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moumouton4 · 7 months

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Jealousy, Possession || Izuku Midoriya x reader

A/n : Prompt 27 of the Smutember 2023 ( Okay so this is not as smutty as I would have wanted, but I'm still very sick and I have a LOT of things to do as the mid-terms are coming my way. I hope you'll like it nevertheless. And if you want something with a similar plot, like a jealousy or a possessive character I'll do my best to write it, and make up for this one. As I said it took me a while to write I don't even remeber the beginning 😭 )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, mention erection nothing graphic, sex implied, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 1515

No one ever thought he, the kind and caring Izuku could be like that. I mean it was far from the personality everyone attributed to him to have. And since you were the type to be touchy-feely, people guessed it was fine to act the way they wanted with you ( within the boundaries of respect and consent of course )

But with time some people, the one who were closer to you noticed slight changes in his behavior. It started as nothing, like quick glances your way when your friends of the Baku Squad would talk to you, to slowly inching closer to where you guys were standing just to know what you’re talking about and also to be sure no one would get to close

It would have seemed impossible to anyone to think that Izuku was this jealous and possessive of you but it was so easy to be when you spent almost all your day with Bakugo, the one who never fails, the one who can do everything better than him. And let’s not forget Denki, he is just so funny, more than Izuku knew he could ever be. And Eijiro and Sero.

But then again something switched in him when he was seeing Eijiro’s arm around your shoulders, or Denki giving you a piggy-back ride. Even he knew that Katsuki was standing or sitting always closer to you than from anyone else and seriously it made the green haired boy’s blood boil in his veins. Seriously, at some point he just wanted to whisk you away from them and keep you to himself, for fear of you to realize how lame he was compared to them.

One day Sero patted you back in a comforting manner after you got a bad grade and Izuku literally growled lowly as he saw you both getting physically closer. he knew that it was utterly friendly but he couldn’t help it, his hand that had flown to his mouth stayed there as he tried to look away. But after a moment he just couldn’t help it and walked to you. At first he yawned, giving you puppy dog eyes, telling you he was tired - it was 3 pm - and that he wanted you to go take a nap “Excuse me… erm can we like erm step aside ? I feel really tired and I could use a nap” saying this he really hoped you would follow him and at the same time get farther away from Sero, who was quite the charmer when he intended to.

Though you didn’t get this and told him “Oh well go ahead and get some rest. I’ll come check on you later”

He didn’t want you to come later. He wanted you to come now. So he tried again “Y/n don’t you want to come with me now. It’ll be easier for me to rest if I have you close-”

“I promise I won’t be long” you cut him.

“Ughh…” he huffed as he started to get annoyed, his jealousy getting the best of him “You know what” he said sitting down next to you on the couch “I’ll start resting here”

These kinds of feelings were so new for him and he didn’t know how he could handle them without getting no one hurt in the process. His cheeks were lightly rosy due to his feelings and the shyness he had to suppress to speak out loud in front of your friend. He tried so hard to close his eyes and actually do as if he was really tired and trying to rest but he just couldn’t. Not when he was so close to you, not when you were laughing so hard at his jokes and not when Bakugo was making his way down the corridor towards you.

The blond haired boy didn’t do anything different in comparison to what he would have done any other day. He walked in his typical way, exhaled dramatically the way he always does and gave you and Sero a quick nod to greet you. But it seemed to be enough for Izuku to suddenly stand up and get a hold of your arm.

He really tried to stay calm, breathing slowly, reminding himself that you choose him and him only. But somehow he couldn’t help but think that if you wanted to leave him for a better man you would. Looking into his eyes you could see through his green orbs the fire that burned behind. He gently tugged at your arm / shirt, he needed to go now. He knew it wasn’t right of him to ask you this because you too deserved to spend time with your friends. But currently he couldn’t think of anything else than having you just for himself.

You quickly understood ( I mean it was about time 😂 ) that now was the moment for him to leave this place before his jealousy gets overboard but it was without counting on Katsuki’s temper “Why are you leaving so soon dumbass ? It’s Friday afternoon”

“YEAH !” screamed Denki who was just arriving with Eijiro and Mina “We’re going to celebrate the week-end with some drinks and good music”

As you were about to gently make your way out of this discussion, Izuku who was at your side still holding onto you pulled you against him as he said “Thank you but no” and with that he walked off, dragging you with him in the process. Needless to say that everyone - even you - were flabbergasted to have attended such a situation. And maybe even more stunned by the fact that it was Izuku they had just seen acting on a jealous impulse.

“Am I the only one who saw that or- OUCH ! Don’t hit me like this”

“Shut up Dunce Face ! I already don’t like this-”

“Come on Bakugo you can’t be even impermeable to the power of love-”

“Don’t cut me off when I’m speaking Shitty Hair !” the blond roared, he had known you for years and he didn't like how Izuku whisked you out of the room, even if it was easy to see that you weren’t really struggling against it. It was also very strange and unhabitual for him to see Midoriya act so… dominant with someone else. He knew he had to address the matter with you in a way or another but he had to find a clever way to do it. The redhead at his right did his best to help him understand that it was in human nature to feel self-conscious sometimes and that it could create jealousy. Something Izuku, like everyone, could be a subject too.

Meanwhile, Izuku was fuming from the inside as he walked you both to his dorm. He was so angry at himself for having let his feelings get the best of him though he just couldn’t help but feeling extremely possessive of you at the moment. As you sat down on his bed he sat next to you and cuddled up against your side as you both lied down. He nuzzled against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in of your parfum. It helped him calm down, but he still felt very clingy “Mine” he muttered “Only mine”

His cheeks were still growing very red as his brain registered the words that just escaped his mouth. But it wasn’t the only thing that made the heat run through his body. He felt very warm inside, he felt like he needed to assert what he had just said. He wanted to make you his, fully, in every possible way. And you could actually feel his needs throbbing against you and you knew you too were going to need him soon.

When you looked up at him, you found that he was already looking at you with intensity, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Unable to muster the words you just leaned in, selling your shared passion and promise for what was to come with a long kiss - that was pretty much awaited on your boyfriend’s side.

Let’s say that from there, even if he wasn’t one to talk a lot, he was one to act and so he did, all night, as he filled you with everything you needed to make your eyes roll in the back of your head, but also with every ounce of his love for you. Making you his over and over again until his brain couldn't trick him into thinking otherwise anymore.

Your body arched and writhed relentlessly under his assaults. He didn’t relent at any point wanting to prove himself to you over and over again. He was the one making you feel like this, not Denki, not Sero and not Bakugo.

Denki almost came back in the evening to ask you guys to come and enjoy the little party they decided to throw that night. Fortunately Eijiro prevented him from walking on your entangled and sweaty limbs as Izuku mated you. Denki would have been choked for life and Izuku would have never left his dorm anymore.

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reputationmunson · 11 months

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Crossing Lines | s.h x fem!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

series summary: steve isn’t your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating

chapter summary: your first date with Steve! and more :)

content: fluff, secret relationship, kissing, steve feeling insecure, mentions of eddie having a crush on reader, reader wears steve’s shirt, reader and steve being so in love it hurts, swearing, she/her pronouns, pet names, use of y/n, barely proofread

word count: 4.5k

a/n: IT’S FINALLY HERE! thank you for all being so patient with me and i hope the wait was worth it. (i also made steve softer than originally intended but i couldn’t help myself). also this is not the final chapter!!

thank you to @strwbrrydaydreams for listening to me talk about this chapter and for all of your kind words. i appreciate you so much ❤️

You had a date with Steve tonight. A date. With Steve Harrington.

The same guy who, not so long ago, acted like just you existing was to spite him, the same guy who acted like being in the same room with you was pure torture, and the same guy who groaned after every time you spoke.

He wasn’t that guy anymore, though. You hoped, at least.

Steve kissed you silly two nights ago. He slept in your bed, nothing nefarious, just two people who no longer hate each other sharing body heat and kisses under covers. Then when he left for work the next morning, he pressed a soft, barely there, kiss to your temple.

He called you that night and asked you on a date. Due to the fact that you were keeping whatever was going between you two from your friends, you decided on a night in at your place.

Just because you were staying in didn’t mean you weren’t going to put in any effort. You spent the whole day cleaning your apartment until it looked good enough to be in a magazine. You spent an embarrassing amount of time on your makeup until it was perfect. You even went out and got a new dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a simple sundress, but you thought it made you look pretty and you hoped Steve thought the same thing.

You had candles lit, popcorn for the movie popped, and a bottle of wine ready to be poured in case things were awkward.

There’s no way it won’t be a little weird going from barely being able to stand each other to…dating? You weren’t even sure what to call it. You knew you and Steve had to talk about it. You liked Steve, a lot, but there was also a bit of hesitation. He was so mean to you and he gave you a little explanation as to why the night of the wedding, but it was still confusing.

Would he be hesitant too? Would he freeze at your touch? Would he still be cold towards you?

Or would he be the sweet Steve you used to know?

You check the clock hanging on your wall and realize you don’t have time to worry about this as Steve would be here any minute.

Your leg bounces anxiously as you hear footsteps approaching your door, followed by a knock. You take a deep breath, unlocking and opening your front door. Your nerves disappear when you see Steve. He looks so handsome, something you can really appreciate now. He has his hands behind his back, like he’s hiding something.

“Hi” you quirk your brow “whatchya got there?”

“You’re gonna think I’m so lame” he cringes. “I already do. Did you get me a present?” you grin.

Steve chuckles at your excitement and moves his arms from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Steve” you whisper and your face softens. “How’d you know my favorite flowers?”

“You told Robin one time and I guess I never forgot” he tells you and hopes you don’t make fun of him for remembering a mundane detail, but knowing you, you definitely will.

“Wow” you breath out “you are so obsessed with me, aren’t you?” you joke and he playfully rolls his eyes. “Hey, you’re the one that got a new dress today” he teases. “How’d you know it’s a new dress? See, obsessed!” you counter and he throws his hands up in defense as a way to say “alright you got me. I might be obsessed”.

“Are you going to invite me in or just let me stand out here while you bully me?” He cocks his head to the side and you pretend to ponder over your answer. “I guess you can come in since you got me flowers”

Steve follows you inside and into your kitchen. You rummage through your cupboards trying to find a makeshift vase for your flowers while Steve admires you. He wonders how soon he’s allowed to kiss you. Does he wait until the end of the night? Or can he steal kisses throughout the entire date? All he’s been thinking about for the past two days is kissing you. He’s not sure he can wait much longer.

“Hey” he whispers, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “You look really pretty” he says and his hand cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, partially to try and convince yourself that this is real .“this is sorta weird” you mutter and his brows furrow. “Weird?” he questions.

“Not like a bad weird, just different. I’m not used to you saying stuff like that” you confess “Oh, sorry. You look so bad tonight. Truly horrendous” he jokes and you stick your tongue out at him. “Meanie”

“Let me make it up to you” he says, stepping closer so your bodies are pressed together. His lips brush over yours, but he doesn’t kiss you yet.

“So pretty” he mutters against your lips. Your hand cups the back of his neck as you decide you can’t wait much longer and press your lips to his.

As you kiss Steve, you realize there’s no point of return. There’s no world in which you could go back to hating him, or even just being his friend, after you know what it feels to be kissed by him.

A simple kiss has never made you so weak in the knees before or made you feel like you had a zoo of butterflies in your stomach.

The hand not on your cheek moves to rest on your lower back, keeping you as close as possible to him. You can’t help but smile, totally messing up the kiss. “Sorry” you chuckle and he rests his forehead on yours. “It’s okay. I’d smile if I was kissing me, too”

“Oh my god” you groan before chuckling. “You’re insufferable, Steve” you kid, no malice in your tone.

“So insufferable” he jokingly agrees. “Do you wanna watch a movie now?” he asks, nodding in the direction of the living room. “yeah, um, but, is it okay if we talk first?” you nervously ask. “Yeah, sure. You’re not breaking this off already, are you?” he jokes and you shake your head. “No it isn’t like that. C’mon, let's sit.” you grab his hand and lead him to sit on the couch.

“So,” you start and fiddle with the hem of your dress “I wanted to talk about us, I guess. I mean, not that long ago I swore you hated my guts and now you’re bringing me flowers and kissing me in the kitchen. I think it’s just making my head spin, ya know?”

“Yeah, I understand. When I was buying flowers for you I kept thinking ‘this chick used to drive me crazy and now I’m picking out flowers and can’t stop thinking about kissing her’ and don’t get me wrong you still drive me crazy, but just a tiny bit less now that I get to kiss you.” he responds and grabs your hand that nervously fiddles with your dress. “Do you want this? Us, I mean.” he asks.

“Of course I do. It’s just-ugh- I’m scared because what if we move too fast? or what if you have this image in your head of me and I turn out not to be that and you go back to how you used to treat me? And like I said before it’s a little weird, right? To kiss and hold hands? I just get scared that I’m gonna reach out to touch you and you’re gonna pull away.”

“Yes, it does feel a little weird, but we’ll take this as slow as you want to, okay? I wanna be the guy you deserve. I know I can be an ass, but I’m gonna treat you the way I always should’ve treated you.” he promises, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“You really can be cheesy, you know that?” you tease. “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”

“Baby” you repeat, your voice soft and sweet. “I’ve called you baby before” he states. “Yeah, but when we were fake dating. I know that you mean it now and it’s nice.”

“I’m sorry” he says and you look at him puzzled. “For?” you ask. “How I used to be” he clarifies.

“Steve, you’ve already apologized. It’s okay” you assure him. “I know I have, but it doesn’t feel like that’s enough. I wish I could change it. Go back in time and smack myself upside the head.”

“Oh, I’d love to do that too. Smack you, I mean. Not me, I’m perfect. But, we can’t change the past, so let’s focus on the future. Starting with watching a movie because this popcorn is probably cold and stale now.”

Steve quickly pops a movie in, some cheesy horror that you’ll both make fun of. He lays behind you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your waist. It feels nice. Better than nice. You fit together perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

As you watch the movie, he occasionally peppers kisses along your jawline or your shoulder. Sometimes you turn your head to give him a proper kiss on the lips, which turns into a brief makeout session before turning your attention back to the movie. ‘Slow, Harrington. Take it slow’ Steve thinks to himself.

Steve knows that he loves you. He thinks he’s loved you since he met you. He doesn’t think you’re there yet, though. Hell, he hasn’t even asked you to officially be his girlfriend. How much longer should he wait to ask you that? He doesn’t want to ask too soon, but he’s also not sure how much longer he can hold it in.

If he can’t tell you he loves you, he’ll definitely show you. He’ll buy you all the flowers in Hawkins, he’ll hold you and kiss you until you shove him off you, he’ll do anything to show you and make up for the past.

You and Steve are fast asleep when there’s a knock at your door. By the second frantic knock, Steve stirs, but thinks it was maybe just part of his dream until there’s a third knock followed by a voice that’s too familiar. “y/n! Open the door!” Robin exclaims.

Steve shakes you a little to wake you up. “y/n, wake up! Robin’s here!” he whisper yells. “That’s not funny” you mumble, still half asleep.

“Hello! I know you’re home!” Robin yells and your eyes widen before you jump off the couch.

“Fuck! What is she doing here?” you ask, frantically blowing out the candles you lit for a ‘romantic ambiance’.

“I don’t know! It’s your apartment! Did she tell you she was coming over?” he asks, still whispering. “No, it’s Robin. She always comes over unannounced.” You quietly move to the kitchen, dumping out the popcorn and hiding the flowers in a cabinet. “Quick, go hide in my room. In the closet” you tell him.

“Why in the closet? Why can’t I just sit on your bed until she leaves?”

“No arguing! Closet, Steve”

He doesn’t argue any further, he quickly and quietly goes to your bedroom and squishes himself into the tiny closet.

