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roturo · 6 months

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Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!

tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.

A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?

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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED

How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And that’s big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?

And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing he’s a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so that’s why he’s losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport.

Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because he’s living it right now.

He couldn’t bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shoko’s number like it was a habit.

“What do you want, Gojo? I’m in the middle of trying to know how Yuuji’s body is capable of being Sukuna’s vessel. Like- It’s quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-”

Shoko’s voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojo’s line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.

“Are you okay, Gojo?...”

“Fuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didn’t even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy… or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. I’m fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs won’t cooperate.”

A loud laugh was heard coming from Shoko’s line. It was clear she’s been holding it all this time just trying to make sure she’s gettin it right.. and well.

“Gojo.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard right now?”

Silence.

“You know what? I’m sending Y/N over there with some medicine. You’ve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.”

Sex- what?!

Before he couldn’t even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.

Knock. Knock.

No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojo’s room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?

He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.

“He might be another type… of… Gojo?... Anyways. He’ll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.”

So that’s why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.

It’s not like people don’t know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.

“G-Gojo…?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it’s like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow he’s in front of you.

“Are you here to help me? Y/N?”

His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.

A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.

“I need a verbal affirmation, princess”

Ah, the nicknames. If you weren’t wet by now, you’re pretty sure you’re leaking right now all because of him.

“Yes Satoru, I’ll help you.”

His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.

You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.

Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was “I’ll buy you new ones later” but right now you couldn’t care less.

Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.

His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldn’t notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.

And like it wasn’t enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.

“Satoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.”

The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.

“Will you please let me fuck you?”

A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojo’s face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.

His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it.

“Ffuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?”

Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didn’t feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorry’s´ while he kept thrusting.

Oh.

He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure.

You’re pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didn’t realize once he confessed to you.

“You’re so pretty- ffuck– I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just… have you all for me- sshit. I love you.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you weren’t so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.

Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldn’t stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?

You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.

“Do you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ I’m pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.”

He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum… dry?

How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?

Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?

“Ah- shit baby.”

You couldn’t pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.

You were here at 7.45 o’clock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.

And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.

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wonton4rang · 20 days

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pairing; bnd x reader.

warnings; kissing, fluff, maybe some teasing.

summary; bnd as your high school crush.

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sungho; he would be one out of two things: or super direct or super shy. he's the type to bluntly help you out in class and carry your books and give you those lovey dovey eyes with a soft smile that would just make you melt. he wouldn't be very into physical touch but you could definitely catch him brushing his hands with yours when he showed you the last assignment that you got the day you missed school. he would definitely come forward and confess to you on a random day, but random for you because he 100% thought about it for weeks.

riwoo; i'm so sorry but you are not going to be with him. not because he wouldn't literally die for you, not because you didn't like him back, but because he was so shy that he would never admit he would like you two to be more than just friends. you knew each other since the beginning of high school and you were great friends but you both thought it was just that and never tried to come forward with your feelings because you didn't want to ruin your friendship. but if you do confess to him??? he's such a simp, blindly in love with you :((

jaehyun; everyone knows that he likes you but at the same time no one knows shit. jaehyun is a very extroverted, energetic and outgoing person, very touchy with everyone, including you, so you couldn't really tell apart if he liked you or not, it was those quick moments that would give you a hint, when he got shy after you met eyes with him, when he blushed after you hugged him back or even when his hands started to shake when you said how cute he looked. he would confess abruptly, saying it because he just couldn't hide it anymore, you obviously said yes and got yourself a simp pt2.

taesan; a riwoo pt2, he is so on love with you he can't even think straight, the only difference between him and riwoo is that he doesn't talk to you AT ALL. he wouldn't even look at you, trust me, you have NO clue that he likes you. that's until one day that you guys got stuck in this math project together, you finally seeing his soft and giggly side after you complained for the nth time. he would lower his head with a shy smile and that's when you knew you actually got him crazy over you. honestly, you confessed and he thanked you because it'll be years until he managed to do it himself, now it's been years since you both were dating.

leehan; shameless but shy, how? I don't even know but he is. he would flirt with you so much that you didn't even understand how you kept blushing about it, but the best part was when you actually got close to him or flirted back and he just laughed nervously with that eye smile of his that made you feel dizzy and sick in your stomach. he would confess probably because he just wants to know if you guys can be something more than just friends, if not he's fine as long as he can still be by your side.

woonhak; him being your high school crush is honestly so vivid in my mind that i can physically see :') he would joke with you, do faces that make him look kinda silly but you are laughing so that's enough for him, he stays behind and helps you clean the classroom, he tries to cover up the fact that every ball he throws at the basket was for you, he's just so in love. he brings you your favourite ice-cream when he finds you in the field after school, sitting by your side and looking up front when he confessed that you were the cutest person he ever knew and that he would like you to give him a chance. a chance??? you were ready to give him all the love in the world if he asked you to.

#boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor x reader #leehan x reader #jaehyun x reader #riwoo x reader #woonhak x reader #taesan x reader #sungho x reader

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lqvactually · 2 months

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Tung Tung ʚɞ Riki x Reader

Masterlist | Pt2

ʚɞ Synopsis : Through your first and second years of college, Riki has been your best friend. He's supported you when no one else had and helped you make more friends than you could've on your own. However, you both struggle with knowing you like each other. And this party he's convinced you to go to? You can't see it going well.

ʚɞ TW : Drugs, drinking, violence, swearing, indirect mentions of sexual intercourse

ʚɞ Tags : University AU, best friends to lovers, kissing, hand holding, fluff, more fluff

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You pulled out of Riki’s grip as soon as you were outside, face burning with anger.

“What’s wrong with you, Y/n? You supposedly only came for me, and you don’t even drink. Yet here you were, grinding on some guy you barely know, drunker than I’ve ever seen you! You don’t get to ‘what the fuck’ me.”

A frustrated laugh left your lips, your hands going to grip your shoulders. “I waited for two hours, Riki. While you were off getting high and laid, I just sat there waiting for you. I deserved to have a little fun.” You gestured to his wet hair and new clothes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“I’m not high,” He growled, “And I didn’t get laid. Me and Hee took turns holding back the girls’ hair while they threw their guts up for two hours straight. I would’ve texted you, but Mina threw up all over me and wouldn’t stop.” Riki ran a hair through his hair, sighing. “Just…” His eyes traveled to your shivering figure and he removed his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. “Let me drive you home. I swear I didn’t drink.”

“That’s it? No apology?” You scoffed, shrugging him off. “I was actually enjoying myself-”

Riki’s face soured again, his anger returning full force. “You don’t even know him, Y/n. You know me. What did he even offer that I couldn’t?”

You shook your head. “Don’t start this Riki, I’m too drunk to have this conversation again.”

“No, we’re going to talk about it. What does he have that I don’t?” His voice began to break.

“Riki, stop.”

“Would you have shoved him off if he kissed you?”

“Riki, I said stop.”

“I won’t stop.”

You threw his jacket back at him, turning to walk back inside. “This, this is why I can’t deal with you.”

“Where are you going?” Riki grabbed your arm, but you shoved him off.

“Back to Sunghoon.”

His breath thinned as his anger thickened. At his sides, his fists were balled, and you stepped back, warry of his temper. “Don’t you dare.”

“You can’t control me, Riki,” You laughed, running your fingers through your hair. “I’m your friend, not your dog.”

“I never said you were.”

“But that’s how you’re treating me!” The desperation on his face was so intense you had to look away. You didn’t want to give in this time, you didn’t want to let him win. Not after this bullshit. “Look. We can talk in the morning when I’m sober, and you’re calm. Okay?”

He sighed, rubbing his face in his hands with frustration. “Let me take you home. I won’t talk, I won’t try anything. I just don’t want you with him. Please.” He offered out his jacket. “I promise.”

You snatched it from his hands, taking your heels off on the way to the car. “One sound and I’m getting out.

Never in your life had you experienced a headache this horrible. You were dizzy, your vision blurry. Your ears rang when you first sat up.

“Hey…” Riki walked in almost immediately, checking your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a fucking bus.”

“That,” He sat next to you, offering you a glass of water. “Is unfortunately normal. But it’ll go away.”

You took the glass gratefully, sipping it slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to soothe the constant pounding in your skull. “I don’t wanna go to school today.”

“I know,” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you hid your face in his chest to block the light out. “I can stay with you.”

You groaned, banging your head against him. “It fucking hurts.”

“I know.”

He took care of you well, but silently. You could tell he felt bad about last night, and you almost felt bad too. By about five pm, your headaches had subsided and you’d thrown up only twice (which according to Riki was good, considering how much you drank.)

You were laying in the living room together watching TV, cuddled up under the blankets, your head on his chest. Untouched take out sat on the coffee table, both of you too cold to sit up and eat. It was nice. You liked this.

It reminded you of everything before that stupid incident. Before things like last night started happening.

Your phone dinged, an unknown number showing up.

Unknown: Hey, it’s Sunghoon

A small smile crept on to your face. You hid your phone from Riki’s view.

You: Hey!

You: How’d you get my number?

Sunghoon: I asked jay for it after he finished throwing his guts up this morning.

You giggled slightly and Riki leaned over your shoulder to look at your screen.

“Who’s texting you?”

“No one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not no one, you’re giggling like crazy.” He snatched the phone from your hand, reading the texts. His face fell before you could snatch it back. “Oh.”

“I said it was no one,” Your voice was agitated.

“I don’t like him.”

“You don’t have too, I do.”

Riki laughed angrilly at the blatant attack, sitting up. “Y/n, I like you. I want you. I’m always there for you why do you want some…” He glares at your phone, “Some prick you just met?”

“Maybe,” You hiss, “Because he respects me and doesn’t just think about himself.”

“You kissed me back,” His voice cracked, all anger draining from his face. “I know it’s not just me, Y/n. I just hate…”

You put your face in your hands. “Riki, I really don’t want to ruin the relationship we already have. You know what happens, couples break up and they stop talking. I can’t lose you like that.”

“Not acknowledging how we feel seems to be ruining us a lot quicker,” He whispered. His thumb brushed against your cheek. “Please, Y/n. Forget him.”

You bit your lip. These past few months of knowing you weren’t the only one who wanted him, they were torture. Watching him get hit on by other girls, pretending you didn’t care. It all drove you insane. But still, the thought of losing him over a kiss or two? It scared you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You mummble, placing your hand on his.

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it does.” Riki’s eyes were soft, softer than you’d ever seen them (and you’d seen him look at puppies while on shrooms.) “Let me show you what we could be.”

You snorted at his cheesyness, but leaned into his touch. “One chance. Fuck up once, and I’m dumping your ass out in the middle of no where.”

He leaned down until your noses were touching. “Yes ma’am.”

Your breath hitched. Holy shit.

Time seemed to slow down as his lips pressed softly against yours. Your first kiss had been desprate, unconventional. This was thoughtful and yet, it conveyed the same need as the former.

Your arms slipped around his neck and he moved until you were between his legs, trapped by his arms. Breathing was unecessary in that moment. All you needed was this, the warmth of his body and the heat of the moment.

Riki kissed you again and again until you were forced to pull back for the unfortunate essential need of air. Everything was spinning and you were quite sure you looked completely dumbfounded.

“That was really hot.”

You groaned, pushing Riki away playfully. “You really know how to ruin a fucking mood, don’t you, Nishimura?”

He shrugged, leaning down to kiss your nose. “Just saying what I know to be true.”

“I’m about to sock you in the face.”

“And what if I’m into that?”

“EW!”

“So you finally worked up some balls and kissed him,” Yuna snickered, sipping her iced coffee. “I just lost a bet, Y/n. You owe me an ounce of weed.”

You rolled your eyes, linking your arm through hers. “Why were you guys even betting on that anyways?”

“Because you two little hoes have been pining after each other since day one,” She scoffs, pushing you away. You should be offended by this, but you only smirk.

“Whatever.” You both walked through the mall in comfortable silence until you saw a black mercedes parked about twenty feet away. “That’s my ride,” You grinned, “See you later, Yuna!” Riki got out of the car, walking over to you leisurely.

Yuna wrinkled her nose, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, go make out with your little boyfriend. Leave me alllll alone.”

Riki put an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Doesn’t sound half bad, now does it Y/n?”

You elbowed him in the stomach. Hard. “Bye Yuna!” You ignored your boyfriend’s pained grunts as he followed you back to his car.

“Was that necessary?”

You got in the passenger seat, buckling up as he shifted the car into drive. But before he could step on the gas, you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“Shut up.”

He smiled, turning to kiss your lips instead. “Gladly.”

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whyulooklikethat · 1 year

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The Pipers Princess

Hey this is my first ever fanfic so i hope you like it!

Parring(s): Gender neutral reader x Peter pan (OUAT)

Warnings: bad writing, MAYBE some spelling mistakes... I think that's it, tell me if i missed anything

I shot up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Looking down I see I’m in bed still. ‘Another nightmare…’ I think to myself. Laying back down, I try to relax. Listening to my breathing, just focusing on something helps calm me down. But then I see it: a shadow at my bedside window. It has small blue lights for eyes while the rest if it is pitch black. I’m not as scared as I feel I should be, I feel kind of calm? At ease even? Maybe it's because of the breathing exercise I did. It looks like it wants me to open the window? ‘Should I?’ I ask myself in my head. ‘Why not‘ I thought, ‘What do I have to lose?’ I slowly open the window, but as soon as I do it grabs me, taking me away. For the first few seconds I’m in shock, frozen, and then panic sets in. ‘What were you thinking?!’ I think. ‘You see a creepy shadow in your window so you open your window for it to grab you?!’ Looking down I see how beautiful the city really is, you can see all the lights in their full glory. Where very high up, at least 100 feet in the air. As I look back up I start to get very dizzy, no more than 3 seconds later I'm out cold.

