking 15% paler than usual. You’re parched.” he replied pushing the glass closer to him– "She's aroused.”

“You fucke–

“The publicist. She is being extra flirty… If I had to guess, she its already planning on how to get Maeve to fuck her in the parking lot.”

Robert turned to face him as a red glove delicately ripped the glass off his hand, he gave it a sniff to make sure it was clean, pleasantly surprised that was the case– even the juice smelled clean.

“I know you think I have a death wish but please…”

“Stop analyzing me.”

“So who ticked you off? Couldn’t be Maeve because you wouldn’t leave her alone if that was the case? Was it Matt Damon over there– he’s so snobby? Or was it in the office?” He stared at him trying not to chuckle, seeing that slight squeeze of his jaw– Is it that new cute little thing? Or a wHole other thing?

“Stormfront doesn’t bother me.”

“Bzzz.” He chuckles while taking a sip of his champagne– lie to all those cocsuckers but you can’t lie to me John.”

“Don’t call me that.” The glass made a slight crack but it kept its shape.

“Thought you reinstated my privileges after so long.” He looks down at the rim of his glass, happy he took a sip, and the mark his lips left behind– have some pity on me. I'm going through some health issues.”

Homelander turns to stare at him, undressing him from toe to head, looking at the density of his bones, his heart for any blockages, abnormal palpitation or growing tissue, his lungs for unusual growths then as his sight sets on Robert’s head he freezes, squinting at the mass.

“Going to try some medications. Just a scare but the Doctors aren't sure how they are gonna crack this titanium skull of mine– oh the irony of an indestructible body being the reason behind my demise.” He chuckles dryly hiding the slight tremor on his voice expertly.

“Chemo?”

“And go bald!? Jesus John… I know you’re mad at me but don’t pray for my downfall. You think people would see my movies if I became ugly?”

“I don’t think it matters, nobody who comes to see your crap has any taste… or eyes.”

That earned a smile on the other man, as he saw his tongue lick his lip, Homelander had finally found a distraction.

“This party it's so boring– want to play a game, Tek?”

Tek Knight blushes before a snide smile crossed his face, leaning even more closer towards Homelander knowing there was no reason to whisper into his ear, he just wanted to see the hairs of his neck raise as his silvery voice susurrated, Homelander couldn’t help but to choke back a moan, as the tip of his nose rubbed his ear.

“I’ll play anything you want, John. Just to help you smile again– so heads or tails?”

He was so smooth with his words, no wonder he was so popular, always around Homelander’s sphere when it came to those important women focused rankings.

Homelander knew the rules like the back of his hand, just as he knew how this man would never leave the house without that stupid casino chip on his breast pocket, if he knew Homelander was going to be in the vicinity… neither liked letting go.

It had been a torrid and sudden affair– the first time they’ve met had been like a smack across the face, Madelyn had wanted a team-up to help boost Homelander’s image, to have the world’s greatest detective and up and coming TV name staple teaming up with the world’s greatest superhero– It was the stuff of legends.

There was a maturity to Tek Knight that other supes didn’t have, the way he handled the masses was smooth, the way he poise himself and dressed was the definition of suave, he was born for the camera and it loved him, his little warming exercises even had a charm to them while Homelander still struggled to control his secret stutter… deep down he believed they wanted him to study the weaker supe, to copy him, to spend time with him and discover how to be better… he never expected to find himself drawn to him, Tek read him with ease learning how to handle him more than anybody else… he didn't use tricks to mess with him just used his gifts to learn how to speak to him, Tek hated deceith just as much as he did– quick to call bullshit even from Homelander.

He didn’t like the boy’s scout persona either… It was being able to speak freely to set the fire inside Homelander… There was this unspoken rule amongst all supes… Some clung to the belief they were too moral to fall trap to the factoid, while others just kept their mouth shut knowing the consequences would be too great if the lesser flock heard them… but here… Tek didn’t care, he had no desire to care.

Maybe that’s how Homelander found himself on top of him, maybe that’s why he didn’t flinch at the taste of bourbon on his lips, maybe that’s why that stupid green chip bothered him so much, he could’ve ripped it off his hand easily. Catch it mid-air as he flicked it. Turn around and ignore him for the rest of the party or simply leave.

But Tek knew he was too transfixed now watching the gold sparkle under the low light as the chip dropped back into his hand and hid under the heel of his palm.

“Heads.” Homelander said looking at the compound fracture at the base of his glass.

Robert grinned, lifting it to reveal the faceless side, Homelander groaned.

Rules were simple… 1 hour… don’t get caught… each round progressively gets more and more dangerous… they could not go where the others couldn’t see, no flying out of state or running underground, they had to stay where they could see or hear each other no matter what, or it was an instant disqualification.

“What’s the prize this time?” Homelander began to walk towards the balcony of this venue, not wanting any of the people who caught the coin flip to pry any further– or…?”

“The usual.” He smiles as he follows him.

Close enough that he doesn’t need super senses to smell him, to feel his presence rubbing against him, hithering closer as they close glass doors behind, he can’t never fully forget the feeling, just how Tek made him feel, the way he knew how to touch him and where to touch him, how delicate his touch was for how deadly it could be, he swallowed.

Looking down and thinking of jumping into the pool several floors below, anything to maybe get away from him… feeling like a deer caught in the crosshair of a pack of wolves.

Homelander watches the heads below, minding their business knowing the party was just a couple steps behind, crossing his hands in front of him as Tek takes out his phone, leaning closer until he’s resting his entire weight against him, his thumb presses play– it didn’t matter what his screen was playing, just a decoy… for any lucky passerby to simply see two men hanging out having a laugh at some stupid video.

“Want to play for 1 hour, this time?” Tek said softly, hiding his excitement.

“Jesus, you think my time it’s worth pennies?”

“It's my party.” he laughed lightly.

“Fine. You're so gonna regret this when it’s my turn.” That was the childish glee that Tek liked so much… this softer and playful side that only he could be privileged to.

It really should’ve never happened, the mission was over and the room was covered in soot and guts, watching each other heave, sharing few words, staring at each other for too long, jumping throats before the bodies grew cold. They had no idea why… not after… only that he liked him… he liked John… he liked knowing this secret half that so few could be privy to, it was a rush to be the bearer of such secrets, to see that soft look on his face of bliss as they held each other's arms… but they could’ve never been together, even if Tek Knight’s demographic could’ve been more forgiving… nobody would allowed them to be together… so it was nothing but a fantasy– nothing but a dream within a dream.

“It’s not fun if you make it easy.”

Homelander sighs and lowered his zipper, hearing the sound of his facial muscles move as Tek looked down.

Homelander stroke the limp member slightly, getting tutted by his friend, he groaned and stroked harder, looking at the monkeys beneath still unaware of what he was doing, low enough to make sense of what they could see, his blood pressure increase knowing how bad it would be, how bad it would fucking destroy him if they caught him stroking his cock next to a man.

Tek made the game harder, sliding his arm across Homelander’s shoulders, knowing his hand was out of frame enough that he could stroke his ear without being noticed from the party, his nails caressing his chin, he hissed wetly as his touch drew circles on his cheek leaning his head lightly into his digits– some people caught wind of them, seeing exactly nothing, just two friends laughing, something cute at most, a phone camera took a photo from behind catching all the indecency and nothing.

Homelander was so fucking hard as he heard the fan make commentary.

“No cumming, yet… you know the rules.”

“Fuck off.” Pre-cum coating his gloved fingers, he watched his cock twitch against the cold wind, wanting badly to just end it, feeling the burn building under his stomach– my turn!”

He tucked it, leaning down, hiding his face as he tried to breath himself back together, force it if he could, but he couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, feeling the adrenaline coursing thru his veins, swallowing the intoxicating perfume, Homelander shoots a cautious look behind examining the room and the building for their next spot.

“Anywhere in the hotel grounds… we don’t leave the place…54 minutes left!” Homelander hisses.

“How many casualties allowed?”

“2 per person max.” He begrudgingly said– can’t make a scene… too many big names… journalist… photographers… we make it look like accidents.” Homelander looks him straight into his soul– already got Stan Edgar breathing down my neck.”

It hurt him to deny himself, but Robert didn’t argue, just massaging his neck to help him cool down.

Both men smiled at each other.

Counting every tick.

The game began.

It was a maze to navigate, to find blind spots, to discover empty halls and ignored crevices and staircases, Homelander and Tek Knight chasing each other from a distance, giggling like naughty school girls the closer and closer they got to being caught, watching their displays of debouchery with amusement as they grow increasingly more horny and frustrated, they couldn’t cum until the last set or until one gave up, edging until it was unbearable.

Homelander rubbed his aching hardened member against the pillow of some stranger’s suite who had foolishly left the balcony open... Robert listened to his meandering waltzing around the room, sniffing some girls lace underwear while frothing his cock, being just a pitch louder than he should for the other man’s pleasure before he had settled on the bed and now Robert could feel his own cock about to break, his balls heavy and swollen and the pre-cum stain dampening his suit as it twitched around his hand.

Homelander loudly suckled on his fingers, wetting them until they were covered in a thick layer of drool.

Letting out the most obscene moan as he slapped his own ass, earning a dirty glance from the soon to be loser-- Tek had broken into the suite below drinking in their minibar just hearing the action with eyes closed as he stained the bed with pre-mix… as he tried to calm his cock and definitely to avoid coming from the sounds of Homelander fingering his pussy, choking as the wet squelching sounds grew furiously louder.

“That couple just finished having dinner downstairs… you might want to hurry up… should be here in a couple minutes tops.” He mumbled trying to calm down as Homelander moaned louder calling his name inside desperate whispers– fuck…”

He pressed the right spots, twisting his back as he sped up his rutting, feeling sweat drops down his nose as he got closer and closer to cumming, as his fingers dug deeper enough to bring that pleasurable pressure, gasping as the pain had started to become so unbearable.

“Quit.”

“No!” He stopped throwing the pillow against the wall, turning on his back, breathing heavily.

“John… Come meet me in the bathrooms… now.”

“You giving up?”

“No.”

“Then I am getting a cold shower.”

“John if you don’t come meet me in the bathrooms I’ll go find somebody else to join me.”

He didn’t like that tone… he used it so much on Robert it was no surprise the actor had learned it worked both ways, Homelander sat on the bed, putting his suit on after dousing his groin with cold water, glad the padding hid his half-mast.

Flying out the balcony and hopping back to their party searching for him amongst the crowd of drunks.

Maeve caught him coming back, caught the fluster in his step and the flush on his cheek under the coloured light.