You gather yourself before opening the door to see a frantic Robin on the other side.

“Hey, Robs. What’s up?” you try to sound casual. “I’m so bored, y/n, ugh and today sucked so bad! Work was awful and I dropped my burrito on the ground and- why are you wearing a dress?”

“Oh, um, I just bought this, so I’m trying it on. Do you like it?” you ask, hoping she doesn’t ask anymore questions. “You look great, duh, but why is your makeup still on, it's like ten at night?”

“Just testing out some new makeup, ya know. I had zero plans tonight so I figured, why not?” you lie, but she seems convinced. “Makes sense, I guess. Since you’re free, do you wanna have a sleepover?”

“Oh, I don’t know-” “pleasepleaseplease” she begs like a toddler and it’s clear she won’t be leaving any time soon. “yeah, okay. Tell ya what, go wait out and my car and we’ll get some snacks. I’m gonna change.” you say, tossing her your keys. “Yay! Don’t take too long!” she says and walks outside. You lock the door behind her just in case and quickly go to your bedroom.

“Is she gone?” Steve asks when he walks out of your closet. “um, sort of. She’s waiting in my car because we’re having a sleepover, so you’ll have to leave like ten minutes after I do. I’m so sorry” you apologize and rest your forehead on his shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“It’s okay. Trust me, I know how Robin is” he chuckles and starts to rub your back.

“I had fun tonight. Even if it got cut short.” you tell him and he beams. “Me too.”

“Alright, turn around. I gotta get changed.”

“I can’t watch?” he jokes and you lightly shove his chest. “Face the wall, Harrington”

You change as fast as you can into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then give Steve the go-ahead to turn around.

“How do you still look so good? Don’t think I can let you leave now” He says, sauntering over to you. “You’re gonna have to. Unless you want robin to break down the door and find us making out.”

“Hm, very true. How about just one kiss then?”

“Okay, but then I really have to go.” you say and he pouts, but quickly pecks your lips. Then he pecks them again and again.

“Steve” kiss “I really” kiss “gotta go” kiss

You like this side of Steve and love how sweet on you he is. It makes everything worth it.

“Alright, get outta here. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” he promises and you plant one last kiss on his cheek before leaving.

You hope Robin doesn’t notice how flustered you are.

Although part of you wished you were still with Steve, it was nice to spend time with Robin.

You hated that you couldn’t tell her about this. She’s your best friend and you tell her practically everything. Guilt eats away at you thinking about sneaking around with Steve behind her back, but she would absolutely blow a gasket if she found out.

“You okay?” she wonders, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired” you lie, giving her a half-assed smile.

“Can I ask you something kinda weird?” she asks and you worry she might already know. “Don’t you always?” you respond and both of you chuckle.

“Have you seen Steve since you came back from the wedding?” she asks and you stiffen for a second, but quickly act natural. “No, I haven’t. One weekend was enough for me. Why?”

“He called me one day while you guys were there,” she starts and you wait for her to continue “and it just seemed like maybe you guys were starting to become friends”

“What did he say when you guys talked?”

“Basically that spending a weekend with you wasn’t the worst time of his life. He said you were funny and that his family loved you. Especially a little girl named Peneople. He really admired how great you were with her and please don’t tell him I said this he would kill me, but he thought it was cute, too, which drove him nuts.” she laughs

“He said that?” you hold back a smile, but you can’t stop the feeling in your chest. Like your heart just might explode. “Weird, right? I mean, coming from him. I really thought you’d guys come back and at least be acquaintances.” she sighs.

“Nope. Definitely didn’t come back as friends” you say, which technically isn’t a lie. You didn’t come back as friends, you’re more than just that. “Anyways, I’m exhausted, Robs. Wanna go to bed?”

After tonight, you really had no reason to be hesitant with Steve. You were all in.

It had been a week since you saw Steve. A long, dreadful week. You missed him, which is something you never thought you’d say, and you still had to poke fun at him for telling Robin that he thought you were cute.

You barely even got to talk on the phone with him. With conflicting work schedules and late-night shifts, it was difficult to find the time.

Luckily, you’d be seeing him tonight, but unluckily, all of your friends would be there. You love them dearly, you really do, but you just want alone time with Steve and you hate that you have to act like you don’t want to be curled up next to him all night.

You would be able to have a little alone time with him, though. He told you everyone would be there around nine, so you said you’d be there at eight in hopes to make up for lost time over the past week.

Your excitement got the best of you, causing you to show up at 7:30 instead and you hoped Steve wouldn’t mind.

Little did you know, Steve was counting down the seconds until he got to see you. He practically sprints to the door when you ring the doorbell, almost slipping in the hallway.

“Hi” he greets you with a big smile on his face. “Hi, Stevie. Sorry I’m a little early.”

“Oh, yeah, I hate that I have to spend more time with my girl”

My girl. He says it so naturally you can’t help but smile and feel all giddy inside. “You’re such a goof.” you say before leaning in to give him a kiss to say how much you missed him.

Both of you melt into the kiss and you feel the weight of missing him lift off of your shoulders. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you inside without breaking the kiss. ‘Impressive’ you think to yourself.

Your hands find a place in his hair, threading through the soft, brown locks. His hands grip your hips, occasionally squeezing your sides. You feel warm all over from his touch and his affection. You’re half tempted to tell him to call everyone and cancel.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe, which is more appealing than it sounds. You’d kiss him till your lungs give out.

“Mm, I missed you” he says when he breaks the kiss, pulling you in for a hug. “I missed you too, cheeseball” you reply and he snorts. “Cheeseball? What the hell does that mean?”

“Cause you’re cheesy. Cheesy Stevie”

“Please don’t let that become a thing” he whines. “Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t.” you say, nuzzling your face into his shirt. He smells like body wash and laundry detergent and his shirt is so soft you definitely need to come up with a plan on how you’re going to steal it.

“um, so, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to spend the night tonight? You could come back after everyone leaves or something.”

“I didn’t bring any overnight stuff.”

“You live, like, ten minutes away, babe. Grab your stuff and come back.”

“You must really want me here, huh?” you tease. “Yeah. I hate sleeping without a blanket stealer” he teases back. “I am not a blanket stealer.” you defend yourself and he laughs. “So is that a yes?”

“I suppose it is. Consider yourself lucky”

“yeah, yeah, I know. You’re the best and I worship the ground you walk on, blah, blah, blah.” He sounds like he’s being sarcastic, but he means every word.

“As much as I enjoy this, we’ve been standing here hugging for like ten minutes. Can we snuggle on the couch now?”

“You read my mind, pretty girl.”

Steve hated that he couldn’t kiss you, or touch you, or tell you how cute you look every time your nose scrunches when you laugh. He especially hated how close Eddie was sitting next to you. His forearm touching your thigh was driving Steve crazy. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Eddie has a tiny crush on you. He tries to hide his annoyance, but he isn’t doing a very good job.

His jaw is clenched as he gives Eddie a death stare. Eddie is oblivious to it, though, thankfully. You? Not so much. You can tell Steve is annoyed and you want so badly to assure him he’s the only one you want.

Eddie’s crush was harmless, it could barely even be considered a crush. You knew that and so did Steve, but he still let his insecurity get the best of him. He was never mean to you, he’d never treat you the way Steve did. Should you be with him instead?

As Eddie tells a story, he theatrically moves his arms around and in the process, he accidentally spills his coca-cola on you, causing you to gasp.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, y/n” he apologizes, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Jesus christ, munson” Steve groans and stands up from his seat. “It’s okay, Eds, it was an accident” you smile and assure him it’s okay.

“C’mon, I’ll get you a shirt” Steve says and you follow him to his room. Everyone is momentarily confused at how fast Steve jumped to your rescue, sharing confused glances at each other. They quickly brush it off, not thinking too much into it.

“You okay?” Steve asks once you’re in his bedroom. “It was coke, Steve, not battery acid. I’m fine” you giggle. “Are you okay?” you ask when you see the unamused look on his face.

“Yep” he responds in an irritated tone. “Steve, don’t do that. If we want this to work you gotta talk to me.” you rest your hand on his upper arm, giving it a light squeeze.

“I love Eddie, I do, but I can’t stand how much he likes you. I don’t like seeing him all over you when I can’t do anything about it.” he confesses.

“Steve” you sigh “thank you for telling me, but I don’t think Eddie likes me as much as you think he does. Yeah, we used to be a thing for like five minutes, but that was so long ago and it doesn’t even matter. I want you and only you.”

“But he’s so nice to you. He always has been and it makes me think you deserve to be with someone who’s always treated you that way, ya know?”

You step closer to Steve, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles. “Steve, please stop beating yourself up about that. I swear I forgive you, okay? Call me crazy, but I’d go through it all again just to be where we are right now” you promise, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“And you call me the cheeseball” he playfully scoffs. “I’m sorry for being weird. It’ll probably happen again” he says and you giggle. “I know it will. Now can you get me a shirt? I feel sticky.” you whine.

“Here” he says, handing you a t-shirt with a faded basketball teams’ name on the front. “Thank you. Now get back out there before they get suspicious” you tell him and he nods in agreement. “I love them, but I can’t wait for them to leave” he says with a sigh before leaving his bedroom. You couldn’t agree more.

“What took you so long?” Robin asks once Steve returns. “Couldn’t find a shirt up to her standards. You know how she is.” he replies briefly.

You come back out moments later and Steve can’t wait to tell you how good you look in his shirt.

After the longest hour of your life, everyone eventually went home. You rushed back as quickly as you could from picking up some things at your place and you hoped that no one decided to come back once you got to his place and question your reasoning for being there.

Steve left the door unlocked for you, so you entered without knocking and find him cleaning up the mess left behind by the neanderthals (Eddie and Robin to be specific).

“Hi, handsome. Need any help?” you ask when you walk into the kitchen. “No, I’m pretty much done. You can go get in bed if you want and I’ll be in soon”

“I gotta do my skincare routine, then I’ll be ready for bed”

“Skincare routine? What do you gotta do for that?” he asks out of curiosity. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Once you’re in the bathroom, you pull out all of your necessities out of your bag and Steve carefully examines each of them.

“Do you wanna do it with me?” you offer. “Only if you do it for me”

You pull a scrunchie out of your bag and pull Steve’s hair out of his face. “What do you think?” he asks, referring to his new hairstyle. “You’ll be starting a new trend in no time” you kiss the tip of his nose and he hums in appreciation.

You take him through each step of your routine, carefully massage the products across his face.

“Mm, feels nice” he lets out a relieved sigh. “And you do this everyday? No wonder you’re so happy all the time.”

“Yeah, that’s why” you snort. Sure, it’s relaxing and brings you peace, but the real reason you’re so happy is sitting in front of with half of his hair in a ponytail being pampered by his own personal facialist. “All done. You look pretty good if I do say so myself”

“I feel like a million bucks, honey. Can we go to bed now?”

“Mhm, let’s go. I’m exhausted” you reply and quickly gather up your products, putting them back in your bag.

Steve dramatically flops on his bed, opening his arms as an invitation to join him. You accept his invitation immediately.

Your head rests on his chest and one of his arm wraps around you. The sound of his heartbeat soothes you, you’d like to think that it’s beating a little fast because of you.

He whispers your name and you hum in response, half asleep. “Are you awake?” he asks and starts to rub your back up and down with his hand.

“Barely. What are you thinking about?’’

“I know we talked about taking things slow, but if I’m being honest, I’m dying to ask you to be my girlfriend and you can say no, but-”

“yes” you interrupt. “What?” he asks, unsure if he heard you correctly.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, dork.” you clarify, then press a kiss to the column of his throat.

“I call you baby and you call me dork. How is that fair?”

“Get used to it. I’m your girlfriend now”

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joyswonderland1108 · 1 year

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“You guys have changed”

Hi hello, i’m back again with my “this fandom is shitty” rant.

On today’s live (or yesterday depending on where you live) Joon said this very sentence after reading some comments and what can i say? Surprised? Not the slightest, if anything y’all already know where i stand when it comes to this fandom.

“Yoongi marry me” “I’m X member’s wife” “Touch your nose if *ship* is real” “Speak English”, etc etc..

Let’s talk about each “category” separately.

“Marry me” “I’m X’s wife”

It’s okay to joke once or twice about one thing but when it gets too repetitive.. Why the fuck do these boys even bother coming live if every other comment is “marry me” or “I’m X member’s wife” at least be original? Make it funny? Stop maybe assuming that they even want to get married or even intend on marrying the opposite gender?

I’m going to set the point on my last sentence here. At some point it starts to get a bit too offensive when the boys keep on trying to share things that are personal to them, whether it’s in a direct way or indirect way, just for this fandom to completely misunderstand them or not even bother trying to understand in the first place. It’s bad enough that the boys can’t really say things literally as they are but they still try to get the message out there just for this fandom to completely dismiss it and not give them a chance to be understood, but the fact that they also have to remind them through direct comments that they don’t give one flying fuck about what the boys are trying to share with us, trying to let us understand.

Yoongi didn’t say that "i focus on personality and atmosphere, i don’t have an ideal type and it’s not limited to a girl” Just for your asses to be commenting “I’m Yoongi’s wife”, i bet if one of y’all sickos could’ve thought about switching the heteronormativity in this “joke” at least once despite being a woman yourself and go for a “I’m Yoongi’s husband” that would’ve made him smile for the sole reason that it’s not the same bullshit he sees every single time.

I remember a few days ago i came across a snippet from an SKZ live on tiktok, well it was originally Bangchan’s live and Han decided to join

The way they had fun with that question, the way they just answered it like it was just another monday, the way it didn’t feel annoying, the way it was an open door for them too to crack jokes with stays.. Lemme just tell you beforehand that stays are original and so far from what i noticed their comments are mostly fun they also like to mention memes in the comments to which, i believe usually it’s Bangchan, who actually let’s them know that he DID see this and that, that he did see some edits, etc.. It’s basically a whole conversation in the comments not the same lame ass jokes every single time.

Mentioning other idols in the comments..

And for what? If said idol has NOTHING to do with the members, why even bring up their name? If it wasn’t part of some type of collab, some type of acknowledged outing, or something similar why are we even talking about someone else in the boys lives what are they? A directory service? Mentioning the collab with Charlie Puth to JK is OK, mentioning the collab with Psy to Yoongi is OK, mentioning the collab with Taeyang to Jimin is OK, mentioning the collab with So Yoon to Joon is OK, etc.. but randomly mentioning some idol unprovoked?

I’m going back to a Bangchan live, the very recent one when he was asked if he saw how Jimin mentioned Felix in Pixid

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The question didn’t come out of nowhere, they didn’t just ask him about Jimin and called it a day, they precisely mentioned the part where Jimin mentioned Felix who is Chris’s (Bangchan) fellow bandmate and friend, also can you just see how genuine Chris’s reaction is? The way he was so happy to talk about that, the way he was so excited, the way he was just like you and i. And we did end up getting Felix doing the “Like Crazy” challenge after all

“Speak English”

Well no bitch how about YOU speak Korean for a change? YOU decided to stan a South Korean boy group and for all we know the official language in South Korea isn’t English, they don’t have to speak YOUR language or the language YOU best understand just to soothe your entitlement, if they do speak it from time to time it’s just out of generosity from them that they don’t even have to give to this shitty fandom.

It’s also the fact that they repeatedly keep on telling you that they don’t speak English or their English isn’t really good, that they don’t feel comfortable enough to speak English, but the comments keep on repeating the same bullshit order not even request, not only on every live but on the same live right after they say that they can’t speak English other comments pop up asking the same shit.

YOU go learn Korean, YOU go make the effort, they already make enough effort to give you high quality content, to stay in touch with a much undeserving fandom, to keep this fandom satisfied, you name it, so why on earth are we trying to burden them even more?

