#i wanna hold off on posting it until i have the whole set finished though so that's like...7 more linearts if i end up making gifs
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Remember when I said I wasn't gonna post fanfics? I lied. I'm gonna post just this one as an excuse to have some Johnshi in my life but also because its rare I write a fic that isnt a self indulgent oc fic
This is just a lil fic where Kenshi comforts Johnny after a stunt on set leaves him with an injured ankle, mostly cute banter. Also sorry if the formatting looks weird, i dont normally post fics to tumblr so idk how to space my paragraphs like I do on google docs.
Click. Step. Click. Step.
The Hollywood actor carried himself on his crutches across the room, from the door to his living room couch, where he saw Kenshi waiting in anticipation.
“Honey, I'm home,” Johnny announced in a parody of those old movies, how he loved his dumb movie references.
“Doesn't sound like good news. Are those crutches?” Kenshi asked, judging by the sound and the patterns of the sound. Though he usually relied on Sento for sight, he hardly ever felt the need to in a casual setting, so it rested in the mantle above the fireplace.
“Yeup. Doc says I'll need ‘em for a few weeks, a month at most.”
Kenshi crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch. “Was that stunt still worth it?”
Johnny snorted, “Totally, the shot came out perfect! You may not know this, but I do all of my own stunts. Impresses everybody when I tell them that!” He dropped a small paper bag of his prescribed painkillers on the coffee table and sat next to Kenshi, wincing as he lifted his ankle to rest it on the same table.
“Aren't stuntmen used so the real actors don't get hurt?”
“I mean- yeah. But don't worry, they're just gonna film everything else until I come back, which should be in no time. I'm just built different.”
Kenshi could just hear the cocky smile, causing him to shake his head in disbelief, but he couldn't hold back the small bit of laughter at Johnny’s pride and confidence. “Alright, but it looks like it's my turn to take care of you again.”
“Don't sweat it, Ken doll, I can take care of myself. You've already helped me enough, and you've got yourself to look after,” He noted all too seriously. Obviously there still rested some guilt in his heart over Mileena's rabid attack that day.
“That ankle needs to rest. That movie needs you and you need the money from it.” Undeniable. Johnny was still getting back on his feet (not literally now) after a messy and expensive divorce, he needed whatever work he could get at the moment. “You just let me know when you need something.”
Johnny sighed as he looked down at his injured ankle. These next few weeks were going to be the most boring while of his life.
Kenshi seemed to know Johnny wasn't feeling so good by the sudden quietness, not even a silly request from his offer. When Johnny of all people was quiet, there was a problem. “Johnny? You alright?”
“Yeah… I've just never been good at sitting still and doing nothing, you know? Now I can't even use my own pool in my living room,” He complained, as if having a pool in the living room was a normal thing.
“Come on, Johnny, you still have a whole mansion. Unless your attention span really is that small, you're not gonna get bored,” Kenshi lovingly poked at him. “It’s not like you're alone either.”
Johnny noded with a small smile of comfort. “That's right, I've got you, my best friend, boyfriend, and assigned FBI agent,” Johnny joked. Gods, not again with the assigned FBI agent meme. “And hey, maybe we can invite Kung Lao and Raiden over to hang out. You think Liu Kang would wanna drop by?”
Kenshi gave an amused smirk. “Probably not, but Kung Lao, might.”
Johnny looked down at the table again, spotting a marker. He groaned and wheezed as he leaned over to grab it, trying not to move his ankle off the table as his finger tips barely touched the marker.
“Johnny what are you-” Before he could finish his question, he felt a marker tapping against his hand.
“You wanna be the first to sign my cast?” Johnny offered, trying to play it off cool but his excitement was slipping past in his voice.
“You mean Hollywood’s megastar wants my autograph?” Kenshi teased. He took the marker into his hand, and Johnny guided his hand down to his cast. Confidently, Kenshi began writing his name.
“Not bad writing for someone who can't really see,” Johnny complimented, meaning it obviously and trying to make it sound like that rather than a mockery.
“I still know the motions of writing, that's enough to get by.” Of course Johnny hadn't seen Kenshi's messier writing at his job and maybe it should stay that way.
The real surprise was the small heart he drew right below his own name. Kenshi wasn't so into PDA, nor into cutesy stuff like that, so it caught Johnny off guard to see the small display. It wasn't like people didn't know they were dating, Johnny was way too into showing off their love and too loud to keep that secret, but it was rather that Kenshi was a more subtle lover when it came to their relationship, preferring to keep things behind doors. Still, it was a nice surprise, and at least now it made the cast way better to look at! Of course Johnny was already pulling out his phone to snap a photo of it to post to his socials.
“You're posting your cast, aren't you?” Kenshi reasonably accused.
“Gotta let the fans know production might be on hold.”
“Is that it? Or are you bragging about us again?”
Johnny snickered, meaning Kenshi was right. “Okay, you got me, but how can I not show you off? You're the coolest! A blind swordsman? Dating Hollywood's biggest hit? We're like a power couple!”
If Kenshi still had his eyeballs, he'd be lovingly rolling them, but admittedly it was kind of cute seeing how enthusiastic Johnny was about their relationship- and kind of funny to think about considering they were previously rivals over Sento.
Kenshi leaned in to press a kiss to Johnny's cheek, and he could feel the wrinkles of a smile under his lips. “Looks like you're feeling better about that ankle.”
“As long as I have you by my side, this injury is gonna be a breeze!” Now it was Johnny's turn to lean in, this time leaning to rest his head on Kenshi with closed eyes and a content smile. Kenshi reciprocated by wrapping an arm around Johnny to hold him. “Shit, that medicine they gave me is starting to catch up.”
“You get sleepy off of a couple Tylenols,” Kenshi playfully quipped, making Johnny laugh.
“Just saying it's a good excuse to nap on you! Unless you're gonna tele-fling me to bed again.”
Kenshi shook his head. “Maybe when your ankle isn't as broken. Right here is fine, just keep your ankle up.”
“Sweet,” Johnny happily murmured as he felt himself starting to doze off. Damn, Tylenol really did knock him out.
#mortal kombat#kenshi takahashi#johnny cage#johnshi#[sweating] im so nervous about posting this hfnckf
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hey!! :)) just stopping by to drop a head-canon request! what if thomas hewitt had no choice but to skip town? like if the movie ended differently and he had to leave his rural home. maybe reader finds him injured along the side of the road and decides to help him out or reader assumes he’s trying to hitchhike and gives him a ride? this ride ends up with him staying at readers home because he has nowhere else to go? basically what if thomas had to live in a more modern setting with the reader. thank you sm for your time hun! ~🤩
Ohhh I like this idea 😍😍😍 Okay so I'm gonna go off the TCM: The Beginning's ending (The prequel sequel for the 2003 remake) just cause it'll be easier for me to write this out. It'll be more of a "what if..." Scenario as well
Also I apologize for splitting it into multiple parts. Can't express all my ideas on this topic in just one post
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Thomas Hewitt x afab!Reader - Modern Living (pt 1)
⚠️Warnings⚠️ Mentions of death (obviously)
*Okay so....Only way I can see Thomas ever leaving his home is if his family died during the events of TCM: The Beginning.
*Like, instead of just shooting Monty's leg, the Biker goes straight for the kill and get him right in the chest or something. He doesn't hesitate to do the same with Luda Mae when she comes into the room
*Hoyt sneaks up on him and holds him while calling for Tommy to come do his thing. Biker's death is still relatively the same. He gets cut in two with the saw
*Now when Dean escapes with the Final Girl (sorry forgot her name), but stops to beat the hell out of Hoyt, he doesn't stop when his knocks his teeth out. No he keeps going until you couldn't even recognize Hoyt anymore.
*Dean's death is also the same. Gets gutted by Tommy with the saw from behind. Rest of the ending plays out the same honestly, until when Tommy pops out of the back of the car to kill the final girl and the car crash happens
*He gets out of the car but instead of walking away back to the house, he drops to his knees and let's out a painstaking wail as reality hits him. His whole family was dead. He had nothing. He had nobody.
*He kinda just stays there on his knees until a car comes driving up.
*Its you, on your way home to Dallas
*You ran a bakery in Dallas and had to make an emergency delivery pretty far out. Only reason you did this was because it was a close family friend who needed a wedding cake on short notice
*You immediately stopped your car as you came up to the scene of the crash, where Tommy was still in the middle of the road
*"Holy Shit, are you okay?!" You call out to him. You kept a spare medkit in your vehicle because your nephews always managed to somehow get papercuts when you watched them for your sibling
*You go and kneel down beside him and try to reach out and apply disinfectant to the cut on his forehead but he grabs your hand roughly. Felt like he was about to snap it like a twig
*"Ah! Stop it! I'm just trying to help you..." You winced in pain but managed to look at him right in the eyes. You just noticed he wore a leather mask that covered half his face. You wondered why he wore that but quickly shook off the thought so you could focus on helping the man.
*You two looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before he slightly released his grip on you. Just barely though, as he wanted you to know that if you tried anything, he could and would snap you
*So you went ahead and gently applied the disinfectant while trying to make small talk
*"So...why are you out here? What are you doing here?" You got no answer in response. The mysterious man just kept on watching you carefully
*"If...you don't have anywhere to go, I can let you come with me. I live over in Dallas so it might be a while before we get back. Doesn't seem right to me if I just left you out here on the road alone..."
*After you finished, you applied a small bandage and got up
*"So...if you wanna come, you can. If not, well...I hope you stay safe."
*You smiled at the man and got back to your car. You sighed and put up the medkit before starting the vehicle up. The man was still in the road, just watching you. Guess he wasn't coming after all
*You looked back to see if it was safe to reverse your car but then a door slam scared the hell out of you
*"OH MY GOD!" You quite literally felt your heart skip a few beats as you turned your head to the mysterious man, who was now in your passenger seat
*"At least say something first...You scared the living hell out of me."
. . .
*You got him back to your home in Dallas. As soon as you got back, you let him take a shower while you tried looking for clothes he could wear.
*You eventually found some clothes that belonged to your ex that he never came back for. You closed your eyes as you opened the door a little and slid the clothes in, quickly closing the door after.
*While he took what seemed a like a much needed shower, as he was in there for a good couple of hours, you started on dinner despite arriving at home around 2 in the morning
*You decided to make spaghetti. It was quick and easy to make. You had finished dinner and had plates for the both of you made when the man finally emerged from the bathroom. The clothes barely fit him. You reminded yourself to take him clothes shopping after you both rest
*You led him to the table and had him sit down. You brought over the plates of spaghetti and put his plate down in front of him before going to your seat with your plate
*"Sorry if it's not to your liking. I can't cook very well. I'm more of a baker than a chef." You laughed before digging into your food
*The man just looked at you before slowly picking up his fork. He poked the pasta a couple times. Was this his first time having spaghetti?
*The man seemed extremely hesitant but eventually he took off his mask. His face was covered in sores and scars. Despite that, he was really attractive.
*Soon he took a fork full of pasta to his mouth and almost immediately his eyes lit up. He started eating as though he hasn't had a decent meal in forver
*"Do you really like my cooking that much? Guess my family was wrong. I can cook something decent." You laughed and took another bite of your food.
*The man had cleaned his plate before you could even finish half of yours
*"You're really hungry. Just how long were you out there? Would you like some more?" He gave you a nod in response
*As you got up to get him more, you eyed the parmesan cheese you forgot about on the counter
*"Oh my god if you love plain spaghetti, you should try some with some parmesan on it. Absolutely delicious."
*You brought him his plate along with the cheese. He looked at the cheese then at you before grabbing it and adding some to his pasta.
*You didn't think the man could look anymore happy than he did when he ate the spaghetti with parmesan on it
*Seeing him so happy made you happy as well. Suddenly you realized you didn't even know the man's name. How could you invite someone to you place to stay without asking their name????
*"I forgot to ask earlier. What's your name?"
*He paused before signing something to you
"Thomas Brown Hewitt"
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Ahhh sorry it was so long! I'll try to get to the next part ASAP as soon as I catch up on my other asks 😖 Thank you for reading!!!!!
#slasher fucker#slasher x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt#texas chainsaw massacre#tw death#slasher fandom
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inside your skin (s.h.)
pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
summary: Steve comforts you when he sees you're overwhelmed
contains: fluff, alludes to panic attack
word count: 800
a/n: trying to post this for the 3rd time and i swear if it doesn't show up I'm going to start crying. anyway, enjoy this sweet comfort Stevie fic xx
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you can’t even remember why you started feeling like this. why all of a sudden everything seemed wrong and it became too overwhelming to process. too much to deal with on your own.
your breathing was getting rapid, tears forming in your eyes as you felt like your whole world was crashing down around you, unable change it.
just as you were on the verge of a breakdown, as if he knew you needed him, Steve walks though the shared-bedroom door. he sees your current state and worry washes over his face immediately.
“hey! why’re you crying?” he rushes over to hold your face in his hands wiping the few fallen tears away. “hey, I need you to breathe okay? copy me.”
you follow his breathing patterns, breathing in, holding it for a moment, and breathing out. you do this with him long enough that you’re able to breathe again on your own.
“what’s got you so worked up, pretty?”
his presence alone calms you, allowing you to spew out the word vomit of things you’ve been trying to deal with. “I can feel my shirt touching me, my head hurts, my sock seam is in the wrong spot, I have a knot in my hair that I can’t get out, and I haven’t slept more than two hours in like three fucking days.”
“okay, okay. so let’s do things one at a time, alright? first, we’ll get you a new shirt.” he begins digging through his dresser, tossing things out until he finds something that’ll work. “how about this one?”
he holds out his t-shirt and you reach out to take it. you give a pitiful smile at the gesture as swap your shirt with his.
“how’s that?”
“better.” you sigh, holding a small piece over your nose, smelling the clothing that has his scent on it.
“good. now the sock issue. let’s take them off, yeah?” you nod and bend over to remove your socks, wiggling your now free toes in the carpet.
he can notice your immediate change in body language, slowly relaxing as he helps fix all your little problems. things you would’ve been able to fix yourself had you not noticed them all at the same time.
“now just sit on the bed, ‘kay? i’ll be right back.” you follow his instructions and sit cross-legged on the mattress, waiting for him to return.
he comes back shortly after with a glass of water, a couple ibuprofen, and a hairbrush. “here, take this.”
you do as he says, swallowing the small pills and sipping on the water while he climbs up next to you on the bed. he gently brushes out your hair, finding the stubborn knot you tried to get out all morning with no success.
“geez. you weren’t kidding about this mess.” he jokes, kissing your shoulder.
“I told you.” you pout, finishing the cup of water just as you feel him running the brush smoothly over the spot the knot was living for the past day.
“thank you…” you whisper, turning to face him.
“of course baby. wanna take a nap?” you nod, getting up to set the glass on his dresser before wandering over to the side of the bed you always sleep on. you strip off your pants and let the shirt fall to your thighs before crawling under the covers to lay down next to him.
“Stevie…”
“what’s up?”
“I— you... ugh never mind.”
“c’mon, don’t do that. what’s wrong?”
“it’s stupid and I don’t want to be even more dramatic.”
“you’re not dramatic. tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.”
you give another sigh before looking over at him. “you’re not close enough…”
he tries to contain his laughter, though he can’t help but let a little bit slip out, wrapping his arms around you and holding your body against his chest.
“how’s that?”
“I guess it’ll do.” you accept the closeness, unsure how you could possibly get closer even though you are literally itching for his touch.
“I don’t think you could get any closer.” he teases, rubbing his arm up and down your back to soothe you.
“I want to be inside your skin.” you whine, nuzzling your face into his chest.
“i’m not sure how to make that happen.” he pats your head, perhaps a bit concerned.
“can’t you just like, lay on top of me?”
“i’ll squish you.”
“good.” he laughs at your answer again, but you know he won’t do it out of fear of hurting you. “can you just squeeze me tighter then?”
“absolutely.” his strong arms pulling you as close as physically possible into his body.
once again he feels you relaxing, almost as if it was instantly the cure to all your problems. all you needed was Steve.
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Bad days
Summary: you had a bad day, Natasha tries her best to help
Warnings: very small mention of a period/cramps, nothing else!
Notes: Ugh very simple fluff. 1.1K
{Thank you so SO much to everyone who commented, liked or reblogged my last post. I was literally getting flustered every time you did.
This one is shorter and not quite what I was going for. I hope its somewhat enjoyable on a bad day!}
Afternoon in the training room is usually quiet. You finished early today and headed for the gym for a walk to clear your head. Since you woke up this morning it felt like everything was destined to go wrong.
First, you woke up late and worst of all, in a puddle of blood. You skipped breakfast and cleaned up so you could wash your sheets and make it on time. After that, the whole day continued to feel like a battle.
You’re walking slowly on the treadmill, letting your thoughts take over and honestly, just sulking about the day when Natasha walks in with headphones on. She too is absorbed in her own thoughts and the early 2000s pop music blasting in her ears. But, like a constant radar she has for your presence, she notices immediately that you’re there. She walks closer until you are in ear-shot.