Biting her lips, knowing what was happening… she should’ve known that when these two knuckleheads got together they would either try to out-bitch each other or play their stupid dirty game…

She used to wonder if he would make her less miserable if he had been able to be with Robert, if his anger and obsession wasn’t fueled by projection… Neither man could’ve ever been together, and he had taken it out on her, obsessing on the only woman in his eyes (supposedly).

Maeve knew just how hungry they were… touch starved… letting their hands touch just never for too long just constant light brushes… just bumping shoulders here and there for a second too long… Maeve at least found joy in seeing him suffer even if it was returned to her x10 worse.

She took a glass, a canape and followed him discreetly.

He entered the empty bathroom, tapping on each cubicle as if he was a mere human finding nothing until the last stall.

Sitting on the disabled toilet with his ankle over his knee and two glasses of champagne.

“So romantic.”

Placing the glasses on his sides, he dug into his breast pocket to pull out a flower head, extending his fingers towards him– slightly wilted and small, a once vibrant rose bud… but just as fragrant as the rest.

Showing up at his penthouse always carrying roses, making him know what those pretty women in the movies felt when their hands were filled with a bouquet… Homelander had gotten plenty in his life… given many as well… so the magic should've died out... yet here he was a twenty-two year old sheltered boy swallowing nervously as his cheeks heat up in front of the boy he liked.

Jittery and bashful from a single rose… just small enough he could hide it in his jacket… no matter where they would go… if he could get away with it… if he knew he could… Robert would make his heart flutter.

He picked him by the collar, scrunching the fine fabric of his suit before risking it all on his lips, Tek Knight took a second to react, entertaining his hands as they leap towards the exposed flesh of his neck, digging into his scalp as their tongues twist.

Slamming themselves on the wall letting the unlocked door rock back and forth, Homelander's lips plump as he suckles and licks every ridge, alcohol and peppermint pungent on his tongue, wanting to savor him, wanting to swallow every drop of drool of Robert’s tongue, wanting so desperately to fill this anguish.

Kissing him was the cure to a million ailments, it filled him with just as much happiness as it made him die… it was agonizing knowing how much his body wanted Tek… how much it missed him, his breath could’ve been sulfur and he would would’ve choke on it gladly… just agony… if he could be that foolish young man again to try to change time... Homelander still wouldn’t hesitate jumping back into this car wreck, he would hurt himself on this soft silky lips over and over again.

Tek pressed his knee in-between his tights, dropping his hands over his arms, ripping the gloves with force until his naked hands rubbed against each other, his left fingers latch on the zipper pulling it to feel more skin, wanting to feel the buttery feeling of Homelander’s being.

Homelander returned the favor, skillfully opening his shirt, knowing he couldn’t just rip it off– that had been hard to explain before.

Feeling every hurried heartbeat against his hand, feeling every inch of hardened muscle on his smooth chest.

“Want to call it quits, John?” He sussurated into his neck, suckling on the crumbs of heat he could get– come on, sugar. I want you so fucking bad… I want to die inside you…” tracing his chin the tip of his tongue, Homelandeer shuddered whining as the pain in his pants grew unbearable once more, crying into his hand as Tek Knight licked his ear– I want you to fuck me so fucking hard I’ll need crutches.”

“Robert!” he hissed, pulling his head wanting to kiss him more, quick pecks laughing quietly into him, panting constellations into his neck– give up and I’ll make you feel like fucking Madonna.”

He parted, taking a pair of steps back stopped by the toilet’s edge, close to coming undone.

“Lower your pants. Game hasn’t ended.”

He undoes his belt letting it flop on his sides, teasing him as he takes his sweet time lowering his zipper… he’s hard, twitching in the warm air. Homelander doesn’t copy him turning towards the exit, brushing close enough to tease the man, hands quickly grab him by the hip pressing himself against him, rubbing his length on America.

“I want to make this more fun, you pervert.”

He pushes the door, leaving him behind, stopping by the basin, a wide grin on his face.

“Fuck that stupid fucking glass. You and your weird hole kink… You know Knight… I find your thing funny so amuse me…why else bring those here– You know I don’t drink.”

“To celebrate my victory of course.”

It had been a gradual thing, to witness his fixation evolve, that naivety inside Homelander had wilted into bitterness and seeing Tek’s humiliating exploits almost comforted him… that he broke without him.

They would never be more than a rendezvou, they clung to each other wanting to make every second longer than before, parted by the wild current they still swummed against it, hoping to meet in the middle, content to just brush their fingertips.

Over the years as time settled on them while their hearts remained inmature, Homelander had noticed this unusual proclivity, it began as simple fascination, pensive stares, fingers caught drawing circles repeatedly, burning his finger as it follows the edge over and over… watching him fuck a tree engrossed him, cackling as he got worse and worse, he had been so good that he can’t find pleasure in people anymore– he thought.

Wishing it was him.

Homelander cocked his head watching the man spill on the floor, bucking his hips, hissing and gasping as the bubbly fizzles around his sensitive head and his hole, tickled by the fizz in a way a tongue could never, it was growing warm and sticky, as he pushed the expensive drink with his girth, the cold made him shudder now the smooth wet glass licked his cock back.

Homelander leaned down whistling to catch his attention.

Robert stops abruptly– Homelander bare it all.

It was hard to believe there was a time where he was shy and nervous, where he had to teach him what to do, where he was too afraid to bend over for him, now he purred as his fingers teased his entrance, pushing in, stretching himself just a tad– Robert mouth watered, wanting to bury his face in there, the glass no longer as appealing.

With his belt dragging on his ankles, he quickly found himself on his knees.

Homelander gasped– guess he wasn’t the only one allowed to play dirty, he thought. One hand firmly using a glass fleshlight and the other spreading his cheek, Tek squeezed and slapped as his tongue drew circles, as it reached deeper, slobbering into his chin… the taste strong and salty.

Homelander had to hold the base of his cock, leaking pre-cum into the polished floors.

“This is the women’s bathroom.”

Both men flinched, eyes and muscles ready to neutralize the threat yet all Tek Knight could muster was a shrug before returning back to his meal.

Homelander twisted his back, careless fingers vaguely attempting to push him away, stifling a laugh as he stares back at Maeve, she looks at the exit knowing there’s a passerby in the hall cursing at the out of service sign.

“Please tell me you haven’t killed anybody tonight.”

Homelander shook his head biting his lip as Tek sped up his tongue, lowering it until he was suckling on the sensitive perineum, biting it, and kissing it, not stopping as he stared at Maeve briefly, not hiding his annoyance.

Back then she was the one next to him in the magazines… always running after her… she was the one that was the most special, she was the one that understood him the best, who suited him best… horseshit, he told himself.

“Only 1 person, my bad.” Tek Knight kisses his ass standing up, pulling his pants with one hand and carrying the glass with the other– I quit.” He grumbled.

Coming into the champagne glass, looking at his load as it mixed with some bubbly before leaving it on the sink.

He took to the basin after taking a handful of paper towels, washing his hands without care while soaking the towels.

“Hey…” Homelander took his shoulder.

“What?”

“You can’t just quit!?”

“I can’t stand her.” His smile is still so charming as he speaks, looking down as the washes off the sticky champagne stains off his groin– go! be a tattle-tell if you like Maeve… nobody its gonna fucking believe you.”

“Don’t be like that… Maeve isn’t going to do such thing… right, Maeve?”

“Don’t care. You can have him now if you want, Ms. Cockblocker.”

Before Meave could answer back, she was met with an accusatory finger on her face, Tek zipped his pants after doing half the job, just clean enough that he could survive whatever was left ot the afterparty but Homelander wouldn’t let him leave, his hand pulling on his elbow keeping him firmly in his presence.

“Ignore her… we always did love an audience.” He turned to Maeve– you stay right there and keep watch, understand?” He growled, eyes flickering red towards her direction.

“What do you want anyways?” He said still miffed but relaxing around Homelander’s grip.

“Just making sure you two weren’t going to be covered in blood… dunno if you know this Knight but there’s a lot going on right now.”

“Yeah right. You just wanted to ruin my fun… like you always do.”

“You think I want your se–

“Both of you shut up! Maeve learn to mind your own business and you don’t antagonize her… she’s here because she wants to watch that’s why! She has what three bottles in her already!”

“Two and a half… fuck you drink a lot of merlot.” He seemed disgusted at the choice– please tell me you had the moscato, it was simply refreshing!”

“I don’t like moscato.” she chuckles– and am not drunk, I'm tipsy.” she laughs with a sleepy smile.

“You’re just another pervert who wants to see his ex get fucked in the ass by his other ex... so be quiet and enjoy the show."

She tried to wipe that shit eating grin on her face.

“Forget about her and just think of me… I want you… I won… so my price is you sucking me off…” He took his face stroking his neck, forcing him to look directly at him– Robert…”

“You didn’t win. I quit. That means the price is null…” both looked so needy, Robert's darkened eyes almost pleading him to make him stay where his lips couldn't.– suck me off first… please, baby… I’m upset.”

“No, you sore loser…”

“You’re so cruel.” He moped.

Homelander rolled his eyes taking the glass before skulking the contents, Robert got hard immediately, watching Homelander lick the rim clean before forcing him into a salty sweet kiss.

Cum frothing from the friction.

They danced their way back into the cubicle, grinning as the toilet lid squeaked under his weight, Homelander threw his boots and his tights off with enviable effortlessness giving Mr. Vernon plenty to take a hold off, he squeezed his thin legs, savoring the velvety texture, his cock hard and leaking, Tek took it giving it a few pumps, licking his taste off lips with anticipation, his mind solely focused on John, Maeve ceased to exist even if the stench of merlot didn’t, he only wanted this.

“Thanks baby.”

“Only because you’re cute, John.”

Throwing his head back as the other man took his manhood, slurping and swallowing, each stroke followed by his mouth, Homelander placing his hand firmly on his neck pushing him further, he could feel him chuckle against his length.

Homelander came hard and embarassingly quick, whimpering as he buckled his hips.

But Robert was glad regardless.

Tek didn’t stop moving his lips, wanting him to grind his teeth some more, he let it out with a wet pop, gasping with a satisfied smile, kissing his legs and thighs wishing to leave hickeys and burns.

“You swallowed.” He sounded so disappointed it touched the other’s heartstrings with guilt.

“My turn.”

Tek pushed him back, standing up weakly, leaning to his side to take the second glass of champagne he had left on the floor before.

“Lick it.”

Homelander obliged, licking the edge creasing his nose as the fizz got on his nostrils.

Maeve grimace was short lived, Homelander hand tugged on that pesky belt, pulling him out once more, stroking him roughly, as his tongue parted his lover’s needless toy.

Maeve sat not minding if her skirt got damp, biting her lips as she saw the blonde get on his knees.