“Do this and that if *ship* is real”

No comment really.. It’s like the whole “blink if you’re being held hostage”, why the fuck would anyone with a sane mind think it’s okay to ask any member to do some type of sign to hint at a non-existent romantic relationship and to make it worse it’s sometimes about some very unrealistic pairings too, people they barely even interact with if not at all. Y’all go read some aus or something if that’s all you ever want from the boys.

Members could be talking about something serious, something touching, and the comments are basically just not caring about any of that more focused on getting their fantasy fulfilled. You should know that if the boys want to hint at something they don’t need a comment asking them to do it, if they’re trying to be cryptic or hint at anything it’ll spontaneously come from them, the same way JK decided HIMSELF to hint at “Letter”, it was his own decision, what HE wanted and if they want to hint at a relationship believe me you won’t even need to bother asking, they’ll be dropping the hints themselves and it’s up to attentive Army to notice.

I love how through years Jin, Joon, Yoongi and Tae have set some boundaries with Army, it’s like.. They’re already so fed up with all the toxicity and the entitlement, on the other hand our 3J are just way too fucking kind for this damn fandom, despite all the crappy things this fandom does they still manage to make time for us, manage to interact with us, manage to play a bit with us, jokingly flirt with us, heck Hobi gave us a whole boyfriend pov during his live and i don’t know if Army are actually dense or.. But do they really think it’s meant in a serious way? That JK being flirtatious some times means he wants to hook up with Army? That Jimin being kind enough to reply to silly questions makes him easy enough? Do they seriously not notice how they just genuinely want to make those interactions more fun but Army make everything regrettable.

Gosh i feel like i had much more shit to say about this but i’m already exhausted enough with long posts and my brain isn’t braining. Can this fandom get any shittier?

#I hate this fucking fandom #Youtube

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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years

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Scare Zone

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (reader is referred to as a girl a few times)

Summary: Eddie finds a flier for the first ever Hawkins Scare Zone and asks you to go with him.

Word count: 2824

Warning: established relationship, pet names, scare zone/haunted house descriptions, fake blood and weapons mentioned, clowns, fluff, very very light hurt/comfort.

A/N: Hello! This is my Halloween special! This is a little special in the same world and storyline as my series, Mixtape. You do not have to have read it to read this, this is a one-shot but the same reader from that is in this! I went to a bunch of scare zones when I was on vacation and I thought it would be fun to write about going to one with Eddie! I really hope you like this!

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“Babe!” Eddie called out as he hopped out of his van, slamming the door shut before bounding up to you as you sat on his porch waiting for him. “Sorry I’m late, pretty girl.” He said before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay Eds, I got some reading done while I waited.” You smiled up at him as you took the hand he presented.

“Whatcha reading this time?” He asked as he helped you stand up and led you to the side door of his trailer.

“Dracula.” You laughed as you followed him through the now unlocked door and into his bedroom. “It felt seasonally appropriate.” You smiled brightly up at him as you plopped yourself down on his bed.

“It definitely is.” He smiled. “You’ll have to tell me how you like it, I read it a couple years ago.” He said, digging for something in his back pocket as he stood in front of you. He pulled out a folded neon orange paper and started unfolding it, a goofy grin on his face. “I saw this flier at the record shop, I thought we could go.”

He handed the paper to you and printed in black ink it read “Hawkins Scare Zone: Every Friday and Saturday in October”.

“Scare Zone?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a quirked brow.

“Yeah! It’s their first time doing one of these. I think it’s where they have actors come out and scare you. I bet it’s gonna be lame cause its Hawkins. But I bet we can make it fun.” He said eagerly, nodding his head in encouragement.

You bit your lip in faux contemplation before shooting him a bright smile, “You’ll hold my hand the whole way right?” You asked.

Eddie beamed, “Of course! Gotta keep my baby safe.” He teased lightly. He took your hands in his and squeezed them lightly.

“Want to go to the one tonight?” You asked as you reciprocated the gesture.

Eddie nodded his head enthusiastically, “Oh yeah. We can get some burgers at the diner before and head over.”

So that’s what you did, and how you now found yourself standing in a long line of mostly older teens and young adults at the Hawkins fairgrounds. You were clutching your ticket tightly in one hand while the other was clinging to Eddie’s. He turned his head to you and took in the anxious expression you were trying to hide.

“Remember, they’re just actors babe. Nothing to worry about.” He whispered as he leaned in to leave a kiss to your cheek.

“I know, my friends tried to get me to go to one back in California. But I always made an excuse not to go. Our cat seems to get sick a lot around Halloween.” You chuckled with a somewhat bashful smile.

Eddie laughed as he let go of your hand to snake his arm around your waist, pulling you flush into his side as his other hand grasped the one of yours that he had just released. “Who knew that badass who went up against those demobats was such a little scaredy cat.” He teasingly whispered in your ear.

You smirked at that, “I’ll have you know I was terrified the entire time, I almost pissed myself when they started swarming.” You joked, Eddie threw his head back as he laughed and squeezed your side as the line started moving into the event.

The two of you followed the crowd as it grouped around some of the employees as they explained the rules of the event. You were currently in the main event area where there were concessions and some carnival games. Eddie pulled you over to one, the balloon popping dart game, and laid down the $2 fee to play.

He shot you a knowing wink before throwing dart after dart and hitting a balloon each time. Impressing you, and the employee working the counter. “Well, you win. Which one do you want?” He asked, pointing to the wall of stuffed animals.

Your boyfriend turned to you, “Which one dolly?” He asked with a proud smile on his face. You beamed and pointed to a stuffed jack o'lantern. “One pumpkin for the lady please.” He said to the employee who just rolled his eyes as he grabbed one of the stuffed pumpkins off the wall and then handed it to Eddie who then gave it to you.

“Thank you Eddie! Who knew you were so good at darts!” You exclaimed as you hugged the Jack O'Lantern briefly before Eddie resumed his previous hold on you, one arm wrapped around your waist as the other held your free hand.

“I’m full of surprises, sweet thing. Let’s go to the scares now though.” He said with a large smile.

Eddie led you through an archway that brought you into the scare zone that you would have to walk through to get to the haunted houses. You could already hear the distant sounds of chainsaws and manic laughter through the fog in front of you.

You squeezed the metalheads hand tightly as he pulled you forward. “I got you sweetheart.” Eddie encouraged as you walked into the foggy darkness. You heard the screaming of couples in front of you as you moved, causing the hair to stand up on your body as the anticipation got to you.

Suddenly a man covered in blood ran out of the darkness from your left wielding a large chainsaw as he laughed maniacally. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop the scream from escaping from your throat as you jumped and turned into Eddie as he laughed and he led you away from the actor.

“Keep your girl close.” You heard the man yell out in a gravely voice from behind you as you moved.

“Oh I definitely will.” Eddie called back, completely unphased.

You made it through the zone quickly with Eddie holding you tight to his side and now you found yourselves in the area where they held the entrances to the 3 houses they had. You looked at each of the signs: Simon’s Slaughterhouse, Phantom Lake, and Twisted Carnival.

“Which should we do first?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend as he thought. “The Carnival?”

“Definitely the slaughterhouse one.” Eddie said quickly, pulling you towards the house entrance.

The line for this one wasn’t as long as some of the others and you got into the area quickly. You walked in and you were greeted with the interior of a disheveled house. You walked through the blood-stained living room as an actor dressed as a knitting grandma sat in a rocking chair and told you how delicious you would taste once her son got to you.

“Hey, only I get to taste my girlfriend!” Eddie exclaimed, receiving an “Eddie!” as you flushed and pulled him into the next room. He laughed as he followed you, taking in the decorations around him as you walked through the numerous rooms.

You were walking down a particularly dark hallway and couldn’t feel where Eddie was anymore as he had dropped your hand. “Eddie?” You said quietly, there was no response. You tried to look around but you couldn't see anything as you squeezed your new stuffed animal tightly. Where had he gone?

Your nerves were starting to rise when all of a sudden you felt someone land behind you and grab both of your sides with a loud “Boo!” Causing you to scream and jerk forward into the next room.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart! It’s just me!” Eddie called after you as he followed you quickly. He grabbed your hand as you fled and brought you back to him. “I’m sorry baby. I thought it would be funny.” He chuckled softly as he pulled you flush with him again and kept walking you through the maze.

“It wasn’t Eddie! You scared the shit outta me!” You exclaimed as you were led through the blood stained room.

“That’s the whole point!” You heard the actor laugh at you as he pretended to saw a body in half.

“Sorry pretty girl.” Eddie laughed lightly as he brought you into the next room.

There were fake body parts hanging from the ceiling as you walked through a freezer and you had to brush past as you walked through. A figure jumped out from behind a fake torso, “You’ll end up here too!” He yelled as he brandished a large knife in front of you, causing you to jump and hide in Eddie’s neck as he led you out laughing.

You exited the maze and were now out in the event area that led to the other houses. “You better not try that again, Munson.” You scolded as you pulled Eddie to the next house, Phantom Lake.

“Hold on, what the fuck didn’t you just say?” Eddie asked with his eyebrows furrowed and an amused grin on his face.

It was much later, you had gone through the other house which was camp themed with a serial killer chasing you throughout like Friday the 13th and now you were waiting in the line for the last house of the evening, Twisted Carnival.

“The song is a song about a dance song. It’s like making a song about the Electric Slide song but Halloween themed.” You explained as you played with the rings on his hand that you were holding.

“The Monster Mash?” Eddie quirked his head with a fond smile.

“Yeah! The lyrics are about a guy walking through his castle while a bunch of monsters do a dance called the Monster Mash. The song we are hearing is not the song they are dancing to. We are listening to a song about monsters dancing to a different song called the Monster Mash.” You laughed.

“Babe, you’re blowing my mind here.” Your boyfriend explained before he pulled you close to him to leave a wet kiss to your cheek as you walked through the entrance to the maze.

You practically preen into the affection before Eddie jumped away from you, startled, as a small woman dressed as a clown jumped in front of you with a loud scream while honking a horn. You screamed in response, scared yourself, but were shocked by the yelp that came from your boyfriend behind you.

“Babe keep moving!” You heard from him as he pushed you forward, clinging to you from behind.

His voice sounded shaky and nervous. Was Eddie Munson scared? The man who had seen and been through so much a few months ago in the Upsidedown was scared in a haunted house? A clown themed one at that? The same man who laughed and joked his way through all the other houses you went through tonight was now holding onto you tightly as you led the way through the circus themed maze.

You smiled fondly to yourself as you felt Eddie’s sweaty hands squeeze yours as you walked through a door and into a dimly lit mirror maze. You took in Eddie’s expression as you caught a glimpse in a mirror in front of you. His eyebrows were both furrowed and raised high in concern, his eyes were scanning the room frantically, wide and scared, and he seemed to be mumbling something under his breath as he walked. You listened closely over the carnival music they were playing through the house.

“Are you singing Sabbath lyrics under your breath?” You questioned him as you walked forward, spying the next clown as he showed up in one of the mirrors in front of you.

“It calms me down!” Eddie defended, his grip on your hand was incredibly tight as he followed you though. You laughed lightly at that as you wound your way to the entrance to the next room, past the smiling clown. Eddie jumped as the clown lunged for him with a manic laugh, his Sabbath lyrics coming out quickly now almost like a prayer of protection.

The metalhead groaned once you entered the next room, it was a full big top circus with bloody, knife wielding clowns wandering through. They were laughing and screaming at the other patrons as they moved in front of you, occasionally chasing a few as they ran into the next room.

A particularly tall clown bounded up to you two, he was in a bright white and rainbow polka dot outfit with large shoes, he wore a bright green wig that jutted out in all directions and he was splattered with fake blood. He ran up to you and Eddie, an unnerving high-pitched giggle coming out of him as he thundered forward.

“Babe! Move now!” Eddie practically shouted as he took the hand he was holding and pulled you along behind him as he ran into the next room with the clowns laughing as you passed.

You pulled on Eddie’s arm to bring him back to you as you entered the next room. It was much darker and decorated like a dressing room and thankfully it was currently clown free.

“Hey, pretty boy, slow down.” You cooed, pulling him into you and placing a protective arm around him as you walked slowly through. “It’s alright, they’re just actors, remember?” You told him, rubbing soothing circles into his back with the arm wrapped around him, you handed him your stuffed pumpkin before grabbing on of his hands, effectively copying the way he had held you earlier to calm you down.

“Right, right. Actors.” Eddie mumbled, eyes still wide as he scanned the room. You thankfully seemed to miss the actor in this room, a nice reprieve for the metalhead.

Thankfully for Eddie, the rest of the maze wasn’t as clown filled and he let you lead him out into the fresh October air. He followed you to a corner with minimal people, his head hung slightly as he stood next to you.

“Sorry about that.” He said softly, avoiding your eyes.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, confused, as he handed you the pumpkin back.

“It’s not really attractive to have to help your boyfriend through a fake haunted house.” He sighed, fidgeting with his rings.

“Hey. Eddie, baby, look at me!” You demanded, his large brown eyes landed on yours, full of concern. “We came here to get scared and you’ve been helping me through this whole event! Is it unattractive to you that I was scared through the houses?” You asked, receiving a very quick shake of his head. “Then why would it be unattractive to me? Just means I know what scares the scary Eddie Munson.” You joked, poking his chest playfully as you smiled up at him.

A small smile broke on his face, “Great. Now you’re gonna try to scare me aren’t you?” He asked.

You gasped in faux offense. “Me? Scare you on purpose? What kind of girlfriend do you think I am? Can you believe he would ask me that?” You questioned to your stuffed pumpkin. “Jack is just as offended as I am at your suggestion Edward.” You said, barely able to fight the grin wanting to pull at your lips.

“Wow, wiping out the government name.” He smiled, “I’m very sorry for suggesting it, sweetheart.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You said, holding up your stuffed friend to face Eddie, who rolled his eyes.

“And I’m sorry Jack.” He sighed, but he couldn’t fight the smile he had as you beamed back up at him. “Ready to go home babygirl? We can watch a movie.” He asked as he draped his arm around your shoulder and started leading you back to the entrance of the event.

“Yes please! But no scary movies tonight okay? I’m all out of scares.” You said as you snuggled into him. “Can we watch Pretty in Pink?” You asked brightly.

“You said no scary movies.” Eddie joked, planting a kiss in your hair as you laughed. “Yeah, I guess we can watch it again, sweet thing. Anything for you.”

“So, what’s with the clowns if you don’t mind me asking?” You wondered as you walked.

“What do you mean? Clowns are beings of nightmares.” He said seriously, smiling as you laughed loudly. “But really, it was from my childhood. Old man brought me to a circus one year. It didn’t go super well.” He said simply and you decided now was not the time to pry.

“Thank you for a great night Eddie. Happy Halloween.” You said happily, stopping outside his van once you got there. You leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, something sweet and soft.

Eddie snaked his arms around your waist pulling you flush with him as he kissed you back hungrily. You pulled away with a cheeky smile on your face. “Not in front of Jack!” You teased, giggling as he rolled his eyes before he brought you back to him and found your lips again.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS: Deep Night ep. 7

The preview for this episode showed that a lot of focus will be on Wela (and, therefore, also Khem). I do hope I get some throuple moments as well. I mean, we just got a Seji and Pan kiss last episode (a kiss Ken saw) so there has to be some reaction to that in this one, right? Please, show, don’t disappoint me on this front!

I knew that girl would come back and bite everyone in the ass (not literally, though that would’ve been more fun to watch…).

The way James is standing between Great’s legs… I’m kind of annoyed we’ve only gotten crumbs of these two.

Seriously, iQIYI. Will you ever sub text messages and social media posts/comments? I won’t hold my breath, though…

Well, look at that! More Great and James crumbs! It’s funny how much I love them compared to the minimal crumbs we’ve been getting.