“Trying to set the world's slowest pace there, Y/L/N?”
She doesn’t get her anticipated witty response. Instead you force a weak smile at her and keep walking. “Something like that.” you mumble in response.
You can tell she’s confused because she hesitates to move closer, and reaches out to lean on the bars of the treadmill. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You reply and smile more genuinely at her, but despite your efforts you think it still comes off looking sad.
“Wanna spar for a bit?” Natasha offers, and gestures to the mats further inside.
You sigh softly and shake your head, “No, thank you.”
Natasha takes a moment then to look at you. She can see the soft darkness under your eyes and a heaviness in your shoulders that isn't usually there. Something in her chest calls to you, and pleads with her to make that heaviness go away. But Natasha doesn’t want to push you and is unsure how to comfort your unusually sad demeanour. Instead she decides to give you space.
“Okay. Come join me if you feel like it.”
“Thanks Nat. But I actually think I’m going to head off now.” You say and pack up the few things you have with you.
Natasha watches you leave, a frown painting her face. She flies through her workout, determined to see you again before the night is over.
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When Natasha joins the others for dinner, her eyes search for you at the table and then in the kitchen but it's only Wanda standing there.
“Wanda, have you seen Y/N?”
“No, not since this morning.” Wanda replies.
Natasha eats with everyone, silent and distracted, her eyes shift toward the door intervally. When dinner is over she fixes a plate with the leftovers and announces that she’s going to your room.
You’re lying on the couch in your room when Natasha knocks and you pause the TV to call out to her.
“Who is it?” You call out, hardly bothering to sit up.
“It’s me.” Natasha replies through the crack in the door she’s opened. “...Natasha”
“Come in.”
Natasha walks over to your reclined spot on the couch and she holds out her plate of food like an offering.
“I didn’t see you eating at dinner. Have you had something already?”
“Hmm no, not hungry.” you tell her. “Thank you though, that’s incredibly thoughtful.”
Natasha puts the plate down and sits next to you. There’s a silent pause for a moment and Natasha opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by your stomach rumbling, probably at the smell of the food.
“Not hungry, you say?”
“Ok, more like, I didn’t feel like eating.” You say. “Or dealing with any more comments from anyone downstairs.”
“Oh. Do you want to be alone? I can leave.” Natasha quickly stands up and you grab her hand to stop her moving further away from you.
You hate the look on her face. Her eyes are downcast towards the floor and her bottom lip is worriedly being torn up between her teeth. She’s only just gotten comfortable initiating contact with you of her own volition.
“No! No, no. Please don’t go. Not you. It’s never you.” you assure her desperately.
She stands there and you worry she’s going to retreat like she used to.
“Could you lie with me for a bit?” you ask her. “If you’re not busy.”
Natasha turns to face you again, green eyes darting to yours and away again. “I’m not busy.” she finally says.
You lie back onto the cushions facing her.
“Lie on top of me?”
Natasha looks at you uncertainly.
You make begging hands in front of her. “Please, Tasha”
“I’ll crush you.”
You scoff, “Please, you're tiny.”
“Hey!” she protests, and mockingly turns to leave.
You sit up to stop her, “NO! I’m sorry. You’re very much not tiny, but you also won’t crush me.” you beg. “I just want to feel you. It makes me feel safe.”
“Okay.” She whispers. “Lie down” She says with a gentle palm on your chest that pushes you backwards.
She’s still hesitant as she swings her leg over you so that she can sit straddling your thighs. Then she slowly lowers herself down on top of you, her hands supporting her weight on either side of your head.
Her hair tickles the side of your face as her head lowers completely to rest between your shoulder and neck. It takes her a moment to relax into you, but her weight slowly presses you into the soft couch, the thick cushions swallowing you both whole. You can feel her everywhere, the pressure of her heavy chest pressing into yours and deep into your lungs. Your stomachs align perfectly, hers presses flush into yours beneath her. And her legs intertwine and tangle with your legs that hang off the end slightly.
Her body rocks up and down with your breathing that eventually evens out and slows down. This is the peace you’ve been waiting for all day.
Natasha reaches up with her free hand and sinks her fingers into your hair, her thumb rubbing soothing circles at your temple.
“Do you want to talk about whatever happened today?” she asks, her voice in a quiet whisper.
You sigh, “It was nothing, really.” you assure her. “Just a few minor things, Fury, cramps, Tony being himself.”
She chuckles and her warm breath blows into your sensitive neck, “Ah Tony, of course.”
“And Steve went a little hard at training. I just wasn’t feeling up to it, and couldn’t keep up today.”
“He hurt you? I’ll fucking kill him.” She mutters.
You can’t help the quiet giggle that escapes from your chest and it vibrates into Natasha. You close your eyes and relish in the warmth of her body, then in the warmer sensation that fills your chest at her fierce devotion you long to see more of.
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hello matthew!! :D this ask isnt related to the little game u made unfortunately but id like to ask for some advice from someone who probably has to read a lot for school!!
i finished reading a classic of literature recently, jane austens persuasion. having repeated myself many times today, it was a very good thought provoking book. except that i didnt really realise that until i read the introduction of the book where they discuss her techniques and how she handles the themes!! argh.. in fact while i was readin the whole thing i didnt even really know what to feel! i knew about the instances of titular persuasion but i wasnt even really sure what they were saying with nuance...
since im so troubled by my lack of sensitivity and find no help elsewhere on the interwebs, as someone who i find can parse the complex muddled text of enstars with clarity, what should i do to become a more sensitive reader! or rather how do u read matthew?
hi lab! im a lil honored that u hold me in such high regard bc honestly, i dont always feel that my literary analysis skills are up to par! though i think thats an opinion shared by many but i often end up in the same position as you and even my professors say the same thing where they have to reread books before they start to really delve into analysis. its p normal, honestly. a lot of themes in literature are largely opinionated so some people pick up patterns faster than others and sometimes two readings can conflict with one another. it happens! one reading may be more clearly supported by evidence within the text but analyzing literature usually takes a lot of practice more than anything, but sometimes going back to the basics rlly helps and focusing on which critical theory may be applicable. could you maybe analyze the text through a character? perhaps the psychoanalytic theory may help! are gender roles present within the text? maybe looking at it through a feminist critical lens may give you a good ledge to start off. theres also formalism, post-colonialist, Marxist theory, eco-criticism, etc... the world is your oyster and having trouble with analyzing a text is normal! we're not all-knowing and sometimes it helps to look at what other people have to say will help you most of all.
also i asked my friend @cupidneos who is insanely smart for her advice since i bet that she would have something to say (also shes also a jane austen fan) and this is what she said:
i do wanna say that you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself since Persuasion is easily one of her hardest texts to really extend and make sense of so it’s no fault of your own … literature that uses free indirect discourse to hint towards our knowledge of character tends to be harder to understand bc of how limited that info can be! that being said, not being able to place our finger on something until it’s highlighted is completely okay! that’s what the introduction is there for; to help you out. there’s no set list of criteria to being a “more sensitive reader” since the phenomenon of reading itself is so mercurial. with practice i’m so certain that u will get a better sense of where to look for those literary themes. and don’t sell urself short in doing so either! if u find a passage important, pursue it!!! doesn’t matter what everyone else says abt it hehe
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gaaaaah im so insanely proud of the lineart for a TMA art piece I’m chipping away at right now, it’s so hard to just sit on it lmao
i’m also afraid to color it bc i feel like my lineart is improving a lot but my coloring skills leave a ton to be desired uuuugh
obviously i could just color it while maintaining the lineart as an individual piece and then choose which to post in the end, but I kind of want to use this as a first attempt at gif making. also it’s the principle of the thing
#about me#seriously though it turned out so nice (imo)!#it's part of a set im doing for a tim-as-archivist au i've mentioned before#i wanna hold off on posting it until i have the whole set finished though so that's like...7 more linearts if i end up making gifs#and 8 pieces to theoretically color#lmao why did i do this
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Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀
PART TWO
Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive
Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!
Part 3
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“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”
You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.
Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.
“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.
The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.
A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.
“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.
He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.
“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.
Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.
He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.
The next few moments were spent in silence.
Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.
“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.
“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.
“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”
“I know!”
“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”
You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.
“No” he admits glumly.
You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.
Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.
“Kay”
You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.
“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.
“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.
Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.
“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”
You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.
“Your turn”
You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.
Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.
Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.
He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.
As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.
Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….
Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.
Like right now…too close…too hot
Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.
“Ow! ow! Ow!”
You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.
You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.
You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.
You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.
One foot in front of the other.
Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.
Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.
As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.
Just one word, over & over & over again:
Alpha
Alpha!
ALPHAAA!!!
With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.
Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.
When the door opens you stumble inside.
The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;
“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.
Fuck is very right.
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#𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝘁𝗯𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀.
𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌!
𝘅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗍. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖻𝖽𝗌𝗆-𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard
◈ in my other dom! tbz headcanon, i said sangyeon would be a middle-ground dom. however i think that when it comes to brat taming, he’d be a bit harsher; likes giving you your “punishments”, talks dirty and calls you names to put you in your place, etc etc. i don’t think he’d be too fond of restraints though… he strikes me as the kind of guy who wants to hold your hands with his own instead of actually tying you up. and yes, i could 10/10 see sugar daddy sangyeon calling his bratty s/o a “spoiled little brat” while fucking their brains out. *evil laughter*
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛: soft / hard
◈ we all know how much i support the soft brat tamer jacob bae agenda!!! mans would say the nastiest things to you if you misbehave, especially in public… he’d press himself up against you and whisper “why aren’t you being a good girl, hmm?” if you try to rile him up in front of ppl. also i feel like jacob is into mild bondage when brat taming; i.e binding his s/o’s wrists with his own tie or maybe a scarf,, making them suffer by not letting them touch him.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧: soft / hard
◈ younghoon strikes me as a soft dom, so naturally i think he’s not too big on brat taming… however if his s/o is acting bratty, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to some less kinky taming; i see him channeling that icy coldness of his and refusing to give you what you want until you stop being a brat, maybe even bending you over his knee and making you count. though you’d probably have to make him pretty annoyed for that to happen, it wouldn’t be impossible.
𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐞: soft / hard
◈ mans is downright nasty. hyunjae probably loooooves it when his s/o is being a brat because it would (a.) fuel his ego as a hard dom, (b.) give him a chance for some serious degradation, and (c.) allow him to tie you tf up. i see hyunjae wanting to call you “slut” or “spoiled little princess” as he tames you; would have pretty good punishments i.e making you choke on his cock til you submit. i also think he’d be into orgasm denial with this, not letting you cum until you’re back to being a good girl.
𝐉𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard / in the middle
◈ juyeon gives me major brat tamer vibes! while he probably isn’t into restraints as much, i could really picture him taming you by spankings, edging, etc. i bet he’d secretly love to take you over one knee and make you count, or to see you struggling to obey when he brings you to the edge time after time. but if you’ve been a brat then you can expect not to cum that night.
𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧: soft / hard
◈ being a big ol’ switch, i think kev would go all in when it comes to brat taming. (at least when he isn’t the one being a brat OwO) he’s probably kinky as hell so expect ropes, gags, spankings, etc… anything and everything it takes to make his s/o obedient when he’s domming. will insult you in the sexiest ways; probably puts possessive words in front of the names he calls you i.e “my little cumslut” instead of just calling you a cumslut. now when he’s the brat, it’s a very different story…
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐞: soft / hard / in the middle
◈ remember how i said chanhee will show you your place if you act like a brat? yeah,, that place is bent over his knee. he isn’t as hard of a brat tamer as hyunjae or hak… but chanhee has no patience for spoiled little attention whores (and will tell you as much as he makes you suck his fingers). will call you names and deny you your orgasms all night long, teaching you a lesson by not allowing you to cum until he knows you’re back to being good for him. also i feel like he’d be pretty into teasing you in front of others as payback; maybe forcing you to stay quiet at a movie theater as he edges you with his mouth.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧: soft / hard
◈ his vibes are kinda tricky to nail down, but in the long run i don’t see changmin being really into taming. idk why but he feels like a lover who wants to cherish soft moments with his s/o, more than he wants to explore kinkier stuff like brat dynamics. however, that being said, everyone has their limits- and if you happen to push him to his, expect to be railed like the world is ending. he’d make you take orgasm after orgasm, overstimming to the max and not letting up until you safeword him. he might secretly have a thing for seeing you cry from stimulation too…
𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧: soft / hard
◈ with this guy? oh honey, you better say your prayers now… because haknyeon is NOT gonna take it easy on you. you wanna play? fine, but expect to be degraded, spanked, edged, and teased until your entire body is crying for release. he’d ask you questions while pounding into you, asking you why you behaved so badly and not letting you cum until he likes your answer. would probably tie you to the bed and make you beg for him to touch you… i think haknyeon is basically the hardest brat tamer out of the whole group. strikes me as the kind who’d even set some rules and who would seriously enjoy punishing you if you break them.
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨: soft / hard
◈ sunwoo would be absolutely filthy as a brat tamer!! he’d probably tease you back if you’re trying to get a rise out of him in public… imagine him fingering you below the table at dinner to teach you a lesson sheesh! he strikes me as the kind of tamer who would take a lot of pleasure in the foreplay,, like making a show of it, making your body overly sensitive before he fucks your brains out. he’d probably rly be into giving overstim as a punishment: “aww, you can’t take it? too bad. you should’ve behaved yourself earlier if you can’t handle this.”
𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜: soft / hard
◈ eric doesn’t rly hit me as a guy who would be hugely into brat taming… but maybe if his s/o is being bratty, he’ll step up a bit and reinforce who’s in charge. he’d probably like to make you suck him off as a punishment, forcing you to let him fuck your throat until he’s satisfied; if he’s feeling a little wild, he might even edge you to teach you your lesson, and if you’ve really pushed him then he might finish it off with some overstim. i don’t see him being very keen on brat taming as a whole though.
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So I was wondering, how was rex and reader first kiss, and also the first time they’d slept together? I loved that story about how they met!! I’m genuinely curious
!!Yessssss :’)
Ok, so for anyone who hasn’t read their first meeting/first date, I’ll link it here. Previously, I had included a little bit of their first date in one of the main installments/chapters as a flashback scene during Priya’s birth and you can find that here.
Find the rest in the Post-Order 66 Rex ML
I’ll pick this up from when they’re riding in the taxi on the way to reader’s apartment (from flashback scene found in second link)
18+ only! dry humping, heavy makeout sesh, groping, non-descriptive sex, piv sex, maybe just a hint of ‘first time’ awkwardness but... y’know. overall, Rex is a caring sweetheart. about 2.9k words #Carried Away
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The back of Rex’s hand, the gauntlet plate, that is, lands on your bare thigh - his gloved palm upright and waiting, fingers relaxed. You can’t help your wide smile that grows upon noticing the gesture accompanied by his unsure, yet confident expression as you gladly lay your hand within his - fingers locking into place.
"Is... this okay?"
So considerate, appropriately cautious, cute.
You lock eyes with his, making it a point when your tongue barely darts out to wet your lower lip while giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. His lips curl at the corners - a little chuckle seeping through his nostrils before turning his head to watch the streaks of lights fly by outside the transparisteel. The ride isn’t very long, but it’s nearly silent. It must be late enough for the driver to have long surpassed the point of wanting to engage in light conversation, thankfully so, and the music is turned down to the lowest volume - just light pulse of a beat coming from the tiny speaker. The whir of the vessel gliding through the air lanes hums throughout the interior, along with the heavy beat of your heart in your ears. Your fingers stay intertwined with Rex’s the entire time. At one point, briefly, his thumb started to absentmindedly brush back and forth over the thick knuckle of yours, and caught himself when the the taxi slowed to halt as it pulled in front of your complex.
Rex scoots out first - extending his hand towards you and helping you out of the seat and onto the duracrete. As you lean into the taxi’s opening to toss the driver some credits, Rex watches the way you move - the way even the miniscule muscles flex underneath your form-fitting dress and with the movement of what skin is exposed. A sudden breeze catches him off guard when that familiar scent of lavender coming from your hair hits him just like it did back on the dancefloor. His own heart is pounding uncontrollably beneath the protective shell of plastoid, though he’s sure you can hear it. Your hearts mirror one another’s tonight - anxious, eager, sure, ready.
It's quiet after the taxi speeds off. It's late, and the two of you stand just outside the complex entrance in silence, facing one another and staring deep into each other's eyes. There’s a whole bunch being said, without any words actually being spoken. It’s insane the way Rex is just pulling you in without laying so much as a finger on you right now; his gravitational pull is far too strong for you to resist, not that you’re trying to resist. You want to get dragged into his orbit, burn up upon skirting through his atmosphere. That connection... it’s so noticeably there and it’s making your legs weak - weight settling in the back of your head, pushing you forward and closing the space between your faces. You know it’s affecting him just as it’s affecting you. There is no escape, though neither one of you is trying to flee.