Transfixed as she watched his head bobbed, clenching her legs as the man sung loudly, they spoke with only looks, whispering to each other, Robert encouraging him, to look past the flavor, Homelander groaned, displeased but he would cooed him, coaxed him to keep going, coaxing gently to take it deeper, playing with his hair as the man flat tongue made him see the runnign waters of the river styx, rutting his hips into his throat as he saw death welcoming him.

Maeve hand stroked her clit, taking short breath as she tried to not make a sound, her pussy soaking her fingers as she traveled a little further, wanting to fill herself with anything but not wanting to make a show for the bastards either.

Maeve had to look away, she had peeked into something forbidden. It seems for Homelander had leaped into his mouth, kissing him, burning him, Tek was seeing stars, the mixture of salt and french sweetness coating his tongue.

Craning his back as the other man’s weight pulled him down– he saw his John from all those years ago, how nervous his hand was, cupping his cheek, searching for cues to deepen their kiss, to know Robert had wanted him just as much as he had.

He always had.

Fame, fortune and the admiration of many didn’t compare to being Homelander’s.

He wished he hadn’t been greedy.

He wished he had been happy to just be the mistress.

He wished he hadn’t been the clever one that turned to that once naive boy and told him that it could never be.

He had to cut him out of him like he was cancer.

No matter how much he wanted him, no matter how much it hurt to see him running after that redhead.

He looked up to catch her, smelling her arousal and regret.

“Come to my loft… John… just for tonite…” he susurrated– I want to be yours…”

Homelander smiled, half lid eyes and bruised lips gave him a soft yes.

Maeve ran out the bathroom wanting to find something to wash away the confused feeling in her stomach, thinking of that cute publicist that had been eyeing her all night.

Robert’s ear followed her heels, as John kissed him while fixing himself doing just enough of a good job that cameras wouldn’t notice how disheveled he was, he had done a good job considering he hadn’t stopped kissing his lover for most of the ordeal.

“I’ll be a good boy and get the bath ready for when you get home, Tek.”

“I’ll get the condoms on my way home then.”

“Why? We are gonna run out of them anyhoo” he growled into him, licking Tek's lower lip, gnawing on him until a scarlet drop fell on his tongue– see ya in a jiffy, Robert.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

��I’ll go first.”

Homelander rolled his eyes, kissing him goodbye for the time being.

Ignoring the crowds as they both left to attend more pressing matters.

Glad to meet again as if they were just those hopeful stupid kids yet again.

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written-by-ariddletobesolved · 4 years ago

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little prince.

For Helsa Week 2021, Day 1: Parenthood ♥️ @helsaweekmasterlist

Excerpt. It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together, and he couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

Rating: G • Word Count: 1,355

The fic will soon be posted on AO3 and FFnet as per usual. It's already day 2, where I live, but nah, let me post this now cause I fell asleep and it's still 19 April somewhere in the globe. Also, the prequel of this fic will be posted soon cause it fits the prompt (Soulmates) so please stay tuned. Hope you like it! 💕

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Hans knew this day would arrive, yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he would be fine, it was still something he dreaded most. He wasn't ready for such a responsibility, then he recalled his mother's words from the last letter: who ever is ready?

The Prince Consort had just adjourned a Council meeting and was on his way to pick up some flowers for his wife, when he saw Kai, the Queen's advisor, quickly walked towards him. A tall servant, dressed in her usual day uniform in Arendelle's signature colour, was trailing after the advisor. Hans flashed them a smile, which turned into a slight frown as he noticed the look of panic and shock on their faces.

"Your Highness." Kai and the servant bowed.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Kai?" Hans raised an eyebrow.

Kai took a deep breath, as if he was trying to compose himself, before he spoke, "It's the Queen."

As soon as he heard those words, Hans began to think of the worst. What happened to Elsa? Are they going to be okay? Goodness, he could only wonder and hope for the best.

"Did something happen to her?"

"The Queen is in labour, Sir," the tall servant replied.

The news gave him heart palpitations, and he was too stunned to move. "Already? But the doctor said the baby wouldn't be due until the end of the month."

"Apparently, there's still a chance that the baby would be due sooner," Kai added, then made a gesture to let him walk first.

"Has the doctor been called?"

The advisor replied from beside him, "Yes, Sir. He is already there with the Queen."

"What about the Princess?"

The auburn haired Prince could only imagine the look of shock on his sister in law's face when she realised she might miss the birth of her nephew or niece. He wondered if she and Kristoff would cut their honeymoon short once they received the news.

"We've already sent a messenger to the inn they're staying in."

Hans nodded. "Thank you, Kai."

With every step he took towards their chamber, Hans couldn't help but worry. His soulmate, the love of his life, was looking radiant and well that morning. He didn't even hear any complaints from her about any pain, or how their baby kept her up all night. Then again, Elsa rarely complained and mostly kept everything to herself. Having been trained all her life to conceal her powers, it was a lesson that became a habit and stayed with her.

Stopping before a white wooden double door with various patterns, he then grabbed the handle, before one of the servants stopped him.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you're not allowed in."

"I'm the husband of the Queen, I have every right to be there," he stated firmly, masking his nerves behind the shades.

Not waiting for an approval, he pushed the door open. The moment he stepped in, Hans was greeted by the sight of his wife lying on the bed, back propped up by a few pillows and cushions behind her. He caught her weak smile, almost immediately, and it still bore the same warmth, despite the fact that she must be in so much pain.

"Elsa!"

In a brief second, Hans was already on his wife's side, holding her hand. He pressed a gentle kiss on her temple, then murmured some sweet nothings to her ear. From the look on her face and her ragged breathing, he could tell she was as nervous as he was.

The elegant Queen of ice and snow, who usually concealed her emotions well from the world, was now looking disheveled and undone. Her platinum blonde hair was unkempt, sweats rolling down her forehead, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Elsa allowed him to embrace her, as she turned to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Hans, what if," she paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she finally calmed down, she gazed into his emerald eyes, her free hand resting on her belly. "If something goes wrong—"

"Oh, please don't say that." Hans furrowed his eyebrows, not liking where the conversation might be heading to. "We have talked about this, Elsa."

"Yes, we have. But promise me, if it goes wrong and I can't make it, promise me that you will take care of our child and make sure they are loved." She choked back a sob. "Don't make the same mistake as our parents."

He knew the risks of childbirth. He had witnessed how one of his brothers slowly sank into madness after both his wife and their unborn child passed away. The past few months, the image had been haunting him until he picked up a pen and wrote to his mother back home, which was so out of character for him. But he didn't want to bother Elsa with his thoughts and fears, for she already had enough things on her plate.

He held her cerulean gaze with honesty and love. Her soulmate. The one who had kept him grounded. The one who had conquered her own fears. Now she looked so scared. Although Hans knew she was a strong woman and what she was capable of, he understood her. What she needed at the moment was a reassurance.

"Elsa, hey," he gently called her, brushing back her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I promise." Pressing languid kisses on her cheek, he came to rest his hand atop her hand that was resting on her belly.

"It'll be alright, darling. You are strong, and you can do this, okay?"

Elsa nodded, blinking back the tears furiously. She tried to catch her breath, gripping his hand tightly. Her palm felt cold in his grasp, and Hans could only imagine how she was feeling.

"I will be here, holding you. We will get through this together, yeah?" He murmured. Nuzzling her hair, he murmured softly, "I got you, Elsa."

If only everything was easy and full of certainty.

—

The quietude felt so strange for them. After hours of constant screaming and crying in pain, the silence that was currently engulfing them almost felt too loud, but the Queen and the Prince Consort found it rather peaceful.

Hans sat on the bed with his back resting against the headrest. Smiling, He watched as the small bundle of joy fell asleep on his mother's chest. The small fingers curled in front of his face, and Hans couldn't help but observe his face closely. He beamed when he realised that his son inherited Westergaard's nose and hair colour.

His son. Their little prince.

Warmth filled his chest at that thought. It almost felt like a dream for him, how his world had changed so quickly. Two years ago, he was shipped to Arendelle to seduce the Crown Princess of Arendelle, who turned out to be his soulmate. Little did he know that he would grow to love her, and they would make it work together.

"A penny for your thoughts?" The gentle whisper woke him from his train of thoughts.

He turned to see Elsa smiled, her eyes blinking slowly as if she tried to fight the sleepiness. Leaning in, he captured her lips with his, the taste of her lips lingering for a while.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am."

"Me too, actually," she said, before yawning.

At that sight, Hans tried to hold back his chuckle, especially when the baby had just fallen asleep.

"Get some sleep, darling." Lying on the bed to hold her, he then pressed another kiss on the top of her head. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"I love you," she murmured, eyes fluttering close.

"I love you too, Elsa." He gushed. "You and our little prince."

It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together. Glancing at the mother and son, his heart was full of happiness and warmth. He couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

#helsa #Helsa Week 2021 #Helsa Week #HelsaWeek2021 #elsa x hans #hans x elsa #iceburns #hansla #queen elsa #prince hans #frozen #helsa fanfiction

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freelancearsonist · 4 years ago

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February Fic Recs!

Hi everyone! I’ve realized that part of the problem with interaction within the fic community is that not as many larger creators are doing their part to reblog and recommend fics like they used to when I first joined Tumblr. And while I wouldn’t really consider myself a “large” blog, I still want to do my part to help boost my fellow creators :) So here’s a list of what I read this month!

02.01 // “a letter addressed to the manager of the letter room” by @propertyofabelmorales (Richard Alsonso-Munoz) // I’ve read this at least three times omg because it’s currently the only Richard content we have and it’s wonderfully written and the letter format is unique but really interesting and so fitting given the character so yeah 10/10 please keep ‘em coming Vic 😂

02.02 // “Walls that Come Down” by @houseofthirst (Nathan Bateman) // this made me horny and made me cry at the same time and I think it’s really unfair that you have the power to do that to me tbh 😂 This is so wonderfully written and such a beautiful take on Nathan’s character and ugh lemme go cry in my corner

02.03 // “Meet Me on Endor” by @autumnleaves1991-blog (Poe Dameron) // “You are so beautiful, all the time” made me tear up a little bit because it’s so distinctly Poe and I also horny cried because god I’d give anything for this man

02.04 // “In the Night” by @jawabear (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // this was emotional and beautiful and sexy all at once and it made me cry a lil bit in bed at 2am and honestly I thank you for it

02.05 // “Something About You And I” by @sacklerscumrag (Poe Dameron) // This was beautifully written and also so so so sexy and I realized I might have a bit of unresolved bondage kink while reading this so thanks for that 😂

02.06 // “The Night That Follows” by @roanniom (Poe Dameron) // I found this kind of by accident and then it turned out to be one of the most beautiful fics I’ve ever read in my life??? I’m seriously like trembling how can someone pack so much talent into one sexy fic I’m—

02.07 // “The Punishment” by @mandorush (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // This is so fucking sexy what the fuck and then I found out it’s a whole series??? Yeah so needless to say my 2am binge was entirely worth it omg 🤤

02.08 // “Dessert is on the Counter” by @nathan-bateman (Abel Morales) // I read this before you posted to make the moodboard but I’ve legit reread like seven times since then omg. A quality fic in every way. 10/10

02.09 // “Affection” by @wasicskosgirl (Llewyn Davis) // This is one of my all-time favorite fics for my favorite man 😭 everything about this is so cute and I would literally die to snuggle with this sweet boy 😭

02.10 // “Tell Me” by @rebellou (Poe Dameron) // I don’t even know what to say omfg this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever read in my life and I’d like this fic chiseled onto my gravestone so I have something nice to take with me into the afterlife

02.11 // “Romantic Dreams” by @witchyavenger (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Yeah I want this holy hell this was so spectacularly written and so sexy and 😩 god I can’t even have kids but I wish he would breed me omg

02.12 // “Pressing Camera Questions” by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Nathan Bateman) // Omg this is so wonderfully constructed, even as something of an introductory piece to this series. I’m so excited to see what comes!