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I wake up to the sound of water and the smell of the ocean. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the new lighting, but as soon as they do you see a jungle. “What?” I say aloud. Turning around I see the ocean. ‘That makes more sense’ I think to myself looking down at my watch 7:13. “Where am I?” I said, talking to myself or so I thought. “Neverland.” I spun around. Coming out of the jungle an (attractive) boy around the same age as me. “Who are you? And what am I doing here?-” I am cut off by the boy. “Hold on one question at a time” he said “I can answer the first question,” He pauses for a moment, “I’m Peter, Peter pan.” he says bowing like the name itself is royalty. “Ok, Peter” I said slightly annoyed “Why am I here?” “Because-” “PAN” Some runs out of the woods, interrupting him. “We have a problem”

Peter and the other boy are speaking in what seems to be french, (or any language u don't speak). I wish I had paid more attention in french class.. They seem to have been leading me to what seems to be a camp of some kind. “Felix?” Peter says “Yes, Pan?” “Take our little friend here to my hut.” Peter says tilting his head towards me. “What?” I ask, shocked at what he has just said. I was not sleeping in the same room as a boy I met… How long has it been? I go to check my watch. 7:13. The same time I woke up...

CLIFFHANGER! B/c y not? Let me know if yall want a pt2

#Peter pan #ouat #felix #Reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #peter pan x reader #peter pan x gn reader #felix x reader #first fanfic ever #idk what im doing

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hobaworld7 · 1 year

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KNJ - Teach me - pt2

pairing : reader x namjoon / unistudent!reader x teacher!namjoon / bestfriend taehyung, maybe he's in love with the reader, he doesn't know yet -and neither do i lol-

genre : forbidden relationship, teacher and uni student relationship, all consensual, both mature and over 21. the reader is a v!rg!n and kinda innocent. really a slowburn, it start to get into the real thing tho in this chapter. some romantic rapprochement you know winkwink

word count : almost 3k

warning : don't hookup with your teacher plz, this is just fiction, just don't do it okay AHHAHA

summary : NamJoon is a new teacher and you are the student president. He notices you after being late a few times in a month and he's trying to get your attention. You both feel an attraction but this is forbidden so you try to forget about it.

a/n : i could write a whole book just with the inspiration that turtleneck-namjoon is giving me. enjoy army. okay i'm lowkey really proud about where this story is going. it will have more then two part.

disclaimer : pictures from pinterest / namjoon isn't mine / just an imagine

READ PART ONE HERE

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''Hum, hey, I don't know who you are but Y/N just collapse in my arms, completely drunk. I saw your number on the back of her phone. Are you her boyfriend? Anyways, could you come get her. Her friends are all gone or fast asleep. Here is the address.''

Namjoon wasn't asleep yet. It was past midnight but he was relaxing while watching his favorite show on the couch. His cellphone was on the table in front of him, facing the wood. He was surprise to hear it buzzed at this hour. The thought of you needing him was enough to jump off the couch and grab it.

He read the text and got up to go grab some shirt to cover his naked chest before grabbing his key and leave his apartment. It was only fifteen minutes away. He put on some music and check his phone while driving to be sure you were still okay. When he arrives in front of the house, he grab a hat and some sunglass so the students doesn't recognize him. He turn off his car and walk to the door. Hearing the loud music, he understood that the party was till going on for a few of them. It was strange to see his student drunk and high, dancing or sleeping every where they could find a comfy corner. He recognize Taehyung on the couch, sleeping, the mouth open, completely black out. He walk around the house, to find you sitting outside, near the pool. He rushes over you.

-Namjoonie oppaaaaa. You're hereee.

You difficulty get up and tried to put your hand around his neck but the alcohol was quite running into your body so you loose balance. He rushes over you and wrap his hands around your hips and you fell against his chest. The sound of your laugh made his heart skipped a beat. Even your laugh was more than beautiful. You rest your dizzy head against him.

-I think, I think, I may have drink a littleee too much oppaaa.

A little chuckle leaves his lips. He help you stand up straight and walk you toward his car.

-I'm gonna bring you home okay? Can you tell me your address?

-Oppaaa, do you think I'm pretty? Because I think you are really sexyy. Oops, I think I shouldn't be saying things like that. But you now, Mr.Kim, when I see your arms though your shirt when you teach us, makes me want to take private lessons with you.

He stops his walk to look at you. You cheeks were burning red because of the alcohol and you were laughing uncontrollably. He had to take a deep breath and remembering you were drunk.

Since his first day teaching your class he notices you. The student president, always studying, these cute glasses on the point of your nose, the way your skirt was revealing your thigh when you cross your legs, everything about you made him crazy. He tried telling himself that he was a teacher and couldn't think that way. The age-gap wasn't too big and the way you were looking at him earlier this day. He had to take a hot and long shower as soon he got home, making sure to pleasure himself a bit because he couldn't get you out of his head. Since he was a responsable adult so he won't try anything on you tonight, but your confession made his heart skip a beat.

He helps you sit in the car and buckle your belt so you stay safe under his responsibility. You finally gave him your adresse and he was surprise to heard you were living alone.

-My dad left when I was young. It was only my mom and I but she got sick last year and died this summer. I was able to stay at this school since my situation but had to moved out on the other side of the city. That is why I was late quite a few times.

Your drunken confession surprises him. You shaky hand grab his.

-I'm alone. I'm alone and no one notice. Not even my friends.

You leaned your head on the window, keeping his hand in yours, fidgeting with his finger, lost in your thoughts. The more he drives, the more he realize you weren't living in a particularly safe neighbourhood. He let out your hand once he was park in front of your apartment building. You stumble out of his car, your sickness taking over your drunkness. You fell on your knees. He rushes out to reach you in time to grab your hair before you throw up on the street.

-That's... That's embarrassing.

You let out a little laugh and he grabs a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips.

-Y/N, are you okay to go inside or you need help?

-I think I-I can do it.

You get up but end up stumbling in your own feet. He grabs your arms, saving you once again to fall.

-I'll help you. Here, lay on me.

He put his arm around your waist and notice that you knee were scratch, bleeding a bit. He helps you into your apartment and once you're able to unlock the door, he enters with you. You were living in a small studio, not luxurious but it was comfy enough for you. You stumble to your bed and lay on it, your back on the soft comforter. NamJoon stays in the entryway. He'll just help you getting in bed and leave after, he told himself. He took off his shoes and walk towards you, kneeling in front of you. He gently took off your heels and put them by the door. He walk his way to the kitchen, wetting a tablecloth and walking back to you. You were already fast asleep. He gently rub your hurt knees and made sure to clean the scratches so it won't get infected. Finally, he put one of his arm around your back and the other under your knees so he could get you comfortable under the comforter. Once he was sure you were okay with a glass of water and an empty bucket on your night stand, he lock the door and went back to his place. He was happy knowing you were safe in your bed.

***

On Monday morning, you were fully recover of your hangover. You did, indeed, remember everything that happen with Namjoon and the anxiety to see him today had keep you up all night. You put on your uniform and seeing the scratch on your knees, you decided to put on some knee-long socks to cover them. You grab your bag and left your apartment at 5 in the morning, making sure to not be late to class. Once you arrive at school you stop at the coffee shop and grab yourself breakfast and a coffee. Before leaving you thought about your teacher and decide to go back so you can buy him something to drink and eat as a way to say thank you for helping you Friday night. You weren't starting with his class, you had it at the end of the day, but you still walk in and put the food and coffee on his desk, writing a little note, signing with only your initial so others don't get suspicious.

The day went well, you were a little tired but the insane amount of caffeine you drink kept you up for the day. It was time for your last class. Namjoon's class. You joined your friends for the break and Taehyung wrap his arm around your waist.

-Sorry I couldn't get you home safely Friday. Were you able to get home safe?

-Yeah, I-I called an Uber and went home. And you?

-I woke up Saturday morning still buzzed but yeah.

Your friends laugh and you lay your head on Tae's shoulder, trying to get some rest before your last class start. He gently stroke your hair.

-Hey Y/N, what's with the sock? You never wore them. One of your girl friend said.

-I fell Friday night, my knees are all scratched.

You let out a little laugh and Taehyung put his hand on your thighs, putting down your sock a bit to see the state of your knees. They were still red and sore. Your teacher walks in front of you and you friends at this moment. Your cheeks went red and you rapidly put your sock back up.

-Mr.Kim is so hot right? I wish we could fucked our teacher without consequence.

You turn over to the friend that said that, surprise by her speech.

-Are-Are you serious right now? You want to fuck your teacher?

Your cheek start to burn a little but your friends didn't seem to notice the redness.

-Come on Y/N, every one had that fantasy at least once with a teacher!

Before you could answer, the bell rang, alerting you to start walking to your class. You say bye to your other friends but Taehyung stays by your side since you were in the same class. His arms around your waist, you enter the class. You could feel NamJoon's look on you. He let out a little cough and you took this sign to get away from Taehyung and sit at your designated place. Taehyung went to the back. The class went well. He started by teaching some grammar rules and after that you had an hour to work on an essay. You wrote almost half of it when you decide to lay your head on your desk to rest your eyes a bit. Unexpectedly, you quickly fall asleep.

The bell rings to notice the teacher and student that it was the end of the class. Before Taehyung could wake you up, Namjoon tell him to get closer so he could talk to him.

-I'm not leaving yet, I'll let her sleep a bit. I need to talk to her about the correction she did last week anyways. You can go.

He bowed respectfully and left the class. It was only you too now. As he said he let you sleep for an hour. He finished all your work and decide to come wake you up. He pulls a chair near your desk and at the tip of his finger, put your hair behind your ears. You mumble something in your sleep. He let out a little laugh and weakly say,

-Hey sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up now it's already 5pm.

You open your eyes, blinking a few time to adjust to the light. NamJoon continue stroking your hair.

-Did you sleep well? You fell asleep during class. Is your draft done? I need to take it and correct it tonight.

You look at the paper to see it only half done. You look up to NamJoon who has now lay back in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest. You bit your lips, staring at him in the eyes.

-Hum, if you can give me half an hour, I can get it done.

-Mh, perfect, I'll be at my desk.

He smiles and get up before walking to his chair. He sits down and start working on his computer for the next thirty minutes. When you finish your draft, you get up and walk to his desk. You stop in front of it and hold out your draft. He looks up and take your essay.

-Y/N, come here. He gave you a sign to come next to him.

You walk around and stop when your a few step away from his desk. He turns towards you and grab your hand, pulling you closer.

-Sit on the desk, Y/N.

-W-Why?

-I wanna look if you knees are healing right.

You hesitantly sit on the desk. He closes his laptop and put it away. You weren't in front of him and he didn't like that idea. He wanted you the nearest he could. He put his hand on your thigh and pull you towards him. You clench your legs together, your body heating up at the sensation of his hand on you.

-Can I look?

You nod and he slowly put down one of your sock after another. His finger slightly rubbing the side of your legs. A spasm runs trough your legs. He let out a little chuckle, proud to see you react under his touch.

-Are you okay Y/N?

-Hum, yes, I'm really okay Mr.Kim- Namjoon.

His eyes were still locked on your legs.

-And is it okay if I do this?

He slowly moves his hand up your bare thigh. A shiver runs through your body and you let out a little yes. He put up your skirt a bit and lean toward you to kiss the bare skin of your thigh. A little whimper get out of your lips out of surprise. The tension was heating up the room. He put his other hand on your left thigh. He slips his other hand between your legs to spread them a little. He looks up to your face. You were biting your lips, trying to control the sound that could possibly get out of your throat.

-N-No one ever touch me like this N-NamJoon.

-You've never been touched before Y/N?

You shyly nod your head.

-Tell me then if you want me to stop okay?

-O-Okay.

He wanted to devour you. Kiss all the part of your body and tear off all of your clothes so he could see your pretty naked body right now. He needed to be patient. He wanted to be gentle and not scared you off, especially with the confidence you just did. He was pleased to know he was the first man touching you, and he wanted it to mean something for you.

He put one of his hands around your waist and pull you so you could sit on his lap. When you suddenly feel his muscular thigh under yours, a little moan get out of your mouth. His hand then gently went up your back, leaving a trail of shivers against your spine. He finally grab the back of your neck, so he could pull your face closer to him. He smiles at the sight of your blushing cheek and put his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your arms wrapping his neck, leaning closer to him to feel his chest against yours. You were hungry for his presence and his touch. His other hand were caressing your inner thigh, making your body shiver under his touch. He slowly rub his thumb on the already wet fabric of your painty. A spasm of pleasure crosses your body and you lean your forehead in the crook of his neck, letting out a little moan. You were so fragile between his hands and under his touches. He wanted to take you right here; right now. But it wasn't safe on a Monday might to fuck a student here. Especially not you since you already showed him how sensible you were under his touch. His hand then subtly reach your hips and rubbed circles on your waist as his mouth travel to your neck, kissing and slightly bitting your skin.Your eyes travel along his arms, silently admiring the way his muscle was shaped in his shirt, angling your head up towards him. You roll your hips on his crotch, feeling his moan vibrating against your skin.

-We can't- We can't continue this here baby.

Against his wishes, he distants himself a little so he can look at you in your eyes. His hands caressing your cheek.

-Not tonight, not here. They are still a lot of personal working, especially on Monday night.