“Is... this o-”
Rex is unable to echo his question from the taxi once the remaining space between the two of you quickly vanishes. When your lips meet his for the very first time, something just clicks - like two missing pieces from a puzzle that you didn’t even know were absent have just come together and completed it, effectively ending its drawn-out hiatus. You’re sure there are better analogies out there with deeper meaning but it’s hard to think with how wrapped up in him you’re becoming with something as simple as a ‘first kiss’. Your arms flying to wrap around his neck, Rex pulls you closer - his fingers gripping the fabric at your hips and holding you close. A heavy breath escapes from him and you take the opportunity to poke your tongue out to be immediately greeted by his own. It’s medium-paced; not desperate nor casual. The dance you share with the light clashing of teeth, the rhythm that’s set with every little movement of the muscles in your mouths - it’s just right.
When you move to break away, panting, your eyes quickly dart to the building standing tall to the right of you before they quickly return to his. An overt cue...
“Do you wan-”
...One of which Rex takes swift action.
“Yes.” Rex didn’t need for you to finish that line; he was already way ahead of you, and was somehow starting to believe you’d never ask. Any nerves of his have long since vanished, as well as any notion of sleep - other, more exciting things urging him on. He knows where he’ll be waking up in the morning, and it’s not on that bedroll in the barracks that he was practically dreaming of back at 79′s before he’d laid eyes on you. For once, the clone captain will allow himself to indulge in what this night holds.
The two of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves during the brief ride in the lift up to your floor. Rex holds you impossibly close, hands pressed into your lower back and practically carrying your floating body through the corridors until arriving at your front door; you’d murmured the directions into his lips along the way. With your back pressed against it, your hand swings behind to blindly input the access code. After a few incorrect entries before hearing the musical awarded access, the door slides open, and your fingers wrap around the dip at the top of his cuirass - pulling him to follow you in. You make it as far as the couch, pushing him down to sit as you descend with him, your mouths staying connected in the process. Rex sinks into the cushions, and his hands begin rove your body experimentally from where you’re straddled over his armored lap. You’re melting into his touch, rocking yourself over the hardness of his codpiece, letting the curve of it rub into your clothed heat as his lips trail wet hot down your chin and jaw.
Never had you previously allowed a night like this to get as far with anyone else.
“I don’t...” Rex pauses as soon as the words leave you - lifting from your neck and meeting your eyes with a flash of concern sinking in his own. “I don’t usually do this, uh, sort of thing,” you elaborate quickly, your hands gesturing to the current situation - nervous, for some odd reason, even though your mind is very made up. His expression softens and a sweet smile creeps on his lips as he traces your own with the pad of his now bare thumb - the touch featherlight, admiring. “I just- just thought I should clear that up.” You’re not sure what it is exactly that you’re clearing up; perhaps you’re afraid that Rex thinks you’re one of those clone groupies, a woman who frequents 79′s to show her appreciation for the brave soldiers of the Republic. Or maybe that you’re someone who often fucks on the first date, just to be casted aside in the morning or the one who does the casting aside. The look he’s giving you, though, as he gazes up at you with something within his eyes that you can’t yet translate, is leading you to believe that he doesn’t put you into any of those categories - didn’t, from the very moment he’d laid eyes on you.
“Mesh’la,” he breathes against your jaw - the foreign-sounding word completely unknown to you but making you clench all the same - the shape of it forming on his lips and pressing into your tender skin. “The same goes for me. I... don’t wanna do anything that’ll scare you away.”
“And here I am thinking that I’m the one coming on too strong too fast,” you jest. Sure, it has only been a single, incomplete night of knowing him, but as silly and cliché as it sounds, it honest to Maker feels like you’ve known him forever. Normally, you’d conclude that allowing yourself to think that would more than likely end up biting you in the ass in the near future, but you truly don’t think that would be the case this time. Not with him.
“Rex...” Breaking from his lips for a breather and cradling the curve of his cheekbones within your hands, you look deep into his kind eyes, searching for the answer to the question you have yet to ask. “Have you ever...?”
“Yes, yes. It, uh, was always quick... when I did.” Rex chews his cheek - his brows pinching together in unwarranted contrition. “I’m sorry,” he sighs.
“For?”
“I don’t want you to think-”
You cut him off with the hard press of your lips to his - grinding yourself down on his lap with a little more purpose. Anything he was about to say, any inhibitions, dissolves like sugar inside your mouth. Minutes crawl by. Maybe longer, you’re unsure; too lost in this milky euphoria to give a damn about something as complex and currently unimportant as time. Your body is on fire; the heat that radiates from his flesh even from under the armor envelopes you in a different kind of warmth. You find your own hands mapping out the parts of his body that aren’t shelled by a plastoid exterior, landing on the piece that you’ve been grinding yourself on since arriving.
“Can I take this off?” Rex peers down at your hand laying over his codpiece; his perfect pout glistening, eyes darkening - the black orbs nearly swallowing the warm honey they reside in as he begins to look you over.
“Please.”
If it wasn’t already a known fact that you’d never done this with someone like him before, then the way your fingers fumble around the plastoid in a blind search for the clasp - or whatever is holding this Maker forsaken thing in place - sure as hell gives it away. Sensing your evident struggle, Rex’s hand brushes over yours and the hindrance is unfastened in an instant. You raise a brow at him, and he only grins as you lean down to kiss him again.
Rex stands - your arms and legs squeezing him as he walks you to the bed, his erection teasing with its firm press against you. Laying you down on your back, he watches as you shimmy off the rest of your clothing. His breath catches in his throat upon your removal of your bra, eyes widening and fingers drumming at his sides, and you have to urge him to unfreeze so he can finishing undressing and join you.
“I... really want this,” he informs through heavy breaths - a hint of sheepishness engrained within the gruffness - finally moving to climb on the bed between your legs after stripping nearly everything from him and stacking it all in a neat pile. “You. Really want you.” You smile - the gleam reaching your eyes - and grab his arm to pull him on top of you. He’s still wearing his under-armor bottoms, and your hand shamelessly trails down to palm at the hard bulge from above the skin-tight material.
“I want this too, Rex. You.” He groans - husky and deep - taking a few moments to relish the way your hand feels as you massage him before making quick work to remove the only thing that’s left covering his beautiful body.
It takes you by complete surprise - his extraordinary size. The way it was trapped within the compression bottoms was totally misleading. You swallow a clump of dry air - your tummy tingling and heart racing at the sight of him now completely nude and in the process of climbing back into position.
“Maker...”
You say the most prominent and immediate thought out loud, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“What? Is everything okay, is- is this okay?” Rex becomes mildly frantic, concerned - just about to climb away but you grab at his shoulder, fingers pressing into the toned, corded flesh where it curves into the base of his neck at the back.
“Yes,” you sigh - astounded. “I just... you’re, um...” Your eyes remain glued to the erect, throbbing appendage standing at attention between his legs, noting how it curves slightly upwards at the tip and is aimed at your clenching heat. “You’re big, Rex.” When your eyes flicker back up to his, his brow is raised and his lips are pressed into a thin line. Like he doesn’t already fucking know how well-endowed he is.
Shutting your eyes and sighing quietly, your face stings from the sound of your breathy voice uttering out such truism. He shifts his weight between the arms that are caging you in on either side and looks down at himself - considering.
“I - uh-”
“It’s okay,” you chuckle with a quick nod of your head as you spread your legs wider with a slight roll of your hips. Your mound briefly brushes the hot, velvety skin along his shaft when you lift your hips again. Your abdomen involuntarily tightens upon noticing the length of him hovering over you, practically marking how deep inside he’ll be. “I need you, Rex.”
You learn quickly that you needn’t repeat a thing to an esteemed captain of his merit.
He prepares you, like any true gentleman would, getting your body ready to accept him fully. Licking, touching, sucking, prodding; it’s all so exquisitely slow, intricate, surprisingly good for someone who has had little to no experience in the arena of foreplay. Thick fingers work you open in deep, pleasant strokes - his knuckles knocking into the most tender and pleasurable tissue with every pass. Rex’s lips go from attending to your breasts and trailing along nearly every inch of your skin before reuniting with your own. He inadvertently works a mild orgasm from you from his delicate tongue and purposeful touch alone - the build-up a soft crescendo until you’re moaning his name in the most breathy voice you’ve ever entertained.
You’ve never felt so safe and cared for during moments like these; now is a whole different experience than what you’d encountered in the past. You don’t have an extensive list of previous partners, but all of the ones who had made your short list were boys. Immature, needy, desperate boys. Boys who could never compare to the man who’s currently breaching you with a very gentle roll of his hips laced with all the care in the galaxy. Not to mention, his size. In that alone Rex is unmatched.
Your lips barely disconnect; the soft whimpers and moans shared between the two of you are breathed into one another and swallowed. You’ve never experienced anything so tender yet deliberate at the same time - the combination of soft meeting its opposite making your head spin and toes curling. Nails forming small crescents indenting into his skin, you hang on to Rex’s broad shoulders as he rocks into you. It’s a steady pace he sets right from the get-go and he keeps that all the way up until your second orgasm flows through you, consequently causing a hint of resistance put up by your clenching walls, affecting his length’s repeating reentry. Not much is said, but a lot is spoken through eye contact. Neither of you want this to end, but when it inevitably does, you’d want to do this again. You want to do more than this; you both want to see each other again. When he finishes, it’s the gravelly, drawn-out groan falling out of his throat that causes you to see the stars from where they’re hung outside Coruscant’s orbit as if you’re sitting directly in front of them, just an arm’s length away.
You’re cleaned up in such a meticulous and tender way that only Rex could provide. He falls to your side - taking you with him as his strong arms wrap around your torso. It’s insane; the way you fell into each other earlier this evening is comparable to fate itself. You think you’re going crazy, that you’re feeling all these things only after having known Rex for less than several hours, that you’re diving into something too hard and too quickly.
“Do you feel it, too?”
You don’t know what possessed you to ask him instead of keeping it locked up in your buzzing mind, still keyed up from the best sex you’ve ever had, but it’s out there. Unable to see his face from your position, your heart starts racing with nerves, and in the several moments of silence and lingering regret, you mentally curse at yourself for being so forward.
“Yeah,” Rex says with a soft smile evident in his tone - a huge weight being lifted from your shoulders and tossed aside. “I do.”
With that, his arms hold you just a little tighter and he places a chaste kiss on your temple. It’s not long before the sound of soft snoring fills the otherwise quiet bedroom, and minutes later you’re right there alongside him - content, fluttering heart and all.
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Snowman
Series - Chapter One
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.
A/N: I haven’t posted in like 300 years, but I hope you guys enjoy this new series! This follows parts of TFATWS so expect spoilers! (Also I’m sure all the Russian is absolutely wrong, if you’d like to correct it please send me a message!)
Word Count: 1,815 (future chapters will be wayyy longer)
Snowman Masterlist || Full Masterlist
New York
2023
“So tell me about this-” the therapist looked down at her notes briefly, “(Y/N).” She finished.
Bucky paused momentarily, “No.”
“James, for these therapy sessions to be effective, you need to open up to me. I can’t help you if I don't know what’s wrong.” His therapist responded, laying her pen carefully on her small notebook.
Bucky thought for a moment, taking in the ambience of the room. What would he even say about (Y/N)? He hadn’t seen her in years. Bucky was kicking himself for accidentally bringing her up in his session last week. “I- uh-” he stammered, shifting his weight on the couch, “I met her in 2011. At least I think it was 2011. Date’s get kinda fuzzy sometimes, with all the cryo.” Bucky’s hand pressed against his head, feeling dazed as he tried to think back. “It was at the big HYDRA base outside of Moscow. We had to go on a mission together-” he was cut off,
“Did she work for HYDRA?” Dr Raynor interjected.
“Yea. She was an assassin too. She went by the alias the Viper.” Bucky pretended not to notice his therapist tense up. Anyone who knew anything about HYDRA knew who the Viper was. She was one of the most prolific assassins after the Winter Soldier.
“Tell me more about when you met her.”
“We were instructed to take out a terrorist organisation forming against SHIELD. Which was ironic because we were working for a terrorist organisation. But at this point SHIELD was being run by HYDRA and they couldn’t risk any slip ups, so they put 6 assassins on the job. HYDRA usually didn’t have their assassins working together, we were all too volatile. But we had to take out over 70 people in one night. It was (Y/N), a few assassins from the Red Room, and a few agents that HYDRA had trained personally, and me.” Bucky stopped.
“Where was (Y/N) trained?”
“At a secondary facility run by HYDRA. She was trained from a really young age. It’s all she’s known.” Bucky seemed somber. But his therapist continued,
“What happened on the mission?”
“Nothing. It went exactly to plan. The targets were taken out and we all left without a trace. But (Y/N), she- she kept trying to talk to me, or get to know me. I was the Winter Soldier. No one in their right mind ever tried to ‘get to know me’.”
“Why do you think (Y/N) did that?”
“She told me she was bored.” He replied bluntly.
Moscow
2011
The poorly lit conference room was filled with a myriad of assassins and officials. The only illumination came from old LED lights hanging from the concrete ceiling. The mossy green paint on the walls looked as if it hadn’t been patched up in years. The only new-ish part of the room was the large, oak conference table, surrounded by black, leather seating. It was difficult not to notice the red HYDRA symbol holding a spot on almost every piece of clothing in the area.
“TITAN terroristicheskaya organizatsiya, formiruyushchayasya protiv nas. (TITAN is a terrorist organisation forming against us.)” Kuznetsov spoke, “Izbrannyye budut otpravleny segodnya vecherom v Ukrainu dlya vypolneniya postavlennoy zadachi. Uberi ikh. (The chosen ones will be sent to Ukraine tonight to complete their given tasks. Take them out.)”
That was all it took. You stared at the file in front of you. You had read through it multiple times, going over every single name, every single skill set your targets had. You were more than certain you could complete this job on your own. But you had no choice on the matter.
Your eyes darted around, taking in the faces of the assassins that were to accompany you on your mission. Two youthful females, dressed in black leather sat next to each other. The older, grimacing woman behind them was Madame B., the head supervisor of the Red Room. You moved your gaze to the two agents in dark green uniforms and red, soviet berets. Neither looked particularly menacing.
You finally landed on the last assassin. His dark hair fell like curtains around his face. Gloomy blue eyes searched their way through the room. His sharp jaw seemed tense through his stubbled cheeks. He was large, extremely built. Covering his frame was an amplitude of black clothing and gear.
“Play nice.” Your mentor spoke softly over your shoulder, breaking you from your train of thought.
“I always do.”
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Your padded snow boots ripped through the thick snow covering the ground. The six of you had hiked your way to the set point on your GPS systems, the clouds of snowfall covering your vision held the illusion that there were absolutely no structures nearby. A large helicopter had dropped the group a few miles out from the hideout to ensure nothing was compromised. The trek was in utter silence, fighting against the harsh temperature in mid February.
The waypoint became closer on your map, a tiny building slowly appeared in your vision against the foggy downfall. It was a small, wooden cabin. Everyone hustled their way through the unlocked door. It was barren, it held no furniture, no blankets, no means of any life. There appeared to be a few doors that led to small, empty rooms. The entrance only held a small fireplace, filled with old cut down logs that had been eaten by bugs.
The group quickly dispersed, you headed to one of the rooms alone, throwing down your belongings onto the floor. The bag you carried was mainly filled with weapons and ammunition, along with a very warm sleeping bag. You knew too well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, but you would need the extra heat for now.
There was no chatter anywhere in the house. Your mission would begin in 6 hours. Everyone was likely putting together their artillery. You decided to cozy up in your navy sleeping bag for a moment of comfort.
Someone had lit the fire in the lounge. A warm, orange light crept through the cracks in your door. The ambiance was strangely calming for a shitty cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Snow continued to fall against the tiny glass pane of your room. You weren’t a fan of assassinating in the snow. It was low vision, harsher climates, and it lessened the ability to move. Snakes weren’t creatures of the cold. Conveniently you’d been grouped with someone who called himself ‘The Winter Soldier’. I’m sure he loves the cold, you thought.
You’d heard a lot about him. Everyone had. He was the perfect assassin. He never failed a mission, his body didn’t reject cryo, every form of enhancement HYDRA had used on him had been a success. He was what every assassin had aspired to be.
Without thought, you grabbed the glass bottle laying next to you and walked off to the room the Winter Soldier had claimed for the night.
“Privet (Hello)”. You announced, pushing his door open with a creak. His head didn’t turn towards you. He sat on the floor, the sound coming from him indicated he was sharpening knives.
“Khochesh' vypit'? (Want a drink?)” You asked, motioning the bottle towards him.
He stayed silent for a moment. Finally he turned, looking up at you from his position on the floor. “What is it?” His dark tone asked back. The amber light from the fire crashed against his features. His strong jaw was covered with a dark stubble, his brunette hair tucked behind his ears. His most obvious feature was the hauntingly blue eyes that sat in sunken sockets, he looked drained.
“It’s vodka.” You stated, honestly. You were surprised to hear he wasn’t Russian, he sounded… American?
“You’re drinking before a mission?” He queried.
You shrugged. “Alcohol doesn’t freeze.” You sat down next to him. “Plus it takes the edge off.” A faint clinking noise announced as you placed the bottle on the floor between you two. He stared at you for a moment, before quietly going back to his knives.
