#worse than the first. the eyes were glued on!! wha??

[crunchchute]

i Can fix you (good ending)

[meazalykov]

unexpected plays

lena oberdorf x bayern!reader

part one - part two here - part three here

summary: how can she feel this way after she turned you into a joke?

warnings: angst, swearing, enemies to lovers, lena and reader are horrible towards each other in this part so beware, long fic I had to split into two parts.

the rivalry with lena oberdorf was something that always hung over your head, a weight you couldn’t shake, even when you were off the pitch. 

it started years ago, back when lena was just a kid at essen, and it seemed to follow you both as she moved to wolfsburg. she was always there—looming, challenging, dominating. 

you didn’t mind the competition, at first. you liked to win, you liked the push. but over time, it became something more. it became a joke, a running commentary that the world loved to poke at. 

you are known as one of the best dribblers in the league. you’d always been that way—fast feet, perfect touch, always able to weave through defenders like they were cones. no matter who you faced, whether it was a world-class fullback or a physical center-back, you’d find a way through. 

it was almost instinctual, the way you’d glide past them, the ball glued to your feet. defenders would throw everything at you—shoulder-to-shoulder challenges, slide tackles, grabbing at your jersey.. none of it could stop you. 

it felt like the ball was a part of you, like every movement you made was deliberate, one step ahead of everyone else on the pitch.

but then there was lena. somehow, she was different. she wasn’t just a defensive midfielder; she was a wall. 

whenever you came up against her, it was like hitting something immovable. she was strong, fast, and relentless, always anticipating your next move before you even made it. and it didn’t matter how many tricks you pulled, how many feints or step-overs you threw her way—lena was right there, closing the gap, pressing you so close that you couldn’t breathe. 

and it wasn’t just her physicality. lena knew how to get under your skin in a way that no one else did. 

even when you managed to get around her, there was this feeling, like she was right behind you, ready to pounce. you hated that she was always there, a shadow on your back, reading every turn, every faint gesture of your body as if you were an open book.

one time, you thought you had her beat for sure. it was a pokal match against wolfsburg, and you were charging down the left wing, the pitch wide open in front of you. 

you saw lena coming in fast from the side, so you dropped your shoulder, pretending to cut inside, only to dart back outside. normally, that would leave any defender on their heels, but lena didn't bite. 

she didn’t fall for the trick, staying tight, her eyes locked on the ball. the moment you tried to accelerate past her, she stepped in, her hip bumping you just enough to throw you off balance, and suddenly the ball was gone, at her feet. 

she didn’t just defend against you; she dismantled you, piece by piece.

"nice try," she had called out, laughing lightly as she played the ball away to jule, that made your blood boil. 

she didn’t just win the duel—she made sure you knew she won. she taunted you, poked at every weakness, like she enjoyed getting that rise out of you. 

you hated how she made you feel like you were never good enough, how she seemed to live for every time you stumbled or lost possession.

it wasn’t like that with anyone else. 

you could beat the best defenders, slide past the toughest midfields, but when it came to lena, it felt like you were always running into a brick wall. and it wasn’t that she was necessarily better—just different. 

no matter how fast you were, no matter how clever your dribbles, she would always find a way to be there, blocking your path. and worse than that, she got to your head.

every match you had against wolfsburg, every one-on-one battle felt like a war you couldn’t win, not just because of her skill, but because of how she seemed to know exactly what to say to unravel you.

you’d try to ignore her, to play your game, but it was like she thrived on your frustration. the more you pushed, the more she pushed back, until all you could think about was her—how to get past her, how to prove to yourself and everyone else that you could beat her.

but no matter how many times you tried, no matter how many games you faced each other, lena always found a way to stop you. you’d leave the pitch fuming, hands clenched into fists, replaying every missed chance, every time you felt her body knock you off balance, or heard her voice in your ear. 

and that’s what made it worse—you were used to beating everyone else. but with lena, it wasn’t just about the game. it was about pride, about proving yourself, and somehow, she always seemed to have the upper hand.

your teammates would notice it immediately in training sessions leading up to the matches against wolfsburg. there was this quiet intensity about you.

the sessions were faster, sharper, and it wasn't lost on your teammates that the real target on your mind wasn't just winning against wolfsburg—it was beating lena. 

they rallied behind you, trying to boost your spirits, teasing you about how this time you'd "get her," but even they knew there was more to it than just friendly banter.

sometimes they saw the frustration, too—the way you'd take out your anger on a stray pass or how a mistimed tackle would make your jaw clench. the pressure wasn't just on you to score, but to prove yourself in those one-on-one duels against lena. 

the team felt it, and it added a layer of tension to the matches. they were backing you, yes, but there was always that lingering fear of what would happen if lena got the best of you again—how it would affect your mood, your performance.

at wolfsburg, it was similar but different. 

they knew exactly how to press your buttons, and lena thrived in that environment. every time you faced off, her teammates would encourage her to go harder, get tighter on you, make it as difficult as possible. 

"she’s faster, but not stronger than you, lena," they'd say during training, pushing her to be more aggressive, more relentless. 

you were a threat, but a threat that lena can handle. 

there were times that your dislike for lena hurted the team dynamic—whenever you got too caught up in trying to beat lena one-on-one and lost sight of the bigger picture. 

your coaches would sometimes call you out, telling you to play simpler, to let the ball do the work, but the rivalry made it hard to think rationally. you wanted that win against lena almost more than you wanted the win against wolfsburg.

and the same went for lena. she’d get caught up in marking you so tightly, so aggressively, that it sometimes left gaps in wolfsburg’s defense. 

she'd go into challenges recklessly, earning yellow cards just for the sake of making sure you didn’t get past her. her teammates, as much as they backed her, would sometimes groan when they saw her chasing you out of position, knowing she was willing to risk everything to shut you down.

it was like this invisible pull between you, one that neither team could fully control.

the commentators always zeroed in on the rivalry whenever bayern faced wolfsburg. they’d sense the tension before the whistle even blew, knowing your one-on-ones with lena were the heartbeat of the match. 

“the first minute is set and here we go again—bayern vs wolfsburg. or should we say—y/n vs. lena.” the commentator says when you receive the ball from pernille. lena chased you but stops when you pass back to giulia.

“you can see it everytime this matchup happens. y/n beats almost anyone, but lena? she’s a different animal. she doesn’t just play the ball; she plays y/n,” they’d analyze each time after lena blocked your path or went in for a rough tackle. 

whenever you’d get past her, they’d erupt in excitement. “l/n breaks through down the middle! you can see the light excitement on her face as she passes over to buhl—she needed that.”

and when the tension would boil over, the commentators would almost lean in, voices rising as you and lena squared up, faces inches apart. 

“it’s more than just football with these two. look at that—you can feel the rivalry. it’s like they’re always one wrong move away from an explosion.”

there was a moment where lena pushed you on the grass after halftime. you didn’t react at first, hoping that you’d look up to see that poppi was the one to push you instead and apologize like she always did– but it was lena. you gave her dirty look as she looked at you from over her shoulder. 

"lena’s in y/n’s head," the commentators say, half-laughing. and then it was lena herself, always taking it a step further on the pitch.

“what’s wrong, süße erbse?” she’d taunt in that cocky voice, smirking since she knocked you off the ball yet again. 

your teammates at bayern call you sweet pea, due to your kind and caring nature, so of course lena used that nickname to come at you with.

“can’t keep up?” she snarks, laughing to herself and walking away– leaving you to watch her with an offended look.

“bitch.” you mumble to yourself every time.

you hated that she made you feel like this, cornered, small. and worst of all, you hated that the public loved it. 

people praised lena, and you were the punchline. every match between bayern and wolfsburg had that undertone. same if she was against you and your national team.

it was lena’s game, and you were there to be humbled. 

in the locker room after the game lena is sitting beside with jill, both of them cooling down after the draw with bayern. 

jill and lena have a normal bond for teammates who have been together for two seasons—friends, yes, but friends who can cut through each other’s bullshit without a second thought. 

the dutch is stretching out her hamstring as she looks over at lena staring at the ground. lena is relaxed but jill is observant.

"you were going hard today, huh?" jill says casually, raising an eyebrow as she side-eyes lena. 

“you play like you’re at war sometimes. especially with y/n.”

lena chuckles, shrugging it off. "yeah, well... you know how it is," she says, grabbing her water bottle and taking a long sip, as if the answer is just that simple. 

but the truth is, it’s not. she’s never been able to figure out what it is about you that drives her to push harder, be sharper, and more aggressive whenever she faces you on the pitch. there's something different about how you get under her skin—different, but not necessarily in a bad way.

jill doesn’t let it go, her gaze still pinned on lena. “no, i mean it,” she presses. “you’re different around her. the way you play, the way you talk... like, i get being aggressive, but with y/n, you’re... it’s more than just trying to win. do you hate her or something?”

lena lets out a breath, rolling her eyes a little, but she knows jill’s not going to drop it. “i don’t know, okay? maybe... maybe it’s just fun to get that reaction out of her. y/n’s always so... perfect on the pitch. so controlled. and when i’m in her face, it’s like... i don’t know, i like seeing her flustered.”

“flustered, huh?” jill’s tone is teasing, her eyes lighting up with amusement. she knows lena better than most, and she can hear the waver in her voice. 

“so... you like getting her attention? is that what this is? sounds like someone’s got a weird little thing going on.”

“no, that’s not what i meant,” lena snaps quickly, but the defensiveness in her tone is all the confirmation jill needs. “i’m just... i don’t know why i do it. she’s just easy to rile up, that’s all.”

“right,” jill says, stretching the word out, a grin spreading across her face. 

“it’s totally just about the bayern and wolfsburg rivalry. it’s not like you enjoy it when she gets all up in your space and starts yelling at you, right? not like you love it when she’s all fire and intensity.”

“jill, i swear to god—” lena starts, cutting her off sharply, but jill’s laughing now, clearly finding the whole thing more amusing than lena intended. lena looks away, her jaw tight as she fiddles with the tape on her wrist. 

she can’t explain it, not even to herself. there’s this feeling she gets when you’re close, whether you’re shoving her off the ball or staring her down with that heated glare of yours. it’s like electricity, and it’s addicting, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

“okay, okay, i’ll stop,” jill says, raising her hands in mock surrender, though the playful glint is still there in her eyes. 

“but seriously, lena... i’m just saying, maybe take a second to figure out why y/n gets to you so much. ‘cause from where i’m sitting, it’s kinda obvious.”

lena doesn’t respond, refusing to meet jill’s eyes, and the silence hangs between them. it’s obvious to everyone except her, apparently. but all lena knows is that every time she faces you, it feels like more than just a game. and that scares her more than she’d ever admit out loud—even to jill.

three months later-- it’s the world cup group stage, your country was paired with germany, and tensions are already running high. the stakes are huge—your national team needs a win to secure a spot in the knockout rounds, and germany is standing in your way. 

however, germany needs to win in order to move on. all your country needs is a draw or a win. this gave your team the advantage. 

seeing lena knocked out of the world cup while you moved on would make your year. forget everything that happened in the bundesliga afterwards.

this is the world cup, and the rivalry between you two has never felt more personal.

from the first whistle, the match is physical. germany presses hard, lena especially. she’s everywhere—intercepting passes, throwing her body into challenges with your teammates, and making it clear that she’s not here to play nice. 

you try to stay focused, but every time you’re near her, you feel the heat of her presence, her energy almost daring you to engage.

about 30 minutes in, you receive a pass and turn quickly, dribbling down the wing. you see lena charging at you, and before you can even brace yourself, she comes in with a late, reckless tackle. her cleats scrape down the back of your ankle, and you stumble forward, barely managing to stay on your feet.

the ref blows the whistle immediately, but it doesn’t matter. the pain and frustration build inside you, and before you know it, you’re spinning around, glaring at lena. 

“what the fuck was that?” you shout, your voice rising with anger.

lena doesn’t back down, stepping closer with a cold smirk. 

“don't play if you have a low pain tolerance sweetheart” her tone is mocking, taunting you.

your blood boils, and before you can stop yourself, you clap your hands in sarcastic applause, the sound sharp in the tense air. 

one of your teammates, the right winger, presses their hand softly on your shoulder– encouraging you to not go any further with your words. 

you don’t take the hint.

“bravo, oberdorf! is that how you play now? just go in reckless because you can’t do anything else?”

lena’s smirk falters for a second, her eyes narrowing as she steps even closer. 

“you think you’re so special, don’t you? that everyone’s just supposed to move out of your way because you’re the fucking golden girl now?”

your eyebrows knitted together as your fist clenched together. is she mocking you? after winning golden girl in 2022, you surpassing her wolfsburg teammate and best friend jule in the votes, she's going to mock you now for it?

“at least i don’t need to injure and belittle people to stay relevant,” you snap back, your voice dripping with venom.

before either of you can escalate further, the ref is between you. the ref warns to not go any further. 

“watch yourself!” lena threatens. 

“fuck off!” you say back, madder than you’ve ever been. 

the ref blows the whistle, now most of the players on both sides surround her. 

she holds up a yellow card in each hand. one for you, one for lena. you barely register it, your heart pounding as you lock eyes with her, the fury between you practically crackling in the air.

as you walk away, still fuming, one of your teammates– your best friend who plays at a club in a different league, jogs up beside you. 

“y/n, what’s going on? what was that?”

she didn’t understand the beef between you and the german defensive midfielder. you shake your head, trying to calm down, but the anger is still simmering under your skin. 

“lena... she’s just a mean, aggressive person. always has been. she does stuff like this all the time. don’t ever trust her.”

your teammate frowns, clearly taken aback. they’ve never seen you this angry before, not like this. you’re usually the calm, composed one, the one who keeps her head in tough situations. 

“are you sure? she seems... intense, but i didn’t think she was that bad.”

your teammate’s club team mate, who is on the german team as well, described lena as a caring person– just like y/n. she is confused. 

you scoff, still glaring in lena’s direction as she walks away with her own teammates. 

“trust me. i’ve dealt with her for years. she’ll do anything to get under your skin, to take you down. i’m done giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

the rest of your teammates exchange glances, clearly believing you. they’ve never seen this side of you, so if you’re this worked up, lena must’ve crossed a serious line.

as the match wears on, things between you and lena don’t get any better. every time she’s near you, you can feel the tension, the unspoken rage. 

it’s like the rivalry between you two has exploded into something much more volatile, and neither of you is backing down. people are reacting to your outburst at lena, continuing on with the jokes.

late in the second half, you both go up for a header, and lena elbows you just a little too hard in the ribs. 

you win the ball, but you’re winded, your breath coming in sharp gasps. you land awkwardly, stumbling, and when you look up, lena’s watching you with that same smirk, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“still think i’m not relevant?” she mutters under her breath, kneeling down just loud enough for you to hear.

you grit your teeth, your fists clenching at your sides as you get back to your feet. 

“you’re pathetic,” you hiss. “imagine making yourself happy by intentionally hurting people.”

lena’s eyes flash, but she doesn’t say anything else. you can see it in her expression, though—the rivalry, the competition, it’s consumed her. and for the first time, you realize just how far she’s willing to go to win.

after another half–the final whistle blows, and the stadium erupts in cheers. 

your country just pulled off a massive win, eliminating germany from the world cup. adrenaline surges through your veins, and you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. 

you did it—you scored the only goal in the match. the one that sent germany home.

as you celebrate with your teammates, the conflicting emotions swirl in your chest. you know what this win means. it’s monumental, historic. but it also means something a little more personal—something just between you and lena.

you’ve always had a complicated relationship with her. you can’t wait to see the look on her face. it’s payback for all the times she’s pushed you too far, crossed that line on the pitch, and made you feel like you weren’t good enough by making everyone in the community tease you.

you glance over to the other side of the pitch, and that’s when you spot her. lena.

she’s standing there with her hands on her hips, staring at the ground in disbelief, the disappointment written all over her face. 

she’s not just upset—she’s devastated. the weight of germany’s elimination is heavy on her shoulders, and you can see the heartbreak etched into every line of her body.

a small smirk curls on your lips, and you can’t help it. payback. it feels good to see her like this, knowing that your goal, your performance, is what sent them packing. 

it’s petty, but you’ve never been able to shake the resentment, the rivalry that’s built between you two. she has hurt you more times than you have hurt her. you were never the first person to start a fight between the two of you. lena brought this upon herself.

as the german players start shaking hands with your teammates, lena finally looks up. her eyes lock onto yours from across the field. she’s still, her gaze piercing. you feel a rush of satisfaction, knowing that you’ve gotten the last word, in the most important match yet.

you lift your hand and give her a little wave, mocking in its casualness. you mouth the word goodbye, and you can see the flicker of emotion on her face. 

she’s hurting, more than you expected. and for a split second, the victory doesn’t feel quite as sweet. not when you see the sadness in her eyes.

lena’s lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, she looks like she wants to say something—maybe fight back, throw another snide comment your way like she always does, maybe even tackle you like she does on the pitch. 

but she doesn’t. instead, she just watches you, her expression defeated.

you turn away, but there’s a weird feeling in your chest now. as you turn to look at your teammate, the same one you talked to earlier, she shakes her head at you. 

you should be thrilled. your team’s through to the next round, and germany’s out. it’s everything you wanted. but why does it feel... strange? why is your teammate telling you that she doesn’t like what you did?

later that night, when you check your phone, you see social media tagging you in many photos and clips. your name is everywhere, with people talking about the match and your goal. 

there’s another narrative starting to form too—one that puts lena at the center of the jokes instead of you–for once.

look who’s going home now, one tweet reads, with a picture of lena looking dejected after the match.

it’s not just fans of your team—people all over are picking up on the tension between you two, turning it into a story. 

suddenly, lena’s not just dealing with the loss—she’s becoming a joke online. your moment of victory is becoming her moment of shame. the spots have turned.

a part of you feels vindicated, but another part... isn’t sure. you scroll through more posts, watching as people laugh at her expense, and it starts to feel wrong. 

what you did was immature, you realized. however, it is just one thing you’ve done in comparison to the multiple things lena has done to you.

yeah, lena’s been rough with you in the past. yeah, she’s made you angry. yeah, she made you into a joke for three years, but watching people tear her down like this—it doesn’t sit right.

but all you can think about is the way lena looked at you, the way she pushed and pushed until you snapped. 

that night you’re in a hotel room with your national teammate, fresh off the high of winning the world cup group stage and advancing to the knockouts. 

still, you’re suffering from exhaustion from the past few weeks of relentless games, travel, and pressure. the both of you are winding down, going over the moments from the match that brought you to where you are now. 

but your mind keeps wandering back to one thing—the match against germany, and how lena was all over you, again. all she does is piss you off. it gets to a point where you wonder what you did to her in the first place.

your teammate is sitting cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone. she looks up at you with a soft smile. 

“so... are we going to talk about what happened with you and lena on the pitch today?” she asks casually, but you know there’s more to it. 

you flop yourself onto your bed, getting under the covers before you respond.

“what about it?” you shrug, pulling your knees up to your chest as you lay. 

“you saw it. she was just... herself. aggressive, pushy. nothing new.”

your teammate raises an eyebrow, still looking at you like she’s dissecting every word. 

“you say that, but it’s not ‘nothing new’ to me. i know i play in england but i still watch your gams in germany– especially the ones against wolfsburg. its like.. every single time you two play i’m like watching some kind of... soap opera or something. it feels like– i don’t know.”

you let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. 

“yeah, well, that’s lena. always has been. she just... hates me or something. she’s always gotta be the one to win, to prove something. especially when it's me. shit, her best friend lea plays at bayern and she is nowhere near rude with her or her german national teammates.”

your teammate is quiet for a moment, and you glance over at her to see her biting her lip, like she’s thinking carefully before she speaks. 

“but... do you think she really hates you?”

she has the same thoughts jill had with lena in the locker room that one time.

you look at her, confused. “what do you mean? of course she does. she’s been like that with me since I came from chelsea. it’s like she lives to make my life hell on the pitch.”

your teammate leans back, clearly unconvinced. 

“i dunno. i know you blew up at her earlier but  it doesn’t seem like she hates you. it might be something else.”

you blink at her, not following. “something else? like what?”

“like... maybe she doesn’t actually hate you. maybe she’s... trying to get your attention,” she says, almost hesitantly, but her eyes are on yours, searching for a reaction.

you laugh out loud this time, the sound bitter, echoing off the walls of the room as you roll underneath the covers. 

“what, you think she’s, like, obsessed with me? that’s ridiculous. no way. she’s just... competitive. in the most annoying way.”

“no, not obsessed. not like that,” she says, and you can see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to find the right words. 

“i just mean... i don’t know, it’s like she always makes it about you. every time i see you two play, it’s like... all of her attention is on you. even when she doesn’t have to be marking you, she’s there. like today, she was way too rough, yeah, but... maybe it’s not just about beating you. maybe it’s about... having you see her.”

you shake your head, the thought twisting in your mind like a bad joke. 

“no, that’s... you’re reading too much into it. she’s just a bitch, plain and simple. she wants to win, she likes to make me look like crap, and it works because shes one of the best midfielders in the world– that’s it.”

“you sure about that?” your teammate presses, leaning forward slightly. 

“because it kinda looks like she’s doing all of this on purpose to make sure you’re paying attention to her. like, lena’s the center of your world when you two are on the pitch.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “you’re making it sound like she’s got some kind of... weird attraction to me or something. trust me, she doesn’t. she hates me, i know that for sure.”

your teammate shrugs, her expression thoughtful. “or maybe... she just doesn’t know how to deal with whatever she feels when it comes to you. maybe being aggressive is her way of, like... i don’t know, being close to you?”

the idea makes you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. “yeah, right. lena doesn’t want to be close to me. she just wants to tear me down.”

your teammate is quiet for a moment, as if letting the words hang in the air between you, but she’s clearly not ready to drop it yet. “i disagree.”

“nah,” you say firmly, but the words feel unsteady in your mouth, like they’re cracking at the edges. “lena and i... it’s just football. she’s always hated me, and... i guess that’s never going to change.”

your teammate lets it go after that, switching the conversation to something lighter, and you’re relieved. 

but the thought stays with you, staying at the back of your mind. you can’t shake it, even though you laugh it off to her. because as much as you don’t want to believe it, some small, uncomfortable part of you wonders... what if your teammate is right?

what if lena's aggression wasn’t just about beating you? what if it was something else entirely? and that thought terrifies you more than anything.

one thing is for certain.. you will go back to being the joke to everyone– not lena. she will be okay for the few days that she gets teased, you’ve been suffering it for three years. 

a month later– its the start of the 23/24 season, and the energy is exciting. you didn’t win the world cup, losing the semi final to england, but that is okay. the match feels like any other—until you realize it’s not. 

you're back on the pitch against wolfsburg.. and lena, and something feels off. ever since the world cup, the tension between the two of you has been thicker than ever. 

but this time, she’s different—angrier, harsher– if that's possible. 

you notice it in her body language early on—lena's more aggressive than usual, throwing herself into tackles harder than necessary, her movements sharp and unyielding. 

she’s usually tough, but today it feels personal, and you can feel her eyes on you constantly, her focus not just on the game, but on you.

then, it happens. lena comes charging at you, shoulder slamming into your ribs harder than it needed to. 

you stumble, barely keeping your balance as the ball rolls away. a foul is called, but the referee only gives a warning. 

the sting of impact radiates through your side, but you shake it off, biting back the urge to clap back at her.

sending her home from the world cup was all you needed to say.. and do. 

as you walk past lena, her voice cuts through the noise, low and biting. 