You heard a knock on the door, thankfully Namjoon locked it and closes the blind subtly at the end of the class. He put his index up against your lips, giving you the order to stay silent.

-Yes, give me a minute, 'coming.

He lean towards you and whisper in your ears.

-Go to your desk and work on your essay. And straighten your skirt baby girl.

He helps you get off his laps and gently smack your ass before you go sit at your desk, pretending working on your essay. He walk to the door and open it.

-Sorry I have a student redoing today's assignment, is it important?

You subtly heads up to see the principal in the doorframe.

-No it's not, just wanted to remember you about the teacher's reunion tomorrow night. Work well Y/N.

He smiles at you and you bowed your head to the director. He left the class and Namjoon closes the door.

-Get your things baby girl, I'll drive you home, it's getting late.

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SEE YOU AGAIN IN PART 3!

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts imagine #teacher x student #romance #kpop imagine

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gnattyplayssims · 1 year

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1946 Pt2 - Finding Forgiveness

Autumn was coming once again to Evergreen Harbor and as the air began to turn crisp and the leaves began to brown, Kye took the ferry to Port Promise alone. It felt like forever since he'd really been outside and he took in the fresh air with a satisfied breath.

"Thanks for meeting me here Knox. Getting into port was hard enough."

"Don't even worry about it. Kailee has things she needs me to pick up anyway"

Kye let out a relieved breath.

"We're putting a ramp into the new place, next time we'll find a way to get you there."

Kye nodded trying not to think about the effort they were putting in on his behalf.

"Hey what's going on? Why the long face?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't give me that. You're mopeing. What's on your mind?"

Kye sighed, "I miss Anabelle."

"So ask her out."

"Even after she lied?"

"Yeah. Anabelle told a pretty big lie...and I cheated, Kye."

"I don't think I can do what Kailee did."

"Let me tell you something, Hezekiah. When we came home, I didn't know how I fit into Kailee's life. She had every right to leave but she didn't and it changed everything"

"I still don't get it"

"Kye, I consider you my best friend and I know there's nothing that makes you happier than when she's by your side. She doesn't deserve forgiveness, neither did I but if you can work through it? There's nothing sweeter."

"Can...you show me where to start?"

Kye was listening to Anabelle's radio show when she entered the room. "Do you really have to listen to that?"

"It's not that easy for me to turn it off. Or close the blinds when the sun's in my eyes."

She sighed and crossed the room to get the blinds and he took her hand gently.

He pulled her down to sit on the floor between his legs "What are you doing?"

"You've done so much for me in the last 2 years, I want to take care of you for once."

"You don't have to do that. I'm still upset with you."

"I know...so am I. but I'm trying."

He lowered the brush and ran his fingers through her hair. "When Sofia disappeared that morning...It was torture sitting here, waiting, with no power to help"

Anabelle wrapped her arm around his leg forgetting that he couldn't feel it. "Oh Kye, I didn't even think about that."

"I knew it would be hard physically. Learning how to do normal things again...needing help to put on my own socks. I wasn't prepared for the emotional toll. And everytime I think about what I've lost with Sofia."

"I'm so sorry Kye."

His hands dropped away from her. "I know."

He leaned down over her and she felt dizzy. "I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's okay."

She pulled back searching his eyes but he had them closed as he kissed her forhead, dropping the brush in her lap. "Kye?"

"Please say yes."

"No. Not until you look me in the eyes."

She turned to face him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you've truly forgiven me."

"Only if you can promise me there are no more secrets."

"None. You know everything."

"Then I forgive you. But please...don't ever keep something like that from me again."

"I won't."

He leaned forward to bury his face in her neck inhaling the scent of her hair and skin. "I forgot how amazing you smell."

"Maybe you just never smelled me with clean hair."

"That could be it." He slipped off the couch and into her lap nuzzling her neck and ear gently.

Her breathing became labored as his mouth moved towards hers, lingering, their breaths mingling but their lips not touching, "What's wrong?"

"I still feel so angry."

"Why?"

"I know I'll just disappoint you. Being with me-"

"Stop it! It'll be different, but different's okay."

She helped him get back onto the couch then climbed on top of him running her fingers through his hair and then cupping his face in her hands. "Kiss me Hezekiah."

And he did, pulling her as close to him as space would allow tasting her for what felt like the first time.

"This feels so right." She sighed.

"Does it?" He leaned forward so she tipped off the couch. She squeeled and clung to his neck laughing. "You know what I think?"

"Hmm?"

"You kiss different when you're hiding something. You won't ever be able to keep a secret from me again."

He pulled her down with him as he lay down on the couch and she rested her head on his shoulder. "This brings me back. All those nights in the tent when you would lay beside me and I would hold you in my arms. We didn't need anything more back then just each other's warmth."

He rolled her over and they kissed again unable to get enough of each other until finally she pulled away. "I do have one more secret"

"What is it?"

"That first night you let me sleep in your tent...I knew there was no one else for me. It was never just about the warmth for me"

She traced his check bone and then turned around so she couldn't see his face. "I want to woohoo again."

"What? Anabelle you know I can't."

She swallowed nervously. "Stop saying that. Of course it won't be the same but...I know you can make me feel the way you did before."

She helped him to the bedroom and took off her clothes, climbing on top of him.

"I don't know what you want from me?"

"Your mouth seems to work just fine"

His mouth found her chest and he'd never tasted anything so heavenly. She pulled off his shirt and he moaned at her touch.

He buried his face in her chest again enjoying her softness and she squeezed his wrist encouragingly. Her fingers traced the scars on his back as she pressed nearer.

"See, you'll always be man enough for me."

They didn't seperate until the kids returned from school.

1947 Pt1 - Now I See the Light

#mizrahi legacy #classic generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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coastcrimson · 2 years

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Communication pt.3

pt1 > pt2 > pt3

Blocky has alot on his plate, and there's no one around for him. Until, his crush woody lends an ear and tries to help him with what's going on. Only problem is...he cant give words of advice, because he can't talk.

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author's note: HELLO IM BACK WITH MORE FANFICTION I GUESS!!1!!1! THIS TIME THE LOVELY @flipdocdm4 WAS NICE ENOUGH TO HELP ME MAKE SURE IT WASN'T SHIT SO TY BESTIE I APPRECIATE YOU 👍 ANYWAYS ENJOY I GUESS <33

Blocky tried to cover his face, he didn't want his crush to see him like a disheveled mess. God, he was so stupid, why did he have to start crying outside? Anyone could see him! Woody must think he's so sensitive, he probably hates his guts by now. He kept wiping away the tears but it was like for every one he dried fifty took it's place. They were rolling down his face, gathering and making his entire face feel wet. He felt so embarrassed, his face starting to heat up and turn red. He was starting to get dizzy, everything was just too much for the poor guy. He wanted to lift his head up to breathe but didn't want to see Woody's concerned face again. No, he'd probably left after seeing him in tears, probably thought he was too weird and left off thinking he was an idiot. So he turned his head up, only to see Woody still standing there, starting to crouch, writing something on a piece of paper.

He handed him the paper, and through blurry tears he started to read it. The paper read: "I would ask if you're okay but you clearly aren't.. want to talk about it?". Woody was looking at him, hoping that he would trust him enough to tell him what was going on. Blocky just sat there, looking at the note, rereading it to make sure he read it right. Did woody actually care about him...? No, no, he obviously pitied him, nobody cares enough about him to want to hear about his struggles. Woody didn't care, it was pity, he was sure of it. But even if it wasn't genuine, he still wanted to tell the one person that at least pretended to care about what was going on, he just couldn't keep it all to himself anymore. He was a ticking bomb about to explode, and if he hadn't yet reached that point, he was scared of what it would look like when it actually happened. He read the note one more time, just to check it wasn't a mistake what he had read. And surely enough, there it was, the pitiful sentence asking if he wanted to talk about it. He managed to choke in the sobs in his throat and said "yeah, I think I want to talk about it...". Woody sat down next to him and started writing on his notes again. "So, what's on your mind?". Blocky didn't know where to begin.

"God I don't know, where do I even start?" Blocky said, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to call himself down. Woody could tell he had alot on his mind, and he knew just how hard it was to explain it in a coherent thought. He started writting again. Blocky looked at the note,, reading it outloud. "It's okay if you need a second to think". Blocky felt himself about to cry again, why was he acting like he cared? He was just there because of pity, he didn't care about him. So then why did he feel so safe?

He felt gullible for thinking Woody cared.

Woody was just pitying him, he didn't care.

No one cared.

He didn't matter and nobody cared, nobody even liked him, he was just an idiot that people felt bad for, he didn't even know why anyone cared enough to talk to him, he doesn't matter, his feelings don't matter, everyone's better off without him, he should just-

He felt a warm batch of tears rolling down his face again. He had started going down a spiral of thoughts again, and this time he couldn't get himself out. He felt so weak letting people see him like this, vulnerable, even.

He felt more tears drop. They dripped onto the notes woody had given him minutes before, they dripped onto his hands, they were everywhere. His eyes were like big leaky faucets, no matter how hard you try the water will still come out. He couldn't stop crying, body shaking, head throbbing with all the incoherent thoughts and feelings.

He felt so lost, so alone, he felt cold and tired. He choked on his sobs, one wanting to come out before the other finished. He was a mess, and he didn't like it.

Suddenly, he felt something around him. It was Woody, hugging him and moving his hand to play with his hair in an attempt to calm him down. He handed him another note, blocky read it and just let the tears flow out. "Its gonna be okay, just let it all out. I'll be here to listen when you're ready".

He just let everything come out, the incoherent thoughts he had been having escaping his lips one after another, left unfinished as another one took it's place. He laid his head on Woody's shoulder and just let everything out. Through a mix of sobs and jumbled words, he managed to get out something out. "Thank you," he said. Woody responded with another little note, "you're welcome". He could talk about his feelings in a composed way later, for now, however, he was perfectly fine with just crying it all out and letting himself be loved. For the first time in forever, he would let himself be cared for.

#bfdi #object show community #object shows #animated objects #battle for dream island #bfb #gay #gay moment #slay #woodblock bfb #blocky bfdi #bfdi blocky #bfb blocky #bfb woody #bfdi woody #woody bfb #battle for bfb

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brief pt2 spoilers, but i was thinking about the first few chs of pt2 again. partly cuz whenever i rmbr "the wizards transformed into girls one time & kids another time cuz they dislike vincent" it makes me laugh. i saw fanart of akira w kid!wizards and went haha thats cute, then i read the chapter. u can imagine my surprise

but it always gets me thinking about the following conversation of 'the wizards will behave this time right' 'uhhhhh......probably...?' 'sir sage they Have to behave' 'well if vincent was nice to them theyd be nice back...' + how those chs especially was very..."these ppl thinks akira can control the wizards" (not only the ppl akira ends up speaking directly with, but also general ppl w power that akira cant reach), when akira (multiple times) has reiterated how while they do wish the northern wizards could get along they realize they have their own experiences and cant force them to do something (+feeling somewhat bad they have to live at the manor together). they dont want to do that already, but they also realize that ummm good luck with that frankly. so it just ends up like a lil "haha u sure do think so" to me whenever its brought up ppl r worried "who" has the power of oz & mithra, when its like......ya they do go along with things akira asks of them (more so in the case of oz), but those have always been relatively smaller scale things?! + if the command line went someone -> akira -> oz/mithra i dont think theyd like that either LOLT_T (disregarding the topic of the sages books and symphony) its very much the. akira treating them like friends rather than some ulterior motive of making them do their bidding

->cue brads sages heart ch. they listen to the sages heart. which in turn makes me think again of those concepts where the last fight with the moon didnt go that badly->no one has a reason to stay together at the manor->akira probably only befriends the ppl there+arthur. like at the end of the day (to me !) it feels very, Because the situation is what it is, and Because akira takes care to listen to them, they end up building that trust. its all about love !!!!!! (akira nvr orders anyone either its always a question......

#stardust speaking !#also cuz i think its funny when akira met up with the northern wizards w/ vincent and the first thing #akira did was compliment them & tell them they were scared of them to put them in a good mood #and then vincent goes 'who is the strongest' and akiras all '?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!STOP!?!?!?!?' SISJSKWKWKQNAKJD #vincent & owen talking about arthur was unreal btw. also snow getting angry &white going 'beloved brother he literally agreed use ur ears'#those first chs truly was a rollercoaster in feelings. i was thinking aboit them cuz i was gonna start rereading but #ive been so busy today..T_^ tmrw maybe #other things ive been thinking about is that scene when shylocks heart starts burning and akira is so distressed #'what if u put ur hands on his chest maybe' (akira does it in panic to the rests despair)#'im used to burning' faust u............ough that being the part when he uses akiras name too #WHEN I REREAD IM GONNA NOTE DOWN when they use akiras name. important info (to me #also i get shylock being mad at oz but also it gets me so Woah & excited considering he #kinda Very Much Knows oz almost killed murr. makes me dizzy. but u go shylock #theres sm drama within the first half alone like theres no way akira Didnt cry more. considering they cried when #all the stress was over at the end of 2nd anni. pt2 start is TERRIBLE (positive)

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Secret Admirer pt2

Continuation of Secret Admirer Synopsis: It’s time you and your gentleman caller take it a step further Warnings: NSFW; rough sex, creampie Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28436301

The fact that until now, your brain hadn’t stopped and decided this was going too far, was more unsettling to you than the situation you found yourself in. The only thing separating you two was a thin sheet of glass and a wire screen. If he really wanted to put a rock through it, he could. You just stare at each other for a while though. Even this close, you can’t see the eyes behind the mask, but you can feel them boring into you. The initial shock of it all had caused you to let your hand fall slack at your side, but the crackling of a voice on the other end was calling you back.