“Wanna play 20 questions?” You interrupted the silence.
“No.”
“What about truth or dare?”
“I’m not 14.” the soldier replied, his eyes not leaving his handy work.
“How old are you?” You shot back,
“Why are you trying to get to know me?” He dodged your question.
“I’m bored.” You shrugged, taking a deep swig of the vodka. “And by my calculations,” you peered down at your watch, “we still have 3 hours and 27 minutes until the mission starts.”
He gave a shallow sigh, “93.”
“What?”
“I’m 93. How old are you.”
“93?! You were born in 1917?”
“Mhm. How old are you.”
“25. You look great for 93.” You chuckled.
“You look old for 25.” He jabbed back. His knife sharpener still grinding across a 6 inch blade.
“You flatter me.” You replied sarcastically. “So what’s your story? How’d you make it to 93?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”
Bucky looked over at you. “I’m telling you, you don’t want to know.”
“C’mon old man, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” You smirked. He once again, went back to his knives. It almost seemed as if he was trying to threaten you, pulling out larger knife after larger knife.
You huffed, opening your mouth to speak, “I was born in Hungary to a drug abusing mother, and an absent father. I was kidnapped and sold to HYDRA when I was 6. I was placed under the care of the Kraken. Not sure if you’ve met him, he’s this large guy-”
“I’ve met him.” Bucky stated, interrupting your spiel.
“Right, well, he trained me for years. Eventually HYDRA got involved again and I was tested on, experimented on, messed with, ya’ know, all that fun stuff.” You explained.
“Are you enhanced?” Bucky asked, almost as if he was actually interested.
“Yea. I have this whole snake venom trick. It’s great for up close combat. The experiments really should’ve killed me though. But maybe that’s what makes us so good-” Bucky looked over at the woman next to him, her bright eyes stared back at him as she spoke “ya’ know, the best assassins are the ones living off borrowed time. Because we’ve met death before, so we’re not afraid to do it again.”
Bucky quickly grabbed the Barrett M82 rifle next to him, his metal arm making faint whirring noises. “I’m going to scope out the base.” He stated bluntly. And with that, his large black boots walked him out the bedroom, and out the door.
You let out a faint sigh, creeping back to your room to sort out your weapons. You were sure it was something you said that scared him off. I guess at 93 you have to be living off too much borrowed time, you speculated. You absentmindedly set up your pistols, your mind not being able to wander from the Winter Soldier. Maybe annoying the Red Room girls would get your mind off it.
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AMERICA’S GOLDEN TOY
summary || steve makes good use of you after kidnapping you from a hydra base
pairings || dark!steve rogers x reader
warnings || this post contains dark content (noncon) smut, swearing, dracaphilia kink, loss of virginity, non-consensual filming
notes || continuation of this imagine
MINORS DNI // 18+
you heard the sirens before anything else. they blared all over the facility, distracting you from your work and causing you to drop your graduated cylinder.
“shit!” you cursed in german and quickly began to gather yourself.
you knew what the sirens meant — your father had forced you to participate in every emergency briefing there was. he was a high level member of hydra and quite proud that you, his daughter, were following in his footsteps.
at only twenty years old, you were already a renowned scientist. often, you created remedies and such for hydra to use on their victims. you helped caused terror and chaos, but of course, you didn’t see it that way.
you quickly began to gather all of your important files as the sirens got louder. your whole lab was flashing red, causing your vision to be skewed.
you stumbled around in the red light, your heels not making it any better. you grabbed hard drives and anything else you could think of before quickly bursting out of the door, joining the chaos in the hallways.
all around you, hydra personnel was being scattered about, some running and others fleeing towards the fight. you didn’t even know what the threat was, but if it was enough to activate the emergency sirens then it had to be deadly.
“y/n!” in the midst of your running, someone called your name and pulled you to them. you yelped, but quickly calmed down once you saw that it was your father.
“papa,” you looked at him, shocked. “what’s going on? where is all this chaos coming from?”
“the avengers,” the answer made your blood run cold, “they are here. they have found us. we must get out, quickly!”
he wasted no time in pulling you towards the safety exit, one that only the most important memebers knew about. you stumbled as you struggled to keep up, your hands tightly clutching your precious research.
somewhere along the way though, you had accidentally dropped one of your drives. you let go of your father’s hand for one second to retrieve it, but that turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life.
a flash of blue in the red light could be seen as you bent over to grab it quickly. but you weren’t fast enough, and by the time you had come back up and started running again, it was too late.
steve rogers caught you easily as your father yelled behind him for you. his armor cladded suit pressed against your frame and you struggled against the muscular man.
“y/n!” your father panicked, wondering if he should run or help you.
“papa! go, please! it is too late for me,” you cried as you struggled in steve’s arms. “go!”
your father looked hesitant, but a nod from you urged him to keep running. that left you, helpless as the avenger glared at you fiercely.
“tony, nat, i’ve captured a prisoner. her father managed to escape but i think you can still catch him,” he spoke into a device.
“roger that, cap,” the voice of an unknown man came back.
you glared at him as you thrashed in his arms.
“there are no prisoners with hydra!” you yelled out, releasing the poison hidden behind your teeth and preparing to swallow it.
however, before you could steve already had an antidote shoved down your throat, knowing that this was common with those captured.
“you’re not dying today,” he snapped at you, as the concoction also knocked you out cold. “not before we make some use of you.”
-
when you woke up, you were in a moderately decorative room.
it was furnished with a dresser, a nightstand with a lamp, a tv, and a king sized bed that you were currently laying on.
as soon as you came to, you tried to hop off the bed and escape. but you were wildly unsuccessful, seeing as your hands and feet were tied and you were gagged.
“help!” you still tried to call out for someone, through your sounds were muffled. “somebody please, help me!”
there was shuffling out in the hallway and you paused, foolishly thinking it was your father or another hydra member coming to save you.
but quickly, you realized that wasn’t the case when the same man that kidnapped you walked in.
“well well, i see you’re awake,” his deep voice filled the room as he sauntered in.
you glared at him.
“let me go!” you yelled through the gag, trashing even though your movements were limited.
“what was that? sorry i can’t hear you,” he smirked. your hatred for him increased even more as he mocked you.
“asshole!” you cursed in german. “let me go, now! before i kill you!”
steve seemed to get tired of your muffled screaming so he finally removed the gag. when he did, the first thing you did was spit on him.
“filthy scum! how dare you tie me up like an animal!” you yelled.
you were met with a harsh glare and slap so hard that it knocked the breath out of you. steve fumed as he wiped the spit away, rasing his hand threateningly.
“do it again and i swear to god...” he trailed off.
“what do you want from me!” you resisted the urge to cry as your face stung from the violent blow.
“information,” steve said almost immediately, as if it were obvious. “we decided not to throw in you in a cell because you could be useful to us. tony figured you’d open up more in a more...comfortable setting.”
“go to hell,” you immediately spit, causing steve to raise an eyebrow. “i’ll never tell you anything. i’d rather die!”
“well then it’s a good thing you were already carrying these,” steve said coolly, holding up an object.
you gasped when you noticed it was your drives. the very ones you risked capture for.
“give those back!” you cried, struggling even harder. “those belong to hydra! those belong to me!”
“not any more,” steve said. “everything in that base now belongs to the avengers. including you.”
you didn’t like the way his eyes sized you up. it made you uncomfortable, scared even but you weren’t about to show it.
“you can keep me here until i starve. i won’t give you any more information,” you said.
“oh we know. we’ve been known that everyone in hydra has tight lips,” steve chuckled. “but you see, we started to figure out why. and do you wanna know what we came up with?”
you said nothing.
steve continued anyways. “see we figured it was because hydra never had anything to lose. their files are encrypted. everyone is willing to die for that scum organization. we the avengers have never had a way to gain leverage over them. but after we took you...we realized that now we do.”
“what do you mean?” you asked dumbly, though you feared the answer.
steve answered by stalking towards you. slowly, you began to try and back away as his face came down to yours, his voice dark and dangerously low.
“it means, it wasn’t an accident i took you over you father. i could have captured you both. but i let him go free, just so he and the rest of the scum can witness this. you, tied up in captain america’s bedroom, helpless,” he smirked.
“no!” you exclaimed, horror seeping through your veins.
“say hi to daddy and his colleagues,” steve chuckled, pointing towards the tv.
you didn’t know how you missed it, but on the dresser stood a camera, and on the tv itself showed live footage.
of you, handcuffed on steve’s bed.
“oh, i can’t say i won’t enjoy finishing this mission,” he shook his head. “it’s the first damn time i’m getting something in return.”
“get away from me!” you screamed at him as he undid your cuffs, yanking you closer to him.
the delightment of being free was replaced by utter panic at the pending situation. you tried your best to get up, springing off the bed but steve only pushed you down, laughing.
“did you forget who you were dealing with?” steve asked. “everything is this room will prevent you from escaping. the doors won’t open without a code. there’s no windows. and of course, you’d have to get passed me. but i’m not letting you leave until i get what i want.”
“you monster!” you punched his chest as he gripped you harshly, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
but your assault seemed to do nothing against the super soldier, merely egging him on as he reached for your clothing.
“nothing but a skirt and a blouse. not even pantyhose,” he tsked. “you must have been prepared for me, then.”
tears of humiliation began to form as he grabbed your skirt and shirt and tore them off. the black bra and lacy red panties that you were wearing were durely exposed to the camera, where your father and all your coworkers were watching.
“can you feel it now?” steve asked, dodging your blows and pinning you down with his arms. “the sheer panic creeping in your veins? the knowledge that there’s only one way out of this, and that’s by me taking control of that little pussy of yours?”
your eyes widened as he voiced his plans out loud, the reality of situation finally sinking in.
“no please!” all your life you had been taught not to beg. you had been taught to never give into the enemy, to always choose silence and death over the weakness of pleading. but this was steve rogers you were talking about. you thought he was one of the good guys. you thought he was america’s golden boy. “don’t!”
“what’s this, a little hydra slut begging for her life?” you cried out as steve ripped the bra off, too, leaving you completely exposed. “that’s definitely new. but i gotta say, begging wont get you anywhere now. it’s too late, i’m gonna make use of america’s golden toy now.”
“i thought you were a good guy! the avengers are supposed to be the good ones! you’re not supposed to do this!” you said while steve began to shed his clothes.
“good?” he chuckled as he stood over you. “that’s funny. i guess it just depends on the perspective.”
you stared at each other as he began to free his cock. it was impressive really, how he managed to get both of you naked all while holding you down.
you had never felt more powerless in your life. you were a scientist after all. you were smart and brilliant and on top of the world at hydra. but here though...
here you felt like nothing more than a simple speck of dust.
“open up, slut,” steve suddenly shoved his cock in your face as you jumped back, startled. “let’s show daddy how well your mouth works.”
“no!” you refused to open your mouth for him, you refused to even look at him, turning your head to face the wall.
but steve was quick to a solution; he grabbed your jaw and forced your lips open, backhanding you to get you to comply.
“i’m not gonna ask you again,” he said lowly while you sobbed. “open up.”
shakily, you obeyed. you opened your lips and slowly steve began to push his cock in, moaning at the feeling of your tight lips wrapped around him.
“ah, fuck,” he grabbed a hand full of hair to steady himself while you stood still. “go on, don’t be afraid. suck my cock like the little whore you are.”
you would have rather chosen death than blow steve rogers but that wasn’t an option. what was though, was moving your head back and forth, trying to take his impossibly thick length in your mouth.
“there’s a good girl,” he cooed as your head bobbed. “take me. take all of it!”
you resisted the urge to gag as he shoved himself in the back of your throat. gripping his hips, you sobbed on his dick, tears falling down your face as he throat fucked you.
“that’s it...nice and deep,” steve moaned. “god, i can’t wait to see what your pussy feels like.”
he was cumming in no time, the combination of you sucking and playing with his balls sending him over the edge.
he panted as he pulled out, his hot seed trickling down your throat. you gagged immediately as he released you, feeling absolutely and utterly disgusted with yourself.
“you see that, dad?” steve smirked at the camera. “your little girl just drained my balls dry. and she’s about to do it again. watch.”
you cried out as steve roughly pulled you up and flipped you on the bed. you tried one last time to escape, crawling on your knees away from him but it was all too easy for him to pull you back down.
“a fair warning to all hydra personnel, this is what happens if you mess with shield,” he growled.
you were a blubbering mess as he forced your legs open, pleading and begging for your release. you didn’t wanna be taken, not like this. you didn’t wanna lose your virginity to this man.
“you can’t save her now,” steve looked directly into camera, “but maybe when i’m through with her you’ll learn your lesson.”
he positioned his thick cock, lubricated with your spit, at your entrance. and then, before you could even comprehend what was happening, he slammed into you.
a scream bubbled up in your throat and ripped out as your pussy was violently desecrated.
steve filled you nearly to the brink, moaning and whimper at the tight fit.
pain exploded all over your body. your pussy felt like it was on fire. you tried to claw your way away but steve held you tightly in his arms, disabling you to move.
you were trapped, tears falling down wildly as steve began to fuck you balls deep.
“so tight,” he moaned while you let out a gutteted sob. “so fucking good to me. you’re squeezing me baby. you’ve must have never taken a cock a before, have you?”
“no!” you screamed out as steve pounded into you at a jarring pace. “p-please! please!”
“virgin,” steve realized, knowing why you were so scared. “god that’s so hot.”
“please...please! captain stop!” you begged, not being able to take it anymore. you couldn’t take him. your pussy wouldn’t even let him get all the way in. you were straining so much, but yet he fought. he fought so hard to make sure all but his balls were inside of you.
“well, since you asked so nicely,” steve smirked.
he flipped you over again but before you could cherish the release he was slamming into your pussy again, this time forcing on you top of him with your back laid against his chest.
steve cooed in your ear as you took his merciless pounding, reminding you of what a filthy whore you were.
you wanted this, he told you. this was your fault. you wanted his cock deep inside of you. wanted people to watch. you wanted people to know how much of a slut you were.
“tell them!” steve shouted, his balls slapping your pussy. you sobbed for his mercy. “tell them how much of a whore you are! tell your daddy how much you love captain america! tell him!”
“papa,” you blubbered towards the screen. you saw yourself, looking pathetic while you sat on captain america’s cock. he filled you to the brink, your stomach pretruding out to show just how deep he was. “i love him! i love captain america!”
“atta girl,” steve kissed your neck, his beard scraping your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck. he held you tight, the sound of him battering your little pussy echoing throughout the room.
finally, he turned your head towards him and kissed you. one last humiliating act before he finally came, shuttering to a stop as he drained his balls directly into your womb.
“how’s that for a mission accomplished,” steve laughed while you slumped against him, clinging to him for dear life. your pussy was battered, filled to the brink his cum. your mind was gone.
you could hardly think. you searched for a sense of safety. for a sense of warmth. you cuddled yourself closely to him, taking shelter in the arms of your abuser.
“please...please...” you sobbed against him.
steve held you tight in his arms, kissing your temple. he knew he had broken you. he knew that you were beyond recovering now.
“it’s okay,” he whispered, still buried deep inside of you. “you’re with the earth’s mightiest heroes now. you’re safe. nothing’s ever gonna hurt you again.”
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Freaky on Camera - Drew Starkey
Summary : After receiving a new camera for his birthday, Drew has the perfect idea on how to break it in.
Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut and more smut. No plot. At all. Cussing. Oral (female and male receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex (Don’t be a fool, wrap the tool.) Spit play. Choking. Recording sex.
AN: Also this is my first time writing smut, so it’s probably going to be awful. Please give me feedback, and request things. I’m open to writing for basically anyone right now, but due to comfort reasons I will not write smut for underaged characters unless you’re okay with them being aged up.
Word Count : 2414
The minute Drew’s apartment door was shut, you were roughly pressed up against it. Dinner with the cast was fun, talking about random things going on in the show, life and so on and so forth. The whole time though, Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of you. His hand was resting on your thigh under the table, rubbing further up towards your core before darting back down multiple times. Despite him constantly teasing you, the meal went by nicely.
You had almost forgot about what he proposed earlier in the night, until his lips moved from yours to start their attack on your neck.
“So… how do you feel about the idea of recording us, love?” Drew asked, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt.
You thought for a moment, knowing it was something he had wanted to do before he got his new camera, but you were too iffy on the idea of using his phone. Just the idea of someone hacking into his icloud was more than enough of a reason for you to say no. But, with his new video camera you knew there were ways to be safe with it all.
“Mm.. I don’t know..” You said in a sultry tone, even though you knew for a fact you were down for it.
He nodded against your neck slightly, before he started to lower himself down to your collarbone, leaving a few hickeys.
“I’m down, let’s do it.” You smiled as you felt his smile against your skin, causing him to pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly to support your weight.
As he brought you to the bedroom he finally set hii down on the bed. He took a few moments to set up the camera before heading back to you.
The moment he reached you again, he pulled you onto his lap. His calloused hands began to tug on your shirt as you grinded against his lap. He finally pulled your shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. Your burgundy lacy bra was exposed, causing his jaw to drop some. He adored the set on you, loving how the color complimented your skin.