"enjoying that wave moment of yours?" she sneers in german, her words dripping with venom. 

"you got what you wanted at the world cup, right? well, don’t think i’ve forgotten."

your chest tightens, a flash of anger surging through you, but before you can respond, you catch something out of the corner of your eye—lea. 

she's on the sideline, shaking her head, silently telling you no. she knows you, knows how quick you can be to snap back when lena gets under your skin. 

and this time, it’s clear lena’s trying to bait you. trying to make you lose your cool. 

she wants you to become the joke again.

you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. it’s not easy, but you let lena’s words slide off you, deciding it’s not worth it. not this time. not at the start of the season.

you brush past her, ignoring the sharpness in her eyes. 

"whatever, lena," you mutter, just loud enough for her to hear. 

"it’s just football."

lena scoffs, clearly annoyed that you’re not rising to the bait. 

"yeah, keep telling yourself that."

she stays on you for the rest of the match, every tackle a little too rough, every push a little too forceful. but you don't react. you can feel her frustration growing, the way she’s trying to get into your head, but you refuse to give her the satisfaction. 

every time she goes in for a hard challenge, you spot lea in the corner of your vision, that same look of silent encouragement, reminding you to stay calm and not react to her bestfriend’s aggression.

and you do. you keep your focus, reminding yourself that this is just the beginning of the season. whatever happened at the world cup is in the past, and you’re not going to let lena drag you into another fight.

by the time the final whistle blows, you’re exhausted—mentally and physically—but you feel a small sense of pride for not letting lena get the best of you. 

the game tied. as you head off the pitch, you glance over at her, and for a moment, she looks like she wants to say something. 

but then she turns away, her jaw clenched, still holding onto whatever grudge she has against you.

lea catches up to you, bumping your shoulder gently as you walk toward the locker room. 

"you did good out there," she says, a small smile on her face as she wraps her arms around you.

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "thanks," you reply. 

“i wanted to snap at her, but... i didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. sorry, i know this is awkward to talk about because she’s your best friend."

lea nods, her expression soft. "its fine. she’s just pissed about the world cup. give her time. she’ll come around."

part two

[mandu-17]

Propose | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, cursing, mentions of drinking alcohol, brawl

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, a bit of comedy here and there, Mafia AU

Wordcount: ~ 4,175

A/N: i had this written down long time ago tbh and when i heard dreamcatcher’s propose i thought i’d share it with you cause the lyrics kinda matches👀 let me know what you thinkk

You remember very vividly the day your whole life changed. It didn’t feel real, just a few days ago you’d been a normal young woman working at this Italian restaurant as a waitress and then suddenly you found yourself dragged into mafia’s dirty world. A huge misunderstanding. You’d never expect that tall, gorgeous short-haired woman to be a mafia member. You’d never expect Yoohyeon - that was her name - to be spying on you.

When she walked into the restaurant for the very first time and directly asked your colleague for you to get her order, you couldn’t believe it. Despite being shy, you felt beyond happy about an attractive, charming stranger wanting to have an encounter with you out of all other waitresses and waiters. You didn’t question Yoohyeon’s flirting or her curious eyes glued to your figure even while you were serving other customers. It seemed okay, more than that actually. You liked being the centre of her attention.

Yoohyeon visited restaurant few more times, always getting a Margarita from you. She’d take her time drinking it while admiring the surroundings and simply walk away after winking your way. She was generous, tipped you a lot which was another reason why you were so fond of her.

That day, there was an accident, someone drunk barged into restaurant. He kept yelling at one of the customers accusing him of lying and stealing money. His whole face turned red from all the anger, alcohol and emotions he’d been dealing with. You coworker Mark, who was also a waiter, tried to ease their nerves and not cause panic in between other guests. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t manage to take control of the situation.

You froze on the spot watching as one of the men, the drunk one, rushed to punch the other nearly sending him off the chair. That’s when even worse thing happened. The other guy started defending himself with a knife which he sneakily took from the table. Mark quickly jumped, truth be told he’d have no chance against them. It was too risky for him to intervene, so he did the only thing he could - called the police.

All of other guests were running out, as the place was slowly being demolished. It was pure chaos. You felt many people pushing through, not caring about your body. You’d almost fall to the floor as well if it weren’t for someone grabbing your wrist and pulling into themselves forcefully, yet there was a subtle tenderness to it.

“Yoohyeon.” You gasped once your hands landed on her shoulders for some support.

“It’s dangerous here, Y/N. We need to go.” The look in her eyes was so intense that you had to really push yourself in order to glance around. Almost everyone else had ran away. Yohyeon was right. You needed to find a safe place and wait for the police.

With a tight grip on your hand Yoohyeon led you outside. Something about her calm aura and confidence let you feel safe. You began to scan her body, she had great physics. Strong muscles currently covered by suit pants and a white shirt. Her face remained almost neutral, except for the gentle frown on her forehead. It only made her more attractive in your eyes, though.

Outside, you found a bit less crowded space a few meters away from the restaurant’s entrance. While you stayed focused on the situation in front of you, you missed the way Yoohyeon nodded at someone behind you.

“I’m sorry.” She suddenly said quietly.

“For wha-”

~

You woke up in a dark room which kind of reminded of a warehouse. Panic in your eyes, as you glanced around. Did you just get kidnapped?

It didn’t sit right with you.

“Finally.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice.

“Long time no see, huh?” A tall, dark-haired woman addressed you, a satisfied smirk present on her face.

“What? What is going on? It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t play innocent now, Karla. You really thought you’d get away with everything you’ve done to me?”

Karla? Who the hell was Karla?

“I am not Karla, I swear. You got the wrong person. I’m Y/N.” The woman in front of you laughed at your shaking voice.

“I have to admit, you’ve always been a good actress.” She took slow steps towards you, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “But you won’t fool me again.”

You gulped the second she knelt in front of you to look you straight in the eyes.

“I can prove it. I have no idea who Karla even is. You got the wrong person. Believe me please.”

Woman’s head tilted to the side, that’s when you finally spotted Yoohyeon leaning against the wall. Her hands behind her back, as she watched the scene with that small frown.

“Yoohyeon! What did you do?! You know I’m not Karla!” Your eyes met, but there was no empathy in hers. She stared at you blankly.

“Yoohyeon only fulfilled my order which was to catch you, the hacker.” Woman in front of you held up a picture of... someone very similar. You had to admit she looked just like you although you’d never wear her clothes. Nevertheless, your eyes widened in shock.

“I-I-That’s not me, I swear. She looks almost identical, but really it can’t be me. I’m just a waitress and a student during weekends. Yoohyeon knows it!”

You so badly wanted another girl to take action and agree with you. You thought she was smarter than that. There was no way for you to be involved in mafia’s world.

“Woah, have you already fallen for her? You think she’d like someone like you? Oh, please.”

Angry tears blurred your vision. So that’s why Yoohyeon wanted your attention. She was only fulfilling orders. You understood it when she remained motionless against the wall.

“Yoohyeon.” This time leader’s voice was surprisingly stern, far from amusement she was expressing moments ago. One word was enough for the brunette to immediately approach both of you.

“Yes?” Her cautious eyes focused on the other woman.

“Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”

Yoohyeon nodded as you watched the leader walk away. Apparently, now it was her job to look after you.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” Yoohyeon said over her shoulder already on her way out of the room. You hated how empty she sounded like. You hated her current facial expression. Who did she think she was? There was no way she’ll tell you what to do.

“Y/N?” Brunette turned around when she didn’t hear you getting up.

“Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere. You know damn right I have nothing in common with mafia! Why did you do that?! Why did you stay quiet when she was talking to me?” You rose on your feet, angry tears now streaming down your face. Yoohyeon clenched her jaw and quickly approached you while pinning against the nearest wall. You froze in her strong grip, you actually had no chance against her muscular body.

“I am only doing my job, okay? Stop whining and follow me. You’re already causing trouble.” She growled in your ear and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so scared.

Her eyes were piercing through you with so much anger, Yoohyeon’s body tightly pressed against your own didn’t help either.

You really were at her mercy. She could crash you any second. For a short moment the two of you had a silent, intense battle with your eyes. Then Yoohyeon stepped back and once again told you to follow her. You had no choice. Slowly you dragged your feet behind her tall figure. While passing through different doors and halls you began to wonder how she could be such a good actress.

Just days ago, God - you didn’t even know how long you’d been there for, Yoohyeon was sending you all these winks and smiles. How could you be so naive? How could you let her manipulate you so easily? This new side of Yoohyeon, her true side that you were now following made your stomach sick. You were terrified of what she was truly capable of.

~ About an hour later ~

Sitting on the floor with your back against the wall you were looking around your new room. There had to be a way to escape. Yoohyeon left you there before heading to her leader. She told you to ‘wait and behave’.

How nice of her, you thought sarcastically.

You sighed and curled your legs against your chest. Hunger was slowly getting at you, as well as tiredness. Although there was no way you’d fall asleep in that poorly-arranged place full of old boxes and pallets. The door had a glass in it, but unfortunately it was made out of bullet-proof glass meaning running away through it was close to impossible.

As you kept eyeing the entrance, it suddenly swung open revealing Yoohyeon with a paper bag of what looked like take-out. After closing the door, she knelt down in front of you.

“Hope you like noodles.”

You stared at the bag she put in the middle of your bodies, a frown building on your face.

Wait, what?

She actually sounded kind, too.

“Not hungry.” You turned your head to the side, refusing both her food and conversation. You knew better, they could poison you.

“I know you are, but whatever. It’s not poisoned or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” Yoohyeon crossed her legs on the floor, her moves remained calm which you took as a good sign. You just had no idea when she’d become aggressive again.

Few seconds of an awkward silence later Yoohyeon spoke again.

“Is it true?” Her voice was really soft, a part of you wanted to believe that she came back to you. “That you’re not Karla and actually have nothing to do with the mafia?”

You met her eyes, aware that Yoohyeon tried to read through you and your emotions - something she was actually very experienced with.

“It is true. I have no idea what’s really going on and this whole situation scares me a lot.” There was a slight crack in your voice. That’s when Yoohyeon’s signature frown came back.

“That mean Karla has doppelgangers. I think that’s the case and you’re simply a victim of hers.” Short-haired nodded to herself, her gaze seemed a bit distant now as she was trying to put pieces together. “Jiu also thinks it could be a mistake that we got you and not her.”

“What does that mean then? Who’s Jiu?” You looked at her, desperately looking for answers. It was about your whole life at this point.

“Jiu’s the leader, she was talking to you earlier. Still, she’s unsure whether or not you’re only acting innocent so we need to wait for her decision.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Are you kidding me? You’re going to let an innocent person get hurt or even killed because of your leader? Fuck, Yoohyeon! It’s my life on the line here.” This was ridiculous, you just had to raise your voice in frustration.

“Shut up. Yelling won’t fix anything.” One sentence was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. You hated the woman in front of you, with your whole heart you despised her. “My life’s on the line too, if you weren’t aware. Although, Jiu’d never hurt me. We just have to wait few more days and then we’ll know what’s coming.”

As she finished talking, Yoohyeon gently clapped both her thighs announcing that she was done.

“Eat up.” Her monotonous was back the second she got on her feet.

You couldn’t believe she was real, it was impossible for a human being to be so awful. Eating was now the last thing you could think of.

“You know I’m innocent, right?” Before she left, you asked in a small voice filled with a tiny bit of hope.

Yoohyeon then turned around to analyze your features. Her eyes watched you carefully for what seemed like eternity. She let herself stare at you for a moment longer before finally blinking and gulping. She looked away, you had no idea what was going on in her head.

When she reached out for the doorknob you felt a single tear wetting your right cheek. You were convinced that there was no rescue for you, no escape.

She let out above the whisper, but she knew you could hear her.

“I know.”

~ The next day ~

Despite trying your best to stay awake in a foreign, dangerous place, your eyes fell closed eventually. You were completely worn out and mentally exhausted. There were no windows in the room so you had no idea what time it even was and for how long you were asleep.

It was Jiu who woke you up this time.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” She addressed you noticing your body laying on the cold floor. All your muscles were sore because of how uncomfortable your position was. Anxiously, you looked up at her smirking face. “Come on, we’ll have some fun somewhere else.”

With a gulp, you got onto your shaky legs. You had no choice but to follow her. Like a prisoner.

Few minutes later Jiu told you to take a seat on a wooden chair, as she sat down on the other side of the enormous desk. Interrogation began.

The leader kept showing you pictures, most of them being very graphic, but it was the first time you’d seen them. You had no idea who these people, victims were. Even after asking the same questions over and over again, Jiu didn’t believe you. Both of you felt like going crazy. You wanted to be free again and she didn’t really know what to do. Finally, after sighing tiredly, she took her phone and called someone. Jiu spoke shortly, her tone didn’t leave any room to argue.

When a tall, well-built woman came in, you had a hunch where everything was heading to. Especially since she was carrying a baseball bat. They wanted to torture you.

“Handong, look at these.” Jiu’s words made the woman approach the leader immediately. She stood behind her and was analyzing both pictures and documents on the desk.

That was your chance.

You quickly glanced at the massive door before making a decision. You needed to run away, fast.

As if electrified you jumped out of the chair ignoring Jiu’s mad calls and Handong running after you. There was no looking back, as you paced through the huge warehouse. By taking a few random turns, you managed to lose the woman following you. Luckily you found space with no people in it. The only minus was that you didn’t know where to go and what was truly ahead of you. Which is why you totally didn’t expect a sudden set of stairs leading to the basement.

With a groan, you fell down while probably twisting your left ankle. You had no more power in you, no more energy to run. The pain was too overwhelming. The only thing that came to your mind was hiding, so that no one could see you in that long hall.

You crawled behind a huge plastic box filled with some liquid and hid between it and the wall. If someone was using the stairs, they wouldn’t see you.

Then, all of the sudden, you heard two pairs of steps nearing. One from the above, running and another from down the hall - steady and slow.

“Hey! Have you seen that Karla girl?” This had to be Handong on top of the stairs, but who wsa she talking to?

“No, but try in the garage. I heard someone running there.” Yoohyeon.

Your eyes widened and you did everything you could not to make a sound. While holding your breath, you heard Handong running again in a different direction. You were praying that Yoohyeon would also go somewhere else and not notice you.

You remained quiet, just when you thought she was walking away, her face came into your view as she crouched beside you. In shock, you almost yelped but quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Short-haired was watching you with that unreadable expression before smiling amused.

“Watch out for the stairs next time, will you?”

So she knew it was you, but still told Handong to go somewhere else?

“What? Did you just keep me covered?” You couldn’t believe it.

“I know what I’m doing, okay?” Yoohyeon looked at you expecting an affirmation, one of her eyebrows raised. Simply, you nodded not trusting your own voice anymore. “Let’s go, I’ll bring you back to your room.”

It was very weird. Why would she do that when you were in the middle of talking to Jiu? Shouldn’t she bring you back to her leader?

Confused, you got up but was reminded of your injured leg. Yoohyeon saw you flinching with every step you took, but the moment she opened her mouth you protested.

“I’m fine.” Stubbornly, you followed her.

In response, Yoohyeon rolled her eyes and after two more meters of you still not catching up, she turned around. Wordlessly, she closed the distance between you two and lifted you in her arms. You were beyond speechless when she readjusted your body, making you wrap your arms around her neck in a hurry in order not to fall. She held you in a bridal carry method. Her grip really strong, she didn’t even look like she was struggling with all your weight on her.

“Why are you doing this?” You used the opportunity to study her face. Neutral and bored almost as always. That’s what made her so unpredictable. You never knew what she was thinking.

“Why are you so stubborn?” She asked back.

This time, you rolled your eyes.

You chose to stay quiet for the rest of the way. Truth be told, you kind of felt okay with Yoohyeon holding you like that. Almost safe. You enjoyed the leather material of her jacket and the feeling of her hair brushing against your hand as it bounced along with her steps.

Her smell was also nice, strong yet comforting. Finally, you couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were so close, barely a breath away. Yoohyeon’s whole body was very warm. The contrast to the air and atmosphere around you.

With a deep sigh you hated to admit it, but you liked being this close to her. You wished you could stay like this for a long time.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Yoohyeon smirked at you, noticing how you were constantly ogling her.

“Very funny.” Your response was quiet and filled with sarcasm as your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Since she didn’t appreciate your staring and teased you about it you rested your head against her shoulder, almost in the crock of her neck. Your breaths must have tickled her skin as goosebumps slowly appeared. You felt yourself smiling gently.

“You can get off now, you know.” Once again her voice was full of amusement. She just loved making fun of you, didn’t she? Although, you had no idea when you even managed to enter your room.

“Right.” Mumbling, you got on your own feet with a pained expression when your left leg hit the floor. Yoohyeon’s hand stayed on your waist in case you couldn’t find balance, for that you were grateful.

“Let me see it.” She helped you slowly sit down and examined your ankle. You gasped when she turned it in her hand a bit too fast. Nevertheless, her touches were gentle, it didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt you. She even apologized for grasping your leg too hard.

“It’s twisted, I’ll get some bandage. Don’t move it too much, okay?”

It’s not like you physically could.

Moments later, Yoohyeon came back with a bandage and a weird smile playing on her lips.

“What’s so funny?” You frowned when she began to wrap your ankle without a word. She was very delicate while helping you.

“Jiu and Handong are still looking for you.”

Are they dumb? Or is Yoohyeon the insane one?

After all, she’s incredibly brave to go behind her leader’s back like that.

“Are they going to hurt me for running away?” Fear present in your voice as you whispered.

“I’ll take care of it.” Yoohyeon said seriously, your eyes met briefly. It was her way of confirming and keeping her promise. Eye contact.

“I see you haven’t eaten yet?” With a glance at the unopened take-out bag, she finished wrapping your your leg. It felt slightly better already. “What food do you like then? Rice, chicken, pizza?”

“Pad Thai’s fine.”

“We’ll go once it’s all over.” Yoohyeon nodded while standing up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You blurted out of blue. You had every right to be confused. With Yoohyeon nothing was certain.

“That’s for me to know and for you to...” With a light shrug, she turned around and left.

You shook your head and leaned against the wall. What world was she living in?

That was an excellent question.

~

Later that day Jiu visited you for the second time. She seemed to lack some of determination she’d had earlier.

“Yoohyeon twisted your ankle?” Was the first thing she said. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief, she looked comical almost.

You opened your mouth to protest, but were fast enough to catch up on what was going on.

“Yes.” You kept your head low in order not to give yourself away.

“That’s a bit weird of her.” Jiu admitted out loud before remembering what she came for in the first place. “Listen, Y/N.”

It was the first time she used your real name. Did she understand that you were not the one she was looking for?

“You’re in danger now. Karla changed her appearance on purpose so she has people who look like her. Which means that you can be targeted by many people.” You looked up to meet Jiu’s eyes. Her face was serious, but since she was warning you like this, it meant that she’ll let you go, right?

“However, just as much as you’re in danger- you’re also lucky.” Jiu sighed upon seeing your lost expression. “You’re lucky Yoohyeon likes you. She won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Now it all made no sense. It was ridiculous for the leader to even be saying such things.

“But she twisted my ankle.” Unsure, you argued causing dark-haired woman to chuckle.

“She lied straight in my face about twisting your leg. I saw how you fell down the stairs on cameras and Yoohyeon still chose to lie about you. You’ll be safe with her.” Something on Jiu’s face changed. Now, she looked like she was having a conversation with a friends or something. Almost like she was giving advises to someone close to her.

Your tongue was tied. You had so many things to ask her, yet you didn’t know where to start.

“A-Aren’t you mad?”

“At her or at you?” Catching you off guard, Jiu sat down next to you.

“Both?” You honestly felt like everyone there was making an idiot out of you.

“I’ve known Yoohyeon since I can remember. I can tell right away when she’s lying or when she likes someone. It’s the first time she behaved like that, though. She’s never tried to protect someone so much.” You looked down feeling your cheeks warm up. “I’m not mad at her for that. I want her to be happy. I’m also not mad at you. Just frustrated, but nothing about it is your fault.”

You nodded acknowledging, but also appreciating her calm voice. Jiu seemed alright.

Now, you were feeling both excited and very nervous about meeting Yoohyeon again.

You had a lot to talk about.

~

While admiring the first sunset in the last few days you were waiting for Yoohyeon at the back of the old warehouse. Handong was the one who walked you outside. She helped you with the ankle and told you to wait few more minutes for the short-haired.

The second you heard steps coming your way, you turned around. Yoohyeon’s hair was bouncing as she walked towards you, her hands hidden in the pockets of her jacket.

“You up for some Pad Thai?” She asked with that damn smile.

After a nice evening out, she walked you home or more accurately carried on her back. Her strong hands were holding your thighs. Your arms were hugging her neck and you let your body press against her back fully.

“I like your perfume.” You shyly said.

It was now completely dark outside, but you weren’t afraid. Yoohyeon wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You knew that now.

“Thanks, it’s Gucci.” She giggled randomly making you laugh as well. You felt every vibration of hers. Every breath she took.

You wanted to stay close to her forever.

[captains-simp]

can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet. 

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side. 

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by. 

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while. 

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress. 

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site. 

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.  

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV. 

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself. 

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved. 

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves? 

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months. 

*

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything. 

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow. 

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip. 

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back. 

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline. 

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands. 

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently. 

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory. 

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist. 

“So so much.” She added. 

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away. 

“Always.” 

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could. 

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you. 

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both. 

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her. 

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste. 

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake. 

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you. 

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked. 

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively. 

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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The Cruel Nature of the World [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: So here is another Legolas one shot because I am immensely skilled at procrastinating my fic and ignoring my ikr responsibilities!!! We love that!!!!

Request: anon — hii, if you’re taking requests can I ask for a Legolas X Reader where the reader is kind of touch starved...and really needs some soft gentle touches? Maybe one big with the fellowship she’s sitting next to him and something happens?

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) joins the fellowship and is focused on her own struggles. Legolas wants to comfort her. The fellowship teases him for being sweet on her.

Word count: 1,830

Warnings: themes of depression?

(gif not mine)

MASTERLIST

The moon had risen high against the blackness of the sky and it’s light pooled upon the weary group, offering solace from the dark. It was then when the fellowship finally decide to rest. Aragorn had picked a spot tucked into the side of a rather large mountain, where the vastness of the stone wall and adjacent forestry provided cover from those who might seek what they carried. The group could be seen from no sides and, quite frankly, the shelter was a comfort to them all.

Sam had built a fire and they eagerly gathered around it to siphon the warmth and eat a hearty meal. (Y/N) leaned her back against the sleek stone that towered above them and stretched her legs towards the flames. Her somber eyes gaze upon the stars while she waited patiently for a plate of food to be passed to her. Here, she let her mind wander.

The cruel nature of the world did not spare (Y/N). Her life was anything but easy. Alone and the run—where she hid from fear, from guilt, from regret, from her past. She was tired. Tired of the darkness that seemed to follow her through all the centuries that she had lived. Tired of all the death and destruction she witnessed. Tired of the pain. Tired of fighting. Tired of killing. There was no escaping it, so why had she even bothered concealing herself from the dreadfulness of it all? But now, it was unavoidable. The time had come to change direction—to sprint towards the ruthlessness of the shadows. That is why (Y/N) joined the journey to destroy the ring. That is why she chose to pledge her life to the quest.