Fuck me! I’m 11 minutes into the episode, and this series is seriously making me fall in love with Seji and Pan’s relationship. So much so, I (of all people!) am questioning the thruple?! Hey, show, don’t fucking do this to me! I want poly! I need poly! Give me what you’ve been promoting, for fuck’s sake!

I don’t want to sway… *rocking back and forth*. I don’t want to sway… I need to calm down…

Btw, Seji is looking so fucking fine.

The way Seji hesitated before he said Pan was his boyfriend when he talked to Ken…

Poor Wela. His life is falling apart just because he wanted a job that paid well enough to pay off his dad’s debt.

At least he has Khem as emotional support.

Lol, people really have nothing better to do than take sneaky photos of others and whisper behind their backs. That’s so tragic…

Well, if that teacher was still Porsche’s daddy in Playboy, he would frequent the Deep Night Club for sure. As the teacher here, though?

Damn, Seji and Ken’s new routine looked like they were rolling around in the hay.

Hey, mom, where’s your girlfriend?

There she is!

Freya saying she’s old is the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard in this series. It’s even more bullshit than all the verbal diarrhea coming out of Khem’s aunt’s mouth every time she shows up… Freya is anything but old.

All this talk about Pan and Seji eating each other but not doing it is killing me.

Oh, here goes!

Fuck, they were interrupted…

The way Seji stepped in front of Pan and the way Pan is hiding behind Seji! Why is this series doing this to me?!

Why the fuck are they standing on that table or whatever while the others are standing on the floor questioning them about their relationship? That’s so weird.

James is basically suggesting poly without actually suggesting poly. I love this man. He and I are on the same page (even though this episode is giving me whiplash).

OMFG! Not Khem showing Pan a threesome! (Even though it’s pixilated as hell, it looks like a scene from Playboy, doesn’t it? The one with daddy Aob, Puen, and a client.)

Pan said he didn’t want it, but I swear, he’s thinking about it.

Wait a fucking second! Is he actually thinking about it? As in fantasizing about it?!

OMFG! Yes. Here’s Ken too!

I swear, if Pan ends up doing what I kind of joked about him doing, I’ll go to heaven faster than a fucking rocket.

Shirtless Seji!

Shirtless Ken!

Shirtless Pan!

I fucking love that Pan fantasizes about him being the center of this throuple. It could also be how it actually turns out, though.

Thank every higher power that I’m back on the throuple train again!

What? Freya?! I thought they were girlfriends…

Khem taking care of Wela is my favorite Khem. A little emotional support can go a looooong way.

Come on Khem, teach your mom a thing or two about love.

I get Freya, though. If we ignore that she’s only using lame excuses not to be with Meji… Sometimes it’s easy to be accepting of others (like Freya accepting that Khem likes another boy) but not be as accepting of ourselves (like her own feelings for another woman). It’s a good thing Freya had Khem to reassure her that it’s okay to love, no matter who it is.

All three in the throuple seem to be having a lot on their minds. Is the throuple finally throuple-ing? Are we finally getting some real progress here?

Wait, why is Great sitting on the floor and drinking by himself? Is he afraid to tell James what he wants (considering James’ comment earlier in the episode)?

Khem is Ticketmaster in the flesh, handing out tickets for the club’s re-opening.

They are deliberately hiding the throuple from the preview, right? Showing just a little bit would spoil the whole climax, wouldn’t it? Or am I just being delulu enough to actually expect poly in the next episode?

Honestly, the only thing I remember from this episode right now are the throuple moments. The moments between Pan and Seji in the beginning, James and Khem hinting at poly, and then Pan actually fantasizing about it (and getting a boner). They better fucking make it happen in the next episode (since it’s the last one).

It’s a good thing I think my clown car is pretty and smells much better than a Wunderbaum air freshener…

#deep night the series #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit #iq random thoughts

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hello! It's Winter! Have a great day!

A First For Everything

They had spent a peaceful and relaxing weekend together reading, swimming, strolling and just enjoying each other’s company. Even though it was only Sunday morning, Emmanuel was already dreading their upcoming week apart.

When Brigitte stood up to clear the table, he gently put his hand over hers. “Don’t! I’ll clean up. Just relax in the living room.”

She smiled at his genuine offer, but she couldn’t let him clean the kitchen by himself. Selfishly, Brigitte didn’t want to spend a second away from him, aware their weekend was coming to an end. “Let’s clean together.”

As Emmanuel dried a bowl, he turned to her, his cheeks blushing red. “I have a confession to make.”

She nervously gripped the counter, not quite ready to hear what he had to say. Automatically, her mind assumed the worst. She wondered if he had lied just to get her into bed. Maybe his feelings for her weren’t as deep as she thought. Am I just another notch in his belt? Did I read too much into this?

He wrapped his arms around her shoulder when he saw how anxious she looked. “It’s nothing bad. My confession is more … sexual.”

She sighed in relief, her stomach no longer in knots. “What is it?”

“I was wondering if ….” Emmanuel stuttered, “..if you'd be interested in having sex in the shower. You can say no! It’s just been a fantasy of mine since you and I became intimate. If you're ready, I'd like to try it.”

She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, not wanting him to change his mind if he overthought it. Of course, she would love to have shower sex with him. She wanted even more. Brigitte craved everything with him.

They quickly stripped off their clothes in front of each other. He stepped in the shower first, adjusting the temperature just the way she liked it. Once the water was just right, he reached for her hand and pulled her in. The water pressure was strong, drenching both of them instantly.

After teasing each other to the point neither of them could stand it anymore, he looked at her with bright, eager eyes. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Brigitte did as she was told, their combined strength forcing his body against the shower wall. “Are you okay?” She asked, making sure her weight wasn’t too much for him, even though she could feel how his muscular hands securely supported her ass.

“I’m perfect, are you okay?” Emmanuel asked, certain he already knew the answer.

“God, yes,” she purred. “I need you.”

Her nails dug deep into his skin as he entered her slowly. He gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he sped up his thrusts. "Please don't stop!" she begged as she wrapped her arms around his neck for more support. He could tell she was close. Keeping the same pace, he went as deep as he could until she screamed out his name.

She collapsed in his arms, finishing just mere seconds before him. With a loud grunt, Emmanuel came hard, emptying inside her.

After they were done, they remained wrapped in their towels, lovingly touching each other’s bare skin. Finally, Brigitte spoke up as they made their way to her bedroom. “What should we do with the rest of our day?”

“I don’t feel like sharing you with anyone. Can we just stay here?” Emmanuel confessed, not wanting to see or talk to anyone else besides his girl. He desired nothing more than to spend the day cuddling Brigitte in bed.

She smiled brightly, falling into his open arms, “that’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.”

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

You shouldn’t be called Winter but Summer! Hot Summer! (Lame joke, I know hahaha haven’t slept much 😄). But oh my, it does feel hot in here 🥵

Emmanuel being all shy about it and Brigitte literally dragging to the bathroom the second he said it... in case he changed his mind lol that’s my girl 🤭😂

What’s with shower sex that always makes everything look so lit? 🔥 Okay, I will take a shower now 😂😂

Thank you So Much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

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taikk0 · 2 years

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Does your little OC/Sona have a backstory (both fictional, and practically) ? I did see them in a murderous mood and it seems there was more in there... So I was wondering

Oh good question, but a couple of weird answers incoming-

So.. technically speaking, no he doesn't. Because I keep flopping around between at least three and none of them are canon, since I'm not really satisfied with either one of them.

However, I don't really think I consider them to be very important at the moment. Because I have a VERY brief outline of his story and you could easily not even think about the backstory because it doesn't really serve a purpose, and honestly I think I'd be fine with it just the way it is and keeping it that way until I find a compelling story to tell with the backstory being a major player.

Narratively speaking, yes. but I've made up the absolutely brilliant excuse of giving him amnesia and I made two memes about it not too long ago but I never posted them because I had no idea when they would become relevant so nows the time I guess:

All that out of the way though, The reason why I decided to not properly give him one is that I kind of grown to not really enjoy making characters having a huge chunk of their story being pushed to the wayside as "the backstory" because I think it wastes a lot of narrative potential and is only used as a backdrop to explain why a character is the way that they are in the story they were supposed to be a part of. It kind of makes it feel like the character had their own movie and the main story they're actually a part of is a crossover sequel with other characters with their own separate movies. So I'd much rather focus on what happens and becomes of them in the present. Which brings me to my next weird answer:

Their main story is the backstory???

It really isn't, but with the state of its current presentation, it might as well be (BUT IT ISN'T) let me explain- The timeline where most of the art I depict him in is scattered all around. In one artwork he's with the Krang, and in the next, he's with Leonardo, and after that, he's in a white void breaking the fourth wall.

But there is actually a timeline between them, it's just unclear and the art is their own stand-alone thing, but they are a part of the bigger picture, just very small "can be broken off and nothing would change because it's just a little twig that grew from canon but is not a part of said canon" branches

But I can say that the Leo art where they're just hanging out and being buddies with no bad blood between them is what becomes of Mix once his arc has concluded. Take it as sort of tidbits of an epilogue.

Though for full transparency here, Mikyomix isn't really a rise oc. He was just my sona that I inserted into canon because I bullied Leo on my TikTok story once, which led to me drawing them interacting for the first time. I didn't really give it much thought then, but now I can confirm that he does exist in the rise universe somehow despite breaking its usual conventions. He's a strange dude, and everyone takes note of it. What also adds to his peculiarity is that most of his lore started off as a joke, but it all ended up tying together and accidentally made sense. the pieces were there, it only took me a few months to realize that they weren't just ornamental, and I started piecing it all together. Just know that most of the jokey lore and character details I've made about him now serve a purpose.

But.. as much as I talk about it, I'm kind of torn between just keeping it my own thing and making the story I want to tell. It's super cheesy and lame and it's technically a self-insert, but at this point, there will be a time when the self-insert stops being a self-insert, where they get so far into the world and the events that happen to them within it that they start taking up their own form. It's not really you anymore, they're their own character. It becomes less about what you would do if you were in the same situation and more about how the character would react given their personal experiences.

That was a very weird tangent but it sounded too good to edit to fit everything else in so I'm keeping it. Anyways not only that, but also the fact that I'm a VERY amateur writer, and god knows how badly I could ruin the execution. I doubt that I'll ever write it in full, but I might occasionally post about it just because I can.

I had no idea where to put this in but I had to mention it for anyone more curious than they already are.

Mikyomix is a very simple character, but they still have depth. he's not complicated enough to have a very deep and complex narrative with hidden subtext that is worth a character analysis. But they're enough to serve a story dedicated to them.

also:

there is a more in-depth reason for this I promise I'm not just throwing darts blindfolded and hoping I hit something

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE STORY ITSELF #the last image with the color wheel made me gasp when i realized wtf i just did and its implications and how it somehow helped me shape-#-his character arc its so stupid 😭#fighting the urge to infodump about this stupid aliens character arc so hard that you can visibly see the veins on my forehead #yeah [color] represents his [eye-opening statement that would be long enough to be an essay]#taikko asks #mikyomix sona #taikko talks 2 much

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aetheternity · 1 year

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What are some of your favorite and least favorite genshin ships?

My favorites are the ones I always end up posting I'm a huge

Xiaother/Aexiao (Xiao and Aether) Al Haitham/Cyno (Haino/Cytham) Beigguang (Beidou/Ningguang) Ittosara (Itto/Kujou Sara) Chilumi (Childe/Lumine) fan

For ships I just like though it'd be Jean/Diluc, Kazuha/Scaramouche, Aether/Scaramouche, Albedo/Aether, Kuki/Heizou, Bennett/Fischl, Albedo/Xingqiu, Chongyun/Hu Tao, Zhongli/Guizhong, Eula/Amber, Xingqiu/Xiangling and Gorou/Kokomi. I'm kinda starting to like Kaeya/Dainsleif too.

Ships I hate most people know: Any Venti ships outside of KazuVen (Cause Kazuha is the only character I could see working well with Venti and being good as his partner.)

I hate Cynonari so much it's so boring as a concept: friends to lovers is a lame trope.

I can't stand Xingqiu x Chongyun while I like their dynamic to a degree and I think the ship makes perfect sense I hate how the fandom has made their entire relationship "two gay twinks" 🤢 (They're not even twinks the definition of the word directly contradicts what the fandom keeps saying about them being underage not that I expect Genshin fans to read.)

Razor x Bennett another ship the fandom has ruined. The shippers are rude as hell and they never get called out. Their relationship feels like a friendship nothing about it screams gay.

Kavetham because it feels like the two of them aren't allowed to have their own characters without being called gay and it's exhausting.

Eimiko same reason as Xingyun honestly. Plus I find it hilarious how everyone will call Yayato an "illegal" ship because of the age gap and power imbalance as if Eimiko doesn't suffer from the same fate. Plus Yae was raised by Ei so.. interesting.

Jeanlisa terrible ship name/terrible fans.

Zhongchi most of the fans don't listen to the actual chinese fans when they say that Zhongli giving Childe chopsticks was not an act of love. Also I just think the ship only exists to sexualize both guys as much as possible.

Ittogorou I just ugh I hate this ship it's so overly sexualized like I like gay ships with an abundance of romantic tension. Plus it only exists because of one voiceline and an in game joke that isn't funny and reminds me of why I can't stand Yae.

And the ships I don't like/don't get [just as a sort of bonus]

Scaramona I'm pretty sure it's an enemies to lovers thing but I don't get it.. I know they had an event together I just don't get it..

KokoSara another enemies to lovers my favorite trope but they're so professional with each other I can't find it cute at all.

Alberose they have no chemistry 😐

Ganqing I just find them both so boring that I can't like any ship with either of them.

Zhongxiao I mean I see them as father and son but they're canonically not so yeah they have a good relationship but like.. it wouldn't be very healthy either way.. cause Xiao treats Zhongli as this always correct force above him and it's a little too imbalanced power wise.

Dainlumi I like the dynamic without liking the characters together.

And any ship where they have never had any in game conversations/ have no voicelines for each other. I don't get any of them Childe/Diluc, Jean/Ningguang, Thoma/Diluc all of those I don't get it.

I'm pretty sure after this no one ever has to ask me what ships I like and don't like again.😂

#cal answers #anon ask

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mutantgirl80 · 2 years

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The Lost Girl Chapter 2: New York

Pairing: Female OC x Tony Stark

Word Count : 7507

Rating: MA ( sexual content, manipulation )

Summary: Mariko leaves the prison to return to New York. Once there, she has to decide if her next action is to return to the apartment she shared with Wade or to thank Tony.

Freedom is such a strange feeling. The air is stifling as she walks down the long hall and out of the corridor she called home for months. The smells of the prison overwhelm her senses after so long with only her own recycled air. The same way they had put her into the cell, a man drags her by the heavy shackles on her wrists. Her feet shuffle as she tries to keep up without falling despite the chains that drag behind her.

"In here." The man grunts as he pulls the door to a small cage open. His other arm gestures for her to move, indicating that this would be her holding cell, for now at least.

"Oh thank you." Mariko smiles, ducking her head as she steps into the cell.

The man tosses a paper bag onto the bench next to her. "You can change. Or not." He shrugs. "I don't care."

Mariko studies him. Ok, sure. She is a prison inmate but did he have to be such a jerk? She did nothing to this man. Rolling her eyes, she tries to move so she can reach the bag but is unable to get far with her restraints on. "Can I take these things off then?"

"Nah." The man laughs as he swings the heavy metal door of the cage closed.

"Then how am I supposed to...." Mariko protests but her voice fades as the man turns and walks away.