“Fuck, Y/n..” Drew groaned out, before pressing gentle kisses to your breasts, while working on the hooks.
You took this time to pull his shirt off, a small whine leaving your lips when his moved from your chest. As you continued or grind against his lap, you slowly stopped to undo the buckle he was wearing.
“Can we quit acting like this will be posted anywhere, and you just put my cock in your mouth?” Drew finally let out, causing you to laugh.
“I was waiting for one of us to say that.” You said getting off of the bed, and pulled off your skirt and thong, leaving you completely exposed as he stumbled to get naked himself.
“You look so fucking gorgeous.”
You hummed out in a thank you, as you got back on the bed. You slid in between the both of his legs, wrapping your plump lips around the tip of his cock.
He let in a small, sharp inhale as you did so.
You mainly focused on the tip of his cock for a bit, until he took a handful of your hair, and gently pushed your head down. Your small hands rested against his thighs, nails scratching down them gently, causing goosebumps in the wake of your fingers.
“Your mouth feels so good..” He groaned out, before you tapped on his thigh twice.
It was your signal for when you needed a moment, whether him shoving his cock too far back or you weren’t focused on breathing and he instantly stopped pumping his hips up.
Your hands replaced where your mouth once was, pumping his thick and lengthy cock. Your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip, spreading the precum all around.
Right as you were about to go down on him again, he opened up his mouth. “C’mere.”
You happily obliged, and opened your mouth as you knew what he was getting ready to do. He spit into your mouth, right on your tongue.
“Swallow.” Drew demanded, watching in admiration as you did. When you were finished, you instantly went back to going down on him.
You swirled your tongue around his tip a few times, one of your hands fondling his balls when his thrusts became more erratic, a sign that he was close. After a few more pumps of his hips, he finally released his load in your mouth.
Some spilled over, out of your lips as you released his cock from your mouth. You swapped whatever didn’t escape, and used your thumb to gather the rest and push it back into your mouth.
After the both of you took maybe a minute at most to regain your breath, and stamina, Drew instantly got off the bed and went to the foot of it. His calloused hands wrapped around your calves to pull you down to him. A small giggle left your lips as he did so, not completely expecting it.
Your legs instantly went on top of his shoulders, to make yourself more comfortable.
“Fuck.. you’re so wet baby, and I barely even touched you.” He groaned, two of his fingers sliding up your slit, gathering some of your wetness before rubbing your clit.
“Drew, c’mon.” you whined, craving the feeling of his tongue.
Typically he would make you beg for it, but due to the combination of the camera recording, and how wet you were — if he wasn’t so set on eating you out he would push his cock right in.
As Drew’s tongue skillfully licked your clit in the shape of figure eights, he pumped one of his fingers in and out of you. As you moaned, he felt himself growing hard again, motivating him to slide his middle finger in, then his index finger into you.
“You’re taking my fingers so well.. can’t wait for you to take my cock.” He spoke against your clit, you instantly becoming wetter.
As he continued to suck, lick and very lightly bite your clit you felt yourself grow closer to cumming. Your hips bucked up, thighs starting to shake and toes beginning to curl. This caused Drew to smirk, seeing how close you were to coming undone for him.
“C’mon baby girl.” He moaned out, the vibrations against your clit causing you to let out another loud moan, and then his fingers grazing your g-spot sent you over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moaned, your hips bucking up as though you were trying to get away from him which caused him to wrap his arm around your hips, holding them down.
After you finished cumming, he lapped up what he could, before getting back onto the bed. You knew you wanted this to be more for him, then you, and he’d rather see your reaction.
“Move to the end of the bed, so you are facing away from it.” You said, causing his eyebrow to raise.
“So you’re making demands now?”
“No but I figured you’d like to see my tits bouncing as I ride you when you rewatch this.”
After that, he happily obliged. He moved down to the edge of the bed, his head resting right above the footboard, along with a pillow. As you straddled him, and teased him by rubbing your soaking entrance against his hard cock he let out a small groan, wanting more.
“C’mon. You wanted to ride me, so ride me.”
He didn’t have to say anything after that, as you lifted yourself and then his cock up, before slowly sliding down it. His hands instantly went to your hips, helping you hold yourself down as you got used to his size.
Despite having three of his fingers stretching you out minutes before, his dick always had a different effect - being larger in pretty much every way you could imagine.
After waiting a few seconds, you began to slide up and down his cock. Finding yourself the right angle, hands gripping the foot board to help keep yourself up, and back slightly angled so your breasts almost hit his face every time you moved yourself.
He took this time to slide one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and slightly grazing his teeth against the bud.
An illicit moan left your mouth, riding him this fast after an orgasm already had you leading up to another one, and he knew that.
Drew eventually released your nipple and began to take control. One of his hands reached down, and smacked your ass harshly causing another illicit moan to leave, and then his hands roughly gripped at your hips. His nails gently dug into the soft skin, as he began to move your body to how he wanted.
Your hands released the foot board, and pushed your hair out of your face, as it was clinging all over your face and body due to your sweat.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, as he continued to move your body how he wanted to.
As he brushed your g-spot a pornographic moan left your mouth, and you tossed your head back. Drew smirked as he had gotten you where he wanted you, before bringing you down one last time.
“I wanna switch positions.” He said, a small whine leaving your lips. You were so close to finishing, just for him to say that. What a fucking tease.
“Drew. I was so close.”
“I know, I’ll make it worth it. Promise.” He said, kissing you hungrily before you got off of him, and let him put you in the position he wanted you in.
Your cheek was flush against the pillow, ass as high as it would go, and your back arched. It was a sight to die for, as he would say.
You felt your wetness dripping down your thighs, as you sat there completely exposed as you waited for him to make a move. He finally did.
With a swift move of his hand, leaving your ass a bright shade of red, he then slid back into your wet pussy. One of his hands slid down your body to your hair, wrapping his hand in it before roughly thrusting his hips.
His balls smacked against your clit with each thrust, and the sound of your skin hitting against one each others flooded the room along with the both of your moans and groans. Drew finally pulled your body up by your hair, you both kneeling as he continued to thrust into you.
“You look so fucking good, (Y/n.)” He said in a dominant tone, seeing your makeup all messed around, your lips swollen.
His hand that wasn't wrapped in your hair moved to your throat, applying a small amount of pressure on the sides. His arm was between your breasts, causing him to smirk the whole time.
“You’re such a pretty little whore.” He moaned into your ear, as his cock began to rapidly hit your g-spot again.
A loud breathy moan left your mouth, causing your thighs to start to shake and toes to curl up, and him to realize how close the both of you were. His hand released its grip on your throat, and moved to your jaw as he wanted you to watch yourself finish and see how gorgeous you looked.
“Look in the mirror, I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum.” Drew moaned into your ear yet again, his hand that was in your hair now releasing it.
His hand dragged down his body, his hand still holding your jaw so you were still looking in the mirror. As his hand reached right above your core, he teased you momentarily by dragging his hand back up your stomach.
“Drew..” You whined needily, wanting your sweet release to come faster.
After hearing his name escape your lips, his hand instantly shot back down and he began to rub your clit with one of his calloused fingers.
As your legs began to shake yet again, your toes curl and your hands grip at his arms. Your hands consequently left a few scratches against his arm, nothing deep thankfully for him.
After a few more sharp thrusts from him, you were ready to cum. He wasn’t big on denying your orgasms, loving the look on your face as you cum and the blissful smile on your lips afterward but for once, you decided to ask.
“Fuck.. fuck.. Fuck. Drew, can I cum?” You moaned out needily, and felt him smirk against your skin.
“Cum for me.” He said simply.
Even though the words were so simple, and not even dirty you instantly felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. Loud moans began to leave your mouth in rapid succession. The feeling lasted longer than it normally would, but you were too deep in your state of bliss to realize.
Shortly after you finished, Drew had finished himself, giving you both a few moments to catch your breath before the both of you moved from one another. You laid back on the bed, legs spread as you waited for him to return with a damp washcloth as usual.
“Did you know you could squirt?” He asked with a smirk on his face, and it caused you to blush.
“I didn’t.” You said sheepishly, rather shocked.
As you felt the mixture of both of your cum drip down your pussy and thighs you tapped his arm gently, and he nodded instantly remembering what he forgot to do. He grabbed the camera, and brought it up to your pussy, to get a clip of the cum dripping out of you.
After he was content with the clip, he then turned the camera off and set it besides you, and brought a wet rag to you and began to wipe everything up, before sliding two of his fingers into you. He slid his fingers back out, before sliding them into your mouth, covered in the mixture of the both of your juices. You eagerly sucked on them, as he cleaned you up.
“How about round two?” He asked as you were still recovering, leaning down to press his lips to yours momentarily. You looked and felt so good.”
“Maybe in a bit..” You mumbled in reply, placing your lips back on top of his.
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hello! happy birthday!!! hope you have a good one! how about for headcanons: how your favourite character/s would treat their s/o on their birthday please and thank you
Characters: Dazai x reader; Atsushi x reader; Chuya x reader; Akutagawa x reader;
Warnings: might be spelling and grammar errors; tad bit suggestive
Notes: Hi there anon! I understand that I’m super late on this and I’m sorry! Thank you sm for the birthday wish. Thanks for sending in a request, if this is not what you wanted feel free to request again. This is the most characters I’ve done in a single post, let’s see how this goes, under the cut because it gets long
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How Dazai, Atsushi, Chuya and Akutagawa treat their s/o on their birthday headcanons:
Dazai:
It all really depends on whether you enjoy having your birthday celebrated or not, because he understands if you don’t want to no matter the reason
I can’t really decide whether he’s one of those people who would wake up their s/o at 12:00am just to wish you happy birthday and throw confetti everywhere probably is
He has the whole day planned out
And he knows everything and anything you’d like
This bandage man tries making breakfast for you while you were asleep and could give it to you once you awoke along with a good morning kiss
However, little did you know that while you were asleep, he almost set the kitchen on fire, pancake batter spilled on the floor and he had almost cut his finger off with a knife
But it’s all worth it if it’s for you he thinks to himself
When you awake, the first thing you see is his face in yours, he dons a rather huge grin and then throws his arms into the air and says “Happy Birthday My Belladonna!”
The next thing is he takes you to whatever place you wish to go
But! First things first, he makes sure he gets the day off and leaves behind an angry Kunikida
Want to go to the beach? Park? Movies? Or just sit and cuddle at home under the blankies while watching movies or the likes? He’s down for it esp the last one
He’ll sneak little kisses throughout the day and always somehow manages to put a smile on your face
He might get you a gift but honestly i think he’s already a good enough gift himself
When night finally falls upon Yokohama, he’ll cuddle the hell out of you in bed, whether it be summer or winter. He’d place kisses all over your face until he’d reach just above your chest, you’re just too precious to him unless he decides to spend the night in a different way if you know what i mean
Atsushi:
His smile is so precious i can’t-
Would cook breakfast and it actually comes out good. Although he doesn’t think so, please reassure him it is
He’ll get your favorite flowers and put them on the tray in which he’s gonna put the breakfast on
“Happy Birthday Y/n” you smile sleepily as you awake and find him sitting at the edge of the bed
You’d give him a kiss on the cheek and he’d turn all shades of red
He’ll probably take you to the fair or just like Dazai he’ll take you anywhere you’d like
Prefer something more peaceful and serene? He’s got you covered
Of course he’d ask for a day off from work and he’d actually get it without a problem because he works so hard
Even though he can’t offer the most expensive gift, you don’t mind and either way you’d love it even if he didn’t get you a gift
He’ll hold your hand gently throughout the day and smile at you so lovingly, he’ll thank the heavens that such an angel was born on this day
Let’s just say that it were Spring, he’d take you cherryblossom viewing
It’d be so lovely, the gentle breeze floating through the air, cherryblossom petals raining down upon the earth, when he’d look at you, he’ll instantly smile
His eyes look like they were in a dream, when he looked at you, admiring you, wondering how fortunate he was
At night, he’d hold you in his arms, might I add that he’d have his tiger arms transformed if you request, although he would be a bit hesitant
It’s the softest, warmest, coziest feeling in the world, and you fall asleep to the soft beating of his heart, he’ll kiss your head and tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you before eventually falling asleep himself
Chuya:
Treats your birthday like the most important day ever
Definitely not the type to disturb his s/o during their beauty sleep just to wish them at 12:00am
Like a professional chef, he prepares the best breakfast one could ask for with a red rose to finish the tray off
He’ll kiss your lips, your cheeks and forehead as you wake up and find him smiling wishing you a happy birthday
He’d get the day off, working some things around in his port mafia schedule
He’ll take you out anywhere you’d like, however for dinner he’s made a reservation for two at a fancy restaurant
Sure he seems all fancy, but he doesn’t really spend money on himself, rather he’ll shower you with gifts and praises and acts of love and affection
Would be a total romantic and kiss the back of your hand and hold it like you’re royalty
He’ll offer only the best gift to you, he’ll know what you like
Be it books/literature, jewellery, anything really
This ginger will admire you with endearing ocean blue eyes, he’ll tell you countless times throughout the day how much he loves you not like he doesn’t everyday
Ends the day of at the restaurant and once night approaches, he’ll hold you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing to him or if he has other plans the bedroom would be lit with soft sweet scented candles, silk bedsheets and everything to scream romantic
Akutagawa:
He kinda freaks out internally as to what to do for your bday
I mean has he ever even celebrated his own?
But would put on an apron and whip up a delicious breakfast, literally puts his heart and soul into it
However, expect to get scared first thing in the morning
This man has high patience, so he’ll just be standing there at your bedside, staring at you waiting for you to wake up because he doesn’t wanna disturb you
Not only is he staring while holding the breakfast and flowers he’d picked for you, he’s admiring you
Taking in every little detail about you, honestly his cheeks turn a little pink from how cute you look asleep
Give him a kiss as thanks and he’ll stop working
Didn’t know at first whether to take the day off or not but decided to do so
Prefers taking you somewhere quiet, serene, better if there are no other people are around actually
Either you’ll both stay at home or go out as per your wish
The idea of cuddling with you under the blankets makes him internally smile
But so does spending the day out with you
He’d love to just sit under a tree in the park and enjoy some peace, serenity, shade and you
A little picnic is what he’d go with. Figs and tea really is all the snacks he needs. He gazes at you, your smile, just automatically makes him smile
He’ll let you lay your head on his lap and read a book, sleep or basically whatever you’re doing, while playing with your hair, twirling it, running his fingers through it
The night ends with him holding you with your back facing his chest, arms wrapped around you, his nose in the crook of your neck and feather light kisses being placed on your skin
He’s not all that good with psychical acts of love and affection but he tries
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Feral Vessel Chain 2
reminder that these are being posted by when they finish and not chronologically
Prompt: Herrah has a heart to heart with Feral about looking after Hornet once she’s called to fulfill her duty as a dreamer.
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“Feral one.”
Herrah’s voice, calm as it was, immediately had their attention. Ghost wouldn’t say they were afraid of the Beast, not by any stretch of the word--but they also weren’t inclined to go against her lest they get on her bad side. They’ve seen her bad side. It wasn’t something they wished to inflict on even the Radiance.
“Come with me. I need to speak with you in private.”
Respect, that was it. Everything about her presence demanded respect. That wasn’t something they gave freely, but they respected her. They nodded in silent affirmation, and followed as she led them away.
It was only when the both of them were settled in a quiet room away from the bustle of the Palace that Ghost noticed the tiny, red-cloaked form of a familiar spiderling clinging to her mother in her sleep. Their heart did a little jump inside their chest. It was still difficult to imagine this adorable being as the cold and stern sister that tried to kill them twice.
“Ghost.” Once again, Herrah’s voice redirected their attention at once, moreso now with the sound of their name. So she did know it. Father or Mother must have mentioned it in passing. Why did she need to talk to them, though? They watched her with intent curiosity. She said nothing at first, taking the time to contemplate her words before she spoke again. “You know what is going to happen.”
They tried their hardest to tamp down the sudden surge of panic that threatened to rise up. What did she mean by that? There wasn’t any way she could know, right? There might have been suspicions, of course, but they thought they were pretty good at hiding the whole “I’m from the future and know everything that’s going to happen” deal.
“You know of the plan the Wyrm has for us.” Oh. Right. That. That was something they knew anyway. Of course they did, they were technically part of it. But why bring it up now?
They watched as Herrah gingerly plucked her daughter from her cloak to cradle in her arms instead. The hatchling fussed for only a moment, scrubbing her eyes with tiny hands before nestling against her mother and settling into sleep again. There was a look in Herrah’s eyes that Ghost wasn’t sure they’ve ever seen before as she gazed down at Hornet. A certain softness, a mother’s affection... but also, fear. Uncertainty.
“I...” She faltered, and took a deep breath before continuing. “One day, I will enter an eternal slumber. On that day, and all the days after, I will not be able to care for my child. I will not be able to raise her.” She hugged her daughter a little closer. Her voice wavered in a way that made Ghost ache to the very core of their void. “I won’t see her grow up.”