“Hello?? Is everything okay?”

You clear your throat, eyes still locked on the plastic mask. It’s cheap looking, you can imagine exactly what it smells like.

“Yeah-... Yeah, sorry. I think it was an animal getting into the trash. I’m alright.”

The pause on the other end comes off as irritated. The superficially sweet tone that returns adds to this.

“Alright, honey. I’m gonna get some sleep, call me if you need anything else.”

“Goodnight,” you want this call to end just as badly as she does.

The line dies and you drop your phone on your bed. The figure hasn’t left. Or moved at all. You imagine he heard your conversation to some extent. A gloved hand gestures to his left.

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

Yet you find yourself walking to the back door. Possessed by… who knows. A high sex drive you suppose.

The back door is wide open by the time you reach it, grounding you instantly. What the fuck were you thinking? You had the chance to call for help and you just threw it away.

Without thinking, you close the door, and immediately your attention is drawn down the hall again. A door slammed shut behind you. Unarmed, and apparently out of your mind, you take a few drawn-out steps down the hallway.

Correction. Your door had slammed shut. You could see it clearly now. You could hear your phone ringing from inside.

Well. He’d suggested taking things a step further. Though, at the time you’d assumed it was just dirty talk. The thought of him fucking you himself was just a way to help you get off.

The swirling mix of excitement and fear is enough to make you dizzy, and it’s the driving force that makes you twist the doorknob with an albeit shaky hand.

There isn’t a mask waiting for you on the other side, which is what you’d expected. There isn’t much of anything, except your still-buzzing phone sitting in the middle of your bed.

From where you’re standing, you can’t see the caller ID, and you allow yourself to take the bait. You made it all the way to the bed before the call stopped, and as you lean onto the bed, one knee up, the flash of a camera alerts you to his position. You whip around, eyes wide, only to be met with another blinding flash of light.

“Strip,” he says plainly, muffled by the mask.

You’re dumbfounded, but you don’t test his patience. First, you start to pull your shirt over your head.

“Slowly,” he hisses, but you’re already halfway out of the shirt.

You try to make more of a show out of taking off your pajama bottoms, having turned around to face the bed while you do it. Another flash.

“Stop there. Get on the bed.”

He seems a lot pushier this time around. Not that you mind. You crawl onto the bed, settling on your knees and resting your hands a little too politely in your lap. In all honesty, you’re not sure what to do with them. Or yourself for that matter.

“Spread ‘em.”

You part your knees, running your hands down either thigh.

Two flashes.

“Take those off, and-“

He cuts himself short as you turn around and promptly get into what you assume is his favorite position (face down into the mattress), making an agonizingly slow spectacle of pulling down your underwear.

The camera clicks a few times but when the room falls silent again, you turn to ask for further instructions.

A leather-clad hand pushes your face back down into the comforter. The other lightly grazes it’s fingertips over the bare skin of your lower back and over to your hip before gripping it roughly. You wince and squirm, and you’re almost certain you can hear a soft sigh.

Both of his shins pin down your calves.

“You’re already wet.”

There was a change in his tone. It was slight, like he was fighting hard not to let it show, but it was there. He was getting excited.

This is the exact image you’d been playing over in your head for a few weeks now, you could only imagine he’d been daydreaming about it too.

The sound of his zipper makes your heart start to pound in your chest. Just like he promised the first time you’d spoken over the phone, he presses his shaft flat against your ass. There isn’t much preparation beyond that though, he’s eager to press the head against your entrance, and even more so to completely sheath himself inside of you.

There’s a long grumblr in his chest, you can feel it as he leans down against you. It seems like it’s taking all his energy to take it as slowly as he is, which isn’t saying much.

He doesn’t offer you the courtesy of asking if you’re ready, once you’re totally filled up, he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. His pace is relentless right from the rip. His palm moves from your face and yanks you back by your hair.

Now without a buffer, your moans cut through the previously still house. Every so often he tugs at your hair to get you to yelp, but you find yourself getting pushed a little closer every time.

Your scalp burned as he suddenly yanked you back against him, his hips slapping against your ass. The cold plastic of the mask startled you as it touched your neck.

“I want you to cum all over my cock,” he whispers, his grip on your hair making you cringe, but his voice made your cunt twitch.

Who were you to deny him that request? Only after a few more pumps the spark shot down through your body, causing you to tense up before shuddering and spitting out obscenities. The show you put on must have helped him reach that mental peak too, because before you’d even stopped spasming his hips jerked up against you one final time and he let out a guttural, shaky moan.

You could feel the cum dripping down your thighs already, his cock was still twitching inside of you. Finally he let go of your hair, and you collapse onto the bed in front of him. You couldn’t even find the energy left in you to raise any questions, not even about his decision to finish inside of you. He doesn't seem quite as drained, as he zips his pants back up and collects his camera.

“I’ll call you,” he assures you on his way out.

You can’t help but snort, but it’s probably safe to assume that he isn’t joking.

#mine #ghostface x reader #ghostface x oc #danny johnson x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x oc #horror fanfic #horror smut #smut fanfic

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~She cares pt2~

So this one took me a while to come up with like a week or two which really stressed me out but it’s finally here and I am proud of what I have done for this part in the story! There will be 4 parts in total for this Yelena series and I hope you all enjoy ;)

Plot: While out on a mission with Yelena and Natasha. You get injured quite badly, taking a bullet Yelena rushes to your side. Scared she's going to lose you.

Warnings: Minor swearing

Angst with a hint of fluff

Shit. You cursed yourself for letting that happen, you were on a mission with some of the team, fighting HYDRA. Not looking in a certain direction, you noticed a Hydra Agent in the corner of your eye, just as you were about to fight them, you got shot. Above your. Which inevitably made you fall to the ground in absolute agony. Putting your hand over the bullet wound trying to not bleed out, you managed to get your radio.

In all honesty you were in that much pain you didn't think you would be able to even get a word out "Um, Nat, Yelena I could really use some help right now." You asked over the radio.

"I'll get there as quick as I can Y/n but right now I'm fighting off atleast 5 agents?" Natasha' voice was heard over the radio and you felt a little better with how calming her voice could be at times. You wanted to say something, like the reason you were asking for the help, but didn't want to ruin the whole mission by her having to come back for you.

"I'm here." You heard a familiar voice come around the corner, Yelena. When the russian spy saw you in the condition you were in she practically bolted to your side and kneeled down in front of you. The two of you had gotten rather close the passed three months, now five months into being an Avenger. "Yel-

"Shh don't speak. You'll be okay, I'm here." She interrupted you as soon as she noticed what had happened to you. She removed your very bloody hand from the bullet wound and applied pressure to it herself, you winced at the pain. "I'm sorry, dorogoy, it will hurt but I don't want you losing anymore blood. Okay." She was so apologetic but also straight to the point at the same time, you'd never seen her like this. She looked so worried and so upset, it felt unrealistic to her personality but you were glad that she was here.

She radioed in Natasha and told her what had happened and the redhead had told her that she would get the car that they came in and drive it through the ware-house if she had to initially dropping the mission just to come rescue her. "I guess thats what I get for not using my power. I'm so stupid." You chuckle, trying to make a joke at this time proved to not be going well.

Considering Yelena looked very serious, she was not amused. "I j-just wanted to ask you something." You pause when pain shot through you even more, you started to feel rather dizzy but tried to stay awake for your sake and for hers. "Stop talking." Yelena adds. "The more talking you do the more energy you're letting out which is making you tired, and you're not allowed to pass out on me!"

You weakily smiled at the blonde, the way she was just holding you You felt like you could just drift off and everything would be okay because you are safe. You felt like you could just slip away happily if she just let you do so.

"Don't you dare! I need you here" Yelena practically shouted that at you.

"I just want to...close my eyes" all you wanted to do was close your eyes and get it over and done with, of course you didn't want to leave Yelena but...you knew that you would have to. "If I told you I loved you would you stay awake!" She mentions, trying to keep you from passing out as much as she could. You looked down and her hand was covered in your blood. You never knew such a small bullet wound would bleed so much.

Even that wasn't enough to keep you from passing out as much as you loved hearing her say those words, before you could even reply to her (even weakily) you felt yourself black out.

"No, no! I can't lose you!" Yelena sobbed when she realised you were no longer awake, although she could still see that you were breathing but barely, angry she grabbed her radio "Where the hell are you Nat!" She shouts.

"I'm a minute away, how she looking" Natasha responded.

"She just passed out, Nat hurry, I can't lose her!"

I am so sorry abt this part but it was for the plot hehe, anyway I hope you enjoyed! I shall be accepting some requests soon to but only one at a time as I’m not used to writing for other people!

#yelena belova #she cares series #she cares part 2 #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #yelena is a softie #marvel #OneShots #my writing #yelena belova x fem!reader #I will accept requests tomorrow

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Five Times, by DarkIsRising, pt 3(pt2)

parts 1&2 on ao3 (now with a shiny new title!) part 3 (pt1) here

So this part is nsfw/explicit. Just FYI

Five Times Din and Luke Met (and one time they never parted)

The alley leads to a street and then they are passing through another alley.

When they finally emerge they are in a part of Mos Eisley that Luke has seldom been in. Here there is a thrum of danger in the air and a spill of blood in the sand.

Even at high noon there are drunks staggering about, the flash of blaster fire settling scores, and sex workers plying their wares from shaded alcoves.

Luke isn’t afraid to have been brought here, not when he is more than capable of defending himself, but he is surprised. They stop at a door and Luke can read from the sign posted on it in seven different languages that it’s the sort of place that rents by the hour. There is a Zabrak working the front desk behind a blaster-proof shield. His horned head doesn’t so much as raise from the holodrama he’s watching as he growls out: “Rates are on the wall.”

Oh, kark. This is really happening.

“I can— “ Luke starts, reaching toward his belt but is stopped by a gloved hand in his wrist.

“Save your money,” the Madalorian says, voice even as it ever is. If his feelings are rolling through him in a dizzying blob of want and nerves and shock and anticipation like Luke’s are he certainly doesn’t sound like it. “I’ll take care of it. I’m about to come into some credits soon.”

Luke’s laugh comes out airy, high, and maybe with a touch of hysteria. It only makes this whole situation more unbelievable—more ridiculous and mind blowing and exciting—that his own bounty is going to be paying for…. Well. Whatever it is that they are going to be doing here. Together.

The Mandalorian lays out a handful of coin with a clack and then also points to a barrier and a packet of lube in a display behind the desk, right next to the tiny sewing kits and the individually wrapped bacta plasters.

“Have fun,” the Zabark deadpans as he powers down the shield enough to pass over the stuff. His yellow eyes barely flicker to Luke before he’s drawn back to his holodrama. Still it’s enough for Luke’s cheeks to ignite in a blush that threatens to turn supernova.

But then there’s a gloved hand on his shoulder pushing him through the hall to a room that he opens with a swipe card and all the blood that had been warming his face spills into his belly.

“So, what should I call you?” Luke asks through a mouth gone dry at the sound of the door to their rented room whooshing shut.

“Mando works.”

And Luke doesn’t know what he was expecting, exactly, but somehow he’s disappointed. But then the Mandalorian—Mando—brings his hands up and the breath dissolves in Luke’s lungs so fast it’s like he’s been spaced as the beskar on one of Mando’s forearms is stripped away by a capable hand. Once that’s done Mando works a black and tan glove off to reveal the pale skin of fingers that may very well have lived a lifetime hidden away behind leather.

Luke’s chin is caught between two fingers that are soft and human. His face is tilted up to meet his own reflection in the sharp lines of a silver helmet. A thumb strokes the dimple in his chin and he can’t see Mando’s eyes but he knows he’s being examined. Probably taking in the blue of Luke’s eyes because, really, that is the most remarkable thing about his face and so that’s usually where moments like this go.

“Pretty,” Mando finally says and it’s not quite a compliment, more like he’s stating a fact. The thumb moves up to rest against Luke’s bottom lip, which is as close to a kiss as they are likely to share, so Luke decides to make the most of it.

Opening his mouth, Luke takes Mando’s thumb into his mouth. He can taste traces of leather and the faintest tang of sweat when he swirls his tongue around the warm press of it. He can taste it even better when he sucks sharply, letting his cheeks hollow, and when Mando pulls his hand away he lets it go with a wet pop.

“Well, Mando,” Luke says with a brash smile, the one that can make even Han go pale over what fresh disaster Luke is about to get himself involved in. “How do you want to do this?”

“Take off your clothes. Get on the bed.”

There is absolutely no reason those dispassionate words, warped and clipped by a voice mod, should be as sexy as they are, and yet Luke is punched in the solar plexus by what they do to him. Mando turns away to slide the disruptor rifle he’s been wearing strapped to his back off his shoulder and leans it against the wall before removing the rest of his weaponry.

Maybe not all of his weaponry, since Luke has no idea how many the other man is wearing, but there is an arsenal accumulating steadily on the wobbly, three-legged side table. By comparison the single lightsaber that hangs from Luke’s belt is almost laughable, but he takes off his poncho and sets it carefully in the folds where Mando won't be able to see it on the off chance he is some kind of expert on the weapons of nearly-extinct sects of galactic protectors.

The rest of Luke’s clothes come off quickly, and it must say something about his eagerness that Luke is naked while Mando is still finding more weapons to remove. Sitting on the edge of the bed he waits, trying not to swing his legs impatiently.