He has to be joking. There was no way she could change clothes like this. Twisting her back as she bends to the side, she gives one more try at reaching the bag without luck. Grumbling, she rests back against the cell wall. Her arm bends at an awkward angle that she tries to adjust, but no position helps. With a heavy sigh, she leans forward a few inches, trying to will away the

frustration in her mind. This would all be over soon enough.

A few hours later the man returns, not bothering to say a word as he walks up and unlocks the cage. His arm extends in a gesture again as the door swings open.

"Oh, time to go already?" Mariko asks with a grin as she looks up at him, but he was in no mood for jokes. "lame..." She says under her breath as she stands to walk out of the cage. "I need help

with my things, though. I can't exactly carry them like this."

The man remains silent, but steps into the cage to retrieve the paper bag. Elbowing her as he steps back out, he pushes her out of his way before swinging the cage door shut. He leaves it unlocked and turns toward the heavy wooden double doors in front of them. Walking through those doors meant they would be in the main office of the prison. Her freedom was only a few steps further. Taking a deep breath, Mariko walks behind the man, shuffling her feet to not trip on her shackles.

Once they are through the doors there are only three options to go. To the left side is a hallway. Its light green and white tiling reflect the ceiling lights so much it burns her eyes. To the right side is a pair of offices, equal in size, that meet in the center with side-by-side doors. Several papers and notices line the outside of one of the offices. The other has a gumball machine outside that has to be at least 30 years old. In the center of the hallway is another set of double doors. The large glass panels in each give Mariko her first real view of the outside world in months. It is a different season than the one she entered the prison in. She could almost smell the sweet perfume of the dogwood trees lining the courtyard.

"Hurry up." The man grumbles, shuffling past Mariko as she stops to stare out the door. He stops in front of the office with the papers on the wall and pulls the door open. Standing in front of the door, holding it open for her, he points into the office as his eyes narrow. Mariko makes a point of taking her time to walk into the office.

As she enters the room, her gaze meets with one of an older woman standing behind a large metal counter. The top of the counter is higher than a bar, and as Mariko walks up to it she has to stand on her toes to reach it. The guard walks in behind her, tossing her bag of things onto the counter. As he does, it tumbles onto its side, spilling the contents across the counter in front of her. Although Mariko protests, neither of the other two in the room seems to care.

Stepping behind her, the guard raises a set of keys, flipping one after the other over a large ring. Finding the right one, he grasps the bar between her wrists. With a yank, he pulls her arms until her hands are at eye level. Mariko lets out a soft gasp as pain burns down her bicep. She hears the click of the cuffs unlocking and as she turns to look, her wrists fall free. Raising them in front of her, she rubs her hand across the grooves in the flesh of her wrist. Once the cold steel falls from her arms, the raw purple marks below sting as the air creeps over.

As she gathers her belongings from the tall counter in front of her, they feel alien to her. Her hand slides across the the nicks and scratches in the fading plastic that covers the counter. Grasping her cell phone from the pile, she turns it over in her hands, feeling the need to go over every tiny detail on the cupcake-clad case. As she does, her mind returns to the many times Wade picked on her for it.

The clothing she wore the night of her arrest was freshly laundered and folded in a plastic drawstring bag. The blood and ash that covered them months ago were now little more than a bad memory. Her weapons, of course, sat in an evidence locker. They would not be leaving with her. Not that it matters. She has little use for them nowadays.

Mariko had been contemplating the proposition Tony brought to her most of the night. She expected her release to be sooner, but it took the prison almost 24 hours to get everything in order. It seemed they were as surprised as she was by her sudden procurement of bail money. Although she wants nothing more than to see him again, she knows going back to Wade would be a mistake. She has a chance to make things right. She has to take it. While her time with him had been an adventure, it had done her no favors. The last thing she wants is to find herself back in a facility like this any time soon. The uncertainty of Tony's offer terrifies her, but she knows it's her best option.

Grabbing the bag of clothing, she nods her head back toward the small bathroom in the right corner of the room. "Can I go change?" The woman behind the counter barely looks up as she grunts back at her and waves her off with the back of her hand.

Nodding, Mariko walks over to the small, square bathroom. The door catches on the peeling linoleum floor as she tries to push it open. Putting more of her weight into it to force it, she stumbles forward as it finally gives way. Bracing her shoulder against the back of the door, she closes it behind her. Slumping down against it, she stands in the claustrophobic space. A single dull incandescent lightbulb illuminates the small space. Looking over, her reflection distorts as it stares back at her from a greasy mirror. Flipping the cracked plastic lid of the toilet down, she sits. Even with the lid closed, the stifling aroma of the dirty old toilet fills the stagnant air in the small room. Still, she can't help but smile as her fingertips trace across the familiar fabrics of her clothes.

Dropping the bag to the ground before her, she stands and unties the fraying drawstrings of her prison uniform. Letting the pants fall to the floor, she kicks them away ceremoniously. The accompanying shirt followed in short order. Crumpling it, she tosses it as far away from her as she can get it.

Reaching into the bag, she pulls a black skirt from its contents and unfolds it. Stepping into it, she pulls it up over her hips. Her hands trace over her curves, gliding against the soft fabric as she searches for the zipper. Adjusting the skirt, she reaches into the bag once more. This time she pulls out a skull-clad tank top. Pulling it over her shoulders, she adjusts it over the skirt and tops it with a long sleeve black lace top. Her fingers play at the small threads that have come loose at the edges of her sleeves. The feeling of having her own clothes again made it all finally seem real to her. The prison uniform was a thing of the past and soon enough this whole place would be too. She still marvels at how the whole thing went down every time she thinks of it.

Gathering the clothing she tossed, she crumples them into a small ball and stuffs them into the bag. Pulling the drawstring to seal them from her sight, she lets the bag fall to the ground at her feet. One large boot follows the other as she pulls them up the length of her calf. Threading the laces, she adjusts them here and there until they fit the form of her leg. A few spots of blood are visible now that she inspects them. They weren't cleaned with as much care as the rest of her things.

Picking the bag up, she swings it over her shoulder and yanks the creaky door to open it. Once again, it sticks in the linoleum, opening only enough for her to squeeze out of the room. Sighing, she lets the door remain in its position as she walks back over to the counter and tosses the bag onto it. Her fingertips trace over the raised lettering of the keycard Tony left for her as she picks it up. Turning it over, she tries to remember the location of the hotel before stuffing it into her back pocket. His words from the day before ring in her ears.

"This is yours too." The guard behind the counter tosses a stack of $20 bills her way.

"No. I didn't have any money." Mariko smiles up at her as the cash lands next to her hand.

"Well, it was in your things. So it looks like it's yours. Must be your lucky day." She flashes an over-exaggerated smile Mariko's way. She doesn't care whose money it is. Not giving it to her meant more paperwork, and that is the last thing she wants to deal with.

"Tony must have left it..." Mariko mumbles to herself. Feelings of anger and shame fill her at the idea of him doing so much to help her. She refuses to be a charity case. Still, she has to admit she could use the help. She had little more than spare change when she arrived there. Picking up the cash, she counts it and makes a mental note of how much she needs to pay him back.

"Huh?" A frown of disgust twists on the guard's face as she casts an impatient glare down at Mariko.

"Nothing. Nevermind." Mariko shakes her head. It is a waste of time to try to talk to these people. She puts the money in her back pocket, moving her phone to one of her front pockets to make room. Taking a deep breath, she stands in a moment of awkward uncertainty. Her gaze turns up to the guard "So, what's next?"

"That's it. You're free. I don't know how you got that much money, but you did." She rolls her eyes. "Verify your address here." She scoots a piece of paper across the counter toward Mariko. Although she has no idea where she will stay, she initials the fake address she gave during her arrest. "Don't leave the country. Don't miss your court dates. You screw up and it's right back here. And no getting out a second time no matter how much money your friends've got." Mariko does her best to ignore the part about coming back. That wasn't going to be happening. Not if she could help it.

As she puts the pen down and slides the paper back over, she hears the tapping of footsteps echoing down the hallway. The creak of one of the heavier doors of the building follows and a different guard walks into the room.

"This one ready?" He asks the woman behind the counter without acknowledging Mariko.

"She's all yours." The woman replies. Her demeanor seems to have softened instantly upon this man's arrival. Mariko can't help but wonder what that is about. She reminds herself that the people here were about to be the last of her concerns. To so many of them she was scum, so why should she care about their lives? She did her best to be kind, which they met with cruelty more often than not.

"This all you've got?" The guard finally turns to look at Mariko as he grabs the drawstring bag from the counter. Stepping closer to her, he clicks a new set of handcuffs onto her wrists.

"Oh, no. I'm not taking that." Mariko smiles over at him and shakes her head as she tries to adjust the cold metal around her already sore wrists. She laughs, but he sees no humor in the situation.

"Whatever you say." He shrugs before gesturing toward the door.

Mariko turns to look at the woman behind the counter once more before taking a few steps toward the hallway. Stepping out of the office, the guard follows closely behind, gun raised.

The outside light is painfully bright as they near the large glass panes of the exterior doors. She can't help but squint as the pair pass through them and into the courtyard before a U-shaped driveway. A yellow taxi waits for them on the far right corner of the sidewalk. As they near it, the back door pops open. This is it. This is freedom. Mariko turns to the guard and raises her arms in front of her. Pulling the keys from his belt, he clicks the handcuffs open and pulls them from her wrists.

"So, this is it?" She mumbles as she looks up at him. She feels like it's all a daze as she stands inches from the taxi that would take her away from that place. The man stands, arms folded, as he waits for her to leave. Her hand runs through the side of her hair, pulling it back from her face. She gives a slight nod to answer her own question. Turning, she steps into the back of the taxi. "Central station, please." She smiles at the driver whose eyes study her in the rearview mirror.

Mariko sinks down into the back seat of the taxi, watching buildings and others cars whir past as the taxi makes its way downtown. She only has a vague idea of where the prison is, but knows it is somewhere in DC. It would be at least three hours to make it back to New York on the train. She tries to convince herself the overwhelming fear taking over her senses would fade once she was home.

After several blocks, she pulls a twenty from her pocket and hands it through the plastic window. Taking the long stairway down to the station, she studies the map to find the right train. The busy corridor flusters her immediately. So many lights, sounds, and smells. It is all so overwhelming compared to the cold, sterile cell she had come from.

Finally finding the right train, she pushes her way through the turnstile, sticking her ticket into the machine. As it pops back out at her on the other end, she grabs it and hurries to the right platform. Stepping onto the train, she finds a seat and slumps into it. Lowering the back of her seat, she does her best to get comfortable. It would be several hours before she moves again. During the trip, she manages to borrow a charging cord from a young woman a few rows away. Of course, she has no service. The phone company cut that off when she wasn't there to pay her bill. Any texts or messages were long gone, but her pictures remain. She sits, thumbing through the camera roll. So many pictures with Wade. Tears stream down her cheeks by the time the train pulls into Penn Station.

Walking up the long flight of stairs, she steps out into the loud, pungent streets of New York. Drawing a deep breath into her lungs, she smiles. She is home. Stark Tower looms in the distance, but she knows she isn't ready to go there yet. Instead, she turns and walks into a Starbucks right outside the station. She has to take a minute to decide what she is going to do.

Sitting at a window seat, she sips an iced latte and watches tourists wander the street in front of her. The rich chocolate and espresso flavors fill her senses after months of bland prison food. Curling the straw wrapper around her index finger, she contemplates her options. She has to at least go say thank you to Tony, but that can wait. Looking out into the street, she realizes she's only a few blocks away from Wade's apartment. She knows it's a terrible idea, but something in her compels her to walk that way. After all, she needs to get her things. There isn't much there, but it's better than the one outfit she currently has on.

Sipping the last of her latte, she tosses the plastic cup into the recycle bin. Her hand raises, rubbing at the bridge of her nose to will away the brain freeze trying to form in her sinuses. Pushing the door open, she steps out onto the sidewalk to begin the trek to her old apartment. She would stop in to get her things, say goodbye, and that would be that. She knows full well she wants to see him again, but she does her best to convince herself otherwise.

As she turns the key and pushes the door open, it's clear that he hadn't been there in some time. Clothes litter the floor and the smell of rotting food fills the air. Walking back to the bedroom, she scans the closet only to find most of his favorite weapons missing. Most of her things are as she left them. Saddened by his absence, she gathers the essentials and looks for any clue of where he had gone.

A few pieces of paper sit on the kitchen counter. A strange script is scribbled across them and it looks as though they were torn into small pieces. Looking it over, she's unable to decipher what they once said. Although she thinks about holding onto them she places them back on the counter. Her hands curl into fists as she leans back against the counter. She can't get wrapped up in this. She can't let herself get involved with him again. She knows she would be too weak to find her way back out if she let her guard down and that just wasn't an option anymore. She had to leave mercenary life behind. Saying goodbye to the killing is easy, but the mystery and adventure are a lot harder to let go of.

As she walks back into the sparsely decorated living room, she considers leaving a note. She has no idea what she would even put in it though. Would he even see it, or care? Deciding against it, she stuffs her things into a backpack. Giving it one last sad glance, she pulls the door shut behind her, making her way back down the stairs.

Darkness is already creeping across the sky as she finally makes her way to the hotel. Checking in without issue, she makes her way up the elevator. The backpack falls to the ground as she pushes the door open and steps into her room. Falling backward, she sinks into the plush bed. Taking several deep breaths, she takes in the feeling of the bed, and the fresh smell of the hotel. It was such a stark contrast to where she had been only hours before. Dozing off as the warmth and soft fabric envelops her, she wakes a few hours later from pangs of hunger. She had missed meal time at the prison and had nothing more than the iced coffee since leaving. Fliping onto her stomach, she crawls over the thick blankets to get a better look at the clock. It's a little after 8:30. There has to be something nearby she can get to eat.

After fixing her hair, she makes her way back down the elevator and into the street. Leaning against the large staircase of the hotel she pulls her phone from her pocket. Luckily, she could pick up a wifi signal and still use the internet on it. She opens google maps to search for nearby restaurants. There is a small French bistro not far from the hotel. It looks like a good enough choice for the evening. As she eats and sips on a glass of wine, she contemplates Tony's words again. She still can't figure out why he would help her, or why he even cared to look for her.

Finishing up her salad and drinking the last of a second glass of wine, she leaves money for her bill and walks back out into the street. Looking first one way and then the next, her gaze lands on Stark Tower. It has to be late, but she considers stopping in for a quick visit. Meandering, she starts walking her way in that direction. Even as she walks, she's unsure what she would even say to him.

Several blocks later and the Tower looms overhead. Mariko stops for a few minutes to stare up at the penthouse. The lights are on, but she isn't sure if it always looks that way. The building is more office than home, after all. She argues with herself as she stands, trying to decide her next action. She has to thank him, and let him know she made it to New York. It would be a quick visit, and then back to the hotel. Making her way into the building, she is surprised to see that she is still on the access list. As she walks to the elevator, she studies the many pictures of inventions that line the hall. It had been so long since she was in that building. Even then she only had a reason to visit a few times. It feels so odd to be visiting this place and to be doing so to thank him for freeing her from prison.

Stepping off of the elevator, she stands for several minutes in front of the door. Voices echo out from the other side. She hesitates, second-guessing her decision before knocking. The door swings open seconds after her knuckles leave it. Tony stands before her with a grin on his face. Several familiar voices escape the open door from within the room.

"Oh, it's a bad time..." She says in a soft whisper.

"No, not at all. Come in." he reaches out for her hand. "I've been waiting to hear from you." He smiles, reassuring her as his arm rests on her back. Moving slowly, he guides her into the room.

"Look who's here!" He calls out to the others as he nudges her in front of him and rests his hands on her shoulders.

Mariko feels as though she could melt through the floor as everyone turns their attention to her. The group is full of individuals she had once considered friends. She couldn't help but wonder how many of them knew of her life of crime if Tony found it so easily.