Finally she looked at Ghost again, after collecting herself. “Someone will have to look after her, in my stead. Someone I trust enough to hold my child’s life in their hands.”
She moved in close to them. Something shifted, and their arms reflexively curled around a gentle weight placed in their grasp. Herrah pulled back, and Ghost realized with a start that Hornet now rested against them. The hatchling’s eyes blearily blinked open, looking up at Ghost... and then she nuzzled into them much like she had with her mother, and went back to sleep.
They looked up at Herrah again. There was something like a sad smile in her eyes. “Out of everyone here, I trust you the most. Ironic, isn’t it?”
Their gaze dropped back to the little slumbering spiderling in their arms. She was so small. So light, she barely weighed anything. But the gravity of the situation sat heavy in their mind, as they remembered again that she was one day going to grow into the Hornet they knew. They remembered again how she looked when they returned from the dream realm after breaking Herrah’s seal. They remembered her grief, and their own guilt.
They wanted more than anything to change that; to see her grow up with her mother; to see what kind of bug she would become if she never lost her, and never closed herself off to the world, cold and bitter. If they succeeded, and the Dreamers never had to Dream.
But if they failed, if they didn’t find a way to get the Dream Nail or some other means to fight the Radiance, then what would all this be for? Hornet would still lose her mother, their sibling would still be sealed away, everything would continue to fall apart in slow motion and there wouldn’t be anything they could do about it.
Ghost wanted to protect their family, but as things stood now, they couldn’t even protect them from their fates. Couldn’t even protect the spiderling in their arms, so small and so vulnerable, from the pain they knew she would suffer in the future. Vaguely, they were aware of Herrah beginning to say something when--
“No cry!” a tiny voice squeaked.
They looked down, startled. They hadn’t even realized that Hornet had awoken at some point. Worse yet, they hadn’t realized the moment that tears began spilling down their mask. But she had. “No cry,” she pleaded once more, a tiny hand reaching in their general direction as though trying to offer comfort. They dipped their head towards her, and she pawed at their tears.
It almost made them want to laugh, that their baby sister of all bugs would try to comfort them right now. They carefully shifted her weight to one arm so they could have a hand free to wipe their eyes.
“You... don’t have to, you know,” Herrah offered. “I simply thought that, considering how I trust you and how she adores you--”
Ghost raised their hand with a quick motion to say, stop. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, that much was certain. But their resolve was set now; they were going to do everything in their power to make sure that they wouldn’t have to. Not that they could tell her as much. So they gave her a nod in answer. If, and only if, they did fail after everything was said and done, then they would take care of Hornet in her mother’s stead.
Herrah nodded in turn, and her relief was nearly tangible. They could only imagine how she must have worried for her daughter’s future. “Thank you, Ghost. Now, if I may have my child back?” She reached for Hornet, only for the spiderling to scuttle straight up Ghost’s head to settle between their horns in an attempt to get away. “Little one...”
“Wanna stay wif Ghos’!”
Herrah laughed softly. Ghost did as well, if only silently. “Well, alright, then. I suppose I can let you watch her for a while. I trust you’ll take good care of her.”
They nodded. No matter what happened, they promised: They would take care of their sister.
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If Ghost could speak, they’d have to say they very much underestimated just how high-energy their sister would be. But then, who would they say it to? They certainly wouldn’t admit it to the Pale King, who likely isn’t even aware of their current whereabouts, never mind Hornet’s. Herrah is a possibility. Their mother is also a possibility.
But due to a particular monarch’s insistence on his perfect vessel having no voice to cry suffering, Ghost is as voiceless as the day they were hatched. Never mind that they are, by choice, nearly as far from being that perfect, impossible vessel as anyone can be without actively colluding with the Radiance.
(That wasn’t a choice Ghost had ruled out, upon waking up in their past. They haven’t entirely ruled it out even now. But to do anything concerning the Radiance, Ghost would first need the Dream Nail. To get the Dream Nail, they first need to find the Seer. And, unfortunately, their drawings of moths when shown to others are always mistaken for surprisingly non-insulting caricatures of the king.)
“Ghostie! Be tall!”
Out of nowhere, Hornet leaps all the way from the ground to cling onto Ghost’s mask. She hangs there and giggles. Her giggles only intensify as she starts to slip.
If Ghost could smile, they would. As is, they catch her with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, and deposit her once again in the space between their horns. Hornet grabs both of them with a tiny cheer, and they start walking again.
They still can’t quite decide what is stranger: Hornet being this small, or Hornet being this friendly. This is a Hornet long before her life and her family fell apart, before any of the things that make her who she becomes go horribly wrong. But they still see the Hornet they know in her own, clumsy attempts at pranking the king, attempts that are slowly but surely getting better and better.
The Pale King blames Ghost, as he does for even the smallest and fully unrelated inconvenience. Ghost strongly suspects Hornet would have turned out like this with or without their influence.
Their wandering takes them to the Resting Grounds, as it often does. Never before has it been with their sister in tow. They pass the space where Xero’s grave will rest, the not-yet-built memorial to the Dreamers. Both are reminders of time running out.
Xero did not turn against the king for no reason. He has not, yet. He will not until their sibling is sealed away, and it is becoming clearer and clearer that the desperate plan the king pinned everything on has failed.
There were Six Great Knights, once.
And the Dreamers… Ghost cannot speak for Lurien, as the Watcher is conspicuously absent from his Spire whenever Ghost comes around. Perhaps he knows, somehow, that Ghost would exact revenge for his knights in prank after prank after prank. Perhaps he doesn’t, but merely suspects what Ghost is up to and hides himself away in preparation. But even he does not deserve to sleep forever, no matter how many times they were reduced to shade and broken shell attempting to reach him.
They have met Monomon and Herrah, however. Monomon automatically earns a place on their List Of Bugs They Like, Actually by sheer virtue of unintentionally assisting them in their sacred quest of vengeance (and on one notable occasion, very intentionally assisting them.) Quirrel had already been there, and nothing short of him attempting to kill them would take him off that list. Their opinion of him had shot up with his involvement in the Unn Incident, however.
Herrah is so much like the Hornet Ghost remembers that it’s painful. They’d overheard her, once, saying that a large part of why she’d agreed to this was so Hornet wouldn’t have to go through the things she had.
There had been no crimes committed against the king that day. They had been too busy crying somewhere no one would find them.
Lost in their thoughts, they almost miss the flash of movement up ahead. Almost. They do not, however, miss the gasp, nor the… was that a purple cloak?
It might have been. It was certainly some dark color. The Seer wore a dark purple cloak, or perhaps those were the wings they never saw her use outside the realm of dreams. That might not be the Seer. That could be any other bug, or even just a figment of their imagination.
But if it is her… why would she be hiding from them?
The answer is so obvious, Ghost could kick themself for not realizing it sooner. Of course the Seer would hide from a vessel, now. For all she knows, they could be their sibling, but even if she has no knowledge of the Pale King’s plans, of course she’d hide from someone close to the king.
They have no voice to explain otherwise. Somehow, Ghost gets the feeling she won’t stick around long enough for them to sign anything, and even if she did, she wouldn’t know their signs! Only they, their sibling (who Ghost stubbornly refuses to refer to even mentally as Hollow, because they are not) and to a limited extent, their mother understand their signs.
They can’t exactly write an explanation, either.
Maybe they can steal the Dream Nail? They would feel kind of bad, but it’s for a good cause and they can always just give it back once they’ve dealt with the Radiance, however they’re dealing with the Radiance. That might be their best option at the moment, actually, but what if the Seer attacks them?
What if she attacks Hornet?
They reach up to their horns, disentangling the tiny presence there that had just begun to purr. Internally, they apologize for setting her down.
“Ghostie? Where you going?”
I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. They pat her on the head and pull out a charm: Nailmaster’s Glory, no longer in Sly’s possession and unlikely to be returned to Sly’s possession anytime soon. Ghost places it in her tiny grasp and closes her grip around it.
“Keep dis safe?”
Ghost nods.
“Like Ghost keep safe?”
Their shoulders sag, but they still nod.
“I’ll be right back,” they sign, even though it will be a very long time before she understands half of what they say around her. Somehow, somehow, Hornet seems to understand.
“Back soon,” Hornet says impatiently. That, Ghost nods to much more forcefully, and then they turn and run.
They do not find the Seer, though not for lack of searching. Unfortunately, they cannot fit into all the tiny spaces they could when smaller. After they’ve looked through what feels like the entirety of the Resting Grounds, they eventually give up and return to where they left Hornet. They can’t help but be relieved when they see her there, sitting on the lip of a tombstone, swinging her lowest set of legs back and forth without a care in the world.
“Ghost!” Hornet cheers once she sees them. “Wanna show something!”
Ghost nods wordlessly, and kneels in front of her. Hornet chrrs in concentration. She reaches back into thin air, but there’s something shiny in her grip. The charm they left with her, perhaps? No, that’s in her other hand, and honestly, Sly never kept it in as good of condition as they did.
Then pink light erupts from her back hand. Familiar pink light, in the unfamiliar form of a needle. For a few, brief moments, Ghost is the closest to truly hollow they’ve ever been from the utter confusion radiating from them.
What the fuck, they think as Hornet swings.
The Dream Nail—Dream Needle now, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, passes through them harmlessly. It tickles, actually. Apparently learn what the Dream Nail feels like on the receiving end is something they can cross off their bucket list, although there’s a distinct funny feeling after. If they didn’t know what it was and what it did, they would have assumed the Dream Needle was merely a trick of the light.
But they found the Dream Nail. Hornet has the Dream Nail. Needle. Of course it would take the form of a needle for her. Has she even seen a real needle yet?
Hornet blinks innocently up at them and says, cheerfully, “Fuck!”
Their sibling finds them on the outskirts of the City of Tears, nail strapped to their back in the same way Ghost’s stick is. Free from prying eyes, they cross their arms and tap their foot impatiently, as if expecting an explanation.
Ghost signs, Not sorry.
“Holly!” Hornet crows from her perch atop Ghost’s horns.
Holly… that’s actually a name Ghost can get behind, for their sibling. As usual, Hornet is the best at names, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
“Hello, little sister,” Holly signs back, having apparently deemed Hornet safe enough. Even if she isn’t, who would look at Holly next to ghost and honestly assume that they weren’t hollow either?
The Pale King sure wouldn’t, and right now, that’s all that matters.
Hornet doesn’t understand a word they’re signing. Dream Needle tucked carefully in her dress, she proudly proclaims, “FUCK!”
Holly looks at Ghost. Ghost shrugs helplessly.
“We don’t even have a sign for that. How?”
Ghost shrugs again, because they don’t have a sign for the explanation either.
Holly sighs. They resume their typical, supposedly hollow stance. “Let’s go home.”
The White Palace is not home to Ghost. It never has been, and it never will be. But when Holly extends a hand to them, they take it.
The Pale King’s reaction, once they return, is glorious. And he can’t even really blame Ghost, because no fucking voice to cry suffering, asshole! No voice to teach their little sister to curse, either! Of course, he blames them anyway, but it’s the principle of the matter.
And no matter who he blames, it doesn’t change the fact that Hornet has a new favorite word, and it’s going to be echoing through the palace for weeks. Maybe it’ll drive him crazy. Maybe it’ll distract him from Hornet’s newest toy.
Ghost knows where the Dream Nail is now, but that’s just the beginning. They still haven’t seen anything of the Godseeker. Without the Godseeker, how the—to quote their favorite sister—fuck are they going to find the Radiance?
There’s much to think about. And they’re slowly, oh so slowly yet oh so quickly, running out of time.
At least they have Hornet scandalizing nearly every adult in the White Palace in the meantime.
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Lullaby Lament
Nothing was ever off limits to the princess of Deepnest. The fact that she hasn’t grown to be spoiled rotten was great testament to her graceful and collected nature.
“Only proves that she does take after my dear Wyrm,” thought the White Lady as she gently cradled Hornet. A little while ago the Gendered Child was carried by her collar into the garden by the Pale King, after an adventurous day in the Palace with her half brothers. The King didn’t give his wife many chances to figure out what exactly transpired that finally got all the little ones in trouble, but it definitely involved Grimm’s spawn setting something on fire and sweets. The queen allowed herself to giggle softly now that her sweetheart was out of sight, her branches shaking a bit, causing the child in her hands to move a bit in her sleep, only having drifted off recently. Silence finally filled the White Palace, a rare occurrence nowadays, as Hollow was sent to his fathers office to wait for his disciplining, Grimmchild was tossed into the troupe masters hands like a naughty kitten to his owner, and Ghost ran off somewhere, no doubt to resurface soon and unite with his new found nightmare spawn friend. But for a short while, all was quiet.
Hornet brought a new kind of chaos to the Palace. Something the White Lady should have expected, but couldn’t have predicted the feelings it would invoke. Hornet was an actual kid. Unlike the two vessels who could, as soon as they hatched, climb their way up the ledges most adults would struggle with, the Gendered Child needed to be cradled and fed, supervised at all times. In other words, she was vulnerable. Anything happening in her sight left a mark on her, and seeing those changes filled the queens heart and mind with fascination and worry at the same time.
The first time Herrah brought her little one to a meeting, the baby wouldn’t stay quiet, and despite all the disruption it caused, the White Lady wanted them to stay for as long as possible. For the first time in many years, she heard a child’s laughter. Ever since that day, any time Feral shook his shoulder indicating a mischievous chuckle, the queen's mind goes back to that moment.
Not a sprout of envy ever rooted itself in the White Lady’s heart. It didn’t even cross her mind until Dryya asked if she might be resentful of the Deepnest’s queen for getting to hear her daughter’s voice, while she didn’t even know how it felt to hear “mom” once. Her answer was that Herrah would never feel the same euphoria that came over White Lady when she finally figured out how to speak to her child with their hands,
seeing them sign, “happy! happy! happy!” over and over. The joys of motherhood came in many unpredictable ways, and the journey would never be the same for any two families. But despite the differences, and despite almost never speaking to each other aside from diplomatic affairs, the two queens understood each other in the feelings that plagued them at every waking hour. First, it was a desperate desire to have an offspring of their own. Perhaps that understanding was why, upon hearing the request to have the king’s child, the White Lady agreed even before her husband did. Then, another feeling resonated between the two. Constant, cold dread. Dread of their time with their children running out. It might take years before the time came for Hollow to step into his role of being a sacrifice to the kingdom. But even now, there wasn’t a moment when Herrah’s heart didn’t ache, not for herself being deprived of both life and death, as a Dreamer, but for her daughter being left on her own. At least White Lady will get to nurture the feral vessel even after Hollow is reduced to a living gravestone. But even then, the queen would soon lose her only link to the child. As every new sign they learned together only reminded her of how fast her vision was weakining...
“Root lady!”
The queen’s wandering thoughts scattered like a flock of startled maskflys. She hadn’t noticed Hornet opening her eyes a few moments earlier.
“Have I disturbed your slumber with my light, little princess?” “Nu! I’m not sleepy. I didn’t sleep! Imma go play with Ghost.”
Ghost tried to pull the same bluff sometimes, as if the letters on his paper didn’t trail off the borders, turning into a crooked line ending where his quill lay as he dozed off right there on the table, sometimes right in his mother’s lap.
“Oh? You’re not sleepy at all? Goodness, Ghost must have been running way more than you today” - The queen made an exaggerated confused expression.
“No! I run more! And faster! Ghost can never catch me.”
To much of Hollow’s confusion, Ghost often play-raced with his little sister, and always lost on purpose. Something he suspected was that she didn’t get much slack back home, as it wasn’t customary in Deepnest to go easy on anyone, even if it’s to humor a child. No doubt once she’s old enough to train with a nail, she’ll know just how much building character is prioritised over mercy in those lands.
“That can’t be right,” - The White Lady put a hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. - “They surely are more tired. How can it be that Ghost is already asleep, but Hornet isn’t even sleepy?”
“Ghost sleeps now? Bleh, baby.”
“Maybe little Hornet should sleep a little too. Your mother is talking to the king about important things, but they are taking a longer time because, can you imagine? While they were having a meeting, some kids made a fire in the palace!”
The humm of the garden filled with Hornet’s chiming laughter, as she flailed her tiny feet a little bit in amusement.
“That’s Ghost! Me, too. We made sticky sweets!”- the little spider announced proudly, showing her hands, still covered in bits of burnt marshmallow.
“Really?”
“Ye! The flying... The flying bug... Lilpet made fire with his mouth!” “Lilpet?”
“Ghost’s Lilpet. They can fly and have pretty eyes.”
After a few seconds, the queen deciphered that Hornet gave Grimmchild that name hearing her mother call it “Ghost’s little pet.”
“Ah, I understand. Do you like them?
“Lilpet makes soft sounds. I like them more than sounds at home.”