“Here,” Mando says, tossing the foil-edged lube packet without so much as looking in his direction. Luke catches it easily. “Open yourself up.”

Mando turns back to his pile of weapons and Luke tries to wait him out, but the bounty hunter isn’t paying him any attention. Instead he fiddles with some armor and looks for all the world like there isn’t a naked man perched on a cheap motel mattress, waiting for him.

“Do you even want to do this?” Luke asks, curious.

“Why?” Mando counters. “Second thoughts?”

“No,” Luke says quickly. “Not at all, I’m just confused, I guess.”

The sigh that Mando gives is loud enough to be picked up by his helmet’s modulator, which tells Luke quite a bit about the severity of that particular emotion. “I just don’t usually do this sort of thing.”

“Oh,” Luke says. He gives himself a moment to take that in, to rearrange what he’d thought he’d known about the bounty hunter with the man that is actually in front of him, and winds up the other side of it with a smile. “Then, since it seems like I’m the one that’s done this the most between the two of us, let me tell you that instead of standing all the way across the room it’s way more fun if you actually get close to the guy you’re planning on fucking.”

At the word fucking Mando’s head snaps up.

Luke tears the lube packet open with his teeth and squeezes the slick out onto the fingers of his left hand as he leans back.

“Come here,” Luke says, propping a foot onto the bed, tilting his pelvis to make sure that Mando has a good view before he starts to push his fingers inside of himself. “I want you to see what’s going to be yours—and only yours—for the next hour.”

Mando keeps most of his armor on, but Luke doesn’t mind. It’s kind of hot, to be naked against all that beskar, even if it is easier to see the dents from repelled blaster fire and the places where russet paint has started flaking away when he’s got his legs thrown over Mando’s shoulders.

By the time Mando comes Luke is on his elbows and knees, still trembling through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. If the Mandalorian makes a sound, it’s too soft to filter through his helmet. He does go still, though, and Luke braces himself for Mando to withdraw but instead he stays where he is, their bodies joined even as his hardness starts to fade away.

The press of steel between Luke’s shoulder blades is so unexpected it makes him gasp. His skin prickles in goosebumps as the warmth of it is greeted by the chill of Mando’s helmet. There’s something vulnerable about Mando in that moment, and Luke can feel his heart flip over strangely. He’s got a hand pressed to Luke’s hip and Luke shifts, balancing carefully, until he can reach back with his own gloved hand to touch it.

“You okay?” Luke asks, softly, like he’s afraid of startling the guy away.

“Yeah,” comes the reply. “Just give me a minute.”

He feels a little ridiculous telling him “Take your time” in this position, but Luke does mean it and maybe Mando can hear some of that in his voice because he stays put.

It’s only when a staticky comm turns on and the growling, bored voice of the Zabrak at the front desk warns that they only have ten minutes left or else they’ll have to pay for another full hour whether they use it or not, that he pulls out.

“Thanks,” Mando says at last into the quiet once they’ve both pulled their things back on: Mando his weapons and Luke his clothes.

“No problem. You seem—” Sad, Luke thinks. Lonely, but they don’t know each other well enough for Luke to say either of those things. “Tired.”

“Yeah. I guess I am. Okay, Skywalker,” Mando says, drawing himself up and squaring off his shoulders. He unclips a pair of cuffs from where they are hanging off his newly buckled belt. “Your choice. I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold.”

Luke can’t help it. He laughs.

“I like that one,” he says as the durasteel closes tight around his wrists. “You should use it more often.”

Peli is probably going to kill him, for letting himself get picked up by a bounty hunter, again, and leaving his X-Wing in her hangar, again, but he can’t seem to worry about that right now.

Instead, Luke lets himself be led back to Mando’s ship. No one in Mos Eisley gives so much as a second glance to the Mandalorian bounty hunter and his bound quarry. Once inside the ship, Luke even steps into the carbonite chamber on his own with no pushing required.

It feels like the least he can do. The Mandalorian really does seem tired.

#spicy #dinluke #dinluke fic #darkisrising fic

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Old Scars and New Beginnings Pt2

So I have no self control and can’t keep stuff back once it’s written. So here’s the next part because, insomnia lol.

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Marinette came back to reality slowly. The first thing she noticed was that she was still holding on to a person and they were rocking her in a soothing manner. They were humming softly as well but she felt the vibration of it more than she heard it at first. The second thing she noticed was that she was cold. Between the temperature and the wind she was wishing she had more than a long sleeve t-shirt and thin coat on. The last thing that seemed to penetrate were the voices.

“We’re not kidnapping her Batsy! We just needed to get her somewhere quiet where she could calm down. And I’d appreciate it if you left for now. The kid seems to think she’s going to get in trouble so the last thing she needs to see right now is you.” The voice took a minute to register properly but when it did she recognized it as Harley. It took a few more seconds for the words themselves to register. Kidnapped? Batsy? What…

Marinette jumped up as her brain sluggishly caught up. She immediately started panicking again when she saw Batman talking to Harley. Oh god, she was so screwed. She’d been in Gotham less than an hour and she’d already caused enough of a fuss that Batman was staring at her. Her breathing became shallow again and she was unconsciously backing up.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry!” That was all she got out before she choked up again. Her breathing was coming in harsh pants and she was getting dizzy. They were all staring at her and it worried her even more. Later she’d be able to remember the concern on their faces, but right now it just felt like an accusation. The litany began in her head. Worthless, failure, deviant, screwup, pathetic. The words just kept coming and repeating over and over. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She was still backing up but didn’t notice until she hit air. For a moment she was weightless, until arms wrapped around her again. The same ones that had been holding her earlier.

She could hear yelling but couldn’t make out the words. All she could do was cover her ears and whimper. Weak, useless, burden. The words wouldn’t stop. The pain wouldn’t stop. Too much, it was all too much. When the blackness swallowed her there was a faint hope that it would keep her.

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“Will you three shut up!” Selina was livid. She’d held back before because she didn’t want to scare the poor girl further but the second the kid passed out, probably from lack of oxygen, she rounded on the others. “All you’re doing is making things worse.” She watched Harley and Ivy exchange a look before muttering apologies. Batman just stood there acting all calm and collected. It took everything in her not to push him off the roof to see if that got a reaction. She looked at the rogues. “You two head out. I’ll take care of the girl.”

Harley looked like she wanted to protest, and Selina understood. She was the most equipped to deal with this type of situation, but being around the rogues is what set her off in the first place. She ended up just sighing and nodding before she and Ivy took off, leaving her alone with her fiance. She just glared at him until he shifted slightly.

“You should have listened to Harley. You know damn well they wouldn’t hurt a kid and she’s the most qualified to get a proper read on her mental state. She was starting to calm down until you showed up.” She was still cradling the girl to her chest and couldn’t help but worry over how small and light she was.

“Perhaps that’s because she has something to hide.” Selina was too dumbfounded to respond at first. Bruce Wayne, the man who made it his mission to adopt the most feral and violent kids possible, was seriously acting like this kid was a menace. What the hell?

“Have you lost your mind? You saw her, you heard her. If she was hiding something it would have come out of her mouth with the way she panicked. What is wrong with you?” He let out a sigh, the one he used when one of his kids was being trying, and the urge to push him off the roof just got stronger.

“Do you remember the call I got last night about a problem child in the exchange program needing a host family?” Of course she remembered. The list of grievances against them had been incredibly long especially given they hadn’t served time in a juvenile facility. But what did that have to do with… no. He couldn’t be serious.

“You’re not seriously going to tell me that this is her?” He just nodded and the girls words from earlier came back to her. ‘They always get mad at me. Always blame me. It’s always my fault’. She’d been willing to believe the file they’d seen when Bruce had shown it to her the night before, but now? Now she had to wonder exactly how this kid, who’d broken down at the mere thought of being in trouble, could be connected to anything they’d been told. “There’s no way she did anything in that file Bruce.”

“You’ve known her for all of half an hour Selina, you have no idea what she’s capable of.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Yeah because he was such a good judge of character. “Either way she’s my responsibility so I wasn’t about to just leave her with Harley and Ivy. If there’s any truth to what we know she’s likely to team up with them.”

“She wasn’t just with Harley and Ivy, she was with me. Do you really trust me so little as to think I would let that happen?” He hesitated. “Oh that’s just priceless! Why are we even still together if that’s the case? I can’t believe you.” She started towards the edge of the roof.

“Selina…” His tone only served to get on her nerves even more. He was lucky she was still holding the girl, Marinette if she remembered the name from the file correctly.

“Don’t Selina me. I’m taking her home and you can take your superior, selfrighteouges attitude to bed with you, because I damn well won’t be joining you for awhile.” She made her way across the rooftops until she made it to her car. She placed Marinette gently in the passenger seat and buckled her in before she headed towards the manor. Even unconscious the poor kid was curled into the fetal position.

When she arrived back at the manor, she immediately took the girl up to the room that had been hastily prepared for her. She was a little shocked to see her luggage before she remembered that Alfred had been tasked with picking her up at the airport. Of course he would have found out about the situation and brought her things here. Selina placed her on the bed before removing her shoes and jacket. When she moved away to put them near the door she heard the girl let out a sound between a whimper and a sob. It broke her heart.

As fast as she could manage, Seline changed and grabbed a couple bottles of water to take back to the room with her. Marinette would likely be dehydrated when she woke up and it was best to be prepared. When she got back to the room the girl looked to be in the middle of a nightmare. She was thrashing, and crying in her sleep. She hurried over and laid next to her in the bed.

“It’s alright kitten. You’re safe now.” She calmed a little bit at her words, and curled into her side. She thought about what she’d first yelled at Harley. At what had started her spiral. “You’re safe. I won’t let them send you back.”

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thepatricktreestump · 4 years

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Crush pt2 - peter parker imagine

crush masterlist

part 2 – an apartment in queens

The following weeks you found yourself sitting at Peter Parker’s lunch table nearly every day. You slowly got to know him better, understanding his passion for photography, his love for Star Wars, and of course, his obsession with science puns. Alongside him, you also got to know his friends, MJ and Ned. MJ was more laid back and careless than Peter, messy hair and doodling in class, dark humor and straight-to-the-point conversation. She wasn’t like the other girls you knew who liked to gossip about drama or swoon over boys. Instead she talked about true crime and conspiracy theories. Ned was a lot like Peter, minus the anxiety. He was a goofball who enjoyed LEGOs and read comic books and was always excited to announce whatever latest movie just came out or NASA’s newest discovery. His friends were interesting and cool, and you enjoyed hanging out with them a lot too. Of course, they weren’t nearly as charming and polite as Peter was, but you liked the company all the same. MJ was reliable in recommending you good music and Ned in showing you memes he thought you’d appreciate.

As far as Peter goes, when you weren’t sending silly selfies to each other or texting paragraphs back and forth over the phone, you both made an effort to spend time together at school. Study hall slowly became a regular thing between the two of you. After the dismissal bell rang, you would meet at the cafeteria vending machines to grab snacks, and then spread your textbooks out on a library table and breeze through your homework, sharing jokes and stories about the school day or whatever else was going on in your lives at the time. However, approaching the library that evening, both of you instantly pouted at the notice posted on the door.

“Closed for SAT prep,” Peter read aloud. “Uh oh.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you stared at the piece of paper taped to the entrance, letting out a small huff. “We have a test tomorrow and to be completely honest, I haven’t even read the last two chapters yet.”

“I have,” Peter piped up. “I can fill you in if you want, you can borrow notes.” He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes. “Although it’s not like you to be slacking on an assignment. What’s up?”

“I’ve just been helping my dad with this uh, this project lately,” you replied. “I’m trying to figure out how to improve computation time through admissible heuristic-”

“A* yeah,” Peter blurted, recognizing your words, and you paused, thoroughly impressed.

“Wait! Parker, you’re telling me you know algorithms?” you stood there, jaw still hanging in surprise.

“Sure, I am a computer geek after all,” he chuckled softly, flexing a humble brag. “I have a bit of experience in computer science, if you ever want a helping hand.”

“Holy shit,” you blinked, thinking to yourself, as if he couldn’t get any hotter?

“Anyways, you should really get on those chapters. You know this exam makes up ten percent of our grade for the quarter.” He pauses to think for a moment and then his eyes light up with an idea. “Let’s hang at my place and I can catch you up,” he offers, and you look at him incredulously, practically delirious at this point.

“Y-you want me to come over?” you raise an eyebrow and he stiffens, hesitant.

“Uh, I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he explains. “I just thought since the library was closed, you know, we could find a different place to study. It doesn’t have to be my place we can go to a coffee shop or the park or something-”

“No, no your place sounds perfect,” you insisted, head reeling at the fact that your crush just invited you to their house.

“Awesome, cause I know a really good pizza place on the way,” he grins and you think you could melt on the spot right there.

Peter doesn’t live very far from Midtown at all, just a couple transfers. And as far as pizza recommendations go, he knows the very best spot in town. It’s obvious he’s a Queens kid, the way he walks about the city and interacts with the people, it’s like there’s nowhere else he could ever possibly belong. It’s heartwarming, to see the way he talks about his favorite shops and people, pointing out little things like good climbing trees and perfect awnings for being caught in the rain. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he created the city himself, the way he was familiarized with everything. It was impressive.

Your dad didn’t really let you out of the tower to roam much. Happy usually escorted you around a in a car or he insisted you take a taxi rather than the subway. When you did go out, it was usually in his company, to a fancy party or a conference hall, a five-star restaurant or a prestigious academy. Being raised surrounded with such success and wealth was a blessing, and you were ever grateful for it, but it was times like these when you wondered what it would’ve been like to just be a normal kid. To be able to explore and meet others and know the city as well as Peter does, every little hideout and bodega, the best spot to watch the sunrise or grab a sandwich.