The scent of crispy sausage and beans filled her nostrils as a plate was held before her, drawing her from her thoughts. She moved her gaze from the lights in the sky to the one who offered her a meal.

Legolas stood, towering over her, with a knowing expression upon his face. He lowered the plate as a gesture for her to take it, which she gratefully accepted.

“The boundless freedom of the sky fascinates us all,” he stated as he sat down next to her, placing his own meal in his lap.

The elven woman raised her brows and nodded in the direction of Merry and Pippin, “Well, maybe not all of us.”

Legolas lifted his head to see what she was motioning at. And sure enough, she was correct. The two hobbits were more interested in attempting to stick their sausages up their nostrils then contemplate the wonders of the sky. The Mirkwood Prince couldn’t help but crack a smile. How they came to think up this ridiculous activity with their food, he knew not.

The two elves ate their meals in silence for the blonde ellon didn’t know what to speak of. It was very rare for (Y/N) to carry a conversation, no matter how many times Legolas had tried. She seemed to be in a world far off—always sharpening her countless weapons and living in the crevices of death and despondency. He could see the emptiness in her eyes and the dread in her soul. She viewed the world as a vicious place; one with no comfort and no warmth. Quite frankly, this saddened the blonde Prince. There was more to existence than loneliness. He was sure the others noticed her ideology too, for many times they tried to engage with her but she shoved them off. Nevertheless, Legolas was not yet willing to give up on her; and sitting directly beside her, in quite close proximity, was a start.

.....

Plates were collected and the low singing voices of Boromir and Aragorn hummed through the air. The deep tones resonated within them all and it gently lulled them into a relaxed state.

It was not long before Legolas felt a slight weight upon his shoulder. He slowly shifted his peripheral vision and was surprised to see that is was the head of the worn-down elleth. Really, what else was he expecting? An orc?

Legolas was still as he focused on the sound of her steady heartbeat and gentle breathes. It was different to witness her in this state. Not once on their journey had she sought physical comfort. Quite frankly, Legolas couldn’t remember any time that she had even touched one of them. But now, in her sleep, she seemed so tranquil and welcoming of his warmth; and he was glad to give it to her. The corner of the Prince’s mouth tugged upward. He was rather pleased that she chose to use him as a pillow. He would be lying if he said it didn’t feed into his pride. He had wished thousands of time that he could pull her into his embrace and take away her suffering. Furthermore, Legolas had desired this closeness for a long time. He too craved consolation from the horrors of the quest.

The Prince’s brows furrowed slightly when a thought crossed his mind. The position she was in couldn’t be comfortable. He shifted and ever so carefully lowered her head into his lap. Legolas was shocked that she didn’t wake and push a blade again this throat.

In her unconscious state, a barely audible whimper escaped her lips and her fist clenched onto the fabric of his trousers. Legolas lips parted; the sound was so heartbreaking. He wondered if her dreams were also haunted. Hesitantly, the elf rested his hand on her head. He began to run his fingers through her smooth locks in hopes to provide some relief. As Legolas did this, he examined her appearance. Without the ever present angry scowl on her face, she looked peaceful—well as peaceful as one could get during these dark times. The curve of her jaw molded her structured features nicely. Her eyelids would fluttered occasionally, like a bird about to take flight; and her plump pink lips were were parted, like raspberries plucked to early. She really was beautiful, as all elves were.

Suddenly, the raking sound of Aragorn sharpening his sword with a metal file stopped. Heat rose up to Legolas’s cheeks and ears as he felt eyes boring into him. Ever so slowly the elf lifted his head. The Ranger’s body was frozen and his eyes were glued to the pair of elves with a surprised accusatory look. This, of course, summoned the attention of the rest of the company.

Boromir was the first to speak with amusement upon his tone, “So the wolf doesn’t bite...”

A teasing smiled plastered across Aragorn’s face. Legolas inwardly groaned; he surely was to hear an earful from his friend latter.

The uncrowned Ranger replied to the Gondorian, “Well, she doesn’t bite elf boy over there.”

A loud gleeful cackle erupted from Gimli. How it didn’t wake (Y/N) and the hobbits was a mystery.

Legolas rolled his eyes in attempt to hide the embarrassment, but he was sure the group could see right through him.

Gandalf, who was smoking his pipe, chided the men, “Oh, let the elflings seek comfort from each other for these are dark times we live in.”

Legolas sent a grateful smile in the old wizard’s direction, but regretted it when a glimmer entered Gandalf’s gaze and he continued speaking, “Maybe we will have some little ones in the near future to bring joy to us all?”

The Mirkwood Prince was positive his face was as red as a midsummer’s cherry at this point.

This could not get any worse.

.....

As the journey went on Legolas’s friends did not stop the taunting jests. Whenever the two elves arms brushed together or sat beside each other the men sent teasing looks their way. Of course, (Y/N) didn’t even notice. Aragorn went as far as constantly forcing them to complete daily tasks together such as hunting and scouting. It was embarrassing really. Even the hobbits caught on!!

It wasn’t until Pippin opened his mouth that the groups plans were revealed to (Y/N). The small hobbit and elven woman were gathering fire wood when Pippin spoke, “So (Y/N), do you like Legolas?”

The woman tilted her head, “What prompts you to ask such a question?”

The gleeful child-like being laughed, “Well, yesterday when your back was turned Strider was making kissy faces at you and Legolas!”

“HE DID WHAT?!” She hollered.

Pippin, surprised at her outburst dropped the sticks he was holding, “As...as I just said he—“

She shook her head, “Hush, hush. I heard you the first time.”

(Y/N) stormed off towards the camp and the hobbit quickly scurried behind her—struggling to pick up the assortment of logs.

All heads turned as she, visibly pissed, marched right up to Aragorn. She balled her hand into a fist and punched him right in the jaw. “THAT IS FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE!” She clocked him again, “AND THAT IS FOR ENJOYING IT!”

Aragorn had a confused and shocked expression upon his face as he wiped blood from his lip.

The sound of an amused chuckled from Boromir drew her attention. She stormed up to him and kicked him hard in the shin, “AND THAT IS FOR GOING ALONG WITH IT!”

(Y/N) then turned her head towards Legolas, “And you—“

She made her was towards the elf with long strides and jabbed her finger in his face, “How dare you not tell me of this!!!”

The Prince’s eyes were wide with shock, “I...I—“

She interrupted him, “Why?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

He moved his lips to speak but no words left his mouth.

She tilted her head, “Unless.....unless it’s because you are embarrassed....” Her lips parted and the looming question tumbled from her mouth. “You...you fancy me?”

All eyes were on them at this point. Legolas swallowed dryly and every so slightly nodded his head.

Without warning, (Y/N) grasped both sides of his face and yanked his head towards her. She smashed her lips against his and he froze in shock. Time stood still for a moment, but the realization of what was happening finally hit him. Legolas snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her form against his. (Y/N) felt the rush of helpless thirst flood her as their mouths danced against each other. It had been so long since she touch another with care, but never had she experienced this kind of intimacy. She tangled her hands in his soft blonde locks while gladly inviting his warmth to infect her being and bring solace to the turmoil within her soul. She would never admit it, but she had needed this. She had craved this.

If it wasn’t for the woof whistles and hoots from the rest of the fellowship they probably would have continued. However, the two reluctantly pulled apart with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. They did not break eye contact; instead, they took comfort in each other’s tight hold. Maybe, just maybe, the cruel nature of the world wasn’t so menacing.

[mavda]

Beast Tamers

Ch.1 |  Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4(1) | Ch.4(2) | Ch.5(1) | Ch.5(2) | Ch.5(3) | Ch.5(4) | Ch.6(1) | Ch.6(2) | Ch.6(3) | Ch.7(1) | Ch.7(2) | Ch.7(3) | Ch.7(4) | Ch.7(5) |

Ch.8: Without you (1)

Hinata keeps her head pressed to Naruto, and after a while everyone starts to leave. Whispers and hushed voices are all Hinata hears before a hand comes to her shoulder.

    “Lady Hinata,” calls Lord Minato, and she knows what comes.

    “I am s-staying with my h-husband.”

    She doesn’t need to look at his face to know that there is sympathy in his eyes. And she knows she doesn’t want to see it for herself. It will make this all feel… real.

    “We need to clean his body,” he starts again. His voice measured and soft, as if he was trying to make her understand.

    And Hinata does understand. They want to keep her away from what they seem to think of as a burden, but the thought of leaving Naruto now just fills her with dread. She rises, but keeps her hands on Naruto’s body.

    “I will c-clean him u-up.”

    “My lady.”

    “W-will you leave him h-here… or will you b-bring him to our r-room?”

    She finally looks at Lord Minato, and wishes immediately after that she didn’t. Sakura looked bad, but somehow Lord Minato looks worse. His burnt marks are bigger and less healed than Sakura’s, but it’s the way his body sags, the way his eyes seem to be filled with something Hinata has never seen before. Something Hinata didn’t think she would see so soon. 

    Resignation. 

    She can’t bring herself to ask anything, she can’t bring herself to say anything either. And Lord Minato seems to catch onto that, as he closes his eyes with a sigh and gives her a smile Hinata hates. 

    He looks at his son. “We will move him to your room, my lady, I will leave him in your care, thank you very much.” He gives her a bow, steals a glance at Naruto and attempts to leave.

    Hinata grabs the sleeve of his kimono before she realizes she did it. “Wha-what happened?”

    Lord Minato has to control his expression, and Hinata knows that is not a good sign, but she has to know. Needs to know. He looks around the room, to find no one else around aside from Sai and although a little, his mask breaks. 

    And Hinata is terrified.

    “I…” his voice trembles and he can’t seem to know where to lay his eyes. “I just shut him down.” 

    Hinata can’t understand what he seems to imply, so she presses. “L-lord Gaara…”

    The name seems to strike a chord in Lord Minato, who brings his fist to his closed eyes. “I sealed him. Correctly. I had the time and his seal is comparatively easier to handle… Naruto…” he struggles with his words, drags his fist down, “we lost too much time, we tried going back to where we left you and by the time we were there we caught Naruto losing control down at the arena and the fifth tail was forming so we had to… I had to shut everything down.”

    Hinata lets her hand fall. It’s not only the words he’s saying, it’s the way his voice is tinged with a desperation she has never heard before that makes her unable to talk. 

    “He-” Minato keeps on talking, egged on by Hinata’s attitude. If he can only give her some sort of peace of mind… mend somewhat what he has done. “He will wake up,” he assures, “it’s just…” 

    Minato closes his mouth immediately, trying to control the tremble that threatens to take over him. He knows… he has known since forever that his son lives on borrowed time, that it’s a fact that he will have to bury him first -going against every natural law-, he has been adamant into searching and trying whatever he stumbles upon that can give Naruto one second more, just one second...

    He has deluded himself, too. 10 years, 12 years, 8 years. Numbers, only numbers he has seen and repeated and tried to turn up and around in search of lengthening them, make them disappear. 10 years, 8 years. Numbers he somehow took for granted. At least that amount of time. At least not next year, or the year after, or the next. Some time. 

    This was not supposed to go like this.

    He is crying, so he brings his sleeve to his face, tries his best to hide this. But it’s useless, he knows. 

She knows.

    “I have sent message to my master, Naruto��s godfather,” his voice trembles slightly and breaks more than he wishes, but he continues, because he needs some time alone. “He has been travelling around looking and searching for ways to help Naruto. I’m hoping… I’m hoping he will bring something useful this time.”

    Minato worries Hinata will keep her head down. He wants for her to keep her head down and spare him the guilt. 

    She doesn’t look at him, but stares at the floor in front of her. No tears.

    “I... understand.”

⁂⁂⁂

Hinata does not move from Naruto’s side. So it’s only through the people who visit that she knows that Lord Gaara has awoken and is fine. 

    Lord Minato has taken a look at his seal, Sakura has taken a look at his body. Aside from the obvious stress of his seal being forced open, he’s fine. He’s fine and is currently attending a meeting with Lord Minato and Shikamaru behind closed doors. 

    Temari and Kankuro find their way to her room and stand behind her as she sits there, unmoving and with Naruto’s hand clasped between hers. 

    She knows how she must look to others. Can guess what is going on through their heads, as they let silence fall all around them. If they were any other people, maybe Hinata would have let them stay there and not say anything, kept to herself. 

    But these are Lord Gaara’s siblings. So she closes her eyes, gathers her strength.

    “I am glad… Lord Gaara is all r-right.”

    Her words break a spell she didn’t know was there. The siblings move closer and sit near Naruto’s feet. They remain composed and polite and Temari brings down her head first, followed by Kankuro.

    “We have already given our thanks to Lord Minato and to Sakura. If it could make anything better we would bow our heads to every single member of the clan, but Lord Shikamaru has told us to keep things under wraps as much as possible.” Hinata can’t look at them, so she keeps her eyes glued to the floor in front of Temari’s knees. “The Sand will not forget this debt, Lady Hinata.” Temari’s voice is laced with such appreciation that Hinata can’t ignore the obvious care they share for their brother. Which is why she feels worse for even entertaining the idea of what could have happened if Lord Minato had stayed with them in Naruto's booth. 

    It didn’t happen. 

    She shouldn’t feel bad for a thought. But she can’t help the shame that fills her and she is only capable of whispering an answer. “I… understand.” 

    Her reply is soft and weak and obviously not all that honest, so Temari brings her head even lower, “We will find ourselves useful, Lady Hinata, I swear.”

    Hinata doesn’t know if it’s the way she delivered her speech with such passion or if it’s the fact that Hinata just can’t let go of the envy instilled in her heart, but she feels unworthy of these words. “T-thank you, T-temari.”

    Temari looks apologetic still, and Hinata fears she will talk again. Show her resolve in some other way Hinata can’t truly accept at this moment. But they say their thanks again, softer this time and leave after a couple of minutes of being silent. 

    Hinata is left with Naruto. His body is fine, it’s his seal again that’s causing problems. He will wake up, it is not a wish nor a dream, it’s a fact. 

    What worries them is that they just don’t know how he will feel or react after he’s woken. Lord Minato worries the seal will weaken and that they will need to tamper with it again, after being reinforced so soon. 

He also thinks the only reason the seal was able to endure this whole ordeal is because it had been reinforced just before being put to the test. 

Sai sits next to her after what seems like mere minutes, but he offers her food and beverages with an attitude that pleads for her to accept, so it must be way past dinner. 

It feels like no time has passed at all. Hinata has to force the food down. It feels like cotton being shoved inside her mouth, unsavory and with a weird texture, but she knows she must eat. She wants to be healthy. She wants for Naruto to wake up and see her and not worry about her. 

She eats every little thing on her plate, drinks every drop of liquid on her glass, and then brings her hand to Naruto’s body once again. 

Lady Mito arrives in the room with a rush of wind that Hinata ignores. It’s only when she comes closer and sits that Hinata steals a glance at the new guest. She bows to Lady Mito, straightens and follows as she moves to Naruto's other side. 

She doesn't really know how to comfort a sad grandmother. But she tries, "Lord Minato s-said he w-will wake up."

Lady Mito sits on the floor, brings her hand to brush away Naruto's bangs with a care that's impossible to ignore. 

"He w-will wake u-up."

Lady Mito looks at her with sad eyes, and Hinata realizes that her reassurance could be understood as her own wishes. Her own way of coping. 

She realizes she's been repeating those words like a mantra inside her head.

She brings her eyes to Naruto's face. Clean now, but full of burnt marks Sakura has done her best to heal but can't make disappear only with her techniques. The wounds brought by the Beast will have to heal with a mixture of old fashioned nursing and healing chakra.

Lady Mito cups her grandson's cheek and Hinata fears she may want some alone time. "D-do you need to b-be alone with h-him?"

Lady Mito raises her eyes to Hinata and then gives her a tight smile. "No, don't worry, please." She doesn't miss the way Hinata's hand tightens around Naruto's or the way her shoulders relax at her words. 

Lady Mito feels horrible. And seeing her grandson's wife so affected does nothing to alleviate her guilt. 

There is little she could have done. There is little she can do right now. But it's not the things she can do now that plague her mind, it's what could have been. 

"I'm always late when bad things happen," she whispers. 

It's an afterthought. Something she never meant to say out loud. But somehow Hinata looks at her without understanding anything and Mito feels compelled to talk. To share her story in hopes of someone finally acknowledging the wrong she has done to her own family. 

"When my daughter died I was, much like today, far away in a meeting," Sai stands from his spot near the door and walks out. Hinata doesn't notice. "I came back to a dead daughter and the Beast sealed inside my grandson."

She brings her lips together and realizes they're trembling. There will never be a time when the pain doesn't reach her when talking about the past. "I… we couldn't do much in fear of the seal breaking and hurting Naruto… killing Naruto, so we waited." 

And waited, and waited. Year after year of her asking Minato if now they could, and if not now then maybe next year. And then the next. And then...

"Naruto was 11 when the seal settled enough for it to be tampered with." Still a child who craved hugs, still a sweet boy who had trouble with the red chakra that sometimes seeped out of him. "I wanted the Beast to be sealed within me then, got Minato's approval. I told Naruto, thinking that he would agree immediately…" maybe she should have forced it to happen. "He just looked me in the eye and said ‘but it hurts, Grandma Mito, why would you want that?’"

She takes a few seconds to herself. She will not cry. This is not about her. "I just… I tried to explain to him that I could take the pain away, but he has always been quick to pick on things, and his training as Beast Tamer had already started… we thought he had to be ready… for anything. So a few days later he came to me, took my hands between his and asked me if I would die if we went through with it. I told him the truth, the fool. I should have lied. I should have…" 

Lady Mito wipes away the stray tears that have fallen and despises them. Abhors them. "’The Beast is mine’, he said, ‘and I will not pass it to anyone ever.’" 

Naruto lies there, hurt and unconscious and she sits there beside him doing nothing. Able to do nothing. Like always. 

"I begged, kneeled and prostrated myself before him, but he didn't budge. If anything, he became more stubborn… if only I could do something for him…”

Lady Mito’s voice breaks and Hinata can feel the tears falling down her face. What wouldn't she give for Naruto to be freed from this. And now, right now, when she is burdened by his absence and the pain the situation inflicts on her, with the laments of his own grandmother right in front of her, Hinata can feel frustration rising inside. 

 "You are his g-grandmother," she whispers. It’s an accusation and a justification both at once, and Hinata inhales sharply the moment she finishes what she said, realizing she’s letting her emotions get the better of her. 

It seems at first that her words weren’t heard, thank heavens, and they sit in silence. But then Lady Mito sits straighter, serious, "It's because I am his grandmother,” she whispers. And Hinata has to bite down her lower lip to keep herself from losing her composure.

Hinata remembers Naruto's hand on her face, his breath washing over her as he just told her, matter of fact, 'she's my grandma. I love her.'

So simple, and so unfair. 

He will never give the Beast to his grandmother. Hinata squeezes his hand and hopes for him to wake up soon.

She misses him.

[siriuslywolfish-pg9]

I shared my Dessert! (And my heart)

- by Perrygrace9 (ao3) A Drarry one shot.

Based on a Prompt I received on tumblr: “Ok hear me out. This is based on how I got with my bf. Draco has had a crush on Harry forever(and they're sorta friends but not really) One day Harry walks in on Draco crying in a stairwell of a hotel, harry goes to comfort him and Draco fesses up to how he feels. Ok this is just what happened to me with new names but still it would be dope to see it written out.

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Draco buried his face in his knees, his fingers fisting his hair as he bit his lip in a vain attempt to stifle the sobs that wracked through his chest. 

The image of Harry kissing Oliver Wood was still flashing through his mind, burning and stinging his heart, scorching him to the very core. 

He hated it! Hated the way Harry was leaning against the counter in that easy confident way of his, with his strong arms wrapped around Wood's waist as the Quidditch star nipped and licked at Harry's neck while Harry chuckled before leaning down and catching his lips in a heated kiss.  

He hated how easily Oliver Wood had taken the glass of scotch from Harry's grasp—like he owned the man—and had nestled into Harry’s arms before proceeding to make out with him, as if Wood belonged there, as if he was laying claim on Harry by kissing him in front of everyone, right at the bar counter in the middle of a party for all the world to see that he owned the saviour who was coveted by the entire wizarding world. 

It made Draco sick. And so he had chucked down the last of his drink and stormed out of the hall, leaving Pansy surprised and calling after him. But he hadn't turned back, too desperate to hide his tears and leave the hall before they fell and spilled from his eyes, making him the object of ridicule. 

He shouldn't have come to this stupid ministry gala. But he did anyway. Just to look at Harry. To see him dressed up in all his glory and see the shine in his eyes. Harry looked beautiful in his full Auror uniform, his medals and tags adorning his chest and shoulders. His eyes sharp and his smile genuine and kind as ever. It was a rare sight and Draco didn't want to miss it for the world.

Last month Draco had received the invitation for the gala—which he knew was partly Harry's doing since the ministry would never voluntarily invite an Ex Death Eater to a function, even though Draco had been acquitted and had been serving as a healer for the past few years, doing his utter most to make up for the damage he had caused. 

He had been hesitant to go to the gala at first, not ready to face so many scornful eyes and glares. But the other reason why he didn't want to go was because he would have to see Harry taking someone else as his date. Draco had tried, or fantasised really, to ask Harry to be his date, but he knew it wasn't possible. Even if Harry agreed simply out of politeness and the goodness of his heart, because the idiot was too soft hearted to reject someone, Draco still did not have it in him to create problems for Harry by being with him so publically. He knew how draining Harry found the hungry media. And Draco would be  nothing but a stain on his shining golden image.

In the last few months they have become tentative friends and Draco respected and cared too much for Harry to hurt him in anyway, especially not after how kind Harry had been to Draco when the world had shunned him.  

But even worse was watching so many people asking Harry to be his date. Every time Draco had been at the ministry to drop Auror medical reports or samples or anything, he had seen someone asking Harry or hinting to it or making a pass at him. And each time Draco's insides had clenched in a tight knot, afraid that Harry would agree. But for some reason Harry had turned down everyone, saying he had someone special he wanted to take. 

And that had been worse to hear. This whole time at least Draco had told himself that Harry was single. That even if it was impossible, Draco still had a chance. He could almost delude himself into thinking that he had time to get close to Harry, to know him and love him. But now, knowing that Harry probably already had someone special, had nailed down the reality for Draco and his hopes and dreams had come crashing down. 

At last, he had asked Pansy to be his date. Even though he knew he would regret it later, it was impossible for him to miss the chance of seeing just who Harry's someone special was. His desperation and curiosity had gotten the better of him. And now he regretted it tremendously. 

He cursed himself, a choked sob racking through his lungs. He was so stupid. What had he expected to gain by coming here? That somehow a miracle would happen and Harry would confess his love for Draco? He had known Harry would be bringing his "someone special" . Harry himself  had told Draco when he had asked Draco if he was planning to go to the gala. 

Maybe some stupid part in Draco, a naive and hopeful and idiot and stupidly in love part of Draco had hoped it to be untrue. Had hoped that Harry's partner would be someone who didn't deserve him (not that Draco ever considered himself worthy of deserving Harry, but still!). That way at least Draco would have someone to hate, to scorn and detest and direct all his resentment and frustration for not being able to express his feelings for Harry, and eventually get over Harry. Even though Draco knew that would never happen, he could never get over Harry. 