"Mariko!" Bruce stands first, walking over toward her and wrapping her in a brief hug. "How have you been?"

"I...I'm good." She smiles, replying in a shaky voice. It is a relief that her past isn't the first thing to come to their minds. At least, no one seems interested in questioning her on it for the time being. Natasha offers a wave and Steve motions for her to join him on the overstuffed brown leather couch.

"Good to see you again, kid." He pats her arm in a friendly gesture as she sits next to him.

"Miss Mariko. I trust you are doing well." Thor smiles up from where he sits on the floor. "You're just in time to join us for a toast. What better time? To old friends!" He roars as he hands her a glass that smells of rum. The wine she drank with her dinner is the first alcohol she had in months. It was already making her a little dizzy. The smell is overpowering as she raises the glass to her lips. She tilts her head back, taking it all in one drink. As she places it back onto the table, she shakes her head from the sting in her throat and sinks back down into the couch.

Tony walks over holding two freshly opened bottles of beer. Tiny bubbles foam near the top as he hands her one. Setting his on the table in front of him, he takes the seat next to her on the couch. Feeling his gaze on her, Mariko turns to look in his direction. She can feel her cheeks burning hot as their eyes meet.

"Are you sure this isn't a bad time?" She whispers, turning to face him.

"We'll talk later." He rests a hand on her lower thigh with a grin.

The party goes on for a few more hours before drinking turns into hunger. Most of the group decides to visit a nearby diner for midnight snacks. All but Natasha go, leaving Tony and Mariko in an uneasy silence.

"So you wanted to talk?" He flashes a half-drunk smile her way. Mariko questions if it's the best time or if she should wait to have a sober discussion.

"I just..." Even as the words leave her mouth, she is unsure of what she wants to say. "I guess I just don't understand what's going on here."

Tony's signature smirk plays in the corners of his jaw. "It's really not that complicated. I learned through some intel that one of the X-Men was in some trouble over at Fed. After a bit of research, I learned who it was and stepped in to see if I could remedy the situation."

"Yeah." Mariko hesitates. "...but why?"

"Oh, I don't know." His smirk remains. "Helping an old colleague?"

Mariko isn't so sure she buys that. Sure, it makes sense, but it feels like there is something more going on here. "So what do you want from me in return?" She says after puzzling over his words for a few moments. Her time as a mercenary led her to believe that nobody did things out of pure kindness. Besides, she wasn't about to accept help without paying him back for it. "I have no money to repay you right now, but I will..."

"I don't want you to repay me." He moves in closer to her as he speaks. "I want you to be safe."

She definitely feels a lot safer being back with her old friends than she ever did in that cell. The sudden change made her uneasy, but she hoped that feeling would be temporary.

"I want you to stay here until you get on your feet again." He adds, moving in and hooking a finger under her jaw to pull her gaze up to meet his. "Or longer..."

"I don't..." She gives him a puzzled look. "I'm sure Pepper wouldn't like that much." Mariko giggles at the idea of how awkward it would be to stay in the house with the two of them.

"She isn't here." He corrects her. "She hasn't been in the picture for a while now, Momo."

"Oh." Was all Mariko could manage through her confusion.

"I can keep you safe here." His gaze remains locked on hers. "Do you think it's a good idea to go back to him?"

Mariko knows exactly who he is talking about. It is almost painful for Tony to bring that up. She spent so long trying to push it from her mind and here he is wanting to talk about it. "It's not like that." She quips back. "It wasn't like that with him."

"I know." He laughs, it seems he isn't that worried about offending her. "but there's nothing but trouble waiting with him."

Mariko sits in silence, unsure of how to take his words. There is no way he's hitting on her, and yet? If that isn't what this is then what the heck is it? It was so unexpected coming from him. They had been good friends in the past, but she never thought of him like that before.

"Look. I know it seems strange. Manipulative maybe." He begins. "I've always had an interest but the timing was always wrong."

He is right. The last time they were together they were both with someone else. Perhaps that is why she never thought of him in that light. The idea plays through her thoughts as he speaks. He is certainly charming. He could always make her laugh. He did have a lot going for him. Sure, there is the obvious like his status or money but that kind of thing never mattered to Mariko much.

"I just want to see where this goes." He moves closer until they are only inches apart. "I mean, you can say no. I don't want you to feel obligated." He adds. "I would have helped you regardless."

Mariko looks away for a brief moment. It's all too much for her. Whether he would have helped her anyway or not, it does feel manipulative. Sure, she agrees that she owes him something after what he paid for her bail, but this? She still isn't so sure she's ready to completely give up on Wade yet. Looking back to see a glimmer of hope in his eyes she smiles with a soft giggle. "I don't know what to say..."

"Don't say anything. Just stay." He smiles back at her. "That's it for now. Just stay so I know you're safe."

She gives his words a few moments to settle in. "Ok." She agrees, nodding her head. Surely none of the people who might have a bone to pick with her would think to look here.

His hand moves from where it rests on her thigh and traces along the edge of her jaw. Leaning in closer to her, his lips brush against her as he places a soft kiss on the delicate bones of her cheek. Mariko blushes as his facial hair tickles against her soft skin. Raising her hand up to his jaw, she turns her head, grazing her bottom lip against his as she returns his kiss.

"Thank you." She says with a smile, still lingering close to him.

The pair is so engrossed in their conversation that they don't notice Natasha leave the apartment. Realizing they're alone, Tony stands and begins to pick up the empty beer bottles that line the table in front of them. Mariko, although a little flustered, follows behind him with an armload of bottles to help.

"What am I doing?" He laughs as he places his bottles on the kitchen counter. "I pay people to do this for me."

Mariko places her bottles down with a giggle. His life is so foreign to her. She couldn't even imagine having staff to do whatever she asked.

Before she knows it, he has her cornered against the counter. Her breath catches in her chest as the warmth of his body radiates against hers. His hands curl into the tips of her hair as he gazes down at her. The height difference between them isn't' much, but it is enough to give him a commanding presence over her. Mariko looks up at him as her teeth sink against her bottom lip. Wade lingers in the back of her thoughts, but Tony has definitely captured her attention. As much as she tries to resist the idea, her body aches to be touched again after months alone.

His hands move from her hair and follow a slow path along the curve of her neck, pulling her close to him as he goes in for another kiss. She returns it, letting him pull her close to him as her hesitation begins to fade away. After a long, lingering kiss, he steps back and adjusts his belt.

"So." his voice cracks as he speaks. "Let's get you settled in." He turns and walks down the long hall to the right of the kitchen. Mariko is unsure whether she should follow so she stands awkwardly in the kitchen for several minutes. She isn't sure where this is going, but she is definitely enjoying the ride. There is something so alluring about his presence. Of course, the fact that he was the first person to touch her in months likely played into it a little too. After a while, she hears his voice from a distance and scurries down the hall to find him.

"There you are." He laughs as she finally finds him. "You can stay in here." She walks through the doorway into a plush bedroom. More pillows line the bed than she has ever seen together before. "I'll take the couch for now." He adds as he grabs a couple of the pillows and walks over to the closet to grab a blanket."

"No. No, no, no, no." Mariko shakes her head. "I can't kick you out of your own room." She laughs. "I'll be fine on the couch." She walks over to take the pillows from him.

As she nears him, he hides the pillows behind his back, shaking his head. "Nope." A grin crosses his face as she tries to go behind him to retrieve the pillows, refusing to accept his answer.

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" She giggles. Tony nods his head in agreement.

"Ok, you want to be like that," Mariko smirks as she stops in front of him. She stands on her toes as she curls her arms around his neck and plants a soft kiss on his lips. The alcohol coursing through her system is having a say, but something inside of her wants to be close to him. She lets her hands fall to his shoulders and reaches for the pillows, trying to pull them from his grasp.

"Sneaky, sneaky." He laughs, dropping the pillows onto the floor and moving his hands until they are on her waist, pulling her closer to him. It had been so long since she felt anything, let alone this. She feels herself grow eager for more as she takes a few steps back, luring him over to the bed.

Turning, she wrestles him down onto the bed. He doesn't put up much of a fight. Before she can stop herself, she climbs over him, straddling him as she leans down to kiss him again. His hands move up to her hips, pulling her down harder onto him. She breathes a soft sigh, pressing her teeth against her lips as her eyes meet his. Her body feels electric as his hands move over it. There is no way she could deny what he was awakening in her any longer.

Tony sits up, pulling her close to him. His hands move to the bottom of her lace shirt, pulling it over her head between kisses. Her tank top follows, landing on the floor beside the bed. Mariko's hands move along the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one. His hands curl into her hair as he kisses her. She can feel him bulging hard against the thing fabric that now separates them as her skirt rides up over her hips with each movement they make.

She can't help but stop to look at the odd glowing metal device in his chest once his shirt is off. She assumes it has something to do with the Iron Man suit, but it is startling to see.

"It's ok. You can't hurt me." He stops for a moment, realizing what her attention is drawn to.

"What is it?" She asks, tracing a fingertip along the edge of the device as she looks at it curiously.

"It's a reactor core." He replies in a matter-of-fact tone, as though she is supposed to know what he is talking about. Realizing that her look of confusion seemed to grow rather than dissipate, he adds "It keeps me alive."

"Oh." Mariko gasps, quickly withdrawing her hand after hearing his words.

"It's ok." he laughs., moving his own hand to knock at the device. "It's not going anywhere."

Mariko nods and raises her hand to his jaw. His hands move behind her, unhooking her bra and pulling it from her shoulders. As it falls to the bed, his hands trail along the flesh of her back, pulling her closer to him. His hips move upward, pressing the bulge in his pants harder against her. She rolls her hips, riding him as her body tingles from his touch.

Without warning he moves, tossing her back against the pillows as he hovers over her. Steadying himself with one hand, his tongue passes her lips and curls against her. His free hand traces a trail along the edge of her stomach. Mariko raises her hands to his hair, grasping it tightly and pulling him closer to her. Fumbling along the edge of her skirt, he finds the zipper. In one motion, he has it unhooked and is pulling the fabric away from her body. She moves, helping him pull it over her hips.

Tony's hand returns to her stomach, playing along the lacy fabric that separates them. Mariko draws a sharp breath as his hands move across the fabric, teasing her. His hand moves low and lower as he kisses her. The fabric grows wet beneath his touch as he moves in soft circles. His fingers play against her as his kisses move along her jaw and down the curve of her neck.

Mariko's back arches up to his touch as she squirms against his hand. Slowly, he increases the pressure of his touch, rubbing harder against her as he traces his tongue along her neck.

"Mmmh, Tony." She sighs in a half-whisper as her hands move from his hair to grasp the pillow below her head. One hand curls into the sheet below her as she feels her body throbbing against his touch.

"I love the sound of my name on those lips." His lips move against the flesh of her neck as he speaks.

"Tony Tony Tony Tony" She giggles. Her breath falls against his cheek as she squirms against his hand. He growls and moves his hand beneath her panties, pressing two fingers inside of her. His kisses move along her neck, the weight of his body pressing against hers. His hand curls, pressing in deeper as his thumb circles her clit. Mariko's back arches up as she lets out a softer moan at the feel of his lips moving further down her body.

She pulls him up closer to her as she grasps the edges of the shirt that still hung open against the sides of his chest. Pulling it off of him, she sits up, hungry for his kisses as her hair falls around her face. As she moves, he works to remove his pants. Kicking them off, he leaves them on the bed before pulling her back onto him. His rigid cock presses hard against her wet panties as she lands back on his lap. His hands comb through her hair, grasping it and pulling her head to the side to expose the soft flesh of her neck to him as he kisses a path along her collarbone.

"Tony..." Mariko's voice is shaky as his hands move over her body. "Is this too soon?"

He stops, his hands moving to her cheek as he brushes a stray hair aside with the edge of his thumb. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest against the cold metal device in his. "You don't want this?" His eyes narrowed questioningly as he gaze at her.

"I REALLY want this." She giggles, her lip trembling with anticipation as she speaks. "I just don't want to screw things up." She rests her hands against his chest, drawing circles against the curve of his muscles with a fingertip as she speaks. She isn't sure if she is ready for this yet. It's all so sudden. She still can't stop thinking about Wade. And honestly, she has no idea what Tony even wants from this. Is this a one-night stand? Is it going to make things weird between them afterward? There is something so irresistible about his confidence and intensity, though.

"I know." He kisses her softly. She can sense a slight note of aggravation in his voice. "Let's promise then. No making it weird."

Mariko frowns. "You know it isn't that easy, right?"

Lifting his hand to her lips to shush her, he laughs. "Of course I do." Replacing his hand with his lips, he grasps her hair again, holding her close to him. Her flesh tingles, feeling the prickly hairs on his chin move against her cheek as his head lifts. "So what's it going to be, Momo? Yes or no?" His lips move against her neck as he whispers into her ear.

She only needs a second to think, but thinking is a bit hard at that point. All she can focus on is the feel of his skin on hers. She manages a short "Yes" as she pulls his mouth to hers, curling her tongue into his and letting him push her back against the pillow.

His hand traces along her side, grasping her ass and pulling her up as he continues to kiss her.

Ripping her panties down, he moves in closer. With a soft gasp, her muscles tighten as he presses inside of her. Her legs curl around him, pulling him closer to her as he thrusts harder and harder. Her hands grasp his hair as she feels pressure building inside of her. His kisses move back down her neck and she moves up, pushing him onto his back before climbing over him. Rolling her hips with each thrust he makes, she rides him hard. His hands grasp her hips, holding her down onto him. Her hands fall to his chest, pressing against it for balance as her hair falls around them.

Her fingers tighten into the flesh of his chest as she feels her body begin to clench around him. Arching her back she grinds her clit against him, feeling him pulsing inside of her. With a soft cry, her body is overcome.

"God damn it, Tony." She whimpers as she falls against his chest. Arching up to kiss him, she works to catch her breath. His arm moves around her back as he gives her a questioning look.

"That wasn't supposed to be that good." She narrows her eyes in a feeble attempt to glare at him.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." He gives her a sarcastic grin.

"You should be." She can't help but giggle.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, but... I'll try to make it suck?" Planting a soft kiss against her forehead, he leans back against the pillow beneath him. "I've got to admit, though. I've been wanting to do that for a long, long time."

"Really?" Mariko turns, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Mmm-hmm." The grin remains on his lips.

"Even when you were with Miss Perfect?" Mariko regrets her question the minute it leaves her lips.

Tony rolls his eyes. "Yes, even then."

"What happened to you two, anyway?" Mariko asks, and again scolds herself.

"Difference of opinion." He isn't going into any details. Pulling her tighter to him, he yawns.

Mariko pulls the thick blankets up closer to her as she frowns. That wasn't the answer she had hoped for, but she had to accept it for now.

#tony stark #tony stark x oc #Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #avengers fanfiction #avengers x oc #avengers smut #protective tony stark #marvel oc #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel smut #iron man #iron man smut

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Blood Whistle (original)

I am facinated by all creepypastas, good or bad. And I hate when people don't archive creepypastas or just straight up vandalise those archives. I also hate the web show Bad Creepypasta. You know, the one where they read the creepypasta but interrupt themselves every two seconds to place as many lame jokes and useless comments as possible. This is why I am posting this creepypasta here. Enjoy laughing at it in what I hope is its original form.

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Blood Whistle (by Fire_Mario_Fan)

This is the recorded blog of a college student who was playing a modified version of Super Mario Brothers 3 on his computer. Shortly after submitting the last entry, he committed suicide in his dorm room.

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June 5th, 2012

A friend of mine recently sent me what he claims to be a scary Super Mario Brothers 3 hack that he wanted me to try out (because he didn’t have the courage.)