“Well uh, this is it,” Peter clutched onto the straps of his backpack, giving a nervous smile. “It might not be much, but it’s my home. It’s just me and my Aunt May, she’s the one who pretty much raised me so…” He shrugged and then opened up the door, you being sure to take everything in.

“Oh my gosh Peter! Hi! How was school today? Oh! And you brought a friend!” a bubbly brunette with glasses greeted both of you, scooping up Peter in a hug, and you instantly knew she must be Aunt May. “Hi dear, I’m Aunt May and you are?”

“This is y/n, remember?” Peter introduced you and you raised an eyebrow at that last part, noting the way that he must’ve mentioned you to her before. You tried to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Y/n? Oh yes, how could I forget your-” May paused immediately upon Peter’s terrified eyes and nodded slowly. “Your uh, your?”

“My friend,” he smiled. “She’s my friend, May.”

“Right. Awesome,” she looked at you and you could sense her suspicion, that they were hiding something, but you dismissed it and smiled back. “I’m so glad you could come visit today, Miss Y/n! Peter’s told me so much about you.” You looked at Peter and he gave you terrified eyes, making you laugh. “Oh, was I not supposed to say that?” May turned to you and you laughed harder, reassuring her it was just fine, but inside, your head was reeling. Peter had talked to her about you before? You just hoped it was all good things.

“Anyways… We’re gonna study for our test, so we’ll be in my room. Just knock if you need me,” Peter explained, and to your surprise, grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall, heart fluttering in your chest every step of the way. He dumped his bookbag on the ground and shut the door, flopping onto his bed, sighing. “Sorry that’s my Aunt May, she can be a little overbearing at times.”

“No, no, you’re all fine,” you reassured, taking a seat next to him at the edge of his bed. “I get it. My dad can be a lot like that too. Lots of questions and pestering- it’s just cause they care about us, you know.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that,” Peter smiled softly, leaning up and looking at you, noticing the way you pressed your lips together, waiting to ask something. “What?”

“You told her about me?” you wondered, and he swallowed nervously, clearly embarrassed.

“I mean, uh… Yeah. I did…” He paused, staring at the floor. “Is that okay?” he asked, scared. “I mean, I tell Aunt May about everything, she’s sort of my best friend- but not in a weird way, she’s my aunt you know, but-”

“You’re fine, Peter,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Oh,” he grew quiet, letting out a soft sigh of relief as you laughed a bit harder, smiling at him. He looked back at you, face reddening, hazel eyes softened. “You have a nice laugh, you know.”

“Really?” you cocked your head to the side, growing self-conscious. “I always thought it was a bit too obnoxious.”

“No, it’s genuine,” he shook his head, insisting. “I like it a lot.” He looked down towards his feet and started to pull out some textbooks from his backpack, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble. “I could probably listen to it all day.”

Reading classic English literature was never the most exciting way to pass time, but with Peter, it instantly became your favorite hobby. Both of you impersonated characters and made fun of the old dialect, as well as sprinkled in vine references at every appropriate moment. While writing notes, you doodled cartoons in the margins and decorated them with stickers. It was like hanging out with Peter outside of school made doing school related things much less nerve wracking. It gave you the freedom to be laid back, boisterous, and most of all, handsy. Throughout studying you found yourselves guilty of seeming to find any excuse to touch the other, whether it was poking, tickling, pulling hair, slugging a shoulder, or tugging on a sleeve. At one point, Peter even leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder and watching as you scrawled down notes, making your head dizzy.

A notification went off on Peter’s phone and he sighed, walking over to where it was charged on his desk before staring intently. “Woah,” he held his phone screen up to you with the displayed time. “I didn’t even know it was this late! I’m sorry.”

“Oh no,” you glanced at your own phone, spotting the several missed calls and texts from your father, sighing. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole. Shooting your dad a couple texts and asking Happy to come pick you up, you groaned, realizing there was no avoiding explanations on this one. The school library wouldn’t have even been open for study hall at this time if you said you were there. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Peter.”

“It’s okay,” he insisted, although you could sense his disappointment too. “Maybe another time?”

“Definitely,” you grinned. “I think I like hanging here much better than the library. You even have a periodic table up on your wall for reference.”

“Exactly!” he pointed out, overexcited, and you giggled at his enthusiasm. “The library’s got nothing on us.”

“It’s a lot quieter in here too,” you added. “Which is ironic, because you’d think a library is the quietest place there is.”

“Not in a high school it’s not,” Peter shook his head and you laughed alongside him.

“You got that right,” you agreed.

Gathering up your things into your bookbag, you joked back and forth with him, until you were about to head out the door and he stopped you, making you freeze. “C-can I ask you something?” he wondered and you stared up at him, wide eyed, nervous. “I’ve sort of been meaning to ask you but I get nervous sometimes and I didn’t know how you’d react but uh-”

“What’s up, Parker?” you smirked, having a feeling that whatever was about to happen could only lead to something good.

“Well you see, there’s this dance coming up, next week actually, and me and Ned were talking about it. Um, it’s the homecoming dance. I was wondering, if it’s okay with you, and it can be as friends or maybe more than friends but well, maybe, I was thinking…” he stopped rambling and sighed, looking at you, frustrated and terrified of himself all at the same time. “Would you like to be my date to the homecoming dance next Friday?”

“Peter-” you stared at him, fireworks exploding in your chest. “Yes! Of course!”

“Wait, really?” his eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, dropping your bookbag and rushing up to hug him.

“Really,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. You had never hugged Peter before, but he was warm and comfy and he smelled like fabric softener. You buried your face into his shoulder, squeezing tight, muffling your giggles. Both of you pulled back and he was smiling ear to ear, you as well. “I wish I could stay longer, but um, I’ll be sure to shoot you a text when I get home.”

“For sure,” he kept smiling at you like a fool, and you couldn’t say anything because you bet you probably looked the exact same.

Waving goodbye to Aunt May and closing the door behind you, you took a step before instantly hearing Peter excitedly ramble on to his aunt. “I asked the question May- the one to the dance. And she said yes! She said yes, holy shit- I’m gonna need a suit. And a corsage. Where do you even get a corsage?”

“Woah, slow down there, kiddo,” Aunt May chuckled. Trying not to eavesdrop any longer, your entire face flushed, heart fluttering, fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you walked down the hall. You were falling for Peter Parker. And you were falling hard.

The car ride home with Happy was pretty quiet, and you knew you were going to get another talking to, you could just feel it. It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to be rebellious or anything, sometimes you just genuinely lost track of time. It was easy to be distracted when you were with someone like Peter. Your attention seemed to effortlessly gravitate towards him, you couldn’t even help it yourself. Making your way up to the elevator, half of you was still buzzing with excitement from your night at Peter’s, but the other half was dreading the rest of the night to come dealing with the repercussions from your dad.

“It’s nine o’clock, y/n. Where in the hell were you? And don’t even start with study hall,” your dad folded his arms, already exhausted.

“I went over to a friend’s house to study,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time and I just-”

“Was it a boy?” he looked at you, narrowing his eyes from behind his glasses and you sighed. “The boy?”

“What does it matter?” you whined.

“It matters because you’re the type of girl to get into trouble,” he argued and you did a doubletake, offended.

“Excuse me?” you stared at him. “I get perfect grades, dad! I’m on the honor roll! And you think that I’m going to get myself into trouble?”

“You’re my daughter, y/n. There’s no way in hell that you aren’t,” he shook his head. Tony sighed, looking you up and down, and then pursed his lips. “Does he treat you right at least? This boy?”

“Y-yeah,” you blushed, nodding, slowly feeling your agitation fade away. “He’s really sweet.”

“Is he smart?”

“Super smart. He competes in the decathlon, dad. Plus he literally studies computer programming for fun.”

“So he’s a giant nerd.”

“No! Okay, maybe. But he’s a cute nerd.”

“Alright, alright,” Tony nodded slowly. “So are you two dating or is this a crush type situation?”

“He asked me to the homecoming dance,” you told him, blushing furiously just at the thought of Peter Parker in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, swaying with you on the dance floor.

“I better get around to meeting this kid then,” he insisted. “If he’s inviting you over and going to the dance with you and all.”

“I’m sure you will, dad,” you smiled sweetly. “The dance is coming up soon and he’s obviously going to pick me up so, you can have a couple words with him then. He’ll be dressed up and everything, it’ll make a good impression.”

“Right, right,” he laughed. “Well just be careful, alright? I can’t have my daughter’s heart getting broken out here. He should know he’s messing with Iron Man’s daughter, I’ll kick his ass if he ever wrongs you.”

“I know, dad,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a big hug. “But I think we’re safe with this one. He’s a really good guy. I can feel it.”

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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Since We Were Eighteen (pt2)~ Louis Tomlinson

In which she had loved him since they were eighteen, but they are not eighteen anymore.

Warnings: angst and really bad writing

part 1

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“Y/n! Over here! What’s your opinion on Caroline and Louis getting a divorce?”

“Y/n, are you mad Caroline blamed you for their divorce?”

“Y/n, are you and Louis in a secret relationship?”

“Is it true Louis cheated on Caroline with you?”

Your guards push through the waves of paparazzi leading you to your car, cameras flashing and microphones being stuck out to reach your lips, everyone waiting for your answers. You hung your head low adjusting your sunglasses, your hand shielding you from cameras. You can barely see where you are going.

“Y/n, Wait!”

You get in the car, sighing as the shouts and questions drown down outside the car’s door, shortly after the car starts disappearing into the distance. “It’s catastrophic”, your manager, Elise, comments. “Well, what do you expect me to do?”, you ask, irritation growing in your voice, “I have nothing to do with this!”

The last week and a half has been the most stressful one ever in your career. After many rumours and articles, Louis and Caroline had confirmed their divorce after eight months married. People can't stop talking about it, --sure they can’t-- not after the infamous objection that happened during the ceremony.

But you have never heard from Louis personally, he had talked shit --honest shit-- about you in interviews when question of what happened during the wedding. And you had been internet bullied, fans and even celebrities claiming how selfish you had been and what a horrible person you were.

It had hurt. It had hurt so much that you had honestly doubted if life was really worth living. But after taking some time from the public image to rearrange your thoughts and heal your mental health, you have been able to look into the world with a new perspective.

Your loyal fans have been great support ever since and you have been able to recover old friendships. Harry has been one --something people can’t stop talking about either.

“Y/n, just, please think about it”, Elise insists, “I think that if an answer is going to calm things down is really worth it.” You shake your head, why doesn’t she understand? Giving a public opinion would be like a slap in the face towards everything you’ve been trying to fight against.

“I am not doing it and I don’t think I need. It’s not fair for me and I thought that after everything I've been through these last months you understood that I’m trying to have more self-respect for me”, you say with a bitch-face expression. Elise looks a little taken back by what you said, “Okay, yeah. ‘M sorry”, she replies shyly.

Louis’ and Caroline’s divorce doesn’t involve you, it had never involved you because you haven’t had contact with Louis ever since. And he made it pretty sure he wanted it to stay that way.

(...)

“Harry”, you whimper through the phone, tears streaming down you face and your breathing hitched. The feeling of anxiety rising through your body and the dizziness making you plop on the floor. “I’m assuming you saw the media”, your friend begins with a sigh but when he hears your failed attempts to control your breathing he grows worried, “Y/n, hey. It's okay, breathe with me.”

You try, you really try, but your body just feels weak and you don’t want to fight the feeling anymore. You are tired. And you can’t stop yourself from feeling frustrated-- this is so not fair.

“Y/n, shit, okay. I’m coming over,” Harry announces ending the call. You hide you face on your knees, tangling your hand through your hair, a knot on your stomach.

If someone had told you this is what love feels you would have never believed them. But then again, they do say love makes you crazy. Are you going crazy? --It sure as hell feels like it.

How could he? This is so not right, it doesn’t matter if he has those beautiful ocean eyes and the way his thick accent makes your stomach stir, or how his laugh vibrates and his smile radiates making you forget everything. He’s hurting you. And you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that your (ex)best friend, that someone that had cause happiness in your daily life so many times, or that had been there to wrap his arms around you when you where feeling sad, has suddenly turn into something so bad in your life.

But was it right now? He had turn against you the day he chose Caroline instead of you, ignoring your attempts at explanations of why you though she hated you. Not rising questions when he saw you crying on the bathroom tile after a snarky comment from her. He had chose her. And even if it had hurt to accept it, you had. The day of the wedding was like a turning page in your life --or so you thought.

And now you are suddenly his second option? The feeling of replacement --of not being enough-- makes you gag. He shouldn’t be allowed.

“I’m free if she wants”, he had said those words during the interview with such casualty, like it was nothing. Like you are nothing.

“Y/n?”, the front door to your flat bursts open, Harry stumbling as he enters, out of breath as he kneels to the ground next to you. “‘M sorry”, you mumble with red puffy eyes. “Don’t ever be sorry for feeling bad”, Harry says wrapping both his arms around you and letting you cry as much as you want, “crying always helps.”

Less than a year ago, you would have ran back to Louis arms, pleased that he has chose you and feeling like your life was finally complete. You would have put aside all of the bad moments and feelings he had made you live with, you would have forgiven him unconditionally. And that scares you, you are scared of becoming that old version of you again.

“I’ll get you some tea”, Harry says once your breathing has calmed down, “You go rest on the coach.” You nod, and as you watch Harry’s figure in the kitchen you try to reassure yourself that you won't let yourself down again. Or more like promise.