But it had turned out to be Oliver Wood. The famous, charming, successful and dashing Oliver wood. Draco never stood a chance against Oliver. It was pathetic to even dream about it. 

But what could he do? Draco was known for making the worst decisions, for screwing up the simplest of things. And now he had fallen in love with Harry. Stupidly and madly in love with Harry. He had tried so hard not to let himself be carried away by those piercing eyes every time they had looked at Draco with warmth and sympathy and understanding. He had tried so hard not to trip over and fall for that lazy smile, charming and goofy and yet so open and honest. 

After Harry had ensured the safety of his family and kept him and his mother out of Azkaban, Draco had done his best to make the most of this generous second chance, but to also avoid Harry at all cost. But Draco being a healer and Harry being an Auror prone to injury had made their meeting inevitable. And before Draco knew it, Harry was inviting him for dinners and pub nights and friendly outings with friends.

Draco had tried to refuse, partly out of wounded pride at being perceived as a pathetic loner (although now he knew that Harry didn't see him that way) and partly because he knew he wouldn't be welcomed. But Harry's sincere attempts to mend things between them and his earnest eyes had been difficult to rebuff. 

At first it had been awkward, and more than once he had caught Harry glaring at someone or pointedly shutting them up if they tried to say anything mean or degrading to Draco and his friends. Yes, Harry had been kind enough to extend his generosity and his forgiveness to Draco's friends too, so that Draco didn't have to come to these gatherings alone. The noble, pure, giant hearted idiot that Harry was, how could anyone not fall for him?

And look where it had all ended up. With Draco crying on the eve of Christmas in the dark corner at the bottom of the steps of the empty stairwell of a grand hotel, while the rest of the wizarding world celebrated in the grand ballroom. The ceremonies had ended long ago, giving way to the more raunchy after-party with booze and band and blasting music. It was then when Draco had seen the sight which had broken his heart into pieces. 

He had known this was coming, he had always known that this would end in heartbreak when he had first realised his feelings for Harry. But he had no idea that it would hurt this bad. To see someone else in Harry's arms was gut wrenching.  It was like Draco's heart was imploding into itself. But it was happening slowly and torturously, as if every chunk was falling piece by piece, every vein and tending snapping like a thread one after the other, and pain chipping away at his insides until Draco couldn't take it anymore. 

The place where his heart should be felt hollow and painful, and heavy, and it ached! It ached so bad. Worse than the cruciatus, because at least the pain of the curse always ended. But this? This heart break? This loss? No. Draco already knew that this was a wound that would never heal. 

"Draco?" 

His head snapped as he looked up, his eyes wide. Harry was standing there, leaning against the column, one hand in his pocket. His medals glinted in the moonlight. His hair was tousled and the top buttons of his collar were open. He looked breath-taking. 

 

"Harry?" Draco choked out and looked away, sniffling and hastily wiping his tears. "Wha--what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the party." 

"I was looking for you. You suddenly disappeared." 

"Oh." Draco looked at his lap, he hadn't expected that answer. Something warm spread through his chest, like a gentle balm soothing his flaming nerves. Harry had come looking for him. "You—" his voice caught, scratchy from crying. He cleared his throat, "You should be inside." 

“So should you." 

Draco remained quite, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He was well aware that Harry could see his tear tracks and his rumpled, dishevelled appearance, and was desperate to avoided this conversation before Harry had a chance to make any enquires about his well being. 

“Are you alright?" Harry's voice was soft and so full of concern that Draco wanted to just pull him close and spill his heart out to him and never let him go. 

Instead Draco just glared at the floor, stubbornly pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves. 

Harry sighed and sat on the steps, facing Draco. Leaning his back against the railing, he scrutinised Draco with a grave expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "Draco, look at me." Draco didn't. "Did someone say anything? Was it the media? You can tell me, you know, I will see to it that they--" 

Draco shook his head and the tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks.

"No, no one said anything,” he mumbled in a small voice. Harry's protectiveness and indignation on his behalf was bitter sweet. It made Draco crave him even more, but at the same time the realisation that, no matter how close Draco got to Harry, Harry would always be just out of his reach, tarnished and chilled the warmth that he had felt moments ago. 

More tears fell down his cheeks. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, angrily wiping them away.  But they kept falling. "Shit! Don't--" 

"Hey." Harry's voice was soft and oh so tender. Warm hands cupped Draco's cheeks as Harry turned his face to make him meet his eyes. "Draco, look at me, please." 

Draco slowly peered up at Harry from under his eyelashes, his vision a little blurry from tears. Harry's expression was concerned, and there was such tenderness in his eyes that Draco felt his heart breaking, he could almost hear the crack, like the shattering of frozen ice over a lake. He choked on a sob. 

Harry’s expression went from concerned to panicked, and he pulled Draco close, wrapping him in his arms. And Draco knew he had lost it. It was a hopeless battle to begin with. Loud, broken sobs wracked through his body as tears flowed down his cheeks in abandon, soaking Harry's expensive robes. 

But Harry didn't seen to mind. He just held Draco close, drawing soothing circles on his back, shushing and mumbling sweet nothings into his ears. 

If anything, it made everything ten times worse. How could Draco ever be expected to forget this beautiful, caring, selfless man? Especially when he was hugging Draco like this, like he was the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, Draco wanted to stay in Harry's arms forever. He would happily embrace death in that moment if it meant that he would die in Harry's arms and Harry calm, loving voice would be the last memory resonating through the beats of his fading heart as he took his final breath. 

But at the same time having Harry so close and yet so far was torture, and Draco wanted to pull away from him as if burned, unable to endure the agony of his yearning heart anymore. 

"I am sorry, Harry," Draco mumbled between his sobs, his voice muffled and  strained with guilt and shame. "I am so sorry. I tried--I tried to stop it, I really did—but I can't anymore, I am so sorry." 

Harry hugged his tighter. "What are you saying," he said softly in Draco's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Dragon"

Draco’s breath hitched at the use of the pet name, it was something he allowed only Harry to call him. His face still buried in Harry's chest, Draco shook his head. It was now or never. "I—I like you Harry. I like you a lot."

Harry froze. Draco felt it the instant when Harry's entire body went rigid. Draco's stomach dropped. 

Harry pulled away, keeping Draco at arms length, his jaw slack as he looked at Draco with an unreadable expression in his face. 

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor. His heart hammered against his chest, filled with guilt and self loathing. How could he even dare to like Harry, let alone love him. And now Draco had gone ahead and dumped his feelings on Harry. It wasn't fare to him. He was sure Harry would hate him now. Or worse, he would try to make it up to Draco, and would be too careful around him to avoid hurting him by further. 

"I will understand if you want me to—” Draco hiccupped—"I would understand if you don't want to remain friends with me anymore. Not that we were ever friends. I wouldn't be so arrogant as to assume that but—I know I shouldn't—It’s okay if you hate me. I deserve it. I would never say it again, I promise. These are my feelings and you don't have to—" 

Draco's rambling was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing into his in a chaste but firm kiss. Draco's eyes widened, but then they fell shut on their own accord as Harry snaked an arm around Draco's waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of Draco's back and pulling him close, his other hand cupped Draco's jaw before burying into Draco's hair as the nape of his neck. Draco gasped, Harry deepened the kiss and continued to kiss Draco like a traveller in desert quenching his thirst. 

The kiss was languid and sure and warm and chaste, full of assurance and meaning, like the sweet words of comfort or the safety of Harry's embrace. Harry kissed like he protected, like he cared and like he loved. With his entire being, giving away his everything, without demanding anything in return. Just giving and giving and giving...

And Draco was drowning in it. His toes curled, and the very tips of his fingers tingled with the sweet sensation of the feeling of Harry’s lips on his, Harry's hand on his back, his firm chest and his strong shoulder in Draco's grip where he clutched onto Harry for dear life. 

Slowly, the heated kisses turned gentle and light and lazy, and Harry finally pulled away, his hand still on Draco's cheek, the thumb of his other hand tracing circles on Draco's back, teasing the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up. 

Draco's eyes fluttered open. Harry was staring back at him, his hair and eyes shining like a mossy lake under the moonlight. He looked ethereal. 

“Why?" was all Draco could manage.  

"I like you too." He tentatively wiped Draco's tears, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I am sorry I didn't say anything sooner, love." 

"Do you really mean that?"

 Harry nodded. 

"But what about Wood?" Draco asked, his voice just above a whisper , afraid that this was a dream and he would wake up  if he raised his voice. He deliberately stopped himself from fixating too much on the fact that Harry had just called him love. "I just saw you two together..." 

Harry's mouth formed an "O" "You saw that?" 

Draco nodded, his cheeks burning pink, whether from embarrassment or fear, he didn't know, or maybe it had something to do with Harry's closeness or the affection in his eyes when he looked at Draco. He suddenly realised that Harry had been giving him that look for weeks now, only he had failed to notice it in his apprehension. 

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “That was just drinks and we were being stupid....Oliver would be leaving tomorrow for his tour anyway. There is nothing between us. We were just fooling around." 

"But wasn't he your special someone?"

Harry laughed, then shook his head when Draco's eyes widened in horror, thinking that Harry was mocking him and that this was all a sick joke. Harry stopped and smiled fondly at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Draco's ear. "No, you prat. Oliver isn't my special some, you are." 

Draco stared at him dumbly. "But I thought—Why didn't you ever say anything?" 

“I tried! I tried to ask you but I kept chickning out and then you said that you were going with Pansy." 

"I said that because I thought you were going  with some one else and I didn't want to—you know..." 

"We are so stupid." 

Draco pouted. "Speak for yourself, Potter. You are the one who chickened out of asking me to the ball. It was all your fault." Draco sniffed. "We could have avoided all the angst, but no, you had to go and make me cry. You enjoy it, don't you?" 

Harry burst out laughing and pulled Draco close again, smothering him in a hug. "Like you gave me any chance. You are as cold and stiff as an iceberg." 

Draco pulled away just a little from where his face was smushed against Harry. "I was obvious, Harry. You were just too oblivious to notice." 

Harry raised an eyebrow. 

Draco held up his hands in a gesture of dramatic defeat. "I shared my desserts with you and sacrificed my beauty sleep from time to time to be with you. That's as obvious as it gets. Even Blaise knew, and he is a slut who only concerns himself with the matters of his dick, and even he saw that I was arse over tit for you!"

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, looking amused. "You are ridiculous." 

"No, you are just thick!" 

"Hey! That's no way to treat your boyfriend." 

Draco’s stomach flipped and he blushed. "Boyfriend?" 

Harry looked away, "I mean, if you want to." 

"Do you want to?" 

Harry glanced at Draco and nodded. 

Draco's heart skipped a beat and he inched closer to Harry. Boyfriends! 

“Wait. If you and Wood are not an item then why were you snogging his face off? I can understand why he was doing it. But I thought hook-ups weren't your thing?"

Harry flushed crimson, looking sheepish. "I thought you would never reciprocate my feelings. I was trying to get you out of my system." 

Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "By snogging Wood?" 

“Yes?”

“Why would I not want you, Harry? Have you seen me? Have you seen yourself?" Draco gestured at Harry from top to bottom, generally encompassing his whole being. 

Harry just blinked back at him. And Draco realised that Harry, stupid, idiot, modest, wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve, dorky Harry, really did think that Draco would reject him. 

Draco couldn't help the fond smile that curled across his lips. Harry's innocence in such matters was endearing. Harry really had no idea how amazing he was. It looked like his dreadful relatives really did a number on him when it came to self-appreciation. Well, Draco would just have to rectify that.  

“So," Harry said haltingly, almost hesitant. “Now that you know everything, may I kiss you?”

Draco blinked, his lips parting in shock. He was still a little dazed and incredulous at the turn of events. The first kiss had been sudden, barely giving Draco any time to think before he had reacted. But this time it would be for real. 

Harry took his silence as a yes and slowly leaned in, giving Draco enough time to pull back. His lips graced Draco's, gentle and tentative at first, then sure and firm and full of promise as he pulled Draco close. 

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Draco kissed him back with fervour, almost climbing onto Harry's lap. 

Draco stopped, panting. "You know, there are a lot of rooms here," he mumbled between their almost touching lips. 

"Yeah? Would you like try one?" And without waiting for an answer he hauled Draco up with ease. Draco squealed and instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.  

"Someone is impatient," he said, breathless, brushing his nose against Harry's. He felt so elated he could fly. 

"You bet I am." Harry mumbled before attacking Draco's exposed collar. He pinned Draco against the nearest door, his hand fumbling as he swiped his all access Auror card to enter the room, all the while not taking his mouth off Draco. The moment the door was shut behind him, he pushed Draco against it and latched onto his neck. "I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea." 

Draco moaned as Harry sucked at a specially sensitive spot. "Really?" 

Harry broke away, "My fantasies were getting so blond It was creepy." 

That startled a laugh out of Draco—who would have guessed?—but it was cut short as Harry grinned and attacked his mouth again. 

Safe to say that Draco had an amazing Christmas.

[kurlyfrasier]

Little Piggy

Hello, can you do a fic were Bayverse Raph and his S.O get into a fight and he hurts her feelings and Raph go to her house to apologize? Please, I love your writing ❤️

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A/N: The above is my very first request ever! I was so excited about it! and so very nervous I have the feeling the ‘fight’ isn’t quite as...idk...horrible? as you were hoping for, but I still hope you like it! :D @samyp05 Also, I assumed you wanted Raph and Reader to be in a relationship already. Although, now that I’m reading it again, I could have started them out as ‘friends’ (teehee)... BUT I liked how this turned out for the most part (: ENJOY!

p.s. I’m glad you asked for Bayverse cuz...he’s basically the only one I write lol

Warnings: non-graphic bullying/mentions of bullying. Writer took liberties of a couple of reader’s favorite things/skills/hobbies but nothing major...hopefully

Word Count: 1429

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I was heaving, eyes blazed with fury, fists clenched at my sides to keep myself from slapping the daylights out of my so-called boyfriend. He was being such a freaking jerk.

First, it was my favorite pizza toppings. Okay, so they might be considered weird, but honestly? What’s better than my favorite foods in one?

Then, it was my music. So what if rock wasn’t my favorite?

My sad video-gaming skills. Of course I’m terrible, idiot. That was my first time playing the game!

My favorite movie. Okay, so the best movie ever made might not be his speed. Would it really kill him to watch it with me?

My favorite color. Just because it isn’t red doesn’t mean I don’t love it; it’s just…a new favorite that he doesn’t know about, is all.

And so many other stupid little things.

But now. Now, he was making fun of my laugh. He called me ‘little piggy’.

That stupid, red bandana-wearing, mutant freak!

“I can’t control how I laugh, Raphael,” I seethed through clenched teeth.

“But it’s funny-”

“It’s not funny,” I deadpanned.

Flashes of all the popular kids in school flew through my mind. Their perfect, snortless laughing. Their oinking in my face. Their leftover food from lunch dumped on my head. Their mean little notes they left in my locker. The pigs they drew on my face in permanent marker when I fell asleep on the bus. School was not a safe place, no matter how much parents think it may be.

“Okay,” he chuckled, moving his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other with his tongue. “I don’t see wha’ the big deal is, Sweets.”

“The deal, Raph, is that I’m going home,” I fumed, turning away to walk out of the lair before shouting over my shoulder. “And I’m not sure if I’m ever coming back.”

“Wait! Whaddya mean yer not comin’ back?” He shouted, his steps heavy as he quickly caught up to me.

“Really?” I spun around to face him, yanking my arm out of his gentle hold. “For someone who isn’t accepted by the world for reasons he can’t control; he sure is quick to make fun of the things his significant other can’t control about themself.”

“Come on Y/n,” he groaned, sounding exasperated. “I was jus’ teasin’. Ya know that.”

“Raph,” I put a hand on my hip and glared up at him. “I’m fed up with all of your so-called teasing. That’s all you ever do-”

“Ya nevah seemed ta care before-”

“Shut it!” I put a palm up, signalling silence as frustrated tears started to prick at my eyes. “I deserve cuddles and hugs and kisses and my choice of pizza toppings! I’m going home. Don’t follow me.”

“Bu-”

“I said don’t, Raph,” I sighed- my sad attempt at keeping the tears at bay before he saw. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s daylight. Wouldn’t want you to be seen.”

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Raph watched you walk down the tunnel, heart shattering, until he couldn’t hear your footsteps anymore and stomped to his makeshift gym, ignoring his brothers’ stares. He needed to hit something- hard. He didn’t understand what had you in such a tiff.

Thump-thump.

So he teased you about your laugh. So what?

Whack!

He had always teased you about every little thing. You were always such a good sport about it all. It was one of the many reasons he fell for you.

Thump-thump, whack!

What was so different about your cute little snort. It was adorable to his ears. He couldn’t help but say something about it. It’s not a big deal, right? You never got so upset about his teasing before.

Whack! Thunk-whack!

Your reaction said otherwise, though. The light in your e/c eyes disappeared as if he blew the candle out himself. Your carefree smile slipped away like it was never there in the first place.

Thunk-thunk. Whack! Thump.

Then you were gone. Threatening to never return and he couldn’t live with that. Especially since you were fine until-

Until he called you ‘little piggy’. He groaned, realizing the nickname was what hit a nerve. He checked the time on his phone, also hoping to see a message from you. There was nothing and only a couple of hours had gone by. There were still a few more to go until it got dark. Restless, he paced the lair, taking extra care to avoid his brothers’ gazes- and Master Splinter’s. Definitely Master Splinter’s. He always knew the best way to make Raph feel infinitely worse about his stupidity without actually saying anything.

Deciding that pacing was getting him nowhere, Raph left the lair. Questions of where he was going shouted after him. He ignored them, thinking only of you. He had to apologize. He needed to see you. He had to convince you to come back. If he didn’t-

Well, Raph didn’t want to think about that.

He didn’t care that there was still two hours left until the sun set. He needed to see you. Needed to hug you, kiss you, cuddle up in bed with you and watch your favorite movie together. The one he secretly loved, but would never admit. Maybe even order a pizza with all of your favorite toppings that should be illegal to add on it.

Finally, after a long fifteen minutes of jumping rooftop to rooftop, Raph landed on your apartment building with a loud thud. He winced at the sound, hoping whoever lived directly below didn’t hear anything. Taking a deep breath, he climbed down the fire escape to your window.

It was closed.

That simple fact broke the fragile remains of his heart. Although, the sun was still out. Maybe you didn’t open your window for him until the sun set? It was a sliver of hope and he grabbed onto it for all he was worth as he peeped through your window.

You laid in bed, watching the very movie he hoped to watch with you tonight. He sighed, wondering if he shouldn’t have come. The thought slipped away the moment he caught sight of the kleenexes surrounding you. He hoped they were there due to allergies, but knew better.

Tentatively, Raph tapped on your window, holding his breath. If you wouldn’t speak to him tonight, he didn’t know what he would do. Just the thought of you storming away earlier that day had his chest aching and vision blurring.

“What are you doing! Get in here before someone sees you, idiot!”

Idiot. Accurate as it may be, right now he didn’t know if the word was a good or bad thing as he squeezed through the window. Still, the sound of your voice allowed him to breathe again.

“Y/n,” he stated hoarsely as you sat on your bed, looking exhausted.

“Yeah, Raph?” You asked after a long moment, looking up at him, waiting.

“I’m sorry. I won’t call ya little piggy-”

You flinched at the words.

“Sorry, I won’t say it again. I didn’t know it would upset ya so much,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his head, taking a small step toward you now that the hard part was over, and continued in a rush. “And we can watch yer favorite movie anytime ya want. And eat yer weird pizza. And-”

“Play video games in the lair without you taking over?”

“Yeah-”

“And listen to my favorite music?”

“Yeah, Swee’heart. Anything ya want. Just please,” his voice cracked as he took another small step closer, those green eyes boring into your own. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Okay,” you whispered, still staring up at him.

“Yeah?” His heart soared, feeling lighter as you glued its broken pieces back into place.

You nodded, eyes flicking around your room as if you were searching for something.

“Ya gonna tell me why it botha’ed ya so much?” Raph took care to make himself sound curious, but all he really wanted were the details of who he needed to knock some sense into. He had never seen you so distraught before and he didn’t like it. Nobody messed with those he loved without facing his fists.

Your head shook, eyes tightly closed in an attempt to block the memories away.

“Okay, okay,” you were snatched off your bed and into a pair of strong arms, holding you close as he whispered in your ear. “Ya don’t gotta tell me today.”

You nodded, unable to voice your thanks.

“Whaddya say we order yer pizza, cuddle up in yer bed, and start this movie over?”

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A/N: Bullies = not cool. People have feelings so DON’T DO IT. Think before you say and do things, people, it really is not that difficult.

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 20 - Just Kids

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what consequences?, 4.9k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

All too soon, two very familiar colors filled the back of the van. Alex’s heart immediately submerged into the dark ocean it always went to in despair, knowing they were all screwed this time. He could already see Bobby pulling onto the shoulder - they didn’t need the sound of sirens to tell them what was up. Willie still seemed like he wasn’t all present, and Alex squeezed his fingers and shook his hands to bring him back to the now. They had really hoped it wouldn’t happen. None of the guys could’ve anticipated the alarm, or that Caleb would be in town when they definitely thought he was gone, or that everything would go wrong.

Not knowing didn’t matter, though. Hours later, all five of them sat inside a holding cell at the LAPD, heads bowed as none of them dared to make eye contact with each other. It was early morning by the time all of them had been processed, and they were all varying levels of exhausted. The time passed at a frustratingly slow pace, although there was no way of telling what time it was. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the cell at the time; if there had been other inmates it would’ve sent Alex’s nerves past their threshold. A guard sat just outside a doorway to the rest of the station while another sat directly outside the cell.

Alex was tempted to wrap his arm around Willie’s shoulders, since he remained dissociated, but the eye contact from the officer sitting across from them was too unsettling. He didn’t like the thought that came through his mind - the one that made him feel like an even worse criminal, even though he knew he wasn’t. Stubbornly, Alex fought to push the feeling away, and settled for putting a hand on Willie’s shoulder. There was almost no reaction, but then Alex saw his brown eyes flicker in his direction and that was all the peace he needed.

“It’s my fault, you guys,” Reggie murmured, barely peering up from where his head hung dejectedly. “I was just so caught up in getting back - ”

“It’s not your fault, Reggie,” Bobby interrupted him gently. “He was waiting for us.”

Luke didn’t speak. His eyes couldn’t leave his empty hands. Alex almost couldn’t look at him; it was a sad image.

They had all been so sure that Caleb was finally out of LA, never spoke about their plans at the studio, had been so careful about the way they acted around him - there was no way. There was just no way that he could’ve been so ready to show up just as they were trying to get the master copies of their album out of his hands. And worse, now Alex had dragged Willie into it, and the guilt mounted even higher from there.

A female officer approached the cell with a clipboard, not bothering to look up from the page she had her eyes glued to.

“Bobby Wilson?”

Bobby raised his head at the sound of his name.

“You have an older brother here to pick you up,” she said monotonously. “You’re free to go.”

The door to the cell was opened and Bobby made his way out in slight confusion. He threw a conflicted look back toward Luke.

“Did he say if I was taking anyone with me?”

“He came for Bobby Wilson and Bobby Wilson only.” Her tone shut down any further questions that he had. Looking back apologetically, his shoulders slumped as Luke shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luke said, although not as assuring as he likely wanted to be. “I’ll be fine.”