02.13 // “Free Fall” by @michaelperry (Mikael Boghosian) // There’s so little fic for Mikael on this site and so finding this kinda felt like striking gold 😂 especially because it’s so wonderfully writing and so sexy and 🤤

02.14 // #valentines fic tag by @propertyofabelmorales (Literally every Oscar Isaac character) // I got to read so many amazing fics today because of the Valentine’s fic exchange but shit dude you went above and beyond!! I wanted to only plug each author once on this fic rec calendar but there’s no way I couldn’t give you a shout out for this. Even in addition to your piece for the fic exchange you wrote so much incredible fic for literally every character I can think of (including Marcus!!!!!!!!! As I’m writing this you haven’t even posted his yet but I saw his name on the list and I’ve been having heart palpitations ever since) so yeah explore this tag because there’s fic for literally everyone and it’s all so wonderfully written and *chef’s kiss*

02.15 // “ghosts” by @unstoppableforcce (Javier Peña) // This one gave me CHILLS omfg this is just the first part and I was rolling on the ground. Everything about this is so beautifully constructed and haunting and UGH this is amazing 😭

02.16 // “Pretty” by @waatermelon-sugaar (Blue Jones) // Holy shit this unlocked like seven kinks that I didn’t even know I had 🤤 this was so wonderfully written and so sexy and realistic? Idk if that’s a good descriptor but like I could feel everything you were describing sdkfdkfjdkfj I LOVED THIS

02.17 // “home.” By @pascal-isaac (Llewyn Davis) // Look I wish I was kidding when I say that I’ve read this fic upwards of seven times sdkjskdjskd this is one of my all-time favorite fics and it only gets hotter with age 😩 this fic is like a fine wine and I would like to have it inscribed on my tombstone when I inevitably escape from this plane of existence

02.18 // “Turning to the Dark...” by @mylifeisactuallyamess (First Order!Poe Dameron) // If I’m being honest I’m not usually a fan of darker fics but this one worked for me. It was so sexy and honestly kind of beautiful in the way you describe the interrogation and later Poe’s willful turning. I really enjoyed this and will probably read again 🥺

02.19 // “My Best Decision” by @knivesareout (Javier Peña) // Fuck guys I’ve had baby fever like a motherfucker this month and this made it so much worse 😂 Dad!Javi is so fucking cute omg and this fic was SO SEXY and it really hit all of my bases 😩

02.20 // “my sweet baby” by @writingletterstothefire (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Look I’ve read this fic 293394 times and it’s good EVERY TIME. Dirty Dancing is the good kush and this fic made my obsession with that movie like 1000 times worse omfg. I read this every time I’m in a bad mood and it just puts a smile on my face so fast omg I would literally beg for a longer version

02.21 // “Sounds of Silence” by @veuliee2 (Orestes) // This fic? This fic right here? Lives rent free in my mind. To the truest capacity of the statement. I wish I was kidding when I say that not a single day goes by where I don’t think about this. I don’t even really know what to call this? Maybe Something along the lines of associates to lovers? Whatever this qualifies as it’s literally one of my absolute favorite fics of all time and I will never forget the way you shattered and mended my heart with one story

02.22 // “Mr. & Mrs. Cooper” by @aellynera (Bud Cooper) // THIS IS BRILLIANT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH ok first of all that this is like one of two fics for this character 😂 but also this is the most beautifully, ironically constructed fic ever? Everything about this is entirely grasping and there’s THREE PARTS that are all just as good as the rest and 😩 I literally couldn’t ask for a more perfect fic

02.23 // “Catch” by @ollypopp (Poe Dameron) // This is a short drabble but I had to include it because DAMN this is so sexy and wonderful for such a short piece and I’ll be thinking about this for the next month so thank you 😂

02.24 // “Blooming most recklessly” by @writefightandflightclub (Evgeni Kolpakov) // This is so beautifully written while simultaneously being so sexy???? How do you do it Luna I am forever in awe of your talent 😭 I can just visualize everything he says and does so clearly and I’m so in love with this piece 😭💛

02.25 // “falling for you” by @luminouspoes (Poe Dameron) // This is the cutest thing ever wtf 😭😭 The pining is so strong even though it’s short and it’s just all around so wonderfully written and I must go cry in my corner now

02.26 // “Liability” by @honeymandos (Nathan Bateman) // THIS WAS GORGEOUS WTF I’m crying over some soft Nathan in this house tonight 😭 I was legit so worried for a while that he’d send reader away but then he CAVED and my heart sang hallelujah—

02.27 // “electric spark” by @woakiees (Duke Leto Atreides) // Hi I need everyone to read this please so it can destroy your body and live in your mind and occupy all of your waking thoughts like it does for me k thanks

02.28 // “The Child” by @starryeyedstories (Poe Dameron) // This was the sweetest thing ever what the heck 😭😭😭 I am eternally sobbing over this lil found family-ish vibe and dad!Poe is literally everything I’ve ever wanted and UGH I have to go cry for the next month

#fic rec #february fic recs #poe dameron x reader #santiago garcia x reader #nathan bateman x reader #richard alsonso-munoz x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #javier peña x reader #blue jones x reader #orestes x reader #bud cooper x reader #evgeni kolpakov x reader #leto atreides x reader

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imherongraystairstrash · 4 years ago

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Butterflies—Thomas Lightwood and Cecily Herondale

I started and finished this fic in one day, due to recent events in my life, so it may not be a masterpiece, but I write it because I think we need to talk more about grief sometimes. I’ve never lost a sister, but I feel Thomas’ loss is extremely glossed over in Chog. So I wrote this as a way of bringing awareness to the death of loved ones, especially during this pandemic. Stay safe, lovelies <3

...

Thomas was reading in the parlor with the other Lightwoods. Christopher was writing something—most likely some notes on the side-effects of his antidote— Gabriel was sitting with Alex, and Cecily was at a desk, going through some correspondence. Thomas’ gaze drifted from Cecily’s pen to the window beside her. He stared at it and saw a butterfly pass by. His heart seized and he dropped his book with a loud thud. The Lightwoods quickly turned their heads towards him. Thomas quickly peeled his eyes from the window.

“Is everything alright, Thomas?” Gabriel asked, concerned.

“Yes yes, all is well. I just—I need to fetch something I left upstairs. I shall return shortly.”

Thomas bolted to his feet and left the room before anybody could say anything.

He took the stairs two at a time, as he always did, only now he was praying he wouldn’t trip over his long limbs. He would just go upstairs, get a hold of himself and come back down. Nobody needed to know about the butterfly. They won’t ask either, if he doesn’t give them reason to.

He finally reached Christopher’s room and yanked the door open. He stumbled inside and closed it behind him, before pacing the length of the room.

It’s just a butterfly, he told himself. Just because Barbara was terrified of them—

Thomas slumped down on Kit’s bed. He looked up, hoping the tears would leave before they started. It was so difficult, though, because now memories of Barbara and butterflies were playing in his mind. He could almost hear her shrieking. She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t truly be gone, could she?

He heard a light knock at the door. Cecily came in and he gave her a tight smile before looking down at his hands.

Thomas tried to meet Cecily’s eye as she sat down beside him on the bed, but failed. Instead, he kept looking at his hands fighting the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Thomas bach,” she said.

The same way Christopher was like his brother, Aunt Cecily had always felt like a second mother to Thomas. She used the same sort of endearments on him as she did with her own children. Thomas had partly learned Welsh for her. He still remembered her look of shock when he spoke to Cecily in her maternal language. The way she smiled and embraced him and told him how he had the purest heart she had ever encountered as she wiped away a single tear. She was far more his aunt than Tatiana was.

Now she sat beside him, in his state of…confusion. He ought it to her to look at her face. The second he did so, however, he blinked and the tears that had welled up spilled down his face. He swiftly wiped them away, but Cecily had already seen.

“Oh, Thomas darling,” she embraced him like he was a child. He seemed to have lost his composure in her arms.

“She’s gone.” He hiccuped. “She’s dead, Aunt Cecy, and I’ll never see her again.”

Cecily hugged him tighter, holding him together as he was falling apart. “I know, bach. I know.”

Thomas didn’t want to cry too much. Cecily had other things to do. He sniffed and tried to pull away. His aunt only shook her head.

“Make it hurt.” she whispered in his ear. “Think about everything you’ve ever loved about her. Cry until you're dry, Thomas, and then cry some more.”

Thomas felt his bottom lip quiver and he shook his head. He didn’t want to cry. Cecily probably didn’t want to have to hold him while he did so.

“Thomas.” She spoke sternly. “You must cry. You must let yourself grieve. Please, bach, if not for yourself, do it for me. Tear yourself apart, so that you can begin to put yourself back together again.”

She swept him into a tighter hug, and the barrier Thomas had built, collapsed. He gave a pathetic whimper, and then he tears began to fall down his face and onto Cecily’s shoulder.

Thomas buried his face on his aunt’s shoulder, his second mother, and cried and cried. He choked on his tears, sobs escaped from his throat. He didn’t wail—Thomas had never been a loud crier— but his body seized and contracted, and he took uneasy and harsh breaths. His tears were hot on his face, his throat hurt from crying but he couldn’t fathom stopping, because grief continued to hit him, wave after wave. He was angry, he was confused, but most of all, he was sad. He was so very sad. He was not devastated, nor in distress nor any of those fancy words that tried to explain what he was feeling. No. Thomas was feeling raw and hurt, not feeling some dressed up version of sadness, but sadness itself.

Cecily was crying with him, though whether she was crying over Barbara or if this was causing her to remember her own dead sister, Thomas didn’t feel it mattered. Grief doesn’t need to be about the same person, so long as you could grieve with somebody.