From Dryya’s tales, the White Lady knew that from every tunnel in Deepnest you could hear the hissing of its wilder residents. Although she’d expect living there would make one numb to such sounds. However, the only noise in the White Palace was the one kids caused. Perhaps the difference is playing with Hornet’s ears. Hornet liked it in the Palace. So many spaces for her to climb and stick her silk to, and brothers to look after her, who would always find a way to catch up, even on the ceiling, getting them to chase her was almost its own game. Besides, she’s never forbidden from doing anything, as Herrah wouldn’t let the king boss her child around, thus White Lady being the only one he cpuld turn to to tame the rambunctious child. At home, she’s probably running wild as well. Herrah had no reason nor will to restrict her child from anything that’s not dangerous. She wanted to spend what little time she had left seeing her little daughter curious, free, and happy. So causing chaos at home wasn’t nearly as fun as raising the roof of the palace, though, as she won’t get the same reaction she gets from the Pale King. And having an accomplice in Ghost makes it double the fun.
The noisy mischief those two cause amused the queen every time, but the moments of quiet the two share are much more precious. Ghost would often try to teach their sister their signs, and being young and clever, she picks them up no problem, although the learning process resembled charades. Hornet is often Ghosts voice, and she cheers as much as the vessel does once they manage to communicate something to servants in the castle or the knights. Watching her child indulge in the process of teaching others the same way she does warmed their mother’s heart.
“...When will mom co-...?” - Hornet yawned mid-word.
“They need some more time, little princess. But I heard sleeping makes time go faster.”
“You made that up!”
“My-my, you are a clever child! People can tell you a lot of lies, but you can ask your mom if what I said was true.”
“I can’t ask her now.”
“We’ll just have to wait then, huh. ... Or you could try and see for yourself“ “But I can’t sleep. I’m not tired!”
“Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?” “What is lulby?”
“A special song they sing to princesses when they can’t sleep.” “You made that up again!”
“Well, I won’t sing it then.”
“No, I wanna hear!”
“Lie down and close your eyes then.”
The queen wrapped her hands around Deepnest’s princess, dimming her glow, and a soft hum soon crept just at the edges of Hornet’s hearing. It grew into a melody, and somehow, a song, although the sounds weren't like words at all, they resembled ringing, resonating with the sound of the garden, and the specks of white glow seemed to dance to their tune. The pale beings song was not in any language, but the meaning of its lines Hornet would carry in her memory long after, and years later she’d put them into words she could actually sing herself.
Twist the spindle Round and round Princess sleeps Don’t make a sound Born of three
And left with none Stop the spindle thread is done.
In the darkness
Far below
Wishing star
Is born to glow
Thread by thread
The star has sawn Silky web
they’ll call their own
Soon came spring To be her guest
Gave her life Then left to rest Summer came Was brief and sad left behind
A cloak of red Autumn took
The lone star in Made her strong Fit to be queen Winter shook
The web star made Soon two bugs Came for her aid Hide the bugs
In her cocoon Safe from winter
Pale as moon
Twist the spindle Round and round Princess sleeps Don’t make a sound Born of three
And left with none Stop the spindle thread is done.
To the gentle hum of the song Herrah found her daughter sleeping in White Lady’s hands. No words were exchanged between them as she gently took Hornet and held her close, the little princess will soon be home.
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Meet the Parents
Not including the original anon (who was asking about Ushijima & Tendou) no less than four of you asked for a meet the parents scenario for each of the soulmate AU’s so...
TW implied dub/non-con
(Atsumu & Osamu’s will be posted tomorrow whoops 👉👈)
Outrunning Fate - Ushijima & Tendou
It begins with a phone call. Ushijima’s in your kitchen, fixing up the leftovers from the night before and Tendou has you trapped on the couch, long, gangly arms wrapped tight around your waist as he presses sloppy, open mouth kisses to your neck. He doesn’t stop when the phone rings - though you don’t miss the way his eyes narrow or the huff of disapproval that escapes him. He doesn’t like it when your attention wanders.
“Oh, hi dad.” You try to shove Tendou off of you without much success, glaring at him when he laughs and presses closer. “Um, now’s not a good time, can I call you back later?”
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Ushijima broaches the subject the next day. “We should meet your parents.”
You almost choke on your own spit.
“Why?”
It’s Tendou who answers, his grin just a little too wide. “We gotta meet the in-laws at some point!”
A shiver ripples down your spine at the suggestion. They absolutely do not.
“Um, we’re actually not all that close.” A lie. “There’s not really much point. They live a few hours away.” Twenty minutes, actually. “And besides, t-they don’t approve of me having...” you trail off, glancing pointedly at the twins marks on your skin.
Olive eyes bore into yours for a long, tense moment before they soften just a fraction, and he shrugs. “Okay.”
He tilts your face up into a kiss, and you allow yourself to breathe the tiniest sigh of relief.
You don’t want them anywhere near your family, especially not when you’re planning to run.
But it’s hard. Your parents are already worried about you pulling away. You haven’t told them about an of this, you don’t want them involved, but they’re nothing if not persistent. So you promise that you’ll come visit - carefully choosing a day that you know both Tendou and Ushijima will be busy. Skipping a few classes is the least of your troubles.
You should have learned by now that nothing is that easy where your soulmates are concerned.
“Babe?”
You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for them both to leave when Tendou emerges from the bathroom - your bathroom - shirt unbuttoned, holding out two ties in his hands.
“Which one do you think’ll go better with my suit - the blue or the red one? I wanna make a good first impression with your dad.”
And just like that, your hopes of being able to sneak away comes crumbling down around you.
There’s no use fighting it, not now.
It’s Ushijima who notices that your hands are shaking as he helps you out of the car he’s parked out front of your parents’ house. He pauses, eyebrows knitting together, his broad thumb brushing against the back of your hand in slow, reassuring strokes. “Tendou will behave, there is no need to worry.”
There’s a subtle quirking of his lips, and you think he might be trying to make a joke, but you can’t focus on that when you feel like you’re going to be sick. The man in question appears at your other side, hooking an arm around your shoulder and dragging you in for a kiss.
“Best behaviour, pinky promise!” he winks, as if he hadn’t spent the better part of the ride over musing about fucking you in you childhood bedroom.
You would honestly rather shove a needles into your eyes than go though with this, but the front door of your old house is already opening, your mother rushing down the driveway. What else can you do but smile and play along as she throws her arms around you in a tight hug?
They are merciless in front of your parents, or at least Tendou is. From introducing himself to your mother as one of your ‘soon to be husbands’ to whispering all of his perverted little fantasies into your ear whenever their backs are turned. You physically have to clamp down on his wrist when he tries to slide his hand up your skirt while you sit down at the table for lunch. Even then, it takes a low growl from your other soulmate before he truly relents.
And while your parents gush over Ushijima (a professional volleyball player!) he holds your hand in his, squeezing just a little too tight whenever your smile slips. Neither of them have mentioned the fact that you’d lied to them, and judging from the slow burning heat in Ushijima’s eyes when he glances your way, you can only assume that that punishment is still to come.
You hate having them there. It’s your home, something good and wholesome and safe that their very presence corrupts. You hate listening to your mother coo over how good the three of you look together, the respectful nod your father gives when the conversation inevitably shifts to sports. You hate listening to them tell the story of how you met, warping it to make it sound cute - consensual - but the nail in the coffin is your parents chuckling when Ushijima brings up how stubborn you were initially.
You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, muffling your sobs in one of the big fluffy towels.
You hate them, you think as you stare into the mirror, wiping the silvery tear tracks from your face, trying to erase all signs of your impromptu breakdown.
You hate them for making you play along, but you can’t hide in the bathroom forever.
“Oh, sweetheart,” your mother murmurs, cupping your face in her hands as she catches you on your way out. You must be a better actor than you thought, because of instead of the panicked frown you expect as she studies your face, she just smiles warmly at you. “I’m so happy for you. All that worrying, trying to squash it all down and pretend that they didn’t exist... and you finally found them. Honey, you’ve done well for yourself. I can see how much they adore you!”
She glances over to your soulmates chatting with your father, and you follow her gaze, heart sinking. “Yeah,” you manage to reply, offering her a weak smile in return.
If only she knew.
Like Nobody Else - Oikawa & Iwaizumi
What was the point in setting boundaries you knew would be broken?
After staying behind to watch them practice that first day, you swore that you wouldn’t go back. It didn’t matter that the volleyball club all knew, it didn’t matter that that meant that soon enough the whole school would know - you wouldn’t go back there with them. They could drag you off to go sit with them and their friends at lunch times, ambush you on your way to classes, but you wouldn’t let them fuck you in the locker rooms before hand, and you weren’t going to sit in those stands and pretend that you cared while they ran through endless training drills.
Yet when you shouldered your bag after the final bell the very next day, you only manage to make it a few steps down the hallway before strong hands are yanking it away from you.
“Wrong way, cutie,” Oikawa beams innocently, while Iwaizumi merely lifts a brow when you open your mouth to object. He’s holding your bag, and you have a sneaking suspicion that he won’t give it back until you agree to follow them.
“Oh my god, he’s carrying her bag for her, they’re literally so sweet!” you hear one girl gush to her friend as the three of you breeze past, and Oikawa reaches across to intertwine his larger hand with yours.
“Aren’t we just?” he asks you with a charming grin.
Iwaizumi scoffs, “You’re not carrying jack shit, asshole.”
“Rude, Iwa!”
You don’t say a word. What’s the point?
It doesn’t come as a surprise when they make you stay back with them, long after the rest of the team has gone left. They’re not as rough this time, but your legs still feel like jelly by the time they’re both finished with you. Oikawa still wipes away your tears while Iwa helps you to your feet, pressing a gentle kiss against the crown of your head that makes everything worse.
They walk you home, both taking turns to kiss you goodbye on your doorstep, and you can only thank your lucky stars that your parents are both out so you don’t have to try and explain.
It becomes a routine during the week - on the days that they train you stay back with them and they dutifully escort you home, and on Monday’s when they don’t have practice, you’re either dragged with Oikawa to Lil tykes or forced to join Iwaizumi with whatever he planned on doing. Usually studying, though sometimes he’ll drag Makki and Mattsun (and on occasion, Mad Dog) out to train with him regardless.
Your weeks belong to them, you’ve resigned yourself to that - but your weekends are yours.
Or so you’d let yourself believe.
You ignore the text messages that flood your phone one Saturday morning, only for a persistent knocking at your front door to shatter the calm of your weekend only a few hours later. Your better instincts would tell you to ignore it, because you know (or have a good enough idea at least) exactly who’s behind it, but the fear that trickles down your spine urges you forward anyway. They tell you they love you, but you know better than to believe that that means they won’t ever hurt you - that they haven’t already hurt you.
“Hey, cutie. Mind if we come in?”
You don’t know why Oikawa bothers asking, because you barely have time to open your mouth to answer before he’s ducking under your outstretched arm and waltzing inside, Iwaizumi right on his heels.
“You weren’t answering your phone, so we figured we’d come and check up on our pretty girl, right Iwa? We were worried.”
The latter grunts in acknowledgement, studying at you with narrowed eyes - an expression that makes your stomach flip uncomfortably.
“O-oh, my um, my parents aren’t home...”
The words slip out before you can stop them, and your heart skips a beat as your soulmates share a look, the grin on Oikawa’s face widening. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, we promise.”
But somehow ending up squished between them on the couch in your living room, watching some movie you’re barely paying attention to wasn’t quite what you expected. Sure, Oikawa’s mouthing greedily at your neck, and you haven’t missed the way Iwa’s hand has been slowly creeping up your shirt for the past ten minutes, but considering what you know they’re capable of - you’ll take it.
Yet you can’t force yourself to relax, not with the heat of their bodies pressed so close. You shift in your seat, your hand accidentally grazing against something hard and as you freeze in panic, Iwa stiffens, his breath catching with an audible hiss.
But it’s Oikawa, eyes hooded and wanting, who tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, “Baaaaby-”
You don’t get to hear the rest of that sentence, because at that moment your front door swings open once more, only this time it’s your parents.
There’s a quiet ‘fuck’ growled in your ear as the three of you scramble to right yourselves, your heart beating a mile a minute, feeling very much like a kid caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
Never mind that you didn’t want this - never asked for it.
It’s your mother, mid-way through a conversation with your dad, who steps into the living room first, stilling at the sight that awaits her. Your eyes are wide, hands are clenched into fists in your lap as she stares at you for a painfully long moment, “Sweetheart,” she begins slowly, her voice sounding a little strained, “why are there two strange boys in the house?”
And for one single, shining second, you wonder whether it would be worth the trouble you’d land yourself in if you told her that they’d come over with the intention of hooking up with you - it wasn’t exactly a lie. Oh, your parents would be fuming, but at least you’d be safe in the knowledge that they’d never, ever let either of your soulmates anywhere near the house again. Maybe they might even insist on you changing schools altogether! But before you can actually entertain the thought, Iwa’s reaching across to subtly grab your hand, squeezing it tightly with a warning look. Don’t you dare.
Oikawa, as always, chooses that moment to step in and take control. “Ah, please forgive the rude intrusion, Mrs L/N. I’m Oikawa Tooru, and this is Iwaizumi Hajime, I’m assuming your lovely daughter has mentioned us?”
If you weren’t distinctly aware you’d pay dearly for it later, you might have snorted at that. Your mother frowns, folding her arms across her chest and quirking an eyebrow, but it’s your father, glaring outright at the two interlopers, who replies. “She has not.”
A shiver ripples down your spine at the chilling look Oikawa shoots you out of the corner of his eye. “Huh, I guess our little cutie’s still a bit shy. Well, never mind that. We’re her soulmates, and...”
It doesn’t even matter what the rest of his sentence is. Your parents hear the words ‘soulmates’, look at the two handsome, charming young men either side of you and all but melt. Suddenly it’s warm smiles and welcoming hugs. Your parents are delighted, and all it’s all too easy for both Iwa and Oikawa to slip into the roles they’re expected to play.
They spend almost an hour chatting with the two, and it hurts more than you care to admit when you look up into your mother’s beaming face and she gives you a wink. This is all she’s ever wanted for you - two handsome, strong boys to take care of her little girl. You can’t break her heart with the truth, you can only sit there quietly as they gush over you, pretend that it doesn’t make your skin crawl when Oikawa looks at you with those soft, adoring eyes and tells your dad that from the moment you spoke to him, they both knew they loved you.
‘Why won’t you two just leave me the hell alone?!’
Eventually your parents leave the three of you alone, letting you go back to your movie, and only then can you let that facade slip.
“Well that went better than expected,” Iwaizumi states, dragging you back down to settle on the couch with him, Oikawa plopping down on your other side and pulling you close.
He hums in agreement, a glint of something mischievous dancing in his eyes as he traces a single finger up your side. “Of course it went well. What’s not to love?”
#BD drabbles#hoo boy these turned out longer than expected#yandere haikyuu#tw non con#tw dub con#it's all implied though nothing terribly spicy#i spent so long on these i hope y'all actually enjoy them
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Scintilia | Han Jisung
Scintilia (n): a tiny, brilliant flash; a small thing; a barely visible trait
Summary: Jisung knew he fucked up when he told his friends he had a girlfriend when he actually hadn’t, but he fucked up even more when he started to have feelings for the girl he asked to be his fake girlfriend.
wc: 5k
genre: fake dating! au, fluff, angst
warnings: some curse words, a little make out session.
a/n: I wasn’t really going to post this for Jisung’s bday buuuuut I just finished it so ^^ Happy Jisung day! I hope you have an amazing day 🤍🥺 Stay love you!🥰 (sorry for the end of the au its actually shit lmao but it’s 2am and I falling asleep sjhedjh)
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You looked out of your classroom’s window; This class was taking too long and you were hungry enough not to focus on it anymore.
You looked at the people who were sitting in the garden, either enjoying their free period or skipping classes.
Among them, you spotted Felix, your classmate, with his group of friends, laughing at something one of them said.
Their group was pretty popular at your university, they were known to be quite friendly, handsome, athletic, and good students, and you wouldn’t be joking if you said that more than half of the university would die to date them.
You only knew Felix for sharing some classes with you and once, you were paired up to do a project together and, to be honest, it was a lot of fun and you enjoyed doing the project with him even though you barely knew each other.
Suddenly, the sound of the loud alarm indicating that the class was over interrupted your thoughts.
You jumped from your seat and, quickly, picked up all your things. You were starving and you wasted no time in texting your friend to meet you at your favorite ramen place so you could eat together.
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“Text me once you arrive home.” Your friend told you.
“I will.” After you said goodbye to your friend, you headed to your dorm, but what you didn’t expect when you arrived there was to find one of Felix’s friends waiting in front of your door.
You frowned and checked the floor and the door number, thinking that maybe, you got off the wrong floor, but indeed, this was your dorm.
“Excuse me.” You said, trying to catch the boy’s attention.
He turned around and seemed surprised to see you there like he wasn't expecting you to appear at all.
"Do you need anything?" You asked.
He opened his mouth, finding the correct words until he finally decided to introduce himself.
"Yeah, hi! I'm Han Jisung, I live a couple of doors from here." He said, pointing with his thumb to the left, where his dorm was. "Also, I'm Felix's friend, you know him, right?"
You nodded quietly surprised to hear that he was your neighbor.
“I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said with a shy smile. “Do you wanna go for a walk meanwhile?