Alex watched as Bobby’s eyes lingered for a few seconds on Reggie, who was still hunched forward with his gaze fixed on the concrete floor. It seemed so uncharacteristic for him, but Alex understood he was probably shutting down at the mere thought of returning home. The emotions ran high enough in his home as it was. They hadn’t really been given options as for who got called when they’d been brought to the police department. Finally, Bobby turned and took the car keys and wallet that had been confiscated and disappeared.

Luke moved closer to Reggie and put a hand on his back, and he began muttering something to him. They were just far enough away that Alex couldn’t properly hear what they were saying.

“Sheldon’s gonna be so freaked out when I get home,” Willie spoke suddenly. Alex turned to see him finally looking around the cell, fully aware of his surroundings.

“Hopefully he’ll be okay,” he assured. “They can only hold us for up to twelve hours; that’s what they said.”

Willie looked at him and nodded, eyes once again immediately training themselves onto empty space.

“How are you doing?” Alex asked carefully. Willie didn’t move his eyes, but he appeared to be brought back into focus again.

“I just have all these images running in my mind,” he said. “Things he did. Things I did. He decided to pretend I was dead rather than deal with my existence. It’s like he was already trying to bury me by taking away any connection to my past. Sometimes I wonder what I was like before the accident. What if I deserved this?”

For a minute, Alex merely sat with his jaw agape, as if he’d been slapped upon hearing what Willie was saying.

“Wha- ? No. Willie, that can’t be right,” he started. “You couldn’t possibly deserve any of this, no matter what happened in the past.”

Willie shook his head.

“I was in the foster system, Alex,” he argued. “From the few things I know, I was passed around a little bit. Caleb was someone who took difficult kids; he had a reputation with social services. I wanted him to be the bad guy because I got a taste of something better, but when I look around, Alex? I have no one to call. Not even family.”

It was the first time Alex had seen tears well up in his eyes since the night at the Stratosphere, but he felt that any comfort he wanted to offer wouldn’t be accepted. All he could do was look back at this beautiful boy who deserved far more than he believed, brow furrowed in silent protest. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Willie had a point. There was a possibility that the guys’ dislike of the man had become biased based on Willie’s story, as unintentional as it may have been. Still, Alex refused to believe that it was because Willie was the real menace.

“Look, we may never know the truth,” he started, trying to look at him as directly as he could. “But I’m the one who got you here; I take responsibility for that. And sometimes having someone to call doesn’t mean they’re there for you.”

Willie gave him a look that was mixed, but he mostly read concern. Frankly, Alex wasn’t sure what his own parents’ reaction would be, but he didn’t dare hope for any sort of understanding.

“Reggie Peters?” The same female officer approached the cell again with her clipboard.

Reggie turned away from his conversation with Luke, sucking in a nervous breath.

“Your mother is here to take you home; you’re free to go.”

Pressing his lips together anxiously, Reggie simply bowed his head as he was escorted out the same way Bobby had been. Luke promptly spread himself out along the bench, pulling his beanie over his face.

For a while, Alex let his mind wander as he kept his hand resting on Willie’s shoulder. What Willie had said made him want to reevaluate the whole situation with Caleb. It wasn’t that he thought Willie was as bad as he said he was, but it stood to be examined. He remembered the difference between his short first impression of the man at the diner, and the second time he’d seen him. He even remembered his own reasoning - how it was possible that Caleb could come off as so severe while running a diner but maintain such charisma while serving guests.

A pang of memory also came as Alex had noted he didn’t seem like a straight man and after months of actually working with him there was even greater evidence toward that notion. It had been what made Alex want to trust him in the beginning. Finding an adult figure who offered him a break from being constantly vigilant about the way he naturally felt had been a blessing. Not even Alex could ignore that. However, something still told him that just because they had that in common didn’t make Caleb trustworthy.

“Luke Patterson?” All three boys looked up in surprise when they heard the officer’s voice a third time. Luke clutched his beanie to his chest, confused most of all as he sat up from the bench. Instead of announcing who had come for him, the officer stepped aside as two familiar faces came toward the cell.

Julie Molina and her Aunt Victoria looked at the boys, both with stern expressions.

“Julie?” Luke uttered in surprise, standing up from the bench and slowly moving toward her. 

Folding her arms, Julie had her eyes fixed on Luke with a brand of disappointment that appeared to burn like acid. She flashed the same look toward Alex for a moment and he was duly stung. Luke could make all the sad, pleading puppy faces he wanted, but ultimately was struck dumb by knowing he had no room to speak.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Julie told him, the chastising tone not to be missed. Luke’s face fell and he hung his head, looking back toward Alex with a similar apologetic look as Bobby had given.

Alex caught Victoria also looking at him. It was still stern, but more in telling him she was let down. Why it compounded his already guilty feelings even more, he couldn’t understand. Her expression changed, however, as she looked at Willie next to him, as though she were trying to recall where she recognized him. Immediately forgetting his guilt for a moment, Alex perked up and subtly pointed a finger toward him, mouthing the name “Willie!” to her. She looked at him incredulously, and it was a shame the officer was already escorting them out with Luke, because he was sure she had questions.

“Was that Julie’s mom?” Willie asked. Startled, Alex looked at him and cleared his throat.

“Ah, no, that was her aunt,” he told him. “Her mom is still in the hospital.”

“Oh,” Willie replied, casting he gaze to where they had left with a look of empathy. “That really sucks.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed.

For the second surprise that night (morning? Alex couldn’t tell), and for the fourth time, the female officer returned.

“William Taylor?”

Willie looked at Alex in utter perplexity, and then back at the officer.

“Um…” he began saying. Before he finished, Flynn came around the corner accompanied by a woman both boys assumed was her mother.

“Hey big bro!” she said in a highly exaggerated tone, sending them a gigantic wink with a grin that was very out of place. “Looks like you messed up big time mister!”

Willie could only stare back in shock. Alex was too busy trying not to laugh at her poor acting skills. It was so obvious that she and Willie weren’t family.

“Hey...sis,” Willie said finally, still unsure what was happening just then.

Holding onto the bars and leaning close into the holding cell, Flynn dropped the grin immediately.

“Julie tipped us off and Alex’s parents aren’t coming, so we’re doing you guys a big favor,” she said to them in a low voice, laying on the irritation and topping it off with a tilt of her head and a smile that suggested murder.

Promptly, Willie stood up and was let out of the cell, still looking at Flynn and her mom in bewilderment. Alex sat with his hands folded in uncertainty.

“Him too,” Flynn’s mom nodded toward him. The officer opened the door for him and Alex sighed as he came out, realizing just how high his nerves had really been while sitting there for the past few hours. He could suddenly feel the blood rushing into his fingers again.

As he and Willie followed Flynn and her mom outside, he wasn’t surprised that his parents had opted not to come get him. If he guessed right, his father would’ve refused to go in some backward attempt to show tough love, and his mother would’ve been barred from going herself to show she agreed with the choice. Both he and Willie thanked Flynn’s mom as they sat in the back seat of her van.

Flynn turned around in the passenger seat as they drove off and Alex knew what was coming.

“How many times am I gonna save your ass?” she directed at Willie.

“Language, honey,” her mom warned. Flynn rolled her eyes, but backed down a little.

Willie smiled nervously at her.

“Third time’s a charm?” he offered with little confidence.

“There better not be a third time,” she cautioned. “Seriously, what were you thinking?”

Alex opened his mouth to respond but she put up a hand.

“Actually, save it. Anything I have to say is just what Julie will say to you guys later, and she’s the one who’s really mad at you. Right now, I’ve got permission to skip school and I’m not gonna waste it lecturing you two.”

Sharing a look with Willie, both boys were happy to at least not have to endure Julie’s wrath right that minute. It was only imaginable what Luke was going through at the moment.

“So, how did you know I was there?” Willie asked.

Flynn leaned back into the correct position in her seat and took in a deep breath.

“Julie’s aunt is supposed to be on sabbatical, but apparently she can’t stop doing little bits of work here and there. She’s an investigator. Anyway, I guess she was doing something at ungodly hours on a Sunday night for God knows why, and she was already in the station when Sunset Gets-Caught-Being-Stupid was brought in. I guess she tried to make sure nobody called the Pattersons because she promised Julie she won’t, and she found out there was a fifth kid with no emergency contact so she had Julie call me, and I had to wake up at six-thirty this morning to an angry Julie and while I, for one, don’t care that you were trying to steal something, the way y’all did it was just so dumb, I can’t even stand to look at y’all - ”

“Okay, we get it,” Alex interrupted.

“But the important thing is,” Flynn continued. “We can’t take you guys home. Sorry.”

“Wait, why not?” Alex asked.

“I have one hour before I need to be in the office,” Flynn’s mom told them. “So I’m putting my girl in charge of you two for the day.”

Flynn looked back at them smugly.

“Oh, I’m putting you two to work,” she said, not hiding how much she enjoyed being in a position of power.

Alex could only gesture with his hands in a manner of saying “ah, well,” and sighing in acceptance. This was loads better than dealing with his parents for the time being. And Willie seemed to have finally broken entirely out of the strange trance he’d been in ever since they’d seen Caleb.

“Do we get a nap first?” Willie asked. “‘Cuz we’ve been awake all night.”

Flynn’s eyebrows shot up in realization and she flopped back into her seat again with a sigh.

“That’s fair.”

It was well past noon by the time Alex opened his eyes. They had thanked Mrs. Taylor and then immediately passed out on the living room couch. Barely gaining his bearings, he found Willie still zonked on the opposite arm of the couch. He couldn’t help but admire his sleeping form, so much calmer than any other time he knew. The sunlight streaming in from the blinds glanced perfectly off his cheekbones and highlighted the rich brown tones in his hair. Alex had been struck by how handsome he was from the second they met at the diner, but he’d hardly gotten a moment to properly appreciate how beautiful he was.

Somehow there was something so lonely about him that brought an ache to Alex’s chest. Their conversation from earlier replayed in his mind. Willie really seemed to believe he didn’t belong anywhere when the only thing Alex wanted in the whole world was to keep him tightly in his arms. He really hoped to show Willie how much he meant to him some day. 

“Oh my god, you are so in love with him,” he heard Flynn saying as she stood at the edge of the living room. He was too tired to give a proper response and could only turn to her still wearing a look of fondness. “Oh my god, stop, you are so precious!”

All Alex could do was lightly chuckle in return. Flynn tilted her head adoringly.

“And to think I was there from the beginning,” she reminisced.

Alex had a realization hit.

“I never said thank you, did I?”

She shrugged.

“No. But now you get to pay me back by doing all the chores my mom left for you.”

Heaving a sigh, Alex sank back into the couch and pressed his lips together, already reeling from exhaustion.

“Yep,” he muttered before reaching over and grabbing Willie’s hand, gently shaking it to kindly wake him up.

“Sheldon...stop,” Willie groaned as his tired face pinched together against the light. Alex giggled as he leaned over and tried shaking his shoulder instead.

“Hey, it’s me,” he said in a low voice, watching as Willie’s eyes fluttered open and immediately gazed back into his face. The absolutely enamoured smile that spread from cheek to cheek as he took in Alex’s face framed with his hair hanging down was more than Alex could take, and he felt honest-to-God butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey,” Willie murmured, his voice a pitch lower than usual from being asleep with just the right amount of vocal fry. It took all of Alex’s strength not to smother him right there on the couch.

“I really do hate to break this up, you lovebirds,” Flynn told them. “But it’s time to get to work!” She clapped her hands and the boys clambered off the couch, still sharing admiring looks at each other. She led them through her house, listing off the many things her mom had demanded: cleaning bathrooms, weeding the garden, and mowing the lawn were all there.

“And last but not least,” Flynn was saying as she led them upstairs. She flung the door open to an unfurnished room with bare walls and plastic covering the floor. “Painting!”

Alex saw Willie’s face transform from bleary task mode to shining with joy at the prospect of getting to paint. He wasn’t sure what it was, but everything Willie did was making him fall even further in a way he hadn’t thought possible. They were doing household chores for heaven’s sake. It made him consider doing all the rest of the chores just to let Willie do something he enjoyed. After seeing his reaction to Caleb, Alex thought it would lift his spirits more than anything.

“I say we divide and conquer then?” he suggested, putting a hand on Willie’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. Willie tore his eyes away from the unpainted walls to give Alex a puzzled look.  Before he could ask questions, though, Alex simply looked him directly in the eyes and nodded toward the room before them, insisting he stay and paint without saying a word. He saw Willie’s expression soften and one corner of his mouth turn up in a delighted smirk once he understood the message.

“Okay,” Willie muttered to him, facing the bare walls with newfound glee.

Willie watched Alex head back down the stairs and he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend as much time with him as possible - looking into that angelic face as he’d woken up had spun his head more than anything else in his life - but it was just the thought of how he was suddenly in Alex’s world and it was so...different. It vaguely reminded him of hanging out with everyone after the show at the Pearl, but it appeared to be so much deeper and so tight-knit. Julie and Flynn and their families went so far as to stick out their necks for the guys when they really had messed up, and it wasn’t even an obligation. Even being made to do housework for people who were still practically strangers to him felt like he was being taken in with open arms. He had the intruding thought that he’d eventually wear out his welcome.

“So, are we painting everything the same?” he asked Flynn, rubbing his hands together. Flynn wagged a finger and smiled with excitement.

“No,” she teased. Going over to a corner, she lifted two cans of paint, handing one of them to him. Looking at the swatch smeared on the top of the lid, Willie smiled to see a lovely teal, and then sunflower yellow on the can in Flynn’s hands.

“Oooh yes, these are some good choices,” he said, rolling up a sleeve with his free hand. All the worried thoughts could be put aside as they began popping the lids off and mixing the paint. “Have you got a hair tie I could borrow?”

“There is something about a boy asking me that question that just feels amazing,” Flynn commented as she briefly headed out to fetch one. Giggling at her remark, Willie lifted the paint mixer and watched the color drip into the can in fascination. There was something familiar about the notion of painting that made him wonder if it was something he’d done often before. Before forgetting. Would putting the brush in his hand unleash some kind of muscle memory or sense of nostalgia for something he didn’t know he had? Flynn returned with the hair tie and handed it to him, and he immediately pulled his hair back into a small bun.

“Alright, so these walls are gonna be the teal green color,” Flynn instructed, pointing toward the walls furthest from the window. “And these over here are gonna be yellow. I’ll start with the yellow and meet you at the corner, sound good?” Willie nodded at her as she moved her paint supplies over to the opposite side of the room, putting her braids up into a ponytail as well.

“Copy that,” Willie replied.

Once the paint was all mixed they got to work, both silently focused on the task at hand. For a while, all that could be heard was the repetitive swipe of brushes against the texture of the wall. There had been no sweeping rush like Willie imagined, but a gentle comfort quickly took over as he watched the color fill the empty space. He heard a loud buzzing outside and for a moment, peeked out the window to see Alex steady at work mowing the lawn below.

“So,” Flynn started, almost making him jump as he turned his attention to her. “It looks like our skater boy likes to paint; do you do art too? I saw your face.”

Chuckling, Willie hadn’t realized he’d gotten himself stuck in a situation that warranted friendly banter. Out of all of Alex’s friends, though, she was the one he’d seen the most, now that he thought about it. Despite how aggressive she had appeared at first, he really enjoyed her energy.

“Yeah, actually I draw. A lot,” he told her.

“Nice!” she nodded. “What kind of stuff do you draw?”

“People...places,” he said thoughtfully as he continued painting. “Memories.”

Flynn kept nodding, her expression becoming more pensive. “Cool.... Memories are interesting. Did you do a lot of cool things when you were little?”

Willie chewed on his tongue for a minute, realizing she still didn’t know. Even now that he’d been away from Caleb for a while and Alex’s reaction had been so kind, sometimes speaking of his amnesia still felt like something that wasn’t allowed. Regardless, it was a pretty important detail.

“I actually don’t know,” he stated. Flynn’s eyebrows knit together in response. “I was in an accident a little over a year ago, and I don’t remember anything - well, I remember a few things, but not a lot. Whatever I can figure out, I try to draw it so it stays with me.”

She gave him a long sympathetic look. Every time it was different; Alex had been a little shocked but then really sweet, Bessie had merely brushed over it like it wasn’t anything crazy, and now Flynn had her big brown eyes staring with such sadness in them. Again, he wondered how much he had really lost along with his memory. It seemed to be a thing everyone else could properly mourn, knowing the difference, but he couldn’t no matter how much he tried.

“That’s really awful,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

Willie only nodded, accepting her words.

“It sucks, but I manage,” he said. They both resumed painting after noticing they had stopped for a moment.

“I mean, you made it here, which is pretty amazing,” Flynn told him. “Well, not here as in we just picked you up from the police station, but you know, you left Vegas and have your sweet job at the record shop.”

He shrugged, trying to be casual. Those thoughts were getting to him today in a way they hadn’t ever before. The ones that said he was still messing everything up anyway. He was just in a different city with a different job. It was great that he’d miraculously found Alex, which had been his entire goal, but now that he’d passed that step in his plan, life went on. And it hadn’t really become so different, now that Caleb had his hands on things again. There were still so many questions about that as well, because he really did wonder if maybe he had made everything out to be worse in his mind. Caleb had been his guardian for three years and Willie was one of numerous kids - he couldn’t be that insidious, could he?

“I said, ‘you’re dripping paint on your shirt!’” Flynn repeated to him, enunciating loudly and snapping him out of his train of thought.

“Oh,” he started, looking down at his now ruined shirt and then continuing to work on the wall. He could live with it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I just keep thinking.”

“Uh huh. Whole lot of nothing to think about in there.”

Willie shot her a slightly wounded look. She rolled her eyes.

“Sarcasm, sorry. Looks like you have so much on your mind you can’t even function. So what’s up?”

He looked at her, unsure where to begin. It was great that she seemed easy to trust, because it made him less hesitant about talking, but he didn’t want to turn the painting session into something else. His mouth betrayed him though.

“I just keep thinking that maybe I have everything wrong and I brought all the guys down with me,” he confessed. Flynn didn’t respond, but listened quietly. “I met Alex and it was amazing! And I got it in my head that maybe being here with him would make everything better. But it looks like I’m just a bad influence.”

Flynn had nodded along until that last sentence, to which she tilted her head and squinted.

“Hold up,” she said. “Alex told me Caleb was your guardian, right?”

Willie nodded.

“Who also told Alex you were dead for no good reason?”

He nodded again.

“And you think you’re the bad guy here?” She had set down her brush and placed her hands on her hips.

Taking in a deep breath, Willie prepared to explain.

“Well - ”

Flynn simply held up both hands to shut him up.

“Willie. Buddy. You’re just a kid.”

You’re just a kid.

The words echoed around in his brain for a little bit as he let them settle in. She was right. Somehow he’d lost sight of that.

“You made some mistakes, I get it,” she continued. “But you’re not the bad guy. You’re still figuring things out. Actually, you know what I first thought of you? Well, actually, my first thought was that you were some creep who was trying to get into my friend’s concert, but after that, you know who I saw? A really good guy trying to show someone he cared. And bad people don’t do that.”

For a long time Willie just stared back at her in amazement. Somehow Flynn had managed to completely obliterate any other self-deprecating thought he had. It was the most human he’d felt all day. There was a sticky thud as his brush landed on plastic and he rushed to throw his arms around her.

“Oh!” she cried in surprise, slowly accepting the hug in return and patting his back. Willie squeezed her tightly and then stepped back, chuckling to himself as a small wave of embarrassment hit.

“Julie has good taste in friends,” he told her. “You’re really good at those pep talks.”

Flynn beat her chest with her palm and graciously took the compliment.

“Thank you.”

Willie picked up his brush again and continued working. He almost laughed when he had the thought that while he technically already had a boyfriend, Flynn was his first real friend. He was going to make that count.

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Vibe Check

Rise! Leo x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Lots of Vibe checks, Leo being bad at feelings, smooches

All you could focus on was the smell of cancer coming from the little bottle next to you on the floor.

Leo was supposed to coming over later for your usual 'hang sesh' but until he got there you'd entertain yourself with painting your toenails.

I mean, you've been painting your toes the same color for 3 years now and you'll be damned if you stop now.

The quiet hum of your favorite playlist filled your otherwise empty apartment. You were about to paint your last toe when your window busted open and you were tackled by a bag of cat food.

"VIBE CHECK" Leo screamed when he threw said cat food bag at you. You just stared at him, your brain trying to comprehend what the FUCK just happened until you noticed 1. The ruined nail polish on your toes and 2. The fucking bottle was tipped over and nail polish covered your rug.

"Leo what the fuck! You- I- Wha MNAGABA!" You jumped up and punched his arm hard. Leo kept laughing as he gripped his hurt arm, you were so funny when you were so mad you couldn't even speak english.

"Leo you've vibe checked me NINE TIMES THIS WEEK! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" You fumed, you were pissed he's been vibe checking you almost every day. At first it was funny, but after the 6th vibe check you were ready to beat him with pipe.

He smirked at how red your face was getting. 'God they're so cute when they're mad' he thought feeling a little blush rise to his cheeks.

You see, Leo had a crush on you. A BIG crush on you, like I'm in love crush. And him being the insecure jokester type guy he is he always chickens out of telling you. He'd being trying for 2 weeks but he gets super nervous and ends up vibe checking you instead.

Yes he knows it's stupid that instead of telling you his feelings he vibe checks you, but come on! He's a 14-yr old boy who has very bad anxiety and has only ever had 1 human friend before! Give him a break.

Leo just watched as you picked up the bag of unopened cat food looking around your apartment for somewhere to put it.

He reached out to help but you swatted his hands away. You huffed tossing it into your broom closet.

"Hey Y/N why don't we watch a movie and make milkshakes with everything in them?" He sing-songed batting his non-existent lashes at you. You walked right past him ignoring his question.

"Whaa- hey Y/N don't be like that I was just kidding!" Leo whinned catching up with your fast paced steps. He kept whinning trying to get your attention but you wouldn't budge.

You kept giving him the silent treatment, you knew it was cruel but he deserved it. If Leo was gonna keep injuring you everytime he came over then he would just have to stop coming over..

"Y/N please you know I can't the sile-" Your cold stare cut him off. He's never seen you look so serious about well anything. In that moment he knew, he fucked up.

You left the room and came back with cleaning supplies going straight for the nail polish spill on your white fuzzy rug. Leo was speechless, you were legitimately pissed at him.

He didn't know what to do, he's never seen you so mad before. And it was at him! Leo knew he had to fix it but he didn't know how.

He spent 30 minutes staring at you scrubbing your carpet, his thoughts racing faster than they've ever had before. He noticed how hard you scrubbing, like you were trying to kill it, and it made him feel that much worse.

"Y/N I-I" Leo hesitated eyes glued to you still scrubbing the rug " I love you".

Time froze, heart stopped and breath ragged. You didn't even notice the tears falling until your sight was so foggy you couldn't see.

Leo's heart was in his throat, he knew it was a bad idea but him and his stupid mouth had to go-

He felt something warm and soft cover his lips. Gently, your hands cupped his cheeks as you stood your tip-toes to kiss him. Your hot tears getting Leo's face wet.

When it finally clicked that you were kissing him, he pulled you flush into him and kissed you like the world was ending.

You pulled away desperate for air and felt him wipe away your tears. Letting out a shakey breath, you opened up your eyes looking into Leo's dark irises.