They might have cried together for hours. Cecily had stopped before Thomas had, but for the first time, he didn’t feel the need to make haste and dry his tears. His tears continued until he had lost his voice and they were falling down his face silently. At some point, he and Cecily must have moved so that they were looking out of the window, Thomas’ head was still on her shoulder, but he couldn’t remember when.

Thomas looked out the window, and watched the world go by, as though everything was perfectly fine. For the first time in the history of the world, the sun was out in London. The sun was out and it was as though Barbara had never died. She would have liked the sun, would have come up with an excuse to drag him outside and go to the park with her. Then, he’d acquiesce and follow her around the park, lost in his own thoughts. She would have loved today so much— Thomas choked.

Cecily put a hand on his upper back. “This pain, it will never go away. Thomas, grief is not a battle, it’s a constant war. There is never going to be a time when something doesn’t remind you of her, and that’s alright. This may be the first time you grieve this way, but it will not be the last. Just make sure you never bottle up your emotions, because there comes a time when it will be too much to hold, and you explode.”

He looked at Cecily, but she was blurry and wobbly, like she was underwater. He blinked, and she looked normal again, before water began building up in his eyes again. Tears must have fallen from his eyes, but he seemed to have cried so much that couldn’t feel them anymore.

“I don’t know what to do.” he said, finally.

“Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do but grieve.”

Thomas bit his lip and went back to looking out the window. Only then did he realize that for the first time since her passing, he hadn’t thought that Barbara was going to come bursting through the door and drag him away for a walk. For the first time, it seemed as though he had come to terms with the fact that Barbara was truly dead.

That thought made him close his eyes tight and his stomach palpitated. He focused on Aunt Cecy’s breathing and made himself do the same. Eventually, it would be alright.

“Thank you, Aunt, for using up your time, to help me.”

“Don’t thank me, Thomas. You’re timeless. If you need it, I will stay with you for hours.” She turned to him and smiled a bittersweet smile. “I love you children so much,” Cecily said, combing his hair to the side. “I wish I could shield you from all of the pain the world has to offer.”

“Even if you can’t,” Thomas said, “you helped make it a bit less unbearable.”

Cecily gave a single, soundless laugh through her nose and when she spoke, Thomas could hear her smile in her voice. “I’m so happy for it, bach.”

They stared out the window again, mindlessly watching as nothing happened outside, save a couple of squirrels scurrying up trees. Thomas liked nothings, for they cleared his mind. In his head, he thought of a melancholy melody. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. When he opened them again, he saw a butterfly flapping its wings precariously, and smiled.

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arigatouiris · 4 years ago

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the ghosthunter of nekoma // kenma kozume — 01

Author’s Note: A long break of absence, but fret not! This is a short series inspired by Noragami ofc, and because Kenma is a sweetie. Let me know what you think of this! The chapters aren’t going to too long thank goodness lmao. Also, I’m on Quotev! I post a lot more of my fics on there, so if any of you want the link, hmu! Let me know what you think! :”)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Ghosthunter! Kenma Kozume x Hanyou! Reader

Summary: Ever since you were born, things weren't going your way. Being able to jump in and out of your body as a spirit might have sounded cool in theory, but in reality, you were just target practice for other spirits to take advantage of. Just when you thought you could get accustomed to living a regular life, meeting the ghosthunter of Nekoma turned your life around to a complete 360.

Warnings: unrequited love, slow burn, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, ghosts, supernatural stuff, alternate universe, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

c h a p t e r - o n e this is not a meet cute.

There were over nine million people in Tokyo. However, only a handful of them was unfortunate enough to be called hanyou.

You were one of those unfortunate souls.

The night was pitch-black and moonless on the day you were born. There was no heavy gust of wind, there was no storm��the lights were out at your grandmother's home, you were apparently upside down inside your mother's uterus, a sign that things were not normal, and yet, the worst part of it all was how you were perceived after you were born.

Not a sound out of you; you were born asleep. Almost as if the world's chaos did nothing to wake your soul. You were sleeping so soundly, one could wonder what even caused the birth. Were you sleeping because you were content? Were you sleeping because you were aware of what the world was to offer you?

It was three years later did they realize why. It was because you could see spirits, and you could exit your own body as a spirit, whenever you pleased. While this new ability proved to be interesting indeed, the maiden from your mother's shrine convinced you that this power was evil. A human being was not to exit their body whenever they pleased, the spirit world was not to be accessed like that, it was not a welcome area and they definitely did not welcome tourists. While you believed they were marking your ability as something you had to fear, it only worked when they told you about ghosthunters.

Ghosthunters lived to exterminate the living world of ghosts. As simple as this job sounded, its similarities to exorcism scared you since you had the ability to become a ghost whenever you pleased. It wasn't that you could control this ability really well, only when you're allowed to use an ability could you learn to control it, however, the maiden from the shrine did assist in keeping this unfortunate ability of yours under wraps. Tying a sacred magatama around your wrist was one way, which you were specially allowed to wear despite being in school. So, whatever the fear was, as long as the magatama was around your wrist, you were just a regular human being.

You laughed and lived through your middle school years, avoiding the area of sports because you couldn't dare displace the beaded bracelet around your wrist. Despite it all, despite your unfortunate ability that you were forced not to ever use, you were happy—a teenager living the life of a teenager, away from any ghosthunter that might deem you a threat.

Apparently, hanyou were not particularly welcome by the ghosthunter race. They weren't a race per se, but the spiritual affinity that hanyou had despite being human beings was something that they considered impure, and anything impure needed to be severed. It wasn't that they were allowed to kill hanyou for just being hanyou, but they were indeed allowed to sever your ties with the spirit world; and because your grandmother, the Miko of the shrine your mother had belonged to before marriage, had never told you about what this severing would do to your psyche, you were cautious enough to listen to her about wearing the magatama around your wrist at all costs.

You were thankful that she did tell how of how vengeful spirits might take advantage of your hanyou self, and jump into your body when you were out and make use of this chance to wreak havoc. The thought of an external spirit inhabiting your body made you nauseous even as a child, so following a cautious lifestyle was rather stringent for you.

Everything was fine and dandy until your third day in Nekoma high school.

Your new friend, Katagiri Mimi, had a desperately pathetic crush on one of the volleyball players and had forced you along to the gym to watch them play. Despite having a strict rule to never go within ten yards of any sport, Mimi-chan was rather forceful that day since Morisuke-senpai was just amazing at everything he did. Perhaps, you were standing too close to where they were playing that you didn't realize a ball was approaching your head. Perhaps, your habit of playing with the beads around your wrist finally had the beads snapping exactly at the moment you needed them most.

Perhaps, it was fate that it happened the way it did; you could never tell.

"(y/n)-chan!" Mimi screeched, but you could see her.

You stared at her as she looked down and screamed at what looked like your body. You let out a terrifying sigh at the sight of the broken magatama, before wondering what your grandmother would say at how easily your soul slipped out of your body right then. You tried to remember how you would jump back into your body as a child, but seeing your unconscious body right then gave you full access to how your hair actually looked like from another person's point of view. It was tempting to stay outside for just a few moments longer, but it was then a person's gaze burned so hard into your soul that you froze.

People weren't supposed to see you.

Yes, you remembered this fact quite clearly. Only spirits could see spirits. And since you were a spirit right then, that meant only spirits could see you.

You gulped. There was one other race that could see you in your spirit form.

You looked up toward the volleyball net and noticed two cat-like eyes glaring at your form, eyes wide and gaze sharp, boring into your skull. Your breath was stuck in your throat as this boy glared the daylight out of you, making you wonder what in the world was going on but the answer was screaming into your face as you watched how his gaze was unwavering. Yes, only spirits could see spirits, but...

...so could ghosthunters.

Taking a deep breath, you jumped on your body but failed to enter yourself again. Mimi was crying now, and the entire volleyball team had huddled around your unconscious form. You had no idea what to do, but this blond boy's gaze had petrified you to the spot. What the hell should I do!? You screamed within your own mind before thinking of the least rational yet the only idea your mind could come up with.

You turned to the possible ghosthunter and screamed, "What the hell should I do?!"

His eyes widened just a tad bit before he looked away, almost as if he no longer could see you. You knew he was just ignoring you, you knew he was doing this just to make sure your spirit self stayed out of your body so that when everyone was away, he could come to chop you into little ghost pieces and end your miserable life. You were shaking now, and you were certain that your lower lip was quivering.

"Come on, ghosthunter-kun! I have no idea how to get back to my body!"

"Take her to the infirmary." The ghosthunter said, lowly, before everyone agreed.

A tall pale-haired individual picked you up, but you were right there. The entire volleyball team seemed to disperse, as one first-year whose name you remembered began with an 'I' started to apologize profusely. Mimi's crying could be heard all over the corridor, and now you were alone with the ghosthunter.

"You really can't hear me or—"

In one quick movement, you were pinned to the ground with something cold and sharp on your neck. As a spirit, you wouldn't feel things hit you but you could feel this boy touch you, pin you to the ground, and his weird looking tiny katana was pressing to your neck. You were scared it was drawing blood. Your eyes welled up with tears and he paused, just for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.

"I should kill you before you change my mind."

"W-What?" You were crying, just great, "What makes you think I can change your mind?! Y-You're practically pressing this baby katana to my neck!"

His eyebrow twitched with apparent annoyance, "It's a tanto."

"O-Okay..." You cried, tears leaking out of your eyes.

He looked at you as you cried, your cries increasing with intensity with each passing second. He was actually a tad bit cute if you looked closer, his hair was a funny shade, but it suited him strangely. He was wearing the Nekoma practice jersey and even though he was sweaty, he looked like he could snap you in half like a twig, despite the tiny frame he adorned so well. While his features were screaming at you, your heart was palpitations, even though you were sure you had no heart. A moment later, he pulled the tanto away before releasing you. You cried harder now, before sitting back up.

"You really have no idea how to get back to your body?"

You shook your head, "Are you really a ghosthunter?"

He chose to ignore you. "They'll think you're dead, you know. It was just a volleyball that hit your head. You should get back."

You stared at him in awe, "Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

He offered you a cheeky grin before saying, "I kill ghosts that threaten peace. The most you can threaten is a fly."

While you knew you had to feel offended by his remark, what you felt was absolute elation. You stood up right away, fighting the urge to hug this ghosthunter for sparing your life before you saw the tanto vanishing from his hands. You were confused as to what a ghosthunter was doing in the middle of Tokyo, especially in a school like Nekoma, but those questions were for later.

"Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He shrugged before looking at you nonchalantly, "Nope. You're lucky I found you, if it was any other ghosthunter, things would have been different."