I started this blog to record my progress through the game. He got this from a site that’s no longer active, and I’ve seen some pretty scary occurrences with emulator games before. Just look at BEN.

All of that aside, however, there was something definitely off about this ROM. Its title was SMB3:BW. Anyhow, I won’t play any today as I’m quite busy with college work and such, but I will definitely start tomorrow.

June 6th, 2012

I played some of the game today. Obviously my friend was misinformed, as I have played all the way through 1-3 and have found nothing irregular. All of the sprites, levels, and sounds didn’t have a fluke to their name.

Look for tomorrow’s post, it won’t disappoint. Maybe this will explain what the BW in the title stands for…

June 7th, 2012

I wish I hadn’t unlocked that secret.

This game will be the bane of my existence. I’ll try as best as I can to explain what happened and what will certainly entail. I don’t know if any of you will believe me, but this sick mockery of one of my childhood favorites must be exploited and never be seen by the eyes of any other breathing man on god’s green earth. And Todd (what I’ll call my friend for the sake of privacy and possibly security), DO NOT send that link to anyone else. You’ll see why below.

My first encounter with the Blood Whistle.

I entered the castle stage. Knowing its only secret was the warp whistle, I disposed of a dry bones before donning a raccoon tail. With a running start I was flying above the stage until I hit the secret area. My whole life before I hit up on my arrow keypad was completely different. I was happy. I was normal. I could wake up in the morning recognizing my own reflection, being absolute about my safety. Now it’s lies. All lies. I know that as of what happened today, my life will become an infernal hell in which every day will be a futile struggle to retain my own sanity.

After finishing this wretched collage of electronic dejection, I will embrace death like a long lost lover with open arms. Now to get on with what had come to pass.

The blocks that lined the wall were a gloomy albeit polished obsidian black. Mario’s skin now had a grayish tint to it, but that wasn’t what was wrong with that picture. The music was a sped up version of the normal “bonus room” theme. Toad’s skull was cracked open and profusely bleeding, spilling blood onto the floor and making the room slippery like an ice stage. His mouth was also agape and spewing blood onto the floor. The blood had an eerie, reflective quality that SHOULD have been graphically impossible for an 8-bit game like Mario 3. I walked up to him to see what it is that he might say. What he had to offer is this:

Blood Whistle.

HEAR ITS CRY.

I then ran towards the chest to see its contents. The chest was drenched in reflective, realistic blood of the same type emanated by the orifices and exposed cranium of the poor little mushroom-headed fellow.

Pressing onward, I ran through it to discover its dark secret. Its twisted surprise. I wasn’t prepared for the following events.

A blood-soaked warp whistle ominously rose from what I now believe to be the deepest crevice of hell.

It blipped twice as the normal whistle would. That, my fellow reader, was the only normality of what I have played today. It played a deep tune that I can’t get out of my head as I write this. The whistle descended, violently striking Mario in the chest. He unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as it went into his back and out of his chest.

This cry wasn’t 8-bit at all. It wasn’t even cartoon-esque. It was the sound of unfiltered anguish, of utter agony.

His expression reflected the same. To end my experience on this perverse version of something I once loved, Mario was transported to the warp zone of the Blood Whistle.

I call it this because it had only the cookie-cutter outline of the quaint island. The water consisted solely of the same blood aforementioned in my encounter with the whistle. Corpses of Koopas and other enemies of Mario were scattered afloat near the shores.

White menacing eyes glared at me between the waves, surfacing just to cast their evil glance at Mario (or me, I can’t be sure at this point).

All of the worlds were indicated by their respective numbers, and all of the dots were crimson. At that point I noticed yet another abnormality, this time concerning the dot for world eight. Beside it were two 8-bit patches of fire that twisted and contorted in place. Without me pressing any buttons, the whistle stabbed Mario in the ribs.

This cued him to move to the world two dot.

Refusing to pay any further attention to the horrors that surely await in the distorted desert, I saved the game and quit. I have played more than enough of my fill for today.

I guess that I figured out the acronym from the ROM title meant Blood Whistle the hard way. Despite the horrors that plague this abomination, I will continue to subject myself to this suffering for the sake of all of you. Well, also for mine.

It’ll help me keep track of the days, and maybe this desperate attempt to cling to my stable frame of mind won’t prove to be in total vain.

There are five thousand people that have followed this blog in the two days that it’s been up. After this pointedly interesting post, I’m hoping to have some more. For those of you following my posts, read tomorrow’s and share with your friends. I need you to expose the stark luridness of this shell of something I once knew and loved.

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hoebaring · 2 years

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Open Books (43) | Kim Namjoon

An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes.

They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books.

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 900 words

Additional Warnings:- OMFG THEY KISS Y'ALL!!

Masterlist Previously Next

~Peaceful Fireworks & Conscious Chaos~

"Just a few more steps" Namjoon whispers so as to not surprise the clumsy girl into losing her balance as his hands cover the warmth of her eyes, guiding her up the stairs carefully, although Y/n doesn't seem to trust him to be careful enough because she voices out an empty threat.

"I swear to god Namjoon if I fall, I'm gonna-"

Before she can complete her sentence, Namjoon withdraws his hand, revealing to her the usual clock tower they spend their time in.

The view, however, is absolutely breathtaking. So breathtaking, that she has to gasp in order to breathe, the crisp air making her throat itch slightly, but, she couldn't care less about it.

Y/n has been here many a time before, but, she's never felt like the view was enough to knock the breath out of her.

The same can't be said this time.

Maybe it's because of the lovely platter of food, because, come on, we all know how lovely food is! Maybe it's because of the warm glow of the candles laid out on the small wooden table that sits on a small, pastel colored checked mat right next to the off white lilies which serve to be a beautiful contrast to the rest of the flowery plants that climb their way around the pillars of the small verandah.

Or maybe, it's because of how sweet and happy Namjoon looks as he stands with a huge smile, the cute dimples that she simply adores peeking out as if to say hi, the hum of the trees swaying along to the wind serving as the perfect background music.

"Surprise!" Namjoon laughs as he walks towards her, taking her hands in his as he gently pushes her to sit down on the mat whilst she is still lost in the haze of, well, like Namjoon said, surprise.

"It's all so beautiful Joon. What's all of this for?" she responds, her voice not allowing her to speak in anything more than a whisper.

"For you, Ms. Oxford" He jokes, to which she snorts, complaining about how lame that was, laughing along with him nevertheless.

"First Bo-ra, and now you? I can't take anymore of these surprises. My heart! It's too delicate" She exaggerates, to which she herself cringes, immediately apologizing with a laugh.

"So, you excited?" he asks, sitting down right next to her once she asks him to, tugging on his hand in the process.

"Yeah! I am! With you guys signing the contract for the band soon, and with the seminar ahead, I feel like things are finally headed towards someplace good."

The loud ticking of their hearts sounds like that of a clock in an awfully quiet room, not a single soul moving as they hold their breath, neither of them knowing what they should do.

"Yeah, me too.." Namjoon replies as time seems to stop when he stares into her eyes, fully aware of their close proximity, and yet, neither of them can move away.

They don't want to.

All they know, is that they don't want this moment to get ruined.

It feels like millions of years have passed by before one of them makes a move.

Namjoon places a hand on her face gently before speaking in nothing more than a hushed whisper, as if even the slightest rash move might break, and ruin the fragile moment.

"May I?"

If Y/n wasn't paying complete attention to the moment, to him, she wouldn't have heard him.

"Yes"

The moment his lips meet hers, the time that seemed to stop, restarts, like as though it was this moment that the very universe waited for when it decided to halt something as essential as time.

It is nothing like she imagined it would be. There were no fireworks or sparks flying around in the air, there was no cheery chaos in the back of her mind. No. In fact, her mind was devoid of anything close to disbelief or surprise. She is swept away in the moment, fully conscious of it. Fully conscious, and consequently, at peace.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is enthralled by the cheery chaos in his head. The imaginary fireworks in the air spark a rush of adrenaline in him as he lets himself get swept away in the moment, moving at complete instinct, not at all conscious of what's happening as his mind is in a joyful haze.

Once they pull away, they can't do anything but become lost in the sparkle that buzzes dimly in the other's eyes, the tints of red that paint their smiling faces nothing in comparision to how much their minds are blushing.

The silence that follows after this, as usual, isn't awkward at all, because, while Y/n is preoccupied with the peaceful consciousness of her mind, Namjoon is busy with the cheery chaos and fireworks.

This is them, through and through, peaceful fireworks, conscious chaos and all.

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I Favor the Villainess by Aono Shimo & Inori

#i favor the villainess #i'm in love with the villainess #aono shimo #Inori #(nothing stands in my way of making the same lame joke)#(they're talking about women in canon. this is not edited. stop gaslighting me)#pastel pink #pink #pinkcore #pink manga #yuri #yuri manga #gl #gl manga #manga #manga cap #wlw #sapphic

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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tomboy-writer · 3 years

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Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go.

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

* * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #angst #black writing #black reader #chris evans x black!reader #friends to lovers #chris evans fanfiction #christopher robert jamal evans

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broadstbroskis · 2 years

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gold rush | nathan mackinnon

a/n: sneaking this in a little past deadline but i think we all know that’s right on par for me right?? @shelbsatans it was an absolute pleasure to write this for you lovelies for @antoineroussel winter fic exchange and i hope you enjoy it! it’s a little different from how i usually write, but i hope you guys like it!

inspo from gold rush by my girl tswift and that bit from taylor or jack antonoff where they’re talking about the song saying the whole thing takes place in one daydream and then you snap out of it. the italics are the daydream and then it goes right into the normal scene. i hope it makes sense but let me know if i can clarify at all!

warnings: memory loss as a result of drinking (but nothing bad happens in that time frame/as a result), gratuitous gold rush/taylor swift references

word count: 2.3k

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The sun’s catching the edge of the glass on the nightstand, reflecting rainbows around the room, but the only thing you can focus on is the golden light coming through each blind and how it shines warmly on the peacefully sleeping man next to you.

“Why are you awake?” Nate mumbles, and it’s a surprise when he pulls you on top of him.

“Why aren’t you awake?” You ask, through a fit of giggles, that only subsides when Nate’s hands finally settle low on your back.

“It’s early.” He whines and you kiss him to shut him up.

“That’s what coffee’s for.” You sit up, resting your hands on his chest, and he finally opens his eyes.

“Or,” He grins. “We could just stay in bed for a while longer.”

Your breath hitches as his hands slide up your t-shirt. “Or that.” You agree and you see the grin grow even wider on Nate’s face only briefly, before you duck down to meet him for another kiss.

“Cheer up.” Someone pokes your cheek from behind and, of course when you turn, almost spilling your drink in the process, Theo is grinning back at you. “You can’t be our Smiley Girl with a frown on your face.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname but exaggerate a smile for him. “Better?”

“No.” He laughs. “I don’t know what you’re worrying about. It’s Nate.”

That. That’s exactly what you're worrying about.

Who wouldn’t Nate to be looking at them like he’s looking at Ashley Taylor right now?

Your cheeks flush. You shouldn’t want Nate to be looking at you like that. He’s…he’s your best friend.

But you can’t help it.

You can’t help but want Nate by your side the entire night every time you come to parties like this. You can’t stop the curl of jealousy in your stomach every time a beautiful girl laughs at a lame joke he makes (and they’re all lame, you would know, you roll your eyes at them every day; they’re worth a giggle at most, not these big laughs he gets). You hate that you come to these things anyway, at his request at least half the time, knowing that you’re just going to be annoyed at yourself for wondering what it’s like to keep his attention like that, just like Ashley fucking Taylor is right now.

Everything was so much easier when Nate was just your best friend, before these feelings felt like too much and not enough all at the same time, but you guess that’s why it’s called a crush. There’s nothing but heartbreak by the time you get done falling.

“Well right now,” You say, carefully, keeping your tone even, but Theo’s known you long enough to tell the nuance and he gives you a look. “I’m just worrying about how empty my drink is.”

He doesn’t press the issue thankfully, and just laughs. “Well that’s an easy fix.” He says, and puts both hands on your shoulders, to guide you through the crowd like a two-man train. “Coming through!”

Most people move easily enough, a few smiles sent your way from friends, but you’re blocked from the coolers when Rachel refuses to stand up. “I’m comfy. “ She whines, wiggling her crossed legs for emphasis. “Pick another drink.”

“That’s honestly just rude.” You complain, sinking down into the space next to your best friend. There’s definitely room for two there to sit on top of this cooler and if she’s not going to stand up for you to get your favorite beer, she can at least share her seat.

She sighs long-sufferingly, like it’s such a hassle, but she moves over an inch or two, as Theo hands you a lesser beer from one of the other coolers. “Me? You come here, to my corner, and expect me to get up so you can get a drink?” Rachel mimics her best Tony Soprano voice; it’s terrible, but hilarious, and you burst into laughter almost the second she starts. “The disrespect.”

“Wow.” Nate drawls, and your head turns quickly, too quickly, but god, it’s worth it to see the grin on his face, the slight smirk at the corner, how he’s trying not to laugh after pushing his way into your circle. “That was awful.”

“Outrageous lies.” Rachel says, in her typical dramatics. “It was amazing and you know it.”

Theo and Nate make a face at each other and you giggle into your palm. “Keep telling yourself that, Rach.” Nate says, trying to squeeze himself on the edge of the cooler next to you.

“Fuck off.” You bump his shoulder. “There’s barely enough room for me here; there’s definitely not room for you ass too.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “What are you saying about my ass?”

“Nothing that all of Canada hasn’t said before.” You say dryly.

Nate laughs and you bring your beer up to your mouth so he can’t see the smile that’s growing across your face. “I’m tired of standing.” He whines.

“Baby.” Rachel coughs.

“Let’s get out of here.” Nate continues, ignoring her politely.

“Late night breakfast?” You suggest hopefully.

“Oh, I could crush some waffles right now.” Theo moans.

Nate’s face lights up immediately. “Fuck yeah, let’s go.” He eyes you and Rachel, and your mostly full drinks, grinning as he starts chanting, “We like to drink with-”

But the two of you are already cheers-ing your cans together and chugging the remainder before he can even start.

—--

Arms slip around your waist and then Nate starts kissing up toward your jaw. “You’re a sin.”

“Are you talking about me?” You ask innocently, as his hand slides up the t-shirt you stole after climbing out of bed. “Or the French toast?”

He groans as you flip a slice, the smell of cinnamon wafting through the air as you do. “Both.”

You laugh. “Absolutely cinn-ful.” You stress.

Nate groans again. “Nope. Foul. Flagged.” He kisses your shoulder.

“You loved it.” You grin.

He presses another kiss into your shoulder instead of answering. “You know I did.” He mutters, and you feel the grin growing over his face as he presses his face into your skin.

“Hi!” You laugh, as Nate sweeps you off your feet into a hug. “Stop, that tickles!”

He rubs his face into your neck again purposefully, the beginnings of the beard he’s too lazy to shave brushing against your skin before he lets you down. “If you insist.”

“Well if you want potato skins tonight,” You shake the bag in your hand. “Then I insist.”

Nate hesitates, like he’s willing to take the joke further at the loss of an appetizer, but then you hear Sid, “I insist! Get in here.”

You laugh, brushing past Nate to meet Sid and Kathy in the kitchen. “No Taylor or Sarah yet?” You ask, after greeting them both.

“They’re carpooling.” Kathy says with a smile.

“More like strategizing.” Nate mutters bitterly.

“Good, we can too, then.” Kathy grins. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Nate protests to her, doing a great job of pretending like he’s actually offended.

“Bullshit.” You elbow him and he laughs right away, dropping the face he was making. “Let’s just have a nice dinner with your sister and her new boyfriend. And you too.” You look over at Sid, who’s already helping himself to some cheese from your bag.