"I love you too" You murmured as your eyes wandered his face. Leo leaned down and placed his snout in your neck. He smiled, this was by far the best day of his life.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I was just scared and-"

"Hey" You whispered cutting him off "It's ok. Just please no more vibe checks or I will kick you out". Leo nodded and crossed his heart.

He pulled you back in for another kiss, relishing the softness of your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down so you didn't have to stand on your tip-toes.

Leo smiled into the kiss "Vibe Check" he muttered. You pinched his arm getting a yelp in response.

"HEY! I WAS KIDDING" You started laughing at him, Leo quickly joining you. Wrapping his arm around you, Leo pulled you into the kitchen to make milkshakes.

The rest of night your apartment was filled with laughter and sweet kisses as you and Leo enjoyed each other's company.

Yeah Leon babeh! Ain't he a cutie? I really enjoyed this and put effort so YAY! Should I start writing more angsty fluff, I'm open to opinions. I hope you saw the vine reference in this too👀.Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope y'all enjoyed 🤗. Up next on my radar is our emotionally unavailable bad boy, Donatello.

[imagine-that]

Wounded

Warnings: kinda angsty I guess? Obviously mentions of weapons and wounds and stuff?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

You sat most of the night, biting at the tip of your fingernails and still flicking through tv channels anxiously as the sun began to come up out the window.

You always worried when the Avengers went on a mission, they were always your best friends and basically your family but it had gotten even worse since you’d met him.

The day you met Bucky, the real Bucky not the winter soldier, was the day your heart grew ten times bigger and the day your worries grew a thousand times.

Of course, Bucky refused to let you tag along on any missions, always worrying himself that you’d get hurt or killed.

“Bucky, I know you’re in the middle of a mission but it would really ease my nerves if you would just call me.” You sigh into the phone as you leave your ten thousandth voicemail in his box. You knew he never really checked his voicemails or even his phone for that matter but it was the only thing keeping you from reaching literal insanity.

As you stand, you nearly bump right into Wanda in your state of hazy worry.

“Oh sorry Wanda. I didn’t realize anyone else was in the tower. Thought everyone was on mission.” You apologize with a halfhearted smile. She looks at you quizzically for a minute before she responds.

“He will be alright y/n. They all will. From what I was told it is a very simple mission. They should be back soon actually.” She assures you, the tone of strength in her voice keeping you calm.

“I know. I just worry. A lot. Probably a little too much actually.” You admit, subconsciously knawing on your thumb. Wanda swats you’re hand away from your mouth, nodding.

“I understand. But don’t let that worry get the better of you.” She says, holding onto your hand tightly.

“Thanks Wanda.” You say, a wholehearted smile replacing the previous expression you had.

“It’s my pleasure.” She smiles back, giving you a quick hug before she’s walking back out the door.

Shortly after she’d left, you hear a crash coming from the entryway, telling you the team was probably back. You stood quickly and ran over, excited that they were finally back.

As soon as you reached the door, you gasped in horror as Tony and Steve carefully carried a bloody and beaten Bucky through the open doorway.

“Wha- what happened?” You ask quietly, barely getting the words out. You follow behind them as they bring him over to the couch, his body practically limp. You hear his small whimpers and your heart practically shatters.

“He’ll be fine. He’s Bucky. He’s strong.” Steve says, probably more reassuring himself than he is you.

You go over to him, determination coursing through you as you grab a fistful of his shirt and try to get him to look at you.

Normally, you’d check to see if anyone else is injured. But seeing Bucky in the state he’s in sends you into full panic, making any rational thought fly right out the window.

“Steve. What the hell happened?” You demand and he sighs in defeat.

“He got hit with a bullet. He’ll be fine.” He repeats, clearly in a bit of a daze.

“Dollface.” You hear a hoarse voice murmur and your attention is immediately brought back to Buckys pale face. You kneel down onto the carpet, your face barely an inch away from his.

“I’m right here Barnes. I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper, running a hand up and down his arm.

He responds with a very weak smile and you feel tears starting in your eyes.

“Where did it hit him?” You ask no one in particular, looking up at the first person you see which happens to be Tony.

“Was it? I think it was what? The chest? Or the shoulder?” He says unsurely, looking over at Steve for confirmation. Steve nods his head, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Which are you nodding for?! Was it his chest or shoulder?!” You snap, looking to Steve.

“It was his shoulder.” He musters monotonously.

“And you didn’t think to take him to a damn hospital?!” You shriek, tears running down your face.

“We couldn’t. He’d end up arrested for being the winter soldier.” Natasha says, causing you to notice her presence.

“Right.” You sigh, looking back to him longingly.

“Doesn’t Fury know someone? Someone who could take care of him at whatever’s left of S.H.I.E.L.D.?” You ask, frantically trying to think of ways to help Bucky.

“He might. Let me call him and ask.” Natasha offers, pulling out her phone walking off into another room to take the call.

You squeeze Buckys hand gently and rest your head on the sofa cushion near his.

A few moments later, Natasha returns to the living room just as she hangs up the phone. Your head perks up hopefully as you look to her for an answer.

“He said they’ll be here as soon as possible so we need to make sure to put pressure on the wound.” She informs and you nod while Steve is quick to grab a rag and press it onto Buckys wound. He moans in protest but you ignore it as you put your hand over it to keep it over the wound tightly.

“As if we didn’t already know that.” Tony scoffs and Natasha kicks him in the shin and glares, telling him to shut up.

You softly push Bucky’s hair out of his face, stroking his stubbly jaw with your thumb.

“He’s gonna be fine. I know he is.” You sigh.

The lot of you sit there stuck in that moment for what feels like forever, waiting for help to get there. Your foot taps anxiously against the carpet in anticipation and worry.

Soon, a knock on the door is followed by a man and a woman, wordlessly rushing to your spot beside Bucky. With slight protests, they pull you to your feet, moving you away from him so they can examine his wound.

They explain what they’ll need to do briefly but you don’t hear a word of it, instead only hearing the ringing from your own ears.

You watch mutely as they pick up his body and place it on the stretcher they brought into the room, wheeling it over to the door.

You get to your feet, going to chase after them but Nat quickly steps in front of you, bringing you to a halt.

“Y/n, let them do their work. You need rest.” She insists.

“But-“ You begin to protest but she raises an eyebrow.

“You haven’t slept since we left. You. Need. Rest.” She argues, the people around you agreeing with simple nods or hums of agreement.

“Fine.” You huff, laying back down on the couch and snuggling into the cushions with a blanket, drifting off into a fitful sleep.

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A few nights later, you wake up late but quickly recover, running around the people spread out on the couch and floor around you and into your room, changing into comfortable clothing. You run back into the living room and grab your keys, eager to get to wherever they’re keeping Bucky.

For the past few days, you weren’t allowed to see him. You were given minimal information and rarely any updates for some reason which frustrated you beyond belief. You’d remained glued to the couch with the phone next to you, just waiting for more information. Everyone in the avengers group had stayed with you, some leaving and coming back from minor missions but all spending every night by your side.

It didn’t do much to ease your nerves but they treated you both like family as always and it warmed your heart immensely.

Because of your stress though, you’d hardly slept any of those nights. You tossed, you turned, you got up and paced but got maybe three or four hours of sleep each night.

When Fury had informed you you’d be able to see him today, you were practically bursting with joy and a small sense of relief.

“Y/n?” Nat asks, not even seeming the slightest bit groggy.

“I need to see him.” You sigh, looking over at her with desperate eyes.

She nods in understanding, walking over without making so much as a creak in the floorboards with ease.

“I’ll drive. Fury sent me the location while you were sleeping.” She explains, instantly in agent mode.

You nod, walking out the door after her and out to the car.

After a short drive, you arrive at a regular hospital. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look over to Nat for answers.

“It was apparently a lot easier than they thought it’d be to get him in. They used an alias and apparently have some sort of contact in the hospital here.” She informs you as the two of you start walking through the parking garage, over to the elevator.

During the entire ride up to the floor, you’re fidgeting, your nerves getting the better of you.

You get out, all but running to the room Nat told you. Once you find the number, you fling yourself into the room, racing over to the bed.

When you look, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in at the sight of him peacefully sleeping.

You sit down in the chair, reaching over for his hand and holding it in your own shaking ones, never having felt so thankful to feel his pulse on his wrist as your fingers find their way there subconsciously.

You finally notice after a moment of nothing but his breathing and the beeping of the machines to fill the silence that Nat stayed in the hall, giving you a moment with him on your own.

You stare down at your fingers entwined in his own, listening to the steady beeping and biting your lips out of nerves.

“Hey doll.” A voice says from beside you and you’re whipped back to attention, looking over at him with wide eyes.

His soft smile causes a sudden and teary one of your own, giggling through your hiccuping sobs.

“You’re ok.” You cry, head falling onto his chest. He chuckles a little but you don’t miss the wince in pain when you touch his shoulder.

“Sorry.” You murmur, immediately pulling back from him in fear of hurting him.

“It’s alright y/n. It’s only a bullet wound. I’ve been through worse.” He says teasingly but your frown stops him, making him feel immediately wrong about saying it.

“Don’t talk like that. Please.” You mutter, looking down into your lap.

You always hated when he talked about his hydra days. Obviously you let him if he needed someone to talk to but when possible you avoided the subject, hating the trauma it caused him.

“I’m sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood I guess.” He apologizes with a half grin.

“That’s very unlike you.” You tease, wiping the corners of your eyes as he chuckles a little more.

“I shouldn’t be making you laugh, it’ll make it hurt more.” You groan and he shakes his head.

“It’s fine.” He grunts, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

You grin over at him until a few moments later, you’re frowning again.

“What?” He asks, looking puzzled.

You lightly smack his metal arm, scowling at him.

“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t you ever scare me like that again!” You scold.

He sighs, knowing it would probably have come to this at some point. He especially knows how upset you are when you use his full name to address him. He hated when you did that.

“You know how I feel about missions. They scare me. Like a lot.” You cry, not meeting his eyes.

“You know they’re dangerous y/n. You knew that before we even started going out.” He sighs, frowning in worry.

“That’s the point!” You exclaim.

Before he can respond, you grumble under your breath angrily as you snuggle up to him as gently as possible on his other side, no matter how uncomfortable the metal arm may be to be cuddled with.

“Just try not to get hurt again, yeah?” You murmur into his chest.

He grins a little, though you can’t actually see it.

“Not that I was really trying to this time, but I won’t. Promise.” He swears, nuzzling his chin into your hair.

You shuffle closer to him, gently wrapping your arm around his torso as his wraps around your waist.

You stay there as long as possible. Throughout the day, people come and go, either visiting with him or checking his vitals or his wound but the one thing that doesn’t change is you, snuggled comfortably up to him, protecting him as much as you’re capable from any other thing that may harm him and swearing to yourself that you always would.

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 4

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

It had been a few days since Loki’s discovery.

And he had a plan.

He’d tried a few different tactics over the last few days. The one that got him best results was when he asked Mia to hand him something in the lab, she did it instantly without question. He then let Good girl slip instead of a thank you. It had the desired effect, he thought her entire face was going to go up in flames. She was very giddy and flustered.

So she definitely has a praise kink. That he was certain of. She was a pleaser.

But his plan, he was putting into motion tonight. He’d asked her to another date night, but to wear her comfiest pyjamas. She was highly confused, but was pretty excited none the less.

He went to her room and knocked, smiling when he heard her rushing over to the door.

When she opened it, Loki was pleased to see she was in pyjamas already. They were Minnie Mouse pyjamas. She sheepishly looked down at herself. ‘Sorry… I don’t really have, uhm, sexy kind of Pyjamas.’

Loki smiled and picked up her hand, bringing it up to his lips he kissed the back of it. ‘You look beautiful, darling. Never apologise for wearing whatever you want to.’

There was that delightful blush that graced her cheeks, that he loved so much on her.

‘Are you ready?’ He asked with a grin.

She nodded. ‘I’m really intrigued to see what you’ve got planned.’

Loki was wearing comfortable clothing too. Leather trousers with a green Asgardian tunic type of top. But Mia always thought he looked amazing, he could probably wear a bin bag and still look handsome.

First stop was the kitchen, Loki had a mini buffet type of set up going on. But it was bowls of popcorn, nachos and chocolate. He grabbed a tray and put it all on, then motioned for Mia to follow him as he headed to the lifts.

Mia raised an eyebrow as she followed him. ‘Where are we going?’ She asked, getting into the lift with him.

He didn’t say anything, just grinned. They stopped a few floors down, Loki then led the way to the library. It all made sense when they entered.

Loki had borrowed Tony’s projector and had set up a film to play on the empty wall near the back of the library. He’d also taken lots of cushions and blankets for them to sit or lie down on and keep cosy. Some candles were lit, giving the room a lovely calming and romantic vibe.

‘Oh wow. Loki, this is amazing.’ Mia said excitedly.

‘I’m glad you think so. It took a lot of persuading to make sure the others would stay out of the way for the night.’ Loki said with a frown.

‘What kind of persuading?’ Mia asked, curious.

‘I had to say please to Stark.’ Loki cringed, making Mia burst out laughing.

‘Well, it certainly seems worth it.’ Mia grinned.

Loki and Mia got comfortable on the cushions, Loki used his Seidr to make them all into a bed type of shape with a bit at the back for them to lean against comfortably. He pulled a big blanket over the both them, he was absolutely delighted when she snuggled right in against his side.

‘What film are we watching?’ She asked when Loki used his Seidr to have the tray of food hover just on front of them, but not blocking the view, to save having to get a table over.

Loki didn’t reply, just grinned as he grabbed the remote and started the movie up. Mia was shocked when Frozen Two started.

‘Really? I didn’t think you would be a Disney fan? We can watch something you like.’ Mia suggested as she turned to face him more.

‘Not at all. I remember over hearing you speaking to Wanda about wanting to see it when it’s out.’ Loki smiled.

Mia then frowned. ‘It’s not even out in cinemas here yet. How did you… Wait, did you get Bruce to get it for you?’ She asked knowingly.

Loki’s grin grew even larger and he wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Perhaps… I have my ways. Now shhh, it’s starting.’ Loki put his arm around her and pulled her into him again.

She was secretly so delighted that he’d managed to get the film. She had been desperate to see it. And what could be better, snuggled up comfortably with Loki? Nothing could be better, that was for sure.

Mia was totally engrossed in the film, she almost missed her mouth a few times while eating. Eyes glued to the screen.  

Loki couldn’t resist stroking her hair, letting his fingers slide through her locks. It was soothing for both of them. Perhaps too soothing for Mia, she could feel herself slipping into little space. Something she didn’t really want to do on front of Loki, not wanting to freak him out.

But it was difficult, he was pressing all the right buttons.

It became even worse for Mia when he ended up gently pulling her onto his lap. She blushed hard, but kept her eyes on the movie, leaning back against him as she curled up comfortably.

Loki slid his hand under her pyjama top and started stroking her back softly, she squirmed and giggled when he went too far round to her sides, making him smirk. ‘Ticklish?’ He grinned, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

She didn’t reply, just whined a little and shuffled slightly on his lap.

His touch against her back felt so heavenly, she was slipping hard. Loki noticed her take the tips of a bit of her hair into her mouth and he smiled. He hadn’t seen her do that before, but he had a feeling it was something she did in little space…

Once the film was finished, Loki didn’t let go of her. He never wanted to let go of her, actually. He kept stroking her back and nuzzling into her hair.

But Mia suddenly snapped out of it, realising how she was acting. She struggled to get off his lap, Loki reluctantly let her go.

‘I’m sorry… I…’

‘Whatever for?’ Loki frowned as she moved away from him and sat up on her knees, looking scared.

But she didn’t answer, just looked really scared still. So Loki decided to take a chance.

‘You’re a little, aren’t you?’

Her eyes widened at that, but he noticed her shoulders relax a tiny bit. ‘You… what? How did you…’

‘I will be completely honest here… I came across a Daddy Dom and little relationship online, after having… suspicions. And I felt that you just seemed to fit being a little. So I may have been trying to coax it out of you.’ He said a little sheepishly.

‘Wha… What? Why though? I mean… Are you…’

‘A Daddy?’ Loki finished for her.

She nodded, still keeping a little distance.

Loki smiled. ‘I had never thought about it before, but when I read up on it, I found myself really wanting to be your Daddy.’ He admitted. ‘I seem to fit some of the personality traits and it was very appealing, I must say. Even though I had never thought about it before.’

Mia put her face into her hands and rubbed her face a few times before looking at him again.

‘Are you serious? I mean… I didn’t expect… This.’

Loki reached out and took hold of her hands, so she couldn’t hide her face again.

‘All I am asking, is that you think about it. You are safe with me, Mia. If you want to go into little space with me, you can. And I would love to be able to look after and spoil you.’ He smiled and rubbed the back of her hands.

He was slightly confused as to why she still looked so worried.

‘Have I got this all wrong?’ He asked, frowning. It was his turn to be looking genuinely worried.

‘No… not at all… I… I want this more than anything. From the moment I met you I found you to be… Daddy material.’ She said quietly.

Loki let go of her hands and stroked her cheek gently.

‘So what’s got you so scared, pet?’ He asked quietly.

She looked down and started fiddling with the bottom of her pyjama top. ‘I uhm… There’s something else you should know before you decide if you do want to… Be with me. It wouldn’t be fair not telling you…’

‘What is it?’ He asked, tipping her chin up.

She took a deep breath before answering. ‘I’ve got vaginismus.’

Mia felt like time was stood still as she waited for Loki’s reaction. Expecting him to get up and walk out.  

But to her surprise, there was no change in his facial expressions.

‘Why would that make me not want to be with you?’ Loki asked, confused as he took her hands again.

Now it was Mia’s turn to look confused. ‘Do… Do you know what it is?’

‘I do.’ Loki nodded. ‘It doesn’t change who you are, darling.’

Mia couldn’t help but let out a small sob, surprising Loki. ‘Hey, shhh. It’s ok, come here.’ He pulled her back onto his lap, so she was straddling him with her legs at either side of his thighs, into his embrace. He rocked her back and fore as she buried her face into his neck.

‘I’m sorry… I just… The last guy I dated couldn’t get away fast enough, thinking it was some kind of disease he could catch. And the guy before him who I had been seeing for a while, got fed up that he couldn’t… penetrate me. No matter how much we tried, it was like there was a literal road block down there.’ She said openly, leaning back slightly as Loki cradled the back of her head.

‘Well in that case they don’t deserve you. There is so much more to relationships than penetrative sex. SO much more.’ He wiped her tears off her cheeks with his thumbs and then cupped her face as he leaned in to press his forehead against hers.

‘Not that we would be jumping into anything sexually so soon, but if I may ask, have you been to the doctors about it?’

‘Yeah. It seems to be more psychological than anything else we’ve decided… I uhm, can get one finger in but it took a long time… and I have a small dildo that I try with but it takes a long time to use and I’ve only ever managed twice, often by the time I get to the stage where I might be able to take it, I’m too tired and just give up. It’s like I just can’t relax down there enough, even though I know it doesn’t hurt as such if I am properly ready. But I think I freaked myself out a bit last time I got it in, when I started moving it, it was a little sore and uncomfortable then I struggled getting the damn thing out and really panicked.’ She was blushing hard while explaining to Loki, but she wanted him to know exactly what he was getting into. Or more… what he wouldn’t be getting into, so to say.

‘Well that’s good you’ve made progress yourself, though. You can do it, it can happen, it just takes time… Mia, even if we could never have penetrative sex, that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I don’t know in this early stage if anything will blossom between us, although I certainly hope it does, but I really want to try, darling.’

Mia felt like crying again in utter relief and happiness. But Loki could tell there was still something niggling.

‘Speak to me, sweetling.’ He whispered, smoothing a hand through her hair.

‘I just… I’ve never had a Daddy before. I’ve always dreamed and fantasised of having one and having kinky fun with him. Being able to just be taken against a wall or bent over the sofa and taken that way. But that can’t happen for me, I don’t even know if normal sex will ever be able to happen for me!’

‘Shhh, calm down. It’s ok.’ Loki soothed. ‘Well, there are ways to help your body accustom to penetration. And even once that happens, while you may never be able to have sudden-little-warning-sex, not many can without some foreplay, there are still ways to make fantasies come true.’ He purred, winking at her.

‘Really?’

‘Of course there is. But you know, there are millions of ways to have kinky fun, for the both of us, without the normal cock into vagina scenario, you know.’ He smirked, making her giggle.

‘Just don’t over think it, don’t worry about something that doesn’t necessarily even need to happen.’

‘But I do want it to happen!’ Mia said quickly.

Loki smiled and trailed his fingers down the side of her face. ‘I know you do. But it will take time, trust and a lot of patience. It won’t be something that can just happen overnight. But if you want that to be your end goal, we can work towards it. Slowly. But just have some fun, is the main thing.’

‘I have done sexual stuff before. And I do enjoy it all, so it’s not like I just don’t want to do anything like that. Because I do. So much.’ She was blushing again.

Loki chuckled and kissed her forehead. ‘Just because you have vaginismus doesn’t mean you can’t love other things to do with sex. Stop worrying.’

She leaned into him again and hid her face against his neck. He slid his hand up and down her back soothingly. ‘I get the feeling rule number one will be not to overthink this.’ He rumbled.

Mia shot back a bit, looking at him with wide eyes. ‘Rules?’ She squeaked.

‘Of course. Why, you didn’t think just because I am new to this you would get out of not having rules, did you?’ He smirked.

Mia’s mouth parted but nothing came out, making Loki chuckle.

‘You did!’ He smirked, sliding his hands under her top and tickling over her back.

She squealed and tried to move away from the tickling but that just made her move closer into Loki’s body, thus trapping her as his fingers tickled down her sides, making her laugh as she squirmed to try and get away.

He stopped and just held her against him, his chin on top of her head. ‘There will be consequences if you break a rule, sweetheart. But we can go over rules another day, once you’ve had time to think it all through.’ He kissed the top of her head as he felt her relaxing into him completely.

Loki had a feeling she wasn’t going to need time to think anything through.

Or he certainly hoped not anyway.

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Eternal beings | Chapter 6

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Key words: supernatural, vampire.

Word count: less than 4,000

Warnings: swearing,  sadness, jealousy, mentions of murder

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You felt drunk. Your body felt too heavy, your jacket felt too warm, your heart was beating slower than ever. You felt someone’s embrace around yourself and heard someone else speak. Or maybe it was the same person? You weren’t sure. You fluttered your eyelids and opened your eyes slowly just to be met with Jungkook's shocked stare. He was saying something, but his lips moved in slow motion. Slowly you put together what just happened. You started falling forward, but didn’t. You didn’t fall, because Jungkook caught you. “What a gentleman.” You thought and looked him in the eyes. “Wait, what?” You slowly understood the absurdity of your thoughts. “I’m dwelling on a deranged murderer?” You asked yourself and your eyes went wide. You pushed yourself away from his chest, shaking your head to clear it, but it only seemed to make you feel worse. 

“I don’t care what you have to say.” You mumbled, feeling dangerously close to throwing up.

“Wha- (Y/N).” He said in a stern tone. “Stop. Are you okay?” He pulled your arm again making you face him. He looked honestly astounded and concerned for you.

“I will be once you leave me alone.” You ripped your arm out of his embrace.

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” He said, his regular smile coming back onto his face. “Why?” You whined in your head. “Because.” He leaned towards you. “There’s something that we have in common that I’m not w-” 

“Whatever it is I don’t care.” You interrupted him and his confident demeanor dimmed. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to your bulshit s-” You were cut mid word by the sound of the shop door opening and another male voice.