While you were indeed curious as to what 'different' meant, since your grandmother never had explicitly told you what the fate of hanyou were at the hands of ghosthunters, you knew you had to get back to your body. Mimi was quite practically terrified of volleyballs by now, and her crush on Morisuke-senpai would have been entirely eradicated from the blatant display of how weak your composition was. However, just as you walked away, you felt the ghosthunter clear his throat.

"It's not safe for you," He said, "To be the way you are."

Your eyes widened at what he said before biting your lower lip, convincing yourself that speaking to your grandmother was your best bet before doing literally anything else. You walked toward the infirmary where your body was, and the entire volleyball team stood outside waiting to hear about your fate. While the school nurse did confusedly tell them you were breathing fine and were simply unconscious and even she couldn't understand why you weren't waking up.

You held your own hand before shutting your eyes and feeling warm all of a sudden. A moment later, you woke up.

"(y/n)-chan! Oh my god!"

Mimi crushed you with a hug, and everyone cheered. However, your heart was the one that felt a little bit broken. It's not safe for me? What does he mean? You stared at your now empty wrist before feeling for the first time that your grandmother had conveniently missed out on telling you something.

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ajax-b1ue · 6 years ago

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Suspension of Disbelief: Ch 8

2018 Big Bang Fic Challenge Submission Amazing Artist, Big Bang Partner, and Header Creator: @ahoardofsides TW: Villainous Deceit, angst, manipulation, gaslighting, self-deprecation, self-harm, anxiety attack, violence, blood, attempted murder Pairings: Platonic LAMP WC: 2756

( Master | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Chapter 8: All’s Well That Ends... | 9 )

Thomas sat cross legged in the middle of his bed. He tried to take slow, deep breaths, hoping that might help to calm the painful palpitations in his chest.

The alarm clock read just after 2:00 in the morning. He was once again soaked with sweat, and shivered as his air conditioner kicked on.

He’d just had what he didn’t think was an exaggeration to call the worst nightmare of his life. He couldn’t remember it now, only that he was absolutely terrified— and that he woke up thinking he was having an actual heart attack and dying.

Thomas wanted so badly to call on his sides again. Something more had to have happened; it was killing him to not know what was going on. And he knew Patton said he should call them if he needed them. But Thomas was also aware that it had only been a few hours. If it was like last time, the sides probably had their hands full trying to take care of things themselves.

Thomas held off as long as he could, but he couldn’t stave off the growing anxiety in him forever. It wasn’t just that he was still in the dark about whatever it was that was going on— but the thought that it might keep happening. He didn’t want to go back to sleep if it brought on another nightmare like that. Or what if he had another unexpected anxiety attack? There was no way he could possibly leave the apartment, not with the chance that one could hit him while he was driving.

He did his best to hold it together as the hours crept by, to try to distract himself with things like music and Netflix and warm mugs of tea… but Thomas felt too frayed to focus on anything for long. He just couldn’t seem to calm back down, or keep all the terrible ‘what-if’s out of his head.

Sitting on his couch in the quiet and dark of the early morning, Thomas was almost to his tipping point, when without any warning or preamble two of his sides appeared on their own.

Thomas leapt to his feet, heart pounding again, but he was too relieved to care. “Patton! Logan!” The sides didn’t get an opportunity to speak, as Thomas frantically questioned them. “Is Virgil still okay? And where’s Roman? What’s been happening?? …Are those bruises?” Thomas asked all of a sudden, staring.

Logan and Patton looked to each other, before Logan admitted, “Yes.”

“You guys can get bruised?” Thomas asked incredulously.

“We can get a lot worse than that,” Logan muttered, and Thomas fell silent in shock. Patton shot Logan a look; it took a moment, but Logan at least appeared a little abashed as he realized his indiscretion.

Thomas was still taken aback at the implication, mouth working as he tried to find what to say.

Finally he settled on, “Guys… please. Tell me what’s going on.” He looked between his two sides, pleading.

“…Deceit,” they answered simultaneously. Thomas reeled, taking an unconscious step back.

“It’s a long story,” Logan warned quietly.

“Okay…” Thomas slowly sunk into his couch, then looked back up at both of them. “Okay,” he repeated. “Tell me.”

When Roman awakened again, he at first made the mistake of thinking he was alone. Alarmed, he tried to push himself up on his side, hissing at the pain in his shoulder. A quiet voice startled him into halting: “You probably shouldn’t sit up.”

Roman snapped his head over to see Virgil still sitting in the recliner. He had one leg curled up, his hoodie draped over his knee and across his lap, and was eyeing Roman. As soon as they made eye contact, though, he glanced away. Roman dropped his eyes as well, feeling heat prickling up the back of his neck, but settled back down on the couch.

“You need anything?” The question surprised Roman, whose gaze darted back up to Virgil; the anxious side was staring at something in his lap, but seeing as there was no one else present, Roman was the only person he could be speaking to.

He opened his mouth, hesitating, then shook his head slightly. “No, I’m… I’m fine,” he answered, voice small, suddenly aware of the dryness in his mouth. That wasn’t worthy of asking Virgil to get up, though, particularly considering the crutches that Roman just then noticed on the floor beside Virgil’s chair.

Virgil paused in whatever he was doing, glancing at Roman from under his bangs before looking away again. “There’s a bottle of water on the floor next to the couch,” he said simply.

Again, Roman was surprised, then he flushed. Still, he rolled over just enough to find that there was indeed a bottle of water resting there, cold and covered in condensation. He took it, propping himself up on his elbow to open it and take a drink before resettling himself.

Neither of them spoke. Roman couldn’t help but wonder where Logan and Patton were, but didn’t ask, and Virgil didn’t volunteer the information, instead focusing on something in his lap. Roman tried not to watch Virgil, certain his attention was unwanted.

After a few minutes and a lack of anything else to draw said attention, however, Roman found his eyes wandering back to the anxious side. It took Roman a few moments to realize what he was working on, before he saw Virgil pulling on a needle and thread— he was sewing up part of his hoodie. He was—

He was sewing up the cut in the sleeve.

Roman was stricken once more, and hastily looked away, his stomach rolling. Virgil couldn’t miss Roman’s reaction, and stiffened. After a moment, he set the hoodie to the side, shifting uncomfortably.

Roman would have had to be completely oblivious to miss that Virgil was still upset being around him. How could he blame him, though? The creative side was miserably aware of how much he deserved Virgil’s anger, even hate, after everything he did to him.

At length, Roman could stand the tension no more, even though he was certain Virgil didn’t want to speak to him. He didn’t want to do this laying down, though. Not that Roman thought he could manage looking Virgil in the eye, even if the other side wanted to, but he already felt weak and pathetic and small.

And so— even knowing how badly it would hurt— he pushed himself up into a sitting position, sucking air between his teeth and clutching at his shoulder.

Virgil of course immediately took notice— “Roman!”— but it wasn’t as though he could jump up to stop the other side, who just forced himself through it. He had to say this.

“Virgil— I—” And already, he choked, having no idea what he could possibly say, how he could express what he was trying to, how to fix any of this.

“Roman, it’s fine,” Virgil tried to defer, but Roman shook his head.

“No— it’s— it’s not. I don’t…” He let out a breath that was half sob. “I don’t even know how to… I’m sorry,” he said at last, voice cracking. He brought his hands up to press his palms to his eyes, trying hard not to cry. It sounded so pitiful and worthless in his ears— how fitting, he couldn’t help but think.

“Roman, you don’t… have to do this.” Virgil still sat stiffly, and grasped his left forearm, just above where it was bandaged.

Roman lifted his head ever so slightly. “I don’t have to apologize for trying to kill you?” His words may have been rueful, but his voice and expression were sickened. Virgil inhaled sharply, trying to cover his unease and failing. Roman watched Virgil for a moment longer, before his eyes drifted away, staring across the living room, unfocused and glassy. “…For almost succeeding?”

“…It wasn’t you,” Virgil insisted quietly. “It… wasn’t your fault.”

“How is it not my fault?” Roman cried, taking Virgil aback. He buried his face again, then raked his fingers upwards through his hair. “I let Deceit gain power over me! Just because I was too stupid to realize that’s what was happening doesn’t mean I’m not to blame!” Tears now streaked freely down his face, and he dropped one hand to wrap around his stomach, the other wrapped around the back of his head.

“Roman,” Virgil tried to cut in, but Roman went on.

“And what about in the imagination? Deceit wasn’t controlling me then, that was me!” He ducked his head towards his knees.

“He was still deceiving you,” Virgil managed to get out, the words awkward and fumbled. “You were just trying to protect everyone.” Roman let out a choked laugh, shaking his head, clutching himself tighter. “Roman— I’m… I’m not…” Virgil let out a harsh breath. “Last night. What happened…”

“You don’t have to do this, Virgil.” Roman’s voice was thin and thready. “You don’t have to make excuses for me.” He gave a mirthless laugh, eyes swollen and red. “…You’ve always had the right of it, you know? I am a clueless moron, one hundred percent of—”

“Would you shut up and let me talk??” Virgil’s outburst made Roman flinch. “I’m trying to thank you for saving my life.”

Roman stared, unable to respond to that at first. Virgil started to hunch his shoulders, glancing away, though Roman could see him starting to flush.

Then Roman’s expression twisted into incredulity. “Saving… I’m the one who put your life in danger in the first place.”

“No,” Virgil insisted, shaking his head. “That was Deceit. Even if he hadn’t succeeded with you, he’d have just tried something different.” Virgil’s expression became rueful. “He obviously had it out for me. For all of us,” he amended.

“Just you and Patton, actually,” Roman supplied weakly. “He meant to let Logan live.”

Virgil gave Roman a flat stare. “Comforting.”

They both fell silent, neither quite knowing what to say. Part of Virgil guiltily wanted to call the other sides back, as heartfelt conversations were miles beyond his comfort zone. But even he had to admit, this was a conversation that had to happen, and it had to be him— even if he didn’t have a clue what he was doing.

He took a moment to just watch Roman— confident, brave, proud Roman— but now he looked so fragile. Pale, bandaged, arms wrapped around his middle, starting to curl in on himself again… and self-loathing rolling off of him in waves.

Virgil took a breath, thinking. Then, with some effort, he started to push himself up from the recliner.

Roman didn’t realize what Virgil was doing until he was already up, balanced precariously on his one good leg. The princely side didn’t get the chance to protest before Virgil grabbed the arm of the couch, using it to support his weight and hobble over, before flopping into the cushions next to Roman.

If Virgil was being honest with himself, it was a bit closer than he was strictly comfortable with, but pressing himself into the end of the couch as far away from Roman as possible wasn’t going to send the right message.

From the way Roman was staring at him, he’d taken the creative side off guard again. Despite the awkwardness, Virgil forced himself to speak, trying not to trip over his words.