“Oh yeah,” He says, looking like the kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. “Nice. Always, will do.”

Kathy shakes her head fondly at him. “Go start the grill.”

He grins back at her. “That I can do.”

There’s safety in numbers, as evidenced by Sarah and Taylor rolling in with their boyfriends at the same time, but dinner goes well and you find yourself sitting on Sid’s porch with Nate, Sid, and Kathy a little later in the evening with a few drinks.

“Well,” Nate says, jokingly. “Here’s to being nice, I guess.” He holds his glass up in a cheers.

“Great work to me and Kathy.” You deadpan. “You two?” You pull a face. “Well, practice makes perfect; I guess you’d know that better than anyone.”

Kathy laughs immediately, even Sid cracks a smile, as Nate squawks indignantly and pulls you tight into his side, tickling you mercilessly. “Take it back.” He threatens.

“Never.” You gasp through giggles until he finally stops, finally lets you settle against him, as Kathy just gives you a knowing look before blessedly changing the subject.

—--

The sun is warm against your skin, but it’s a stark contrast to the wind that’s coming off the ocean. It’s a perfect boat day, though, and it hadn’t been hard for Nate to convince you after he’d seen the weather for the day.

As soon as you’re far enough out, you pull out a couple drinks from the cooler. “Here.” You press close to him as you hand off the can, leaving your arms around his waist once he takes it from you.

“Mmm, now it really is a perfect day.” Nate grins, kissing your head.

“God, you’re easy to please.” You tease.

“Remember you said that.” Nate laughs. “I’m not going to forget it.”

“I will not.” You take a sip of your beer to cover your laugh. “I will remember no such thing.”

Your tea’s gone cold by the time you wake up from your nap, but it feels fitting. Matches the rainy day outside and certainly your mood as well, after spending another night (unsuccessfully) trying not to look at Nate from across the room while he talks to what feels like an endless stream of pretty girls who aren’t you.

There are texts waiting for you when you reach for your phone, but most pressing is Nate. Ready for food yet?

Too tired to move. You text back, giggling when he responds, barely seconds later.

You’re ridiculous. But a minute later, there’s a knock on your door.

You frown-it can’t be-but when you stand up and go look, there’s Nate, standing with a bag of takeout and looking like he’s ready to spend the rest of the day on your couch, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. “Hi.” You blink.

“Still waking up from that nap?” He teases, stepping past you to come inside.

“I-yeah, kinda.” You shut the door, resting your head against it for a second, trying to collect your thoughts. “Did we make plans for today?”

Nate huffs out a laugh. “Last night?” You give him a look, biting your lip. Nothing about this conversation is ringing a bell. “You, uh, having some trouble with last night?”

“A little bit.” You admit sheepishly, gathering plates for the two of you. “I saw Rach’s Snaps of me; the less we talk about last night, the better.”

Nate laughs, but it doesn’t meet really meet his eyes. It’s like this half chuckle, like he knows he should laugh, but almost doesn’t want to? “I don’t think you’re alone there.”

“Oh, tough training day?” You tease, sitting down next to him. “Who puked first?”

That gets a real laugh out of Nate. “Nah, I was all good today.”

“More than some of us can say.” You mutter.

“More than one of us can say.” Nate corrects jokingly.

It pulls a laugh out of you as you reach for some food. “Thanks for bringing all this.” You smile at him.

“Yeah, anytime.” Nate says, finally grinning back at you with a real smile, that one that only you and his family and his friends get to see. “I-” He cuts himself off, stopping abruptly and picking at his food instead.

“You-” You prompt and it’s only a few seconds before he answers, but it feels like minutes, hours, an eternity.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He says simply, like it’s as easy as that.

And maybe it is, but you don’t understand how something as simple as that can make your stupid crush on him feel like it’s jumping into overdrive. You see him all the time; you have dinner together at least three times a week when he’s home for the summer. But Nate actually telling you he’s been waiting for this all day? You swear your heart skips a beat.

“I’m sure I would have been too.” You look up at him, finally, when you’re sure your face isn’t going to give you away. “You know, if I remembered we were doing this today.”

“Do-over tomorrow, I guess.” Nate deadpans.

You laugh. “It’s a date.” The word feels funny on your tongue, but you catch Nate grinning before he ducks his head down for a quick second.

“Deal.” He says boldly, looking back up at you just in time to catch your double take and the shock on your face. “We’re going out next time, so there’s no confusion.”

“No confusion? You didn’t ask me out in the first place!” You protest.

“How’d you know? You don’t even remember!” Nate counters.

“You were like, at my door with food already when you texted to come over. That’s no different than any other day!” You argue.

“Well it was supposed to be.” Nate says, setting his plate aside.

“How-” But he cuts you off, leaning across the couch to kiss you, this imperfect push-and-pull that’s also somehow just right. “Oh.”

“Oh suddenly we’re speechless?” Nate’s grinning. “I should do that more often.”

You nod, pulling him back in. “You really should.”

“Could probably be convinced.” Nate mutters against your lips, his hand already moving to caress your cheek, and so what else are you supposed to besides jump in with him.

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Nonononono hear me out right? Imagine Oikawa, one of the most powerful demons around, snags a reader who wants to be a hero and just kind of says 'aight this ones mine now'

Powerless

Warnings - Mentions of killing, the word blade, a religious joke here or there, cursing, referenced nsfw, the req was short but I managed to make this long af, sorry if the ending is trash :(, might do a part 2

Note: I have one mood and this is it

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI, Respect The Boundaries of the Writers. ✨This isn't about you✨

Demon King Oikawa Tooru.

Infamous for a...multitude of things. For one, his power. Two, the astounding number of people who lust after him. Cults and chapels have been erected in his favour, solely because of his attraction. Nobodies even sure if he's a demon of lust at this point, or if he's just naturally handsome.

And lastly, of course, his ego. His power gives him a big head, though that isn't undeserved. He's just as cocky as he's allowed to be. While it may seem like overkill to some people, they'll quickly find that all of his self conceit is well earned.

Of course, that makes him a big target. Any heroes career would be made if they could kill the demon king. Hell, some get publicity just by returning alive. Young, naive, aspiring heroes want to get his head on a platter more than anything.

And, of course, you were no exception.

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"I just don't think you're cut out for this, son."

At first you'd scoffed. Chalked it up to your mentor being crazy. After all, he was the one who trained you for this!

Nearing the end of the dead forest though, you were starting to wish that you'd listened to him. The energy, the atmosphere, felt like it was wrapping around your neck. You could almost see the dark tendrils around your throat.

The whispers of the forest- prominent, though unintelligible- faded the farther you got from the tree line. Anyone with eyes, ears, or even a nose could tell how corrupt the land was here. Dead birds, ravens to be exact, littered the grounds. Every few yards, you had to step over or around a carcass.

Your torch, near burnt out, clattered to the ground.

There wasn't any need for it anymore, the dim sunset illuminating the deathly area. A small shudder tore through your body. It's like you could feel eyes on you, even in the obviously vacated expanse.

The castle wasn't any better.

Cracked and broken cobblestone lined the pathway up to the doors, travelling up a rather steep hill. From where you stood, you could see the different layers. True to it's unholy resident, the castle was make of dark brick and stone. Sharp, jagged pillars jutted up at the tips of towers, pyres in small heaps littering the area. Some looked as if they were already burnt.

Your hand drifted to your side. There your sword hung, sheathed tightly in a leather casing. The sword was all you really needed, though a couple extra daggers and limited magic items were helpful. After all, it was the demon king. Just a sword wasn't going to kill him off.

You smiled at the thought of your sword being framed when you became a well-known hero, famous for being the blade to deliver the finishing blow.

Those thoughts were quickly disrupted as a bird fell to the ground at your feet.

You grimaced, gently kicking the corpse out of the way and continuing on the rocky cobblestone path. There hasn't been any sign of people for the last two miles. You knew that there was an immensely powerful demon king not even twenty minutes away from you, but it felt like there was nobody for miles on end.

Obviously though, no sane person would get as close to this place as you were.

With one final, (and tentative) step, you arrived at the front door. It felt like any and all sound was swallowed by the walls, all of your senses instantly on edge. Nothing felt right here. It almost made you want to turn around, but you've already made it this far. It would make no sense.

Drawing in another shaky breath, your hand made its way to the door handle. Not much skin touched it through your gloves, yet you could just sense how wrong it felt.

You could only hope that the next time you see these doors, you'd still have your head.

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Nobody told Oikawa that being the demon king would be so...boring.

As opposed to what everyone thinks, it's actually rather monotonous. Wake up, go seduce some townspeople, maybe burn a village or two, kill some heroes who come by, and repeat. Nothing happened that he didn't expect anymore.

Hell, it's gotten to the point where he just smites heroes before they even finish their little speech!

In his defense though, their speeches were starting to sound the same. All the "you are an ungodly creature of darkness"s and "I must avenge my family"s just felt the exact same. They only wanted to kill him for the publicity, the bounty, or some stupid thing about their families legacy. He's so bored.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, (thank god), by the sound of footsteps pounding on the floor. All at once the door to the throne room swung open, a sweating and panting Kuroo standing there. His black hair was wind tousled, sweat glinting on his forehead.

"Wow," Oikawa scoffed. "Somethings got you running."

Kuroo stood up straight, shrugging and attempting to appear collected. "What do you mean?"

Oikawa raised his brows.

"Right, there's a hero in the castle." Kuroo chuckled awkwardly. "Want us to take care of him?"

Oikawa perked up. Another hero? Really? He wasn't looking forward to doing the same dance again, though maybe this time it would be slightly different. "Let him in," he grinned. "Maybe this one will have something for me." He was never one to turn down opportunity.

Kuroo, plagued by a bit of disbelief, nodded and left the throne room. Presumably it was to tell the fox twins.

Another wicked smile split the Demon King's face, brown hair shifting as he tilted his head to the side. Somehow, he got the feeling that this time, something interesting would happen.

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You figured that the castle would be partly deserted, but this was just weird.

No sign of any living beings. Demons, animals, humans, nothing. Was it an ambush? Quite possibly. Still though, you continued on through the halls.

The inside, just like the outside, was made of dark stone and brick. The floors were marbled and grey, veins of gold running through it. It was actually relatively pretty. You thought that there would be skulls and bones everywhere, bodies even. The castle was well taken care of.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. Seriously, there was no one. You thought that the all powerful Demon King would at least have some guards stationed around. You were grateful for it though, the lack of protection making it easier for you to get into the castle.

In truth you weren't exactly sure where you were headed. You believed the demon king to be in his throne room, though where exactly that was remained a mystery.

Using your limited knowledge of how castles are built, you slowly tried to make your way to the center of the castle. The back center, specifically. You hoped that you'd find the throne room there, plus you were following the remnants of magic.

Even not being a magic user yourself, it would be hard not to feel the weird fluctuations of energy in these halls. Demons always left some kind of trail behind. Which, of course, made this weirder. Nobody was stopping you, but it was clear that there were being in the castle aside from the king himself.

A thought struck you as you reached two huge double doors. (They no doubt led to the throne room). Was it possible that the demons were letting you get this close? Of course, there had to be some kind of second meaning behind it, right?

Drawing in a breath, you flung the doors open.

The throne room was different than the rest of the castle, if only slightly. Grey marble and gold veins staying the same of course, the walls slightly lighter than before. If you had the time to look closely, you'd notice the oxidized bloodstains on the walls.

"Well well, look who's finally showed up!"

Your breath hitched in your throat, barely registering the door creaking closed behind you the moment you stepped forward. He was just as...no, more terrifying up close. The horns jutting out from the sides of his head, twisted upward, held a muted purple colour that shined in the equally muted light. His tone of voice was teasing, almost whiny.

You couldn't tell if his eyes were brown or red, but either way they glowed dangerously. "Well, boy?" He tilted his head, soft brown hair bouncing slightly. "You are here to kill me...aren't you?" His tone shifted. Deeper, more serious.

Your hand quickly made its way to your sword, eyes darting from his horns to his eyes.

He laughed. "Why do you keep looking at my horns like that? You are here for my head, are you not?" You wanted to nod, though he spoke before you could get an answer out.

"Wait a minute. You're here for something more...carnal, aren't you?"

Your eyes widened. "What- no! I'm here for your head!" Your grip on the swords hilt tightened. The rumors about his looks were true, (maybe even understating them), however that is not what you're here to do.

The teasing smirk dropped off of his face. "Oh. Lame."

Your brows knitted together. "Lame?" What was that supposed to mean?

"Oh nothing," he rolled his eyes. "So if you're going to deliver a speech, best do it now. Before I, you know, kill you real bad."

You only looked more confused.

Oikawa scoffed at your lack of response. "Jeez, come on, you know what a soliloquy is right?"

"Well yes but I don't think that really applies here-"

"Tomato whatever, get on with it!" He'd turned around, hands firmly gripping your shoulders.

Your breath stopped short for a second.

"Oh come one," his face moved closer. "Is a little proximity all it takes for you to freeze up? Maybe you aren't cut out to be a hero, boy," he snickered. His nose was brushing yours, breath minty and cold.

Without thinking, your sword was at his side in a flash of silver. Maybe it was just out of reflex, the need to defend yourself. The blank, shocked look on your face morphing into one of confusion. Why wasn't your sword moving further? "Was that the best you could do?" The king whispered.

Looking down, you realize just why he was so revered. He'd caught the blade in his hand, a trickle of black blood visible on his palm. No grimace, no noise of pain, nothing. "Hey, eyes up here sweetheart," one of his clawed hands was on your chin now. The wound, one that would cut almost anyone's hand off, didn't seem to throw him off his rhythm at all.

Horror and realization befell you as your eyes met his. You weren't ready. You didn't know what to do, except relax and let instinct take over. So that's what you did.

You let the sword fall out of your hand, causing him to have to catch it at an awkward angle. Using his moment of distraction, you reached into a bag at your hip. Sand. Sure, he was a demon, though it's not like his eyes were impervious to sand.

The dust hit him in the eyes, a startled, strangled noise leaving him. You turned, darting to the only open window as fast as possible. Jumping was not a good idea by any means, though maybe you could use the little magic you knew to your own advantage. You hesitated. You didn't mean to, but really it was just in your nature to be a little cautious.

Oikawa's eyes cleared just in time to see you fall out the window, hands darting back and forth and lips moving. Magic. "You clever little thing," he snarled, at the window in only a few seconds flat. He almost jumped out after you, but then he stopped. Sure he could follow you, but what would be the point? It makes more sense to simply leave you to come back on your own.

"Hey!"

You didn't look back at the sound of his voice, though you did catch the next words to fall from his mouth. "The names Tooru, by the way!"

You didn't say a word, focused on the cold burn of your heart pounding and your legs moving. You'd failed far faster than you thought you would, but you'd be back. You didn't even bother to step around the birds, only focused on getting out. After all, he'd let you leave. There wasn't any way you were taking that for granted.

Back at the castle, Oikawa's hands were still gripping the window's edge. He'd watched your form run until he could hardly see you, still gazing off in that direction. The twins were hovering behind him, wondering when the right time would be to speak. The bloodied sword on the ground, (and the grains of sand), were clear signs that you'd done something.

After elbowing one another for a minute, Osamu spoke up. "Would you like us to take care of it, Lord?" He pushed Atsumu back in an attempt to seem more dignified.

They got silence for a second before he responded. "No. That one is mine. Leave him be." The twins nodded in unison, leaving the room like they were never there.

You didn't do much. There were other heroes who'd done far more to him then you had, though still, something stuck with him. Maybe it was the utterly useless conversation you'd shared before anything actually happened. Maybe it was the vague potential he saw.

In any case, he was going to see you once more. Somewhere you'd least expect him.

Oikawa never was fond of leaving unfinished business.

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