“Hey. Is he bothering you?” You both turned to look at the speaker. Yoongi stepped out of the shop eying the two of you with suspicion. You felt the anger in you explode at the sight of his smug face.

“Fuck off.” The both of you spat at him and turned back to face each other, not sure whether to laugh at your synchronicity or keep bickering. 

“Just… Leave me be.” You spoke before Jungkook had a chance to and stormed off to the shop. As you went inside you cursed at your boss for putting a stopper on the door, because you would love to just slam it behind yourself. The overwhelming anger at both Jungkook and Yoongi made the fear and confusion take the back seat in your mind. You walked into the backroom to leave your bag and jacket, thought running wild in your head. “How is Jimin dating Yoongi? He must be in some kind of conspiracy with Jungkook and he’s a murderer so-”

“Are my eyes deceiving me or did I just see you outside with Jungkook?” Jimin’s sweet tone pulled you out of the trance. You didn’t turn to face him and just put on your name tag. “Explain this to me, (Y/N). He asked Taehyung to stay the night yesterday even though he could’ve asked Yoongi and I. Why?” He digged, but you stayed silent. “You spent an awful long time in the hallway with him. Alone. In the dark. What were you doing?” He kept asking. “Fine. Don’t answer me, but don’t think Yoongi won't tell me later everything he hears from Jungkook.” He said in a nonchalante tone pretending that your silence doesn’t bother him.

“While we’re on that topic.” You said as a brilliant idea came to you. “Could you give me his number?” Since Yoongi and Jungkook are probably in cahoots about this murder you can harras Yoongi about it. Because he was dating Jimin and you sort of knew him he seemed a little bit less intimidating than Jungkook who admitted to you that he ate a man.

“Jungkook’s?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yoongi’s.” You specified and he furrowed his brows.

“Why?” Jimin asked as you walked past him out of the break room.

“I have some questions for him.” You tried to dance around the topic.

“Regarding?” Jimin asked, but before giving you a chance to answer he did it for you. “Jungkook, right?” His tone got higher in pitch with excitement.

“Well… Yes.” You dragged your words. Jimin chuckled and you saw him smile brightly as you turned to face him.

“I have a good feeling about you two.” He said, putting a finger to his chin as if he was deep in thought imagining your’s and Jungkook’s relationship. It made you gag slightly. “I’ll text you his number.” He added and pulled out his phone. A second later you had Yoongi’s number saved in your phone. You wished you had something to make him side with you and give up any information about Jungkook and their shady relationship, but you didn’t have anything other than the fact that you just jumped on him in front of the shop for trying to help you get rid of Jungkook. Despite the bad feeling you had in your stomach about the whole thing you decided upon not wasting time and texted Yoongi to meet up.

You were busy tidying up the alcohol aisle when Jimin called your name. You peaked around the shelves and saw him waving his arm for you to join him by the TV.

“There’s more information on the case you’re involved with.” He said, making space for you to get behind the counter closer to the TV. You glued your eyes to the speaker on the news hoping to see Jungkook’s face pop up.

“Recent discoveriesmade in the case of (Victim’s name)’s murder forced the police to hand the case over to the Federal Beauro of Investigation. Today’s statement made by the FBI says that Mr (Victim’s name) was affiliated with various international crime organisations against whomst the FBI is currently investigating. Many links were found between Mr (Victim’s name) and organizations involved in the illegal arms, drugs and other substances trade in our country as well as-” You stopped listening wondering what that meant in your case. Or more precisely in Jungkook’s. If he killed- ate that man… Was he still the bad guy? Or was he one of the international bad guys? You started to get overwhelmed by the questions piling in your head when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

“6 o’clock. Seventh Ave 3458. Take the elevator to the 17th floor.” You read the cold sounding message and cursed under your breath, remembering you had online classes at that time. “Too bad.” You shrugged. “I will have to catch up with the studying later.”

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Seventh Avenue was not more than five kilometers further from the city than your apartment, but the neighbourhood was totally different. There were many cafes and office buildings in the area. You felt a little out of place rocking a pair of old ripped jeans and a band tshirt when everyone around you looked so dapper and fashionable in their suits. It was nearing six when you finally found the building numbered 3458. You pushed the heavy glass door and headed for the elevator. You pushed the “up” button and checked the text Yoongi sent you. “17th floor” You read for a millionth time. Your heart was beating faster than ever. “Am I going to his house? His office?” You wondered, pressing the silver seventeen button inside the elevator. “Is this one of those fancy buildings in which the elevator takes you straight to the person’s apartment?” You didn’t have time to make any more assumptions about Yoongi or his building, because when the elevator door opened on the seventeenth floor you saw Yoongi, already waiting for you in the corridor.

“I could hear your heartbeat all the way from downstairs.” He said and without any further explanations started walking down the hallway towards the open door at the far end of it. You followed right behind him, making a mental note to yourself about keeping your heartbeat slow and quiet from now on. “Your heart’s still beating.” He said stopping at the door and looking you up.

“I would hope so.” You answered back, immediately thinking it came out snarky and rude, but Yoongi didn’t seem to think so as he half laughed half exhaled loudly and shook his head. His relaxed reaction to your comment made you calm down slightly.

“Come in.” He showed you towards the door. As you walked in you heard voices behind one of the doors you saw to your left and couldn’t help, but feel a little surprised. “Does he have guests? Roommates?” You wondered as you heard Yoongi lock the door behind the two of you. “No going back now.” You thought. “Through here.” Yoongi said, walking down the thin hallway scattered with shoes. As you walked behind him you peaked through one of the doors. It was a small bedroom with nothing, but a bed and a hanging rack. It was messy with clothes and other items laying on the floor. The large glass windows in that bedroom, going all the way up to the ceiling from the ground, and the tiny hallway made you sure this was an office turned into an apartment with bedrooms to let for cheap. Yoongi led you to a kitchen located at the end of the apartment. “Tea?” He asked and you hummed in agreement. Looking at him in this scenery you didn’t feel so scared anymore. The kitchen was small and cramped, meant to be used sporadically by office workers and not daily by various tenants. There were many magnets scattered messily on the tall door of the fridge and unwashed dishes in the sink.

“I assume you wanted to meet because of Jungkook.” He said while preparing the drinks with his back turned towards you. You sat at the small table in the corner of the and sighed slightly. “Where do I start with this?” You thought.

“Well... Who is he?” You asked after deciding to begin with one of the bigger questions lingering in your head. Yoogi set two cups of hot tea on the table and sat down on the opposite end of the table. “What did he do with (Victim’s name) and why?” You added before giving him a chance to answer your first question. “And why did he stay at Taehyung’s last night? You know he followed me to work this morning?” You would keep spitting out questions if Yoongi hadn’t raised his hand to stop you.

“Let me speak and I’ll tell you everything you need to know about him and this whole… Ordeal.” He said tiredly. You leaned back in your chair and exhaled loudly. As you did that you heard a door screech somewhere in the hallway. You looked over your shoulder and noticed a tall man walking towards the kitchen with a confident look on his face.

“Yoongi.” He said, passing through the doorway. “You didn’t say you would be bringing people over.” He extended his hand towards you to shake it and so you did. “I’m Jin.”

“(Y/N).” You introduced yourself and he smiled warmly at you. Jin leaned back on the kitchen counter with his hands in his pockets and nothing but amusement in his eyes as he eyed you up and down.

“We don’t often have visitors here.” You heard Yoongi inhale sharply. “Especially of your kind.” Jin added and you tilted your head not really getting his point. “I mean human.”

“It’s better we talk in my room.” Yoongi tried interrupting him, but you heard what he said. “Human.” You repeated in your head. Yoongi stood up with his tea in hand. “Human.” You did the same and followed him out of the kitchen back down the thin hallway. 

“It was nice to meet you.” Jin said before you left the room.

“You too.” You said not really sure whether you meant it or not. Yoongi led you to the door next to the messy room you peeked into earlier. His bedroom was the same size, had the same tall windows and a double bed, but that’s about all the similarities you could count. The room was clean and dimly lit with only a small desk lamp on. Opposite to the bed stood a small desk and an even smaller dresser with lots of shelves hanging over them. Yoongi had his laptop open on the bed and you noticed his screen saver was a selfie he took with Jimin. “Especially of your kind. I mean human.” Jin’s words echoed through your head as you sat down on the chair by the desk, holding the hot cup of tea in your lap. Yoongi sat down on the bed cross-legged.

“What did he mean by human?” You asked, looking through the window at the setting sun’s reddish rays reflecting from the shiny buildings outside. He sighed.

“He meant exactly that.” He said in a heavy tone and you looked at him. not looking at you. “Humans don’t often come here.” He explained, but you still didn’t quite get it. “We’re not human.” He kept going, glancing at you to check whether you already caught on. “We’re different. Jin, Jungkook, me… There’s others too.” You furrowed your brows, not really following his point. “We’re vampires.” You scoffed, unable to contain yourself. You could believe anything, anything but that.

“Vampires?” You said in disbelief. “Right… And I’m the queen of England.” You added sarcastically.

“(Y/N), I’m serious.” He said, setting his cup down and finally making eye contact with you. “We’re... Not like you. We’re… Well, I don’t know how else to explain this to you.” He basically spat out the last couple of words, his tone indicating his quickly rising frustration. “I told you the truth. It’s up to you to decide  whether to believe it or not.” He said with spite and crossed his arms on his chest. You looked at him with something between disbelief and pity. He looked like a pouting baby sitting like that on the bed. “And I’m supposed to believe him?” You asked yourself and shook your head.

“So according to your vampire theory-” You started sceptically.

“It’s not a theory.” Yoongi interrupted you immediately.

“Okay. According to you-” You tried again.

“It’s not just me, (Y/N).” He added, annoyed.

“Will you let me speak?” You asked him, trying to appear calm and collected. He raised his hands letting you speak again. “If I were to believe what you just told me it would make you, Jungkook and that Jin guy from the kitchen vampires, right?” You couldn’t comprehend why you even entertained the idea of this.

“Right.” Yoongi agreed.

“How does that explain what Jungkook did or didn’t do to (Victim’s name)?” You asked him, hoping for something more than just a silly sounding vampire theory.

“You see, here is where it gets tricky.” Yoongi said, scratching his forehead. “Can it get any trickier?” You asked yourself tiredly. “That guy was close with someone who Jungkook was in a… Dispute with many years ago.” Yoongi’s careful choosing of words made you suspect he wasn’t telling you everything, but you let him go on without interruption. “So to finish his vendetta against that second person, who by the way was not a good person at all, he killed, or as he said, ate (Victim’s name).” 

“Oh-kay.” You had a hard time imagining Jungkook as some kind of an avenger. “And by ate you mean…” You elongated the last word to let Yoongi finish this ridiculous story.

“He drained him of blood by drinking it.” He said and you felt your stomach rise to your throat. You swallowed loudly and decided to ask him another question.

“One more thing. Where does that put me?” You asked honestly.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi frowned at your unspecific question.

“Well, Jungkook said something to me this morning. He seems to think that we have something important to him in common.” Yoongi perked up at your words. “I have no idea what that could be and frankly I don’t want to find out. Is there any way you could get him off my case?” You didn’t feel hopeful about your request to Yoongi, but you had to ask. Any help in getting Jungkook away from you was welcome at this point.

“Honestly (Y/N)... No.” You felt a weight come over your shoulders as he denied you. “If he thinks there’s something between you two-”

“There’s nothing there! I don’t even know him!” You called out in frustration.

“Listen, if he feels that there’s something…” Yoongi shook his head. “I can’t do anything about it.” He said looking you in the eye. The dim light coming from the lamp behind you combined with the shine of the setting sun outside made his pupils shimmer with a golden hue. “The two of you will have to deal with that yourselves, but (Y/N)... Trust me when I say he’s not dangerous. If what you say is true…” He sighed deeply. “If what you say is true he won’t hurt you.” For some reason his confidence in Jungkook’s good faith didn’t make you feel more reassured. Actually it only made you question everything even more. “Is there anything else I can tell you or do for you?” Yoongi asked. “Vampires…” You repeated in your head. “He’s crazy. He lost his mind…” You thought looking at him with slight pity in your eyes. His intentions seemed sincere so you decided to dig a little more, though you didn’t expect to get much sense out of whatever he said.

“Yeah… What is this place exactly?” You asked him. “Some kind of a vampire layer?” You added in your head. Yoongi’s expression hardened and as you apparently chose a topic he wasn’t too comfortable talking about.

“I guess you could call this our headquarters.” He muttered clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“Vampire headquarters…” You repeated to yourself. “Nice…”

“There’s a lot about us that you don’t know and a lot that you shouldn’t.” He quickly added after hearing the scepticism in your voice. “A lot of us- A lot…” He stammered. You saw him like this for the first time. He looked so vulnerable. You used to perceive his quietness as a sign of being bored or above everyone else, but now you realised it was a sign of shyness. Yoongi was more sensitive than everyone thought. “Maybe even more sensitive than Jimin.” You wondered. “We like to stick together. Vampires, I mean.” You only nodded not wanting to upset him with your words or tone, but one more question kept coming back to you and before you could stop yourself you were already opening your mouth to speak.

“Can you tell me more about Jungkook?” You weren’t sure whether you actually spoke or just thought the question, but Yoongi reacted by looking up at you so he surely heard you. “How is he?” You thought to yourself, but quickly snapped out of the weird feeling that came over you as you said his name.

“What exactly do you want to know about him?” Yoongi asked you. “Him… Where is he?” You wondered and looked out the window. “Stop.” You scolded yourself. “Think straight. Answer his question.” You told yourself and looked back at Yoongi who was looking at you with curiosity. “Are you okay?” You heard him say, but his mouth didn’t move. “Answer him.” You ordered yourself.

“I’m fine.” You shook your head a little to clear it, but it only made you feel dizzy.

“I didn’t ask about your wellbeing.” Yoongi said in a low voice and tilted his head trying to read you. You put one of your hands on your forehead to dratch it, it was burning. You scratched your neck and breathed in slowly trying your hardest to collect your thoughts and form a proper sentence.

“Jungkook, said something to me this morning.” Suddenly you felt really warm so you undid the top button of your striped blue shirt and scratched your throat. You looked around for an AC unit or something that could’ve made the temperature in the room rise so abruptly. “He was talking to me, but I wasn’t saying anything.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked, his curiosity and amusement levels rising with each second of looking at you. You looked distressed and confused breathing slowly and looking around every now and then for something only you could see.

“He seems to think he can read my mind.” You explained resting your elbows on your knees and your head between your hands. 

“Yeah, that can happen.” You fluttered your eyelids, trying your hardest to not to let them close. “Some of us are better at that than others, but if Jungkook and you have… Certain commonalities it might be easier for him to hear you think.” Yoongi explained and for some sick reason it made sense to you at that moment. Not just that Jungkook could read your mind, but also that him and Yoongi were vampires. “I guess it makes sense.” You thought and nodded slowly, your head still in your hands. “It does.” Yoongi’s voice echoed in your head. You looked down at the beige carpet underneath your sneakers and felt a pinch in the back of your brain. “No… That’s not right.” You thought and looked back up at Yoongi. He had a small smile on his face, but he looked unsure. The sudden sound of your ringtone made you come back to your senses. You pulled your phone out to see Tahyung’s photos spread across your lock screen. You swiped right to answer the call and put the phone to your ear wishing Taehuyng didn’t have his license suspended and could pick you up right this moment.

“Hey. I’m on my way home.” He sounded just as tired as you were right now. “You want McDonalds for dinner?” His question seemed so genuine and real after what you heard from Yoongi. “Vampires, vendettas, mind reading… Yeah, right.” You thought rolling your eyes slightly.

“Yes. Get me a BigMac, would you?”

“Okay. I’ll be home at eight.” He answered and you averted your eyes towards your watch. “What time is it?” You wondered. You were shocked to realise it was nearing half past seven. “Did I really spend over an hour here?”

“See you then.” You said and ended the call. “I have to get going.” You picked up your bag and stood up, but Yoongi didn’t bother to do the same.

“You know where the door is.” He simply stated and reached for his laptop quickly coming back to his usual cold seeming self. You nodded and walked out onto the hallway. Your hand was already on the handle of the front door when someone opened it from the other side.

“Oh. Hello.” Said the guy on the outer side of the door pulling it towards himself. His expression grew softer as he took in your appearance. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” He took a step to get inside the apartment and you took a step back to let him pass you by. “I’m Namjoon.” He extended his hand towards you and somehow you felt it was some kind of trap.

“Go home, (Y/N).” Your head snapped back towards Yoongi’s bedroom door where he was standing eying Namjoon suspiciously.

“Goodbye.” You simply stated before walking out of the apartment with your gut telling you you just avoided something dangerous.

[hawklanthebard]

Fractured Diamond Chapter Two

"Wakey, wakey, Diamond-boy~."

The first thing Mondo heard as he came to slowly and painfully. A singsong tone from a gruff voice he swore he'd heard once before.

Mondo was never the fastest Diamond in the gang. Always slept in, always arrived late at meetings, always slow with clever comebacks when criticized by other members, and worst of all always drove too slow. It was no wonder why he'd mostly get left behind after a heist, not that he'd expect anyone to slow down for him. It's every man for himself out here, and if Mondo were to one day cover for his brother's role as the leader, he'd have to learn how to carry his own weight. Otherwise, how would he be expected to carry the gang? Even if he'd have to find his way out of jail.

Getting arrested was probably the most shameful thing to happen to a gang member. It's bound to happen at some point to any criminal, but to a Diamond, its weakness unfolded. Diamonds are strong, everyone knows that. Nothing can ever break a diamond, except perhaps another one, a reason why infighting was strictly prohibited within the gang. Diamonds are stronger when they're packed together, but each one is made to be strong itself. No chips, no cracks, not even a chink. A weak link can break the chain, as they say. Mondo was a prime example of that. It was one thing to fall behind and get yourself arrested, it was another thing entirely to fall behind and get captured by a rival gang.

"I said, wake up!"

The voice burst between the cracks of Mondo's returning consciousness and struck him square in the stomach. Literally. With what felt like an iron fist.

Before light could pierce through his vision, shapes began to form and dance around his head. His throbbing head. It hurt like hell, and he was certain there was a pretty good-sized bruise on his temple. Although he couldn't for the life of him remember how he got it, either the ground or blunt force. Probably a side effect of his injury. He recoiled in pain, hoping to find at least some sliver of comfort after coming to, only to find he was standing uncomfortably upright. Most of his body weight seemed to be supported by his arms above him. He moved them and was met with what unmistakenly sounded like a chain rattling. He'd figured he was probably cuffed if it weren't for the obvious splintered rope eating at his wrists. Mondo realized his shoes were missing when the icy concrete under his feet surged through his body, but at least he was able to release the tension from his sore arms, finally able to comprehend his condition. Hanging by the wrists on a meat hook, maybe? Mondo recalled something like this happening in a horror movie he and Daiya used to watch on Halloween, only the victim wasn't hung by their wrists. Mondo was slightly grateful his captives weren't that fucked. Slightly.

As if his eyelids were anchored by boulders, Mondo was finally able to get a view of his surroundings and see the silhouetted owner of the gruff voice who brought him back from unconsciousness. The Diamond tried to speak but his throat was stuck together as if it was pasted with glue and shards of broken glass in some psychotic kid's art project. Only a hoarse groan escaped through his teeth.

"Ugh..."

"Well, looky here, boys. Sleeping Beauty awakens." the voice taunted. "Oof. That's quite a bump ya got there, boy." Mondo's face twisted in pain as a pair of fingers flicked his throbbing temple, earning a sea of gruff chuckles from the other men in the room.

Mondo swallowed, somehow managed to utter a noise through his hoarse, weighted throat as if he was speaking with a chest full of sand. "Hha...hoo ah...yuh..."

The man mockingly cupped a hand over his ear, grinning at the miserable boy. "Hm? A little louder, champ. I'm hard of hearing. 'Old man', as you said."

Mondo didn't try to figure out what the man meant by that. He didn't have the energy. He tried to swallow but to no avail. His tongue couldn't even produce saliva at the moment to help his parched throat. "W...wuhh..."

" 'Wuh'? 'Wuh', what, boy?" The man pretended to mull it over. "Wah...wah... Oh! Water? You want water, boy?"

Mondo licked his lips and let out a tiny hoarse cough as if to confirm the man's "guess". The man turned to the group behind him. "The boy's thirsty. Give him some water."

Another muscular man holding a plastic bottle approached Mondo with the same sick grin as the first man and unceremoniously poured the water over Mondo's head. His body slightly jolted at the sudden action as if naturally trying to get away from the cold liquid. Of course, no prevail, much to the men's amusement. Mondo's pompadour draped over his face, the water sticking no matter how many times he may shake it.

"Aww, you ruined his pretty locks." said the first man in mock sympathy. "So sorry, boy. Must've taken hours to do." He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a canteen. "Alright, here ya go, boy."

The man pressed the nozzle over Mondo's lips, who greedily began chugging. It was then when he was immediately struck with a foul taste on his tongue, and he spat out the beverage onto the floor, followed by the remaining contents of his stomach. He coughed and gagged, feeling much worse than before. The men laughed again.

"I guess some "men" just can't hold their liquor." the first man chortled.

"Fug yoo..." a whisper crawled from Mondo's throat. Even he didn't hear it, but sure enough, it met with the ears of the other men.

"What was that, boy?" the first man towered over Mondo, who scowled through his eyebrows and mangled hair.

"Fuck...you..." the Diamond hissed as if his voice was poisonous. A stupid thing to say in his position, but Mondo was prepared to die for it.

The man snatched a fistful of Mondo's wet bangs and forced his head back to meet eyes. Mondo heard a small metallic sound, followed by something sharp being pressed against his throat. It didn't take long to decipher what it was.

Before the man could do or say anything else, another male voice thundered from the lit doorway.

"He's awake, I take it?"

The first man's eyes widened before turning toward the new man. "Y-yessir." A superior, Mondo thought.

Sure enough, his suspicion was correct in a way Mondo could not be proud of himself for. The men parted, making a small path for their boss to enter. From the towering heads, Mondo was able to see the man in full form. A taller, brawny man with short black hair and piercing blue eyes as if they were made from hell flame. He was shirtless and wore bandages around his abdomen like the Diamonds and other gangs, but his shoulders were draped in a grey trenchcoat, and he was covered in tattoos. The vice leader of The Deadly Grey Reapers. Mondo remembered seeing a bigger man, the real leader, who always accompanied this one. For some reason, he was nowhere in sight.

"Good." the man approached Mondo slowly, making sure each step added more and more growing intimidation, if not to Mondo then to his subordinates. They all lowered their heads and stared at their feet. Mondo internally scoffed. How pathetic. To have to intimidate your members in order to control them. Daiya never had an issue with insubordination, and it wasn't because he was soft or weak as other gangs believed. Daiya treated his members as if he was one of them, and he was. He served them, not the other way around. 'A true leader walks among his people, not above.', Mondo remembered his brother saying. If he were here, he'd talk some sense into these so-called "men".

The grey-clad man finally reached Mondo, towering over him as if the Diamond was a mere insect that needed to be squashed. "Mondo Owada. Do you remember me?"