(...)

"Y/n...”, your lips slightly part when you see him standing there, waiting for you to invite him in. Your grip on the door handle tightens. What the fuck is he doing here? “Can I please come in?”, Louis asks, his hair slightly messy and his body wrapped in a cozy sweatshirt. You notice that when he talks your stomach doesn’t stir anymore, or that his eyes don’t seem as captivating as they once felt.

He’s just Louis.

“What are you doing here?”, you quickly demand trying to show no emotion, “though you wanted to cut all ties with my very embarrassing image.” “Y/n, please. This is not fair”, Louis insists trying to walk inside, you place a sturdy hand on his chest. The touch makes him stop, look at your hand and then back at you as if expecting something, you move your hand back to your side.

“No. ‘This is not fair’”, you say coldly repeating his words, “You don’t get to tell me it's not fair, not after bullying me through the internet, after saying you were embarrassed of me”, your words come out through gritted teeth, “You don’t know shit about fairness”.

You can’t help but feel rage growing inside of you. Why is he all of a sudden at your flat’s doorstep? Saying it's not fair? “Y/n, what did you expect me to do? Everyone was watching my every move.” You feel the urge to slap him across the face, but you just hold the door harder trying to contain yourself.

“I expected you to listen to me! I expected you to understand when I told you years ago that Caroline gave me a bad feeling! I expected for you to listen to me when I tried telling you how she would treat me! I expected a friend!”, You shout.

“She was my girlfriend! My wife for fuck’s sake!”, he shouts back at you, his voice hoarse and tears beginning to form in his eyes. “And I was your best friend”, you respond coldly, no emotion in your face.

“I know! Okay? I know”, Louis brings his hands to his face trying to calm himself, “Please, we can start again.” You feel repulse at his words, like you might puke right there on his shoes.

You shake your head, more to yourself than him, not again. “I have learned to have a little more self-respect for myself. To love me”, you say because at the end of the day, Louis shouldn't complete you. You should.

“So what now? You suddenly come back to the public image claiming to love yourself and ‘treat people with kindness’? Is that the only things Styles taught you or are your screwing around with him too?”, he barks. You take a step back, but quickly stand firm again.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, “Do you even hear yourself? Louis you are so toxic!” Less than a year ago you wouldn't have noticed, you would have opened the door for him to come in and let him ruin you again. But not anymore. You’re not eighteen anymore, and those two kids that once were great friends are now long gone.

“Y/n, its just-- please”, he insists, “You have loved me since we were eighteen-- I have loved you since we were eighteen!”

“No, Louis. Stop lying to yourself. You’ve never loved me the same way I used to. But that’s okay--it really is”, you say, “Before, I wouldn't have understand it, but now I do. You and me, we were never meant to be. And we’re certainly not eighteen anymore”. Tears fall from his face, sobs escaping his lips, and you feel pity.

“Bye Louis.”

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I want to take a second to apologise, this is honest shit haha. But I honestly wrote this like seven times.

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Twin Snowflakes Pt11: Expedited Exam pt2

“ LET’S GO!”

All three dash at the same time. Valerie straight ahead, Summer to the far left end, and Nicholas around to the right. It only took a second before the Paladin awoke; it’s top right shoulder opens a hatch to reveal a minigun that has its laser sight on Summer. She raises her hand in glyph preparation but the Paladin immediately starts to fire the rubber bullets.

Quietly she sighed in minor annoyance. “No hesitation huh? This is gonna be fun” Summer starts running and raises her sword up before stabbing the tip against the track and erecting an ice wall. ‘No time to lose’ a wave of her left hand makes a trail of normal glyphs leading to one end of a track. Summer closed her eyes and took a slow breath in order to calm her nerves for a second before hoping in the first glyph and began sprinting at high speed. The minigun continued to follow her.

Valerie cracked a smile of excitement as she began advancing closer. ‘Looks like one of their measurements is on point so far. Time to test the others!’ Both her hands went up and passed her head to pull out both her tomahawks. The Paladin’s top left shoulder revealed a gun much like Atlas mechs use but bigger. A blue light gradually builds near the end of the chamber.

“Uh oh…” Valerie crosses both weapons to block as the stun laser fires directly at her. The beam bounces off of them and towards the sky but not before the beam sent an intense shock that made every muscle come to a screeching halt momentarily. A circular whole below the cockpit opened up to unleash a cannon that shot a single concussion grenade; exploding by her feet and pushing out a shockwave that sent Valerie flying several feet back.

“Val!!” Nick screamed as he continued to circle around the back. Attracting the attention of laser gun “Are you ok!?”

“Agh! That’s set to stun!?” She shook her body out then picked up her weapon to advance again.

Harriet can’t help but chuckle a little. “Goliaths take a lot of volts. Trust me, that’s the lowest setting but try not to get shot?”

“Well that sucks…”

The Paladin fires another grenade but Val points the left tomahawk straight at it. “You’re not the only one with hidden hatches. Val’s finger ran across the bottom near the middle of the handle and slid in between a trigger guard. A single pull of the trigger revealed an opening at the edge and a bullet flew out of the hollowed out handle then hit the grenade. Exploding it midair. Professor Port would’ve been proud. A second one gets fired and Val sidestep it then hurls it at the Paladin’s legs. The blade connects with both of them as it spins like a wild buzzsaw and then back into her hand. Not a scratch was made.

“I guess I need more force!” Val dug her feet into the dirt then pushed off with tremendous force. The mechanical right arm reeled back and swung forward. Both axes collided with a thunderous clang. The power behind the two attacks stalemating into a power struggle. Sparks come off of the clashing metal as Valerie refuses to budge. Val’s stomach drops as the left robot arm In her peripheral vision reels back. “Guys!?”

A white glyph forms under her feet and raises her into the sky just as the rest swings by. Valerie sees Nick on the other side of mech with his left hand casting the platform. “I got ya.” A volley of lasers fire rapidly his way but each one was dodged side to side at the last second. The gun pivoted along with him in an attempt to keep up; sparking an idea for Val. “Nick! Jump up high then drop fast!”

He doesn’t even question the command and leaps straight up into the air several feet; the gun still trained on him and ready to fire but that had been the point. “Summer!”

“I know.” She spun her barrel to gravity dust and made a black glyph that she moved to where he stood.

Nick’s entire body jerked back to the ground right as the laser fired right into the air. The base of the rotating joint was completely exposed and Nick understood what to do next. He lunged forward to it and wedged his blade underneath it. Valerie jumped off the platform and followed suit. The backside of both her axes were connected together to form a dual sided battle axe and she swung it like a baseball bat to wedge it in from the other side. The two pushed down their weight onto their weapon in an attempt to pop the gun out. Gritting their teeth and putting their all into

“Come….on…!!!” His arms started to burn.

“Budge you hunk of metal.”Her entire body finally limbering up and getting into it.

Summer continued to draw the minigun fire her way until it suddenly stopped. The entire Paladin stopped. A disturbing silence came over everyone as they also went still. Harriet slowly covered her eyes and tensed up. ‘This part always sucks.’ Her mind already thinking about the incident reports she was about to write.

The ground began to rumble violently at the Paladin’s feet. “Initiating thrusters”

Valerie’s face dropped. “Did it just say-”

The entire make blasted forward faster than anyone expected. A massive force of wind nearly knocked Nick and Valerie off of it. Both of their heads spinning are trying to process what had happened. As for Summer, one minute she’s supporting them from across the track. The next, she’s staring down the barrel of a canon a few feet away. “S..so fast.” A spell of panic came over her and she raised her sword across her body to block a grenade but it was a pointless move. The explosion knocked her on her back and myrtenaster 2.0 out of her hands. The shock knocked some wind out of her lungs but she has felt worse; taken worse.

Another grenade launched at her but she wasn’t about to get hit a second time. Summer quickly got up and dove out of the way towards her sword. ‘Come on, think damnit!’ She casted another gravity glyph on the side of the minigun and made it over turn so it wouldn’t shoot her. Ice dust remained faintly in the sword’s chamber; the technical advantage from its predecessor. Summer channeled it with gravity dust to form a dense orb of ice at the tip of her blade.

‘Keep it from reacting!’ She shot the orb into the canon to lodge the chamber then switched back to actual ice dust in a split second. ‘Keep it from moving!’ Summer stabbed the ground and unleashed a sheet of ice that trapped its feet.

“Way to go Summer!” Both her friends cheered at the split second decisions. Summer pulled her sword from the ground and platformed leaped up to them. Adding her blade as another wedge and attempting to pry the laser gun off with what strength she could offer. Which wasn’t much as the other two from the start. “Agh! This thing is creaking but not popping!”

“Let’s change that! You two ready!!?” Val shouted and glowed faintly

The twins smiled as they began glowing as well. “Yeah!”

“Then let my words reach you! We got this! We’re tougher than a bunch of tech so put your back into it!”

The three of them pushed down at the pushed down on their weapons in unison. Their body and spirits invigorated as they let out a yell. “AAAAAAHHHH! POP….OUT!!!!”

The joint finally gave out and popped out of the socket. Harriet couldn’t believe what she was watching. The sudden release of tension caught them off guard and all three fell off with it; undoing any active glyphs due to lack of concentration. The Paladin used its thrusters to break free then sped backward.

It pulled the ice orb out of the canon chamber and analyzed the area. While all three finally hit the ground. “Targets locked” six arching grenade shots went into the air Valerie and Summer were still dazed but Nick bounced back quickly.

“Oh no you don’t!”even glyphs formed over the leftover ice and molded into replicas of his sword. He grabbed one while the other six shot off into the air and countered the incoming attack while he charged forward. Moving out of the direction of his friends. “All eyes on me Wall-E I got a bone to pick with ya!” The gun turned to lock on him and unleashed a hail of bullets. ‘Rubber bullets are still rubber.’ He ran straight at it while spinning Mort Froide in front of him to deflect them. The ground started rumbling again and the Paladin rushed at him. Fortunately it’s movement’s were very straight forward and predictable. Nicholas slid underneath and slashed the bottom of it as it passed over.

The ice blade shattered on contact. ‘Sturdy down below too. The joints maybe? No, can’t budge those on my own. It's automatic so attacking the cockpit is almost pointless. Looks like I gotta make an opening.’ His eyes narrow in on where the laser gun was. ‘Or….’ he pressed his thumb against the hilt of his sword and it opened up a singular slot in it to place dust. Nick pulled out a vial of lightning dust and placed it inside, then closed it. “I refuse to fail.”

Val staggered to her feet along with Summer. Their ears rang and Summer’s head throbbed from the fall to the point she undid her ponytail to release tension.

Summer:You okay?

Valerie:A little dizzy but no sweat. We’re ready to go.

A wave of relief soothes the pain a little as their aura glowed again.Summer directed her attention across the field to see Nick invading fists and grenades exploding the ground. How long has he been fighting him? How was he still going? “We need to help. What’s he thinking going at it alone?”

“When did we get an audience?” Valerie said winded. People had filled the bleachers to half capacity. Summer looked at Harriet who simply shrugged. The girl was slightly unnerved by the new development but now was no time to focus on other people. She had a test to pass. “Val let’s-”

The crowd suddenly gasped, cutting her off and directing her attention back on Nick. The Paladin slammed it's hand to the ground and Nick dove threw the fingers then rolled up the arm. His hands gripped his blade brightly and engulfed it in a lightning glyph. He raised it over his head as he jumped and drove it down into the area where the laser gun was. The attack got an immediate reaction. Causing the Paladin to stutter and glitch. The minigun gun shot off random rounds with every pulse of electricity that went through it. Soon after, the robot itself began bucking in every direction like a wild Ursa; stomping its feet and shaking violently. Nicholas could only hold on for dear life.

‘We made the left arm vulnerable.’ Summer realized quickly and got to planning on how to capitalize on it. “Val, help Nick and keep that thing in one place. I have an idea. I just hope I can pull it off. Summer closed her eyes and bent down on one knee. ‘Concentrate…’ a giant white glyph with a sword sigil inside started spinning in front of her.

Val watched the girl start to sweat and tremble. She was pouring all aura she could into this next move.Val wasn’t about to make it go to waste. ‘Keep it still, gain it’s attention, Save Nick. Easy right?’ Her head swiveled back and forth until spotting the detached gun that had managed to land halfway across the track. ‘Let’s see if this thing can handle what it dishes out.’ Valerie took running. Hoping her idea wasn’t dead in the water by faulty wiring. The ground rumbled and rattled as the Paladin continued to thrash around to free itself from Nicholas. He could lose his grip any moment.She had to pick up the pace.

Finally she reached it after a few more minutes of sprinting. Valerie’s chest felt like fire and the crisp air made her throat feel like she had swallowed glass. Sports were her thing but sprinting a mile and a half? She’d rather bench five of herself. “Track huff... sucks huff… ” she grabbed a hold of the gun and tried to lift it. Slowly it started to budge as she took quick breaths to power through getting it waist level. “A one and a two and a-” she rocked her body back and used the momentum of it going forward again to swing her arms up and over her shoulder with the gun. The weight came down heavier than expected and made her knees buckled. It became too much and brought her down to one knee. If this was already extremely heavy then the thought of the recoil made Valerie shudder. “I swear if I don’t get an A….”

“NICK, YOU MIGHT WANT TO JUMP!”

“Huh?” The boy had completely focused on his own situation that the sight of Valerie with a bright, glowing gun pointed his way made him freeze up for a moment until his brain realized the insanity that was going on. Summer remained in the back. Long messy hair fell across her face and her exhaustion was clearly visible as her aura flickered; her eyes staring right at him that screamed “Move!”