“You’re… you’re a good person, Roman. Deceit— he used that against you.” Virgil could feel his face burning from embarrassment, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the coffee table, but he kept talking. “He wanted to use you, but he knew you’d never deliberately hurt any of us.”

Roman lifted his head at that, looking into Virgil’s face, before his eyes dropped to the anxious side’s arm. “…But I did hurt you, Virgil,” he whispered, clenching his eyes shut.

“The imagination…” Virgil shifted in place, taking a breath. “That wasn’t you. That was Deceit gaslighting you.”

“I should have known,” Roman breathed.

“Roman. You…” Virgil wished he was better at expressing himself, like Patton, or at least more verbose like Logan. “You protected me.” Roman frowned, forehead wrinkling, turning to look at Virgil— who pointed to Roman’s injured shoulder. “When Deceit was controlling you, you… You sacrificed yourself. For me.” Now Virgil pointed repeatedly, shaking his head slightly. He struggled to find the words, because the conversation had become entirely too earnest for him, but it was important that he got this out: “That’s the real Roman.”

Now, Virgil made himself meet Roman’s eyes and not look away. Roman was just staring, mouth hanging slightly open, tears leaving tracks on his cheeks. He was clearly at a loss for words, and Virgil had run out. The stunned look the creative side wore made Virgil think that he’d at least gotten through to him.

And yet… Roman still looked so small, so uncertain… Virgil understood that all too well, and wished he were better at comforting people.

But maybe… he could try?

This was way, way outside of his bubble, but then, the last twenty four hours had pretty much shredded the bubble. Is this honestly any worse than almost being killed? And so, very hesitantly, Virgil started to lift both of his arms, holding them awkwardly out to his sides.

Roman stared, trying to process. “…What?”

“Is it… is it okay to hug you?” Virgil mumbled, flushing once more.

Roman’s mouth hung open again, and he was suddenly blinking a lot more rapidly. After a moment, he nodded, unable to find his voice. Still uncertain, Virgil slowly wrapped his arms around Roman’s shoulders, and pulled the other side towards himself.

It took a second for Roman to respond, but then he lifted his own arms, tentatively putting them around Virgil’s back. Virgil took that as permission to tighten his grip a little, which apparently was okay since Roman did the same. Then Roman let his head dip to Virgil’s shoulder, which was soon soaked by the creative side’s tears.

Thomas perched on the edge of his couch, eyes unfocused, still trying to process everything Logan and Patton had told him.

What they had said… he was shaken deeply.

Patton asked gently, “Kiddo. Are you okay?”

Thomas glanced up. “I’m just… I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the thought that my deceitful side tried to kill my anxiety and morality.” He looked to Logan. “Is that even possible?”

“We’re not sure,” Logan admitted.

“And we weren’t really too hot on the idea of finding out,” Patton added, grimacing.

Thomas raked his hands through his hair. “What would that have even done to me?” he wondered out loud, gesturing with both hands.

“Probably cause you to become a sociopath,” Logan answered, matter of fact.

“What?!”

“Ooh, Logan—” The logical side looked from Thomas to Patton, who was wincing.

“…Not helping?” Logan hazarded. Patton scrunched his face and shook his head.

Their attention was recaptured by Thomas exhaling hard; he closed his eyes and cradled his head in one hand, looking not unlike Virgil did before they left the mindscape. Logan’s expression became one of chagrin. “…Thomas. I want to apologize, for causing you more distress in what is an already stressful situation.”

Thomas gave him a weak smile. “It’s all right, buddy. I know you didn’t mean to.”

A moment later, Patton abruptly asked, “Would you like to visit the mindscape?”

“I— what?” The question clearly caught Thomas unprepared.

“To see Virgil and Roman,” Patton elaborated. “I know you’re worried about them, and I think it’d do you a world of good.”

“Yes— absolutely.” Thomas started to push himself up.

Logan asked Patton in a murmur, “Do you think Roman’s up to that?”

“I think offering Roman all the support we can is a good thing,” Patton returned, equally quiet.

Thomas was already on his feet, looking at the two of them expectantly, and Logan bit down on any other reservations he might have. As he considered it though, something more occured to the logical side.

“Actually… perhaps it would be best that you accompany us back to the mindscape.” Thomas and Patton both gave him questioning looks at his change of heart, and Logan went on. “I think we need your help with Deceit.”

Thomas’s expression faltered, though he tried to cover it up. “Right…” He took a breath to steel himself. Then Thomas glanced up at his two sides, who were watching him carefully.

He breathed out, then nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

#suspension of disbelief #ts fanfiction #sanders sides #roman sanders #deceit sanders #angst #big bang

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2whipped4haz-and-tom · 7 years ago

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Dares (Tom Holland x Reader)

omg wow okay, so I told myself that when I reached 100 followers on this blog, I would post this fic. SO here I am with 100 follower posting this fic. Thank you to everyone for following me. You guys are awesome.

Word Count: 1585 (Tom is the word most said, obviously lol)

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader, a little bit of platonic Zendaya x reader

Warnings: Cursing, angst (i think this qualifies as angst?)

MASTERLIST

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Spider Man: Homecoming was probably the best thing that could’ve happened to you. Acting had always been a dream of your since you were 5 years old. And now, you were living out that dream, in something you’d grew up with: Spider Man.

But that wasn’t the only reason you were happy to do the film. You’d met the most amazing person ever. Tom Holland was the sweetest, most thoughtful, funniest person you’d ever met. He never failed to make you laugh and make you feel comfortable in any situation. Since you were new to the whole fame thing (which you’d gotten almost immediately after you got cast in the movie 3 months ago), Tom was always there to guide you through it, since he was a bit more experienced with it all.

You’d, of course, gotten comfortable with the rest of the cast too, but Tom seemed to put an extra effort into being your friend. A best friend.

And, of course, this had turned into a crush. Like a real life, “I-really-want-to-date-you-because-you-make-my-stomach-flutter-and-heart-palpitate-kind of crush.” Not a “Hanging-out-would-be-cool-and-I-just-really-want-to-make-out-with-you-crush.” You couldn’t help it. He was just too amazing.

“And cut!” the director called out. “That was great guys, I think we’re done for today!”

Everyone gave a small cheer and began to clean up.

The cast was filming the Homecoming scene. You were wearing heels and a green dress. Acting was fun because you got to wear all different kinds of outfits.

The set was on a small incline, so you had to walk down two stairs in order to get off of it. As you were walking down the first step, your heel got caught on the floor below you and you started falling before Tom ran over and helped you stand back up.

Your face was red as you began stammering, “Oh my god, thank you. I have no idea what happened, I just… I don’t even- Ahh.”

Tom laughed. “No problem. I’m about to invite everyone for some pizza, you’re coming right?”

“Yeah, of course. You know I love pizza.” Tom smiled, happy at your response.

And that was what made you think that maybe Tom liked you back. He never wanted to go anywhere if you weren’t going with him, he always made sure you laughed at his jokes, and sometimes you caught him staring at you.

As Tom walked away to his trailer, you couldn’t help but stare off at him, most likely with a dreamy look. No one was paying attention, so you could ogle and let your feelings out on your face, right?

“Hey.” a voice said quietly. You jumped and turned to see Zendaya standing next to you.

“Oh, hey, Z.” you responded.

Zendaya looked to Tom then back at you. “Do you… like Tom?”

Your face turned red again. “I-uh... ” You shook your head before saying. “Umm… Yeah, kinda.”

Zendaya smiled and rubbed your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just noticed that you were kinda staring at him.”

“Oh… Am I that obvious?”

“Oh no! I really just only noticed it now and we’ve only all known each other for a couple months, so you’re good. Tom hasn’t noticed anything, trust me.”

“Thank god.”

“You should tell him.” she said suddenly.

You were flabbergasted. “Tell him? Tell him what? That his socks look nice?”

Zendaya rolled her eyes. “No, tell him you like him.”

You were already shaking your head. “No, no. That’s not happening.”

“Oh come on! He might feel the same about you. You never know.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay well. If you ever do, I’m here for you. Now let’s go get some pizza cause I’m fucking starving.”

You laughed and took Zendaya’s outstretched hand. You both skipped to your trailers.

Of course you’d thought about telling Tom about your crush. Dating him would probably be the best thing ever. Having such a sweet and thoughtful man as your boyfriend was everyone’s dream. You knew dating him would entail many fun days, just roasting each other until both of you were laughing so hard. Working out (well, watching Tom work out, since you prefered just running as a form of exercise instead of the whole situps business) with Tom until you were both sweating. And the kisses. You’d thought about how the kisses would be so often. His lips, which looked so soft, finally touching yours. His lips caressing yours while in his house, the kiss sharing all the feelings you felt for him, and that you hoped he felt for you. That kiss leading to other things, more intimate things that you’d always hoped to share with him. What if admitting your feelings would lead to that?

But you couldn’t bear the thought of him rejecting you. That was the reason why you never said anything. Because you knew if he rejected you, it would destroy you.

Zendaya (thankfully) never mentioned her absurd idea of admitting your crush to Tom again. The next week of shooting was fun, as it always was.

You and the rest of the cast had a 30 minute break before you all had to get back to shooting. You used that time to get school work done, since you were taking online college courses while you were establishing your career.

Tom and Jacob were off to a corner, giggling to themselves, while Zendaya and Laura were in another corner scrolling through their phones and occasionally showing each other something on their instagrams.

You couldn’t help but stare at Tom every time you heard him laugh. You loved his laugh. He didn’t have a care in the world if people stared at him for how hard he laughed and you loved it. You watched as he stood up and started dancing, horribly, to whatever song Jacob was playing on his phone. Tom would start dancing worse and worse every time he was able to make Jacob laugh. You loved that he always made sure to make other people laugh, even at the expense of his dignity. Tom turned around to you when he heard you laugh at a particularly stupid looking move. He gave you finger guns and a wink before turning back to his dance.

You smiled and looked back down at your computer screen to finish your assignment.

Suddenly Tom was in front of you, grabbing your laptop and closing it. He moved your legs aside so that he could step between them.

“Tom, what are you doing?” You asked. Your voice cracked since you were nervous about what was about to happen. He wouldn’t kiss you, would he?

Tom’s hand moved behind your head and tilted it up so that your lips were only a short distance from his. And then, he kissed you.

It was as amazing as you’d ever thought it would be. His lips were as soft as you thought they were. Tom’s lips started moving and you didn’t hesitate to move your own.

Tom dipped your head further back so that he could move over you. His kiss was slow at first but quickly turned fast. You followed suit and enjoyed every second of it. Your hands moved up to his hair and you ran them through the soft curls.

A few moments later Tom broke away from the kiss. You opened your eyes to find him already staring at you. A small happy sigh left your lips and you smiled up at him.