Of course, he did. It was only a few hours ago that night, longer depending on how long he was knocked out. A typical heist near the shopping district, followed by a classic case of wrong place wrong time, which in turn turned into a turf war. Maybe a few steps were missing, but those were the only ones that mattered right now. In the end, the Diamonds were victorious and made haste before the cops showed up. What happened afterward Mondo could take a few guesses.

He said nothing, furrowed eyes fixed on the man as if his looks could speak for him.

The grey man cocked a brow. He didn't smile. "What, they finally cut out your tongue?" he said unhumorously "It's disrespectful to stay silent when asked a question, boy. I took the effort to remember your repulsive name. Didn't your brother ever teach you to respect your elders? Oh wait, that's just not his style, is it?"

Mondo's brows arched deeper against his violet eyes. Still, he chose to be silent, although the need to smack talk the older man for disrespecting his brother was clawing its way through the back of Mondo's throat.

The man shifted the toothpick sticking out between his lips -Mondo had always thought about shoving that toothpick down the man's throat every time he sideglanced Daiya- to the other side of his mouth as he glanced down at the young biker's feet.

"Why is he all wet? And why is there vomit on my floor?" the boss asked coldly, barely turning his head to imply he was speaking to his subordinates. The men glued their eyes to their feet, making only subtle glances at each other, almost urging one of them to speak up before things got messy. Finally, the man that Mondo woke up to opened his mouth.

"H...he said he was...thirsty, boss." the man's voice quivered as something wet splashed onto the ground below him "S-so, we gave him some..."

The grey man glanced over at the empty plastic bottle and flask near the mens' feet. He let out an exasperated sigh with an almost disappointed tone. "I thought I told you not to harm him."

The first man gulped. "U-um, w-we didn't-"

"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?!" the grey man shot a glare over his sticking-up jacket collar with eyes like icicles shooting across the room and into the other man's chest. He was forced to look at his boss this time.

"Wh-wha-!"

"When I said not to harm him, did you think you could draw a loophole or somethin'? That I wouldn't notice if you did anything at all other than subdue him as I told you to? You thought you could get away with it?"

A shadow cast over the first man's sweating form. "Uh, w-well, boss, ah...h-he gave me and the boys a...rough time back there, a-an' w-we-I-I thought that m-maybe we could h-have some fun w-wi-"

KRRSK

Silence swept across the room. Mondo would've thought he'd gone deaf from the sickening crack if it wasn't for the sound of droplets falling from the grey man's knuckles and forming a puddle onto the concrete floor. The same color that stained the wall before him with the limp form of the first man. The back of his skull had been cracked open like a melon and blood poured from his face onto his lap. He was dead.

'One hit...he killed him in one hit...' Mondo thought. If he anything left in his stomach, he would've made a new mess over his old. Instead, all he could do was stare with unbelieved eyes and parted lips. He'd seen bloodshed many times, but not like this.

The other men barely flinched, which only deepened Mondo's growing fear. Was this a common occurrence?

The grey man flicked his hand, spraying the remaining wet beads from his knuckles before wiping them with a cloth he pulled from his pocket. Two other men made haste to drag the bloody corpse from the room, others followed behind, leaving only Mondo and the grey man alone.

"That give you a pretty good idea about how this works, boy?" he shoved the bloody rag back in his pocket, "I imagine this is your first time with a real gang, so I decided to give you an illustration. That, and I just hate wiseguys."

Mondo knew he had to look at the man in the eyes to avoid severe punishment, but he couldn't tear his vision away from the red stain on the wall. The longer he stared, the more he realized gruesome details like teeth and pieces of broken skull with dark hair still attached scattered across the floor. When Mondo was finally able to find his voice, he spoke as steady as he could.

"What do you want from me?"

"Glad to see we're on the same page. Maybe there's hope for you after all." The grey man began pacing back and forth, "It isn't about what I want from you, more what I want from your brother. He's done me a great pain this evening. I want to deliver the same onto him."

Mondo raised his brow, eyes fixed on the man as to assure himself he heard him correctly. "Pain? In what, the heist? It was a simple robbery. Just in and out the plaza. It didn't have shit to do with you, but you guys decided to turn it into a turf war, and we kicked your asses. None of us were stupid enough to stick around when the cops showed up. And here you are, taking it out on me like a pussy. If you want that shitty plaza in the middle of nowhere just barely off the highway, be my fucking guest, just leave me out of it."

A pair of boots stopped dead in their tracks. Mondo was facing the grey man's back, the aura darkened around the room as the man spoke in a voice like molten gravel.

"You think this is about that stupid plaza?" the man's knuckles turned white against the faded crimson. "Do you remember my brother?"

His brother? Was that the man Mondo remembered seeing with him all the time? The true leader of the Grey Reapers? That's his brother?

"Isn't he the leader here?" Mondo asked unsurely.

The grey man turned back towards him, eyes shadowed over his face. "He was," he said in a harsh whisper, making sure to put extra poison into that last word.

" 'Was'?" Mondo didn't really need to ask what he meant by that, he could figure it out quickly, but he had to be sure.

"He was killed. After the cops showed up, and you hightailed, the rest of us Reapers stayed behind and fought. We could've scattered like you cowards, but my brother wasn't having it, and we put up a pretty good fight. But one cop aimed his gun at me, and my brother jumped in the way. Bullet went right through his head. I still remember the cop's face."

Mondo's face widened, almost sympathetic. He knew he'd heard gunshots and the sound of battle behind him, later drowned by his bike engine. It wasn't a sound he was unfamiliar with, it was an adventure like he was living in one of those action movies. The thrill of gunshots behind him, police sirens, thugs shouting. It's almost euphoric. But it never occurred to him the danger, death, and loss, the true bloodshed that came with it. With being in a gang.

"But...why me? What does this have to do with me?" Mondo asked

"Your brother needs a lesson. A message." the grey man glanced over at the red stain "An illustration. Everything happens for a reason, I believe. My brother died so I could live and become the leader. Your brother left you behind so I could punish him through you. The pain and helplessness I felt that evening, your brother will never understand until he feels it for himself." He towered over Mondo with intense eyes.

"So, what are you gonna do, kill me?" The biker tried to ask with masked bravery, but he wasn't sure if it came off like that. He heard another metallic sound, the same one he heard before.

"It would send your brother a message." the grey man said pressing the pocket knife against Mondo's throat "But I'm not going to give you what you want, a quick death. Like I said, I want to give your brother an illustration. Do to you on the outside what he did to me on the inside."

"You're wasting your time. He'll come back for me." 'He always does.', Mondo thought the last to himself in shame. How weak he really was.

"I have no doubt he will. But when he does, he won't find his brother. He'll only find a broken kid who shares the same blood."

"You...you won't break me. I'm-"

"-A Diamond? No one can break a diamond, is that right? But I can see right through you. You're not a diamond, not a real one. You're just a shiny piece of glass. And glass can break just as easily as bones. For instance,"

Pow!

Mondo yelped in pain with a sharp gasp as something hard rammed into his abdomen with a sickening crack. His knees buckled beneath him as his wrists once again were forced to support his body weight. Mondo could only take in short breaths, he was sure a rib was cracked. Horror crossed his mind when he remembered how easily that other man died from one punch. He was holding back.

"See? A real Diamond wouldn't crumble like that." the grey man said. Mondo winced as he grabbed a handful of his hair, hoisting his head up to meet eye contact. "You're going to break, Mondo Owada. You're going to be cracked. And what happens to a diamond when it cracks?"

Another blow landed on Mondo's midsection, this time definitely breaking a few more ribs. Mondo could only let out a small whimper as he bit his lip, fighting back the urge to cry.

"It becomes worthless."

[katsukikitten]

The fact your ask box says "love" makes me swoon over (◍•ᴗ•◍) Could I have yandere!Shinsou Hitoshi with a darling who forgets that he needs a lot of attention sometimes? Maybe she's in the support course and is worse than Mei and works 24/7?? Love the shigaraki x yandere reader and the content you post(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Oh thank you so much bb!! I'm glad you enjoy my content. That shigi post was actually my very first yandere piece! Have a nice background of your papi that I made! Um also it implies a little bit of smut please forgive me.

Cool cat eyes rove over your form as icy rage stirs in a normally empty chest. The gaze goes wholly unnoticed by you as you work day in and day out in the cramped, too hot lab with a much too friendly male partner.

He grits his teeth, nails biting into his palms as you yet again stand him up for what is normally your meeting time. 9pm.

Sharp.

Or there would be consequences, heavy consequences.

He tried to be understanding of your need to work long hours on your project for the upcoming university festival but to miss an appointment for the sixth week in a row, on top of working through your lunch break was entirely unacceptable.

He knew that you wouldn't know what was best for your health as he watches your tank top rise up much too high for his liking as you teetered on the top rung of the ladder. Rage blooming in his chest but never his features as he watches through the large window.

Eyes glued to the white lollipop stick that hangs from your mouth, tongue moving the sweetened candy from one side to the other. He does not need to be in the room to hear the sound of the hardened sugar clatter against bone.

His cock twitches as his eyes drink in the sight of you pulling it out, a small string of cherry red saliva connect to your darkened tongue and the pop before it breaks.

His eyes fly to the beta male in the room, who stares and tries not to palm himself.

The amethyst haired man begins to see red as he swallows thickly, reminding himself that murder is frowned upon among upcoming heros.

Still, what the fuck were you thinking darling? Wearing your cut off denim shorts that ride up the curvature of your ass, that he always, always always dicks you down in. Paired with a much too tight and much too low tanktop that shows off the tops of your breasts and lacy bralette.

"Imma head out Y/N!" The overly friendly asshole calls out to which you barely hum in his direction, meanwhile his eyes are glue to your ass as you reach higher.

Shinsou's fingers twitch at the thought of a thick column beneath them, pressing into tender flesh until bruises bloom in the shape of his palm and long digits.

Until that ever fragile larynx is crushed beneath the weight of his ire, of the onlookers audacity to even glance at what clearly does not belong to them.

Were the fucking blind? Did they not see the intricately woven eggplant rope that sat snuggly around your throat with a midnight purple pansy dangling from the front.

Did they think you wore it for fun?

No, darling, you wore it so other's would know.

But maybe you weren't educating them enough.

The moon rises high in the sky as time paces quickly for you but slowly for him as eyes remained fixated on the one thing he has ever given the time of day. The only thought that ever runs for his head long enough that it makes his heart flutter instead of the normal languid beats.

You

Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyou

YOU.

His heart pounds in his chest as another hour slips by as you tinker on that project.

That fucking project that he tries so hard to remind himself is what will help define your career, carve the path to greatness you deserve.

But you watch you so absorbed as you pop, yet another lollipop into your mouth, probably running off of the sugar alone, his stiff body is beginning to beg him to move.

Especially so as your phone lights up with his text, going forgotten on the desk as the upper half of your body is bent over inside of your giant mechanical project.

Your ass on display in front of the whole window, in a lab with great lighting but no survalence cameras and doors that are either always unlocked or can be picked easily.

A rare growl leaves his throat as anger gets the best of him. Feet finally uprooting his rigid body to stalk after you.

He tries the front door to the lab and as he thought it is unlocked.

He cool handle gives way to his command as his twists, pushing it open before shutting it quietly. Repeating the process until he reaches your door.

A keypad for "extra security".

"What a fucking joke." He scoffs to himself as he let's his fingers dance over the obviously worn keys figuring out the combination as the others look brand new. The door beeps a flashing green and he wonders if it will alert you. When it doesn't he shuts it softly behind him and waits.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes your peach was in the air for all to fantasize over causing him to grind his teeth.

And the worst part that he spies is that you don't even have fucking headphones in to excuse the fact that you could not hear your phone.

Hear the door.

Or hear him.

He thinks to grab one of your many disorganized tools to tap against the table to grab your attention but he cannot trust himself that he won't make said tool a permanent fixture on the dark wood top.

His eyes flicker to you as you're reaching, again, for something just out of your reach instead of moving the damn ladder.

Here you stood top of your class and would be top of the OSHA violations.

The ladder tips too far in one direction causing you to jerk instinctively in the opposite direction over correcting causing the metal to slip beneath your converse.

This was it, this was how you went. Your project a few bolts and a test from completion only for you to lie motionless with either a twisted neck or in a puddle of your own quickly cooling blood.

You squeeze your eyes shut, damning yourself for having such a small useless quirk before you feel a set of strong arms catch you. An extremely familiar scent wafts of sandalwood and lilac waft your nose before your eyes snap open.

The world outside of your machine finally giving in to gravity as you fall head first from the clouds.

Staring up at cool, unforgiving eyes has your heart pounding agaisnt your sternum, demanding to be let go.

With the look he is serving isn't out of the ordinary for him considering he always has RFB. But you see it. The small difference, the rage burning deep beneath that icy glare, the twitch of his lip and the harsh grip on your arm as pads of capable fingers dig into your frame.

A large part of you wishes you had just fell. Just snapped your neck clean in two on impact.

As anything was going to be better than what was about to come to you.

Fuck what time was it?

What day was it?

Seconds of silence fly by before your stunning brain finally catches up with your body.

"Wha..what are you doing here Shin-kun." You stammer as he screams the answer with his seemingly bored gaze.

You're late! In all caps from amethyst eyes.

You subconsciously finger the ceramic petals of your necklace.

"Its only eight thirty! I have half an hour still." You plead, honestly have no concept of time. Having lived in the lab for the past three days.

"Try again." He says coolly causing your stomach to fill with chaotic butterflies. His tone carrys with it hints of venom causing you to gulp. When you cannot answer he openly clenches his jaw.

"It's almost one thirty in the morning darling." Fear seizes your bones, freezes your muscles until you're as stiff as a board. Your eyes flicker between the two loves of your life, the blueprint come to life in the form of honed metal and him.

He who you promised you wouldn't neglect, he who you promised you wouldn't neglect yourself either.

He sure would take once glance at you, hair matted and thrown in a messy bun, white tank top stained with oil and grease, having had nothing to eat save black coffee and endless bags of various kinds of lollipops. Whatever the hell brand your lab mate brought in really.

And then there was his literally saving you from death.

It was busy for the two of you to meet and by the looks of his civilian clothes he might have possibly taken time off.

Oh.

Oh no.

Is written all over your face as his screams the opposite.

Oh.

Oh yes.

You knew exactly what he was thinking, what his next moves were as the scarves around his throat seemed to move on their own accord.

Your core and stomach tighten as the rough fabric weave around your wrists and ankles all the while your heart and mind scream for you to run.

Who knew when you'd be able to leave the confines of his large penthouse apartment. Barely able to sit on the balcony on his roughest days.

Panic overrides your desire to be held captive. To give in to his every demand and be safely locked away in his tower.

"W...wait wait...." Glistening eyes soley fixated on the metal, "I..I'm almost done. I can finish t...tonight!"

He stares down at you for a long moment debating if he should just take you anyway.

If he should steal you away to a place he knows you'll be properly cared for.

Nourished.

But smelling the desperation that comes off of you in waves has his stomach twisting and his hero heart yelling at him to do the right thing.

Suddenly your redden wrists are free as the strips of fabric find themselves neatly settled around his neck once again.

"Fine." Your heart soars as he sets you to your feet. Implying what you had hoped he would allow all along.

You were close. So fucking close to being done, to needing a session of being locked away in his care for awhile.

But this had to be done first before you became his princess once more.

He pulls up a stool to watch you, perching atop it like a swishing tailed cat. Eyes lazily half open but undeniably focused as you hesitantly got into the mindset of working again. His gaze and smirk carry some malice as he speaks, your attention wholly on him a final time.

"But after tonight you're going to be with me for awhile darling ."

[spaceguybob]

Oniwaka in the Mountains - Date scenario / Fanfiction - PART 3 FINAL

Later that day, you felt something that only could have been described as divine exhaustion. Oniwaka seemed much calmer and cheerful, his eyes following you everywhere like a cat, even caught him standing right behind you a few times when you turned around. He would flash you the biggest grin and find an excuse why he is behind you. Then you decided to let him do whatever he wants and waited, soon after the floor behind you creek, and a pair of big hands enveloped you from behind with his warm breath on your neck. You felt happy.

After preparing food, which was hard considering you had a big Oni glued to your back trying to interrupt everything you were doing, you and Oniwaka sat down to eat. After your very, very long shower, you both changed into loose t-shirts and lounge shorts, and you were amazed how much bigger and bulkier he looks in a simple white t-shirt. Dangerously handsome.

"You alright? You have been staring at my t-shirt all the time. What? Don't you like it?" Oniwaka asked confused trying to read your expression. "I'll just take it off then..." He started pulling the material up but you stopped him and explained. Your face turned bright red as you mumbled it out.  Oniwaka picked your chin with his hand to look directly in your eyes.

"So... I should keep wearing it and then take it off when we are alone, is that what you are saying?" He replied with a sly smile and laughed when you started protesting it was not what you meant. But he knew exactly what you meant, and from that moment he would do everything to catch your gaze. 

"Why are you embarrassed?" He asked at some point seeing you blush again.

Of course, you were embarrassed, and you knew Oniwaka did all those things to make it worse. You decided to take the initiative and you pushed him up the wall, which was hard considering Oni was a mountain of muscle but he didn't resist at all.

"Now what?" He said with a low teasing voice.

"You... You make me... Ugh!" Oniwaka smiled at your lack of words.

"You are so beautiful and handsome in every way and I love you!" You finally said and your words had an immediate effect on the Oni who started blushing himself and tried to wriggle away from your weak grasp. It felt a bit like holding a wardrobe that was about to fall.

"Why are you embarrassed?" You asked this time giving him a taste of his own medicine. But Oniwaka wasn't going to be teased that easily, besides he was much stronger than you so he easily grabbed you and picked up.

"Just... Just shut up" he said with a nervous laugh landing a kiss on your lips.

Once the food was served you are slowly joking and talking, Oniwaka would tease you, especially about the rice balls which you spent hours making to have them look like small animals.

"I wouldn't mind having food like this every day of my life." He added with his mouth full.

"Cute and fluffy? It does take a while to prepare..."

"No. With you." He replied slowly. You couldn't stop smiling after that. After the food was finished Oniwaka seemed even more relaxed, it was something you already noticed early. He loved his food and after eating a good meal would be happy.

With a small surprise ready you asked the Oni to maybe see if there are any board games around. While he was busy with that you washed the dishes and prepared tea.

Choji was very kind with helping you and the treats you brought with you could make anyone dizzy.

Coming back to the main room you saw Oniwaka being excited over a Go game board, then he looked at you carrying a tray and quickly got up excited.

"What do you have here?" On the tray, you prepared a plate with dango and mochi together with some of the special fruit butter and a drink for both of you. "Wha-! Oh man, I didn't have dango in years!" He stole a skewer before you even managed to lay the tray on the floor between you.

"Hey! Manners!" You jest at him with a pretend frow. Oniwaka just shrugs innocently with his mouth full then points at the Go board.

"I challenge you to... Mmm.. uhh... A go game" he said chewing.

You always enjoyed playing Go with Shiro who was good at it and would kick your ass whenever possible at it. Happily, you accepted the challenge, and you both spent an evening getting excited over who is going to win. At one point you managed to win three times in a row only for Oniwaka to take you easily in a next round. In the end, it was a tie between the scores. The Oni rubbed his hands a few times pleased and then stated he will prepare the bed. There was no argument at all that you are going to sleep together, and Oniwaka pulled out the largest futon he could find and set up the bed.

Meanwhile, you cleaned the rest of the dishes and turned most of the lights out. The outside was peaceful and serene as before. Once everything was checked you closed the door and went back to the kitchen to make sure everything is washed or in the fridge.

You heard a grumble and cough, twice now. Oniwaka was trying to get your attention. Already in bed, completely naked with the duvet covering his hips and arms stretched wide in the air, his hands gesticulating for you to come, inviting. And there was this greedy, cheeky smile again. The Oni knew he can get whatever he wanted this way. You quickly undressed, turned off the main light leaving only a small lamp next to the futon and climbed into bed straight into his open arms burrowing your face in Oniwaka's chest. He was both soft and hard, and oh so warm. Within seconds he turned the tables and was laying on top of you, holding your head in his arms kissing your lips, then slowly your jaw and neck. His scruff grew anew since he shaved earlier and was tickling driving you insane. Soon with Oniwaka showering your body with tender kisses, and whispering into your ear how much he loves you, you fall into a long, deep and dreamless sleep.

*

Through your closed eyelids you could feel the light slowly creeping in, surrounding you.

A large, rough hand caressed your head, moving away from the fair from your face. You stop it before it goes away kissing the inside of the palm. Slowly opening your eyes you realize you aren't in bed at all. But wrapped in a blanket, next to Oniwaka sitting looking at... Oh your heart almost stopped seeing the mountains painted by the gold and crimson colours of the morning sun, another valley opened below before you. Surrounded by the blooming peach trees, it felt unreal. Oniwaka sitting next to you, with a mysterious expression, looking at you. He must have gently carried you to here, at the end of the tranquil valley from where you could see the whole mountain range.

"It's beautiful" You manage only a few words. "It's so beautiful." Rubbing your sleepy eyes, feeling a flush of emotions, trying not to show it. The sun slowly crept up your legs than your arms warming your whole body.

"I... A wish we could live like this... Together." You form the words slowly, maybe it's because your mind is still foggy and it all feels like a dream, but you say it anyway.

"Forever?" Oniwaka asks nervously rubbing the side of his hand. "Would... Would you like to be with me forever?"

"Y- yes!" You answer without hesitation reaching for his hand.

"I... Ah... I'm angry with myself. I wanted to..." Oniwaka was struggling to say why he felt getting angry on himself. "I... ah... thought about this for a long time and... It's nothing much because I'm really short on money but... "

He hands you a small wrapping he kept hidden away, his large hands trembling slightly and his face very red at this point.

"Would... Ah... I would like to watch the sunrise every morning with you from now on." Oniwaka says looking directly in your eyes, holding your hand, waiting nervously for you to open the wrapping. Feeling a hot flush in your chest, you unwrap the box and within it, you find a very simple silver ring, with a  lapis lazuli insert, polished to perfection, glimmering and changing colours in the morning sun. The Oni bit his lip nervously unsure what to do, you were unsure what to do, what to say.

"Oniwaka... I..." You start slowly holding the ring. Shocked and at the loss of words.

"You don't have to... If you don't want to." He interrupts you halfway. "I...I'm sorry... I'm an idiot." He turns his head away fidgeting slightly, but you pull the large hand to get his attention back.

"Hey, can I say something first?" You squeeze his palm.

The Oni glares at you with red eyes and a grey face.

"Oniwaka Houzouin, you make my heart very happy, You big idiot. Of course, I want to see the sunrise with you every morning, and see the moon set every night."

The shock on Oniwaka's face was so damn cute you had to smile, then passing him the ring you suggested he should put it on your finger. The Oni gently took the ring and slid it on, wrapping his both hands around your and kissing your palm, and your fingers. Then leaning towards to taste your lips with a smug expression.

"I made coffee while you were sleeping." He reached for a thermos and two mugs that were sitting next to him all along. You gladly take the coffee, filling the warm liquid fill your mouth and then the heat spread pleasantly through the body, cleansing the night fog.

"Hey... Listen." Oniwaka started with a softer voice, his eyes looking directly into yours. "Be patient with me, okay? I've never been close to anyone, I don't know how to behave. It's strange being just two of us... But at least now I don't have to... you know, worry about what I feel. And I can be there for you, and watch you sleep."

You smiled gently, and then move closer to him, having his arm around your neck, both looking at the sunrise.