You looked at him and you squinted your eyes.
Why would he suddenly want to go for a walk with you?
“Actually, It’s kinda late you know...” You said, looking for your keys.
“Y/N, please! I really need your help!” He begged, holding your hands in his. “I just... I really fucked up and I know we barely know each other but... I’ll do whatever you want to just please, help me!”
Taken aback by his behavior, you looked around in case someone was watching you and you sighed.
You opened the front door of your dorm and offered him to enter.
“Okay so...” You started saying but you were interrupted by Jisung.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He suddenly asked, making you choke on your saliva.
“WHAT?”
“It doesn’t have to be real! Like, you can be my fake girlfriend, you know?” He said nervously.
“And why on the earth would you want to have a fake girlfriend?!” You asked confused.
Jisung blushed slightly and looked at his feet. “I told my friends I had a girlfriend so they now want to meet her.” He explained but for the look from your face he understood that you needed much more explanation. “It scaled so quickly, they were saying that I’m a chicken and I couldn’t ask a girl out and I told them I had a girlfriend just to shut their mouths but I didn’t think of the consequences.” He said.
You stayed in silence, examining his face. “I see...”
Suddenly, the ringing of your phone startled the both of you.
“Shitshitshit.” You said when you saw it was your friend Sohye the one calling you.
“Sorry! Sorry, sorry I totally forgot to text you, I’m already at home.” You said after you picked it up.
“You scared me dickhead!” Your friend yelled at you.
“I’m sorry, something came up and I totally forgot.”
“Is everything okay?” Sohye asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry, see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, oh! And don’t forget I have a really important exam tomorrow, I won’t be able to eat lunch with you.” She said.
“Yeah, yeah, good night.”
“Good night y/n.”
You hung up and looked at Jisung.
“Don’t tell me it was your boyfriend?! Or girlfriend?! Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you first.” He said, covering his mouth with his hands.
You giggled and shook your head. “It was my friend and don’t worry, I don’t have a partner.” You informed.
“Ok, so...” He said.
“What do I get in return?” You asked.
He seemed to be relieved that you didn’t say no, but that didn’t mean that you would say yes either.
“I can treat you to food every time we’re together.” He asked.
Ouch.
That was such a good offer.
“Deal.” You said, shaking hands with Jisung.
You spent the night discussing your “relationship”, how you two met, where, who confessed first... But of course, you also set some rules; The skinship and PDA were exclusively reserved for when the boys were around, no touching and of course, he wouldn’t brag about you doing “the dirty” because you would not only tell his friends everything was a lie, but you would also slap him in the face.
“Okay so long story short, we know each other because we are neighbors, one day I asked you out and after a few more dates I officially asked you to be my girlfriend but we never said anything because you wanted to keep it low.” Jisung recapitulated.
“We’ve been dating for five months now, don’t forget about it.” You added.
“Oh yeah, true.”
“And we will break up in two months.” You added again.
“Yeah, I remember that as well but there’s no need to tell them that.” Jisung giggled
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“Hey, baby.” A voice behind you said, startling you.
You turned around and saw Jisung with a big smile.
The boy pecked your lips softly then he took your backpack and hung it on his shoulder, placing his other hand on your lower back, guiding you to the table where his friends were.
You could feel the looks of disbelief, not only from Jisung's friends but from all the people who were there, on you, making you feel uncomfortable.
“Hey guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” Jisung’s friends looked at you in astonishment while Jisung introduced them to you.
Felix frowned his eyebrows looking at both of them.
You found quite funny his reaction, he seemed to be confused.
“You’re dating Y/L/N Y/N?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Jisung said and smiled at you, sitting down next to you.
“Since when?” He asked again.
“We’ve been dating for five months already but I asked him not to say anything, I wanted to keep it low for a while, sorry.” You said with a shy smile.
You really wanted to pat yourself on the back right now, you never knew you were such a great actor.
“No, it’s okay... we understand.” Chan said with a soft smile.
“How much did he pay you?” One of them asked you.
“Minho hyung!” Jisung complained.
You couldn’t help but laugh but you weren’t really sure if it was because his question was kinda funny, the fact that he actually was paying you with food or just because you were really nervous.
The rest of the guys laughed as well, even though he sounded quite serious when he asked you, they all seemed to take it as a joke.
“Ji, I’m hungry.” You said looking at him with puppy eyes but indicating him you wanted your part of the deal.
He was surprised to hear you call him by a nickname, but he didn’t show that, instead he smiled at you and asked you to choose whatever you wanted on the menu and kissed your temple.
“Bro I still can’t process this shit.” Felix said.
“Yeah same, I was waiting for him to tell us he was lying.” Seungmin commented.
“I’m so happy he’s not staying virgin forever.” Changbin added, proudly.
“Can you guys not talk like I wasn’t here?” Jisung said, embarrassed.
After eating and chatting for a while with Jisung and his friends, you decided it was time to you to go back to your dorms to study.
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It was around 11 pm when you heard someone pounding the door.
Scared, you approached the door and suddenly, you heard Sohye’s voice.
“Y/n open the door right now! I know you’re in there!” She yelled.
Confused, you opened the front door and she stormed inside your apartment.
“Can you dare to explain to me why is the whole university calling you “Jisung’s new girlfriend”?” She asked, looking at you in disbelief.
You sighed and sat on the sofa, closing your eyes and massaging your temples.
Of course, this was one of the biggest cons of dating Han Jisung (or any of his friends actually), the whole university would gossip about it.
You looked at your friend and you made a gesture for her to sit next to you.
“Well? Are you dating Han Jisung, y/n?” She said.
You sighed again.
Should you play along and tell her all the gossips and rumors were true or should you tell her the truth?
“Yes.”
You bit your lip, feeling guilty seeing her hurtful expression.
“What? Since when?” She asked, in a low voice.
“For five months now.” You replied.
“Why haven’t you told me anything?” She said.
You were feeling even more guilty now, you and Sohye always tell each other everything.
“Look y/n, I’m not mad, I know you must have your rea-
“We’re not dating.” You interrupted her, making her look at you confused.
“I’m so confused right now.”
You started to explain everything, from how Jisung asked you if you could be his fake girlfriend to your last conversation with his friends.
“Wow... I’m glad you trusted me and told me everything.” She smiled. “Well, if you ever need help with anything you know who to call.”
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You were currently in Chan and Changbin’s apartment for a movie night.
It’s been almost two weeks since you and Jisung made “your relationship” public and it seemed like the boys didn’t suspect a thing.
“Baby hey, come here.” You were in the kitchen with Chan and Jeongin making the popcorns, when you arrived to the living room, where the rest of the boys were, your boyfriend called you, patting his lap, indicating you to sit on his lap.
You stopped your tracks and looked at him narrowing your eyes, with the bowl of popcorns still in your hands, you wanted to tell him that in a million years your would sit on his lap but since the boys were there, you ended up agreeing.
Jisung placed his arm around your waist and his other hand rested on your thigh.
You observed all his movements carefully and rolled your eyes when he asked you to feed him with popcorns. You filled his mouth with a handful of popcorn and giggled seeing him happily munching the popcorns, it reminded you to a little squirrel.
“Okay lovebirds, let’s start the movie.” Minho said.
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Seungmin looked to his left since he couldn't stop hearing whispers but turned his attention back to the movie with a disgusted face seeing you and Jisung acting all lovely-dovey.
On the outside, it seemed like you guys were just innocently flirting but the reality was far from there...
Not an hour had passed since the movie started and you were already sick of Jisung not stopping moving.
“Can you stop, like, for five fucking seconds, Jisung?!” You whispered.
“Sorry! This movie is too boring I think I'm going to die of boredom.” He whispered back.
You stayed silent for a few seconds before he opened his mouth again.
“Should we make out?” He asked, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. You felt your heartbeat strongly against your chest and your cheeks and ears burn
“W-what? No! I’m not gonna make out with you! Much less if your friends are here!” You said, flustered.
“But that’s the point Y/N! They never saw us kissing.” He said and you looked at him incredulously. “Those weren’t kisses! they were innocents pecks.” He said.
He had a point there, you just pecked his lips in front of his friends.
Also, it’s been a long time since the last time you actually kissed someone.
And Jisung was your “boyfriend”.
And this movie was, indeed, boring.
“It’s okay Y/N, I won’t force you to do something you don’t want to, I already made you sit on my lap.” He said but before thinking it twice, you cupped his face and you brought your lips together.
You caught him by surprise but quickly, he recomposed himself and he tightened his grip on you, leaning even closer to you, stealing your breath away.
Even though there were seven more people in the room, it felt like it was just you and him. His lips were soft and warm and his grip on your thigh, slowly caressing you, wasn’t helping at all.
You break away a few seconds but soon, he pulled you back to him.
You moved your hands from his face to his nape and you caressed the strands of his hair, making him hum against your lips softly.
“Hey! Get a room!” Hyunjin shouted at you two, making you break apart quickly.
You bit your lips, feeling your cheeks burn for the second time that night and looked with the corner of your eye at Jisung, who was also blushing.
“Should we change the movie? This one is kinda boring, don’t you think? Chan asked and you all agreed.
The boys played another movie that it was to Jisung's liking, since he barely moved this time.
You leaned your head against Jisung’s chest and hearing his heartbeat, slowly, you fell into a deep sleep.
Jisung’s P.O.V
Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.
At first, he said it as a joke. In these two weeks he has learned about you more than he would like to admit, he knew you get flustered easily and he actually enjoys to fluster you but he didn’t expect you to kiss him that way at all.
And now you were peacefully sleeping on his chest.
Slowly, he started patting your head and giggled softly when you hummed in your sleep.
At that moment he felt a sensation in his chest he couldn’t describe, the only thing he could say was that it felt right, that moment, right there, felt just right.
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A few days later, after your class was finished, Felix approached you.
“Hey y/n!” He said with a bright smile.
“Oh! Hey Lix, what’s up?” You asked, smiling him back.
“I was wondering if you could help me to study for the incoming exam?” He asked. “I’ve been struggling with this subject for a while now and I thought that, maybe, since it’s our last exam, it would help if I studied with you since you’re quite great at this subject.”
“As long as Jisung is fine with it, of course.” He added.
“Yeah, of course! And don’t worry about Jisung, he won’t mind.” You smiled.
“Oh! Thank you so much, you’re saving my life right now.” He hugged you, making you laugh.
“I was going to go to this cafeteria and study there, wanna come?” You asked.
“Sure! I’m craving some bubble tea as well.”
After a few hours later, you guys decided to call it a day.
“This is what I call a productive day.” Felix said and you agreed.
For the rest of the week, Felix and you had constant study sessions after your classes so it was difficult to hang out with the rest of the guys.
Suddenly, the image of Jisung popped in your head.
He’s been asking you to meet him, at least to have lunch with the boys but you always declined his offers.
He thought you were being a little harsh on yourself, Felix who has the same exam as you, spends his lunch with them, while you just bought a sandwich or whatever you felt like and went back to your dorm yet he was understanding and told you you would meet once your exams were finished.
You smiled at the thought.
In this whole month you’ve been “dating” Jisung, you’ve found out what an amazing person he actually is.
He loves to make people smile, he makes people laugh without even trying, he’s considerate and, even if you wouldn’t admit it out loud, he’s a great boyfriend and his future partner will be lucky to have him in his life.
A loud sigh left your lips and you shook your head.
You needed to concentrate and go back to your book.
Not so long after, a knock on your door drew your attention.
You looked at your clock.
23:02 pm
“Who in the hell is it at this hour?” You asked yourself.
Opening your front door, you were surprised to see Jisung with a big smile in front of you.
“Jisung? What are you doing here?” You asked confused, moving to your side, allowing him to come inside your dorm.
“I didn’t see you at the cafeteria today so I thought that, maybe, you skipped your meals and since that’s not very healthy, I decided to buy some of your favorite ramen.” He said, placing a bag on your table and flicking at your forehead.
“Ouch.” You whimpered.
You felt your cheeks gain a light pinkish color and a little smile was drawn on your face.
That was very nice of him actually.
Indeed, you skipped your meals today, you felt really stressed today and you even canceled you study session with Felix. Your dorm was a mess and you weren’t any better, to be honest.
“Thank you.” You muttered feeling suddenly shy.
“No problem baby, I bought some for me as well, so I could keep your company, I hope you don’t mind.” He said.
“On the contrary.” You smiled, picking up two pairs of chopsticks and some water.
You sat together and started eating together.
A moan left your lips when you munched your food.
It tasted like heaven.
“Don’t skip your meals again, do you hear me?” Jisung warned you. “It’s not good for your health.”
“Sorry, I don’t usually skip my meals but this exam is going to kill me I swear.”
You keep talking about some trivial things, laughing every now or then about some anecdotes Jisung told you about.
“Anyways, it’s kinda late already and I don’t want to distract you anymore.” He said looking at his phone.
It was almost midnight now and even though you were having a great time with him, you really needed to pass this exam.
“Let me walk you to the door.” You said, getting up and leaning against the door frame once you arrived there, just like the boy did.
You and Jisung stared at each other in complete silence, a very comfortable silence.
You examined his face, you never noticed before but Han Jisung was handsome. His eyes were big and very roundish, and the dark brown of his irises was captivating.
Your sight fell on his lips and you suddenly felt your heart skip a beat.
You suddenly felt your face heat up and you looked into his eyes again, trying to avoid something you could regret in the future, but it didn’t help at all as your pulse sped up when you noticed Jisung looking at your lips.
You wanted to say something, to do something, but your body didn’t want to move and it wasn’t until Jisung made eye contact with you again when your body finally responded.
“I have to go.” He said. “Don’t skip your meals, okay?” He warned again, ruffling your hair.
“I won’t.” You said, giving him a small smile.
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It was Saturday night, and again, Changbin and Chan invited you all to their apartment to celebrate you and Felix finally finished your exams.
You were sitting between Jisung’s legs, your back against his chest, while his chin rested on the top of your head.
He had you wrapped around his arms and refused to let you go, saying that you’ve been too busy studying for your exam that you barely saw each other, which was actually true since it was your last exam of the semester you and Felix spent your days glued to your books and notes.
“So how did that exam go?” Chan asked.
“Actually great, I had the best teacher.” Felix complimented you.
You giggled. “I didn’t do anything Felix, you-.” But before you could finish your sentence, Jisung interrupted you.
“Wait, you guys studied together?” He asked, unwrapping his arms from around you.
“Yeah, I thought y/n told you?” Felix said, 7 pairs of eyes now focusing on you both.
You turned your head to look at Jisung, making eye contact with him. “All this time, you’ve been studying together? Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked you, with an annoyed look on his face.
You looked at him speechless. Why was he acting like that?
Jisung scoffed at your loss of words, getting up from his spot on the floor.
“Jisung mate, calm down, we-” Felix was saying but, again, Jisung interrupted him.
“Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” He said, pointing at the front door behind his back.
You nodded confused as to why he was acting like that and followed him in silence until you two were alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me you and Felix have been studying together?!” He asked you, irritated.
“Oh God Jisung, why are you acting like this? It’s not that deep.” You said, crossing your arms on your chest, rolling your eyes.
“Not that deep?! Not telling your boyfriend you’re hanging out with other guys is not that deep?!” He yelled.
“Did you forget that you’re NOT my real boyfriend?” You whispered harshly, pressing your index finger on his chest.
Anger started to boil inside of you. What’s gotten into him?
“Yeah but for them, I am your boyfriend.” He said, mimicking your actions.
You scoffed rolling your eyes, “yeah, so what? What’s the big deal about it!?” You yelled, getting angrier and angrier as time passed. “Felix is your friend and he could never get in your girl’s pants if this is all the fuss about!”
“Yeah, but would you?!” He yelled.
You looked at him in shock.
Yes, maybe you weren’t a real couple but, to the public eye you were, and for some reason, hearing him accusing you of doing something like that made your heartache.
“JISUNG WHAT THE FUCK? DO YOU REALLY THINK I WOULD FUCK YOUR FRIEND BEHIND YOUR BACK?!” You yelled, not caring if the guys could hear you.
“OF COURSE I DO!” He yelled back at you.
At that moment, you felt a pang on your chest.
You didn’t know what hurt you more, the way he saw you or the fact that it was Jisung the one who said all those things to you.
Without a word, you turned your body and you walked out of that place but you stopped middle track.
Turning around again, looking at Jisung, you opened your mouth, your voice was low but loud enough for Jisung to hear.
“You know what Han Jisung? You already proved your friends that you’re a big man that can ask girls out, you showed them how fucking big your pride and ego is so I don’t see the point of me being around you anymore, this is over.”
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“Y/n don’t cry, please.” Sohye said, looking at you curl up on her lap and caressing your back.
You tried to control your sobs but you found it difficult.
“It wasn’t even real Sohye, why does it have hurt so much?” You said, tightening your grip on the hem of his shirt.
Sohye looked at you with pity. She’s never been good with relationships so she wasn’t sure about what to tell you. “Wait here y/n, I’ll make you hot chocolate, okay? I know you love my hot chocolates.” She