Tom smiled back before letting you go and turning around.

You saw Zendaya and Laura looking at you and Tom, both with big smiles on their faces. Zendaya shouted out in joy and clapped her hands together.

“Done!” Tom shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “Told you I was the king of dares.”

Your smile quickly dropped. “Dare?”

Tom turned back around to you. “Yeah, Jacob dared me to kiss one of you.” he said, gesturing to Zendaya, Laura and Jacob himself.

“Dared you to… So you kissed me because he said to?”

“Yeah, because I thought it would be weird to kiss- Why do you look like that?” Tom’s eyes went wide as he realized why you were almost crying. “Oh, Y/N. I-I-I didn’t know you felt that way about... me.”

“You… don’t like me.” You stated. It wasn’t a question, because you already knew the answer and couldn’t bear to hear him actually say it. But you needed to hear it. You needed to hear it or that stupid part of you was going to continue to hope that maybe he like you back.

Tom was silent before he hung his head down and said, “I... No, I-I don’t like you like that.”

You shook your head and started standing up in your chair.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, no Y/N come back, wait!” Tom shouted, trying to grab your arm as you ran away from everyone. “Y/N!”

You let your tears finally fall as you ran to your trailer. You shut the door and locked it before putting your back to it. You didn’t have any energy left to stand so you slid down the door until you sat on the floor, letting out a big sob.

“God, you’re so stupid.” You shouted at yourself, letting another sob leave your body.

You couldn’t believe you let yourself be so stupid to think that Tom would ever like someone like you, when there were so many other people in the world.

Why would Tom ever love you back?

Edit: Yes, a part 2 is in the works.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #zendaya #reader insert #laura harrier #jacob batalon #spider man #spider-man: homecoming #spidey #x reader fic #tom x reader #enjoy!

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seoulsborne123 · 7 years ago

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Twin’s B-day Fic

First Girlfriend part 1 (read on AO3 or from cut below)

Rating: T

Word count: 1721

Oliver unwittingly experiences the thrill of a first kiss…

I really wasn’t sure how to post this. I won’t tag this with the event yet since it’s early, but this is part 1, which features the twins. However part 2, which comes in the form of a comic, features Naru and Mai. Though the twins should be the main focus, I couldn’t release the comics first before the fic TT*TT so here it is… Part 2 will come on 9/19.

Oliver frowned in annoyance and marked question number fifteen so that he could go back and answer it later. That made four he’s had to skip so far. The questions were getting somewhat difficult, he had to admit, or perhaps it was just that his concentration was waning. He had been revising nonstop for his GCE exam for five hours straight with no break in between, after all. He tapped his right finger on the desk as he contemplated to himself, then placed his pencil down and sighed in relief as he lightly cracked his wrist and fingers to loosen his joints. Studying in this manner would do more harm than good, so he decided it was enough for today.

He picked up the novel Madoka had lent him that week (for some reason she thought he would enjoy reading Dracula , though what made her think he was a fiction reader was beyond him). At any rate, a little bit of light reading ought to cool his brain down. Freshly brewed tea and a light snack also seemed a fitting companion to this activity.

He glanced at the clock and was surprised at how late it had gotten, and wondered briefly if Luella was still downstairs. Usually on Saturday nights she would be found in the kitchen, baking a small batch of sweet bread, or cake, or some form of dessert, as practice for a bigger batch she would hand out to friends and colleagues for that week. As he was too tired to go down to the kitchen and check for himself, he decided he would ask Gene since he was sure his brother would still be watching the telly or playing some video games even this late at night.

However it had been a while since they communicated via their hotline so he was out of practice, and their telepathic connection with each other was not as strong as before, not to mention he was never usually the one to initiate the connection, so he wasn’t sure if it would work. Nevertheless he gave it a try and knocked.

‘Gene?’

A torrent of emotion suddenly overwhelmed him. He felt hot, felt nervous. His gulped down the breath that was caught in his throat. He was in someone’s room--one he didn’t recognize, with the setting sunlight filtering through the small gaps between the closed blinds. He was sitting on the bed and the girl beside him crawled closer and closer before pausing uncertainly just inches in front of his face. Though he did not recognize the girl, his pulse quickened at her proximity, feeling a rush of excitement as he marveled at the brilliance of her blue eyes, inhaled the sweet fragrance of her lilac shampoo, and felt her soft, warm breath as it deliciously tickled his lips. If possible, his heart palpitated even wilder.

They both leaned in. Their lips met in an awkward kiss at first, but after a few more attempts warming up, realized that they were both talented, quick learners, and soon, their tongues danced with each other, stirring wild passion--

‘Noll!’

Oliver inadvertently dropped the book he meant to read and shook his head to clear his mind. Apparently Gene only grew worse at shielding parts of his mind from him during their connection. As soon as Eugene had opened the line his unguarded thoughts burst forth like a deluge, completely overpowering Oliver’s own control and revealing to him memories he never experienced, as if they were his own. He fought to regain composure.

Thunderous footsteps preceded the sound of his door slamming open as Gene burst in, panting furiously, face completely red, from sprinting or from embarrassment, Oliver wasn’t sure which.

“Y-you needed something?” Gene asked breathlessly.

“I just wanted to ask if Luella is still downstairs.”

“Oh, n-no, she turned in for the night a little more than two hours ago. It’s, uhh, already thirty minutes past midnight, Noll.”

“Yes, I see.”

“So... did you need her for something?”

“Just tea and a light snack.”

“Oh. Do you… do you want me to make it for you?”

Oliver shook his head and leaned over to pick up his book. “No need, I can make it myself.”

An awkward silence descended.

“Uhm. S-sorry about that…”

Oliver raised his brow and asked curiously, “What are you apologizing for?” Although it was true that the incident happened due to Gene’s lack of control, ultimately it was he who inadvertently invaded his brother’s privacy. There was no point in laying the fault with either of them.

“You experienced it as I did. It must have been awkward and weird for you.”

“It was.”

Gene sighed, closing the door silently behind him and trudged toward Oliver’s bed. First he sat down carefully, then slowly tipped himself over to his side and groaned softly. “I wasn’t expecting you to call out to me. You don’t often call out to me first.”

“Right.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Again, what are you apologizing for?”

Eugene took one of Oliver’s pillows and hid his face behind it. Several seconds passed before he mumbled out, “Ugh, I didn’t want you to see that. I’m just so embarrassed. I was just so happy about it that I couldn’t--,” he paused to take a large breath and finished, “--Please forget about it.”

“Okay.”

Oliver tried to go back to reading his book, but he suddenly felt a jolt of uncontainable excitement in the back of his mind. That wasn’t his emotion. Gene must be projecting unconsciously again. He looked over to his bed and found Gene still hiding his face underneath his pillow, staying so still on his bed that he frowned in confusion at the discrepancy between his twin's appearance and inner emotion.

He finished reading the paragraph first before finally commenting, “Your emotions are somehow still coming through even though I haven’t reopened our connection. That must be a very powerful memory for you. If you don’t want me seeing any of that, you should practice more control. Lin could help with that.”

“Right…” Gene slowly uncovered his face and turned to him, propping his head up with his right arm. “Ah, bloody hell. You already know anyway. I think I might as well talk to you about it and I desperately need an outlet. Do you want to listen?”

Oliver did not say anything immediately. Eventually he ceded, “Fine. Who was that?”

“That was Lyla Taylor. She was in your class last year?”

He nodded absentmindedly. He did not remember any Lyla.

“She sat behind you…” Watching Oliver’s unchanging blank face, Eugene sighed. “She’s my girlfriend now. My very first.”

“Since you’re keeping track like that, I presume you believe you’ll have others?”

Gene glared at him and shook his head. “Oh bug off, idiot. I didn’t mean that, I just assumed you’d think I’ve had others because you probably think I’m attracted and involved with every girl I speak with.”

Since he was right, Oliver had nothing to say to that.

“Which is not true. I’m just friendly. Anyway Lyla and I have been together for three months now and… well… since today was our birthday she asked me to come over and wanted to give me something. So that was our… first time…”

Oliver raised a hand. “Fortunately you were able to sever the connection in time. I have no intention of experiencing that. And through your memories, no less.”

Gene realized his implications and colored significantly to the tips of his ears, crying, “Oh geez, no, no! We just kissed! Today was the first time we kissed. We didn’t go that far, honest, despite what you saw!”

Oliver sighed. “Okay.” He massaged his temples and made a conscious effort to eliminate all lingering sensations completely.

“It was awesome,” Gene gushed after a while. He lay back down again and sighed dreamily as he stared at the ceiling. “I’m just so happy. I just love being around her all the time. I feel like I’m on cloud-nine and everything is exciting, and the world seems more colorful when we’re together.”

“Women seem to affect you greatly.”

“Not ‘women’, just her! ”

Oliver turned to face him and raised his brow. “Need I remind you of the time you said you had a crush on Madoka? I remember you said something similar along those lines for the first few weeks after you met her. Not to mention what you said about the six other girls you had crushes on, one for every grade level since we started school.”

“Those were silly crushes. This one’s different!” Gene retorted, sitting up and crossing his arms in annoyance. “Gah, whatever. It’s true I like girls in general, but I swear this one is different. I think I’m really in love with her.”

“Fine.” He wasn’t issuing a challenge, just announcing his acceptance, though upon hearing his own curt voice he realized it could have come off wrong, so he was relieved that Eugene understood his intention. He wasn’t looking for a senseless argument.

“Right. And what about you, are you not interested in girls, Noll?”

“Not really.”

“Boys, then?”

Oliver raised half-lidded eyes at him. “I’m not interested in anything outside of my studies and in the paranormal.”

There was some rustling as Gene shifted his position on the bed and scooted himself up so that his back rested against the wall. He grinned.

“So stubborn. Man, I swear, whoever falls in love with you is in for a world of pain and confusion.” Oliver merely shrugged his shoulders so he continued, “Your future girlfriend--or boyfriend--would have to be someone stubborn and formidable, yet bubbly and loveable. Someone who could understand your quirks, someone who would call you out whenever you got insufferable, someone who could make you smile sometimes--”

“That person sounds like a pain--,”

“--Someone like me!” Gene laughed. “Maybe I should be your girlfriend--err, boyfriend--Noll. Of course, you’d be the girl in the relationship. You’re fine with that arrangement, right?”

Oliver glared at him and scoffed in disgust. Sometimes Gene took his jokes a little too far. “Go away and brew me a pot of tea,” he snapped dismissively, “or else I’ll tell Luella and Martin you’ve been sneaking off to a girl’s room.”

Gene paled. “Earl grey, or Darjeeling?”

#ghost hunt #ghfic #oliver davis #eugene davis

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