“Oh crap!” He pulled his sword out and jumped off right as Valerie fired a shot. The single shot jerked the gun back violently and slammed against her shoulder. Forcing a scream of pure pain out of her lungs. Val’s right arm went limp as she grabbed it. The recoil popped her shoulder out of place but it might’ve been worth it. The beam flew right into the Paladin and caused electricity to crackle all over it. The minigun whipped around sporadically before going limp as well and burn marks ran over it. It’s right foot raised over Nick who wasn’t fast enough to dodge it. Harriet gasped and was about to reach the Paladin control but stopped herself as Nick made a platform above him for the foot to step on instead. Not just that, it kept it off balance. Valerie came sprinting towards him with her axe in one hand. A fierce look in her eyes as Harriet saw the girl reel it back and jump to the left leg. ‘Wait, don’t tell me she’s gonna-’

“FALL!! Valkyrie Drop!” Valerie swung downward with all her might and slammed her battle axe right next to its foot. The entire ground crumbled and cracked on impact. The weight of the Paladin caved the ground in; rendering it completely off-balance and a landslide of dirt to bury its foot. Rubble flew into the air then fell down like hail. Sizable dents were finally made on the media exterior; including cracks on the cockpit casing. Harriet felt her very soul leave her body. Never has anyone ruined the track area this much. Her only saving grace was hopefully Nick’s family would pay for some of the damage. Her job might depend on it! The boy in question rolled out from under the metal death machine and ran the opposite direction of Valerie to escape getting caught in the trap. Finally, it was one place. But not for long…

The heat of the thrusters on the right leg roared loudly as the Paladin tried to break free.

“Summer!!!” The two called her name in a state of adrenaline and panic.

Her summoning glyph glowed an intense white before disappearing, then reappearing right behind the Paladin. “Right...on time.” An Arma gigas sword forces its way into existence with its sword in hand. In one swipe the gigas slashes right through the damaged arm; making crash to the ground and creating a gaping hole to attack. “One more slash!” Summer screamed as the Gigas swung at the new weak. This was it. This was going to be the final blow. Was….

The Paladin was more adaptable than she expected. Than anyone expected. As if by command, it reached for its broken arm and used it to block the sword. A massive gust of wind came off the clash. The force of the impact was too great for the gigas arm. Causing it to crack slowly before fading away entirely. Summer’s face ran colder than the sweat running down it. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of her failure. Then it only got worse. The Paladin ignored Nicholas and Valerie completely and threw its severed arm across the field towards her exact location.

“W-What?” She could barely speak, let alone move her body. That move took almost everything that was in her. All her strength, and most of her aura; yet it met nothing. Time seemed to slow down. The sound of the world growing silent. Summer could see a terrified look on her brother and friend’s face. They looked to be screaming something she was too tired and scared to even start comprehending. To her left was Harriet already halfway down the bleachers; racing to what was about to be on hell of a nasty hit. Yet it was unavoidable. Even Summer knew Harriet wasn’t fast enough to save her from this blow. That was fine though. It’s the consequence of being weak. You can’t expect to be saved all the time and Summer was tired constantly getting away with failure.

Her body trembled in frustration and fear. If she was alone then she’d probably be crying right now but instead she choked back her tears and quietly chastised herself for coming up short yet again. ‘After all that training, Nick’s talk about me being a cornerstone, this is all I could do again? Fall behind and let them down. Why…? Why am I so fucking weak all the time!?’ Her arms raised in front of her in a useless attempt to block some damage. Summer closed her eyes and braces for impact.

Don’t you dare sit there like an idiot! If you wanna save yourself then do it!!!!

The command resonated with Summer and her body moved like if she had just gotten out of bed; refreshed and limber. Both her hair and eyes lit up for a moment as she slammed her hands on the ground and formed a thick wall of ice in front of her in the blink of an eye. The mechanicals arm slammed into the wall and it came to a dead stop. The wall crumbled and Summer went back to normal before her aura finally broke. All fatigue and pain rushed back instantly. Along with blurring her vision. She stared at her reflection through one of the pieces of ice to see a version of herself with a familiar condescending smile. “Shi...va….”

Sigh, you’re such a lightweight it’s embarrassing. Don’t say I never did anything for you darling.

Exhaustion finally took Summer. She collapsed right as Harriet came over; blacking out in her arms. But not before giving a message for Harriet to tell her beloved team. Harriet looked at both of them and screamed. “Keep going! She’ll be fine!”

The two were uncertain at first before giving a nod and facing the robot which has completely freed itself and rescanned the area. “One of three combatants immobilized. Continuing examination for two and three.” The machine grabbed a piece of debris the size of a car at Nick while firing grenades faster than before at Valerie. Both took off running towards each other then straight down the middle of the field.

“You hanging in there Val?” The boy asked even the sight of her clenching her right shoulder and breathing heavily was giving him a pretty good answer.

“We’ve come too far to stop now. We’ll knock it off balance again and go for the opening. I’ll-”

“Look out!” Nick shoved Valerie out the way as a grenade landed where she stood and blew both of them apart. Nick tumbled back onto his feet with his sword ready. A wise decision since the Paladin rushed right at him again and swung a massive right hook. Nick jumped over then made a glyph midair to block an incoming grenade. The fist started coming back for a second attack at Nick but he made a second platform to jump over it again. This time he back stepped to get out of melee range ‘It’s gotten more aggressive. I need to...’ “Huh?”

There was no time for a well thought strategy in the heat of combat. Especially when the unexpected keeps happening. The Paladin was truly leaving nothing to the imagination. It grabbed the malfunctioning minigun on its shoulder and yanked it off. Throwing it at Nicholas to close the distance.

“No!” He screamed in panic as he tried making another glyph but was too slow. He put his sword up to reduce the blow but the gun still slammed against him; a piece of it crashed right into his ribs. Air left his body as pain shot through it while he fell to the ground hunched over and clenching his left side. Anyone near would’ve heard a few swear words slip out. He managed to look up to see the next attack but was surprised to see it heading towards Valerie. “Is it...agh, prioritizing most important threats as the fight goes on?” That had to be it. Without all it’s weapons it has to play carefully. It explained its attack patterns even from the start. Distance wasn’t the only factor. Whoever could or was causing the most damage was the main target; and right now the most threatening person right now had a wounded arm with no chance to recover.

Valerie groaned in exhaustion and frustration. She didn’t want to show it but she was even more tired than she let on. Between her arm and getting shocked, moving her body was becoming a chore. Not to mention how many times she has fallen to the ground hard. Valerie was in dire need of a break that would not come. She separated her battle axe back into two tomahawks and crouched at the ready. “I can do this. I can do this. I...can do this!” Her body glowed for a third time. Pain dulled and her mind became clear. “Come on!!!”

The canon launched a barrage of thirty grenades; the biggest one yet. She shot one and five exploded which dispersed the others in midair. Four fell to the ground away from her and she jumped in the air to hit one back. Two landed near her and blew her back but she recovered quickly. Above her head was six falling fast. ‘Shit..’ Valerie flung one axe into the air and detonated them with a chain reaction. She shot for more before the Paladin rushed at but Val dodged roll underneath it. One more fell right out of her line of sight and made her jump towards the middle when it exploded. The final five were falling right towards and she once again pulled the trigger on her axe to hear a click. Followed by no bullets.

“Tsk, I’m not done yet!” She threw this axe to detonate four of them. This time she put an extra hard spin on her axe that made it bounce back towards her to catch. The last got blasted of course and over her head. She faced the Paladin with a satisfied smirk and started aiming for the weak spot. “Time to fin-”

“Val, behind you!” Nick tried to shout with what air he recovered.

Valerie spun around and her smirk vanished into dread. The grenade was inches away from the laser gun She had dropped. Before she could move to safety it exploded. The shockwave blew up the gun into a mass electrical pulse that expanded almost instantly and hit Valerie. The excess energy ran through Valerie like a thousand tasers in water. She could barely get out an auditable noise as she stood stiff; her axe falling out her hand and the Paladin moving towards her.

Nick’s fingers gripped the ground as he tries to force his body to move. Pushing down the pain and refusing to let help another teammate in need. ‘Come on Nick! Forget the pain….just move man, move!!!! You’re a Schnee and an Arc so move!” A giant glyph formed underneath him….

Valerie continued to try moving but to no avail. She stood in agonizing pain as the Paladin stood over her and reeled it's fist back. Valerie would’ve been more unnerved if the shock to her system didn’t make her vision blurry and her body increasingly go numb from the pain . All Valerie saw was a gray blob getting bigger before the sensation of something caused her head to feel like it was spinning. Everything got really bright and fuzzy as she faintly felt pressure around her arms and legs. Then….she blacked out.

Nick placed her just outside the track near Harriet before walking back in bounds. His sword gripped tightly in his right hand. While his left hand gripped an Arma Gigas blade; Harriet watched the boy encased in armor take a breath and take a wide stance. “M..maybe we should stop? You’ve gotten farther than most. All of your skills are worth passing”

Nick turned around and shook his head. The only thing visible was his icy blue eyes behind the helmet. No, I’ll make sure we pass this right. That, and I’m really in the mood to scrap that thing now more than ever. His voice was low and almost like he couldn’t care less. Harriet could feel how pissed he was. No chance he was backing down now. “Heh, I’m rooting for ya.”

“Thanks.” He continued walking. Taking note of his surroundings. The severed robot arm and behind him where Summer got knocked out on the end of the track. The Paladin that was back in the middle of the field. Last but not least, the far end of the track that was now a rocky terrain of rocks and dirt. Then there’s him. Stepping back into the field in between the bot and arm. His entire body ached to the point that moving should be the hardest thing imaginable. It kinda was, but he endured. The Gigas moved his body. All he needed to do was endure a few more minutes. Or rather, that’s all he had left in him. ‘Can’t afford to waste a single movement. All or nothing. Just dig deep…’

The Paladin scanned the area one final time. “Two of three co-”

Nick didn’t care to listen and pointed Mort Froide to the ground. A blue glyph went over it and ten blades of ice came out the ground. He then pointed his blade at the Paladin and the ice ones homed in on it. “Let’s see what takes priority.” It shot one at each blade which caused another shock wave that dissipated any dust particles.This time he threw his real sword at it and it responded with a single grenade. “Bad move.” The same glyph ran over it right after the Paladin reacted. Ten more ice blades formed from the remaining dust left in the sword and flew ahead of it.. The Paladin tried to counter against the new numbers and in doing so missed Nicholas throw the Arma blade at a speed faster than the rest. It caught on a second later then turned to prioritize it. As it did, Nick summoned it back into his hand. Throwing off the counter. “I knew you’d go after the blade that actually cut you. Now look at ya.”

The machine went back to aiming at the ice swords. It only managed to shoot one grenade but it had gotten too close. The shock wave shattered the other swords but pushed the Paladin back with not only that blast, but the nine other grenades at the ready as well. The concentrated blast blew the canon and cracked the ground even more. Mort Froide landed straight into the dirt, blade downwards. “All out of bombs.” He raced towards it while grabbing his sword along the way. Once again the ground rumbled before the Paladin took off towards him as well.

Nick quickly slid between its legs and kept running in the same direction before it had a chance to turn around. The moment he made it to the edge of the ruined field he drove his blade deep into the ground and charged towards the Paladin again with only the Arma blade. The Paladin stuck its hand in the ground and turned itself around for another tackle. Harriet almost couldn’t watch out of fear that she’d see her student get flattened but fortunately, dodged to the side with no arm. Avoiding the extremely dangerous attack. It was like he was one of those bull fighters. However, this time was different. Nick spun around and extended his arm as he passed by it. Her eyes followed Nick’s line of sight back to Mort Froide that had a black glyph spinning underneath. He must’ve put gravity dust in during the first charge. She wondered why until a sinking feeling hit her stomach.

“Oh no…” The Paladin used the same turning technique but it uncalculated consequences. Nick wasn’t expecting the move but added to his plan. The weight of it along with the extra gravity was so too great and more of the ground collapsed; momentarily as Nick made his way to the severed arm. His body and aura reach their limits quickly. “Just a little more. Almost...finished!”

One final glyph appeared underneath the arm and spun rapidly. He looked behind him to see the Paladin getting up and perusing him once more. It quickly dashed across the feel while having its arm raised. Nick couldn’t help smile. “Catch!” The glyph burst and launched the arm up the Arma Gigas body came off of Nick while leaving the sword. It leaped into the air and rammed the limb hard enough to send it at the Paladin, disappearing as well. The Paladin used it’s only arm to catch the other instead of attacking;now it couldn’t swing down with how close it was. No more guns, distance was closed, and there was no room to dash forward. Checkmate. Nick willed his body to stand up and lunged upward at it. Driving his sword through one of cracks. “It’s Over!!!” He screamed with all his might as he poured whatever aura he had left into the blade and watched it grow bigger and until it was the size it was supposed to be; until the blade pierced through the other side.

Nobody made a sound. They didn’t even seem to breathe as Nick and the robot stopped completely. Slowly his grip loosened and he fell. Harriet quickly ran and caught him in her arms before he could land. Nick could only smile weakly before closing his eyes and passing out. Harriet looked backup as the sword faded away and the Paladin fell backwards, completely wrecked. Without warning, the crowd of students on the bleachers erupted in cheers and applause. It had been quite the spectacle. Yet Harriet could still only manage to look at him and his friends who were still resting on the sidelines. They actually did it. They passed.

Part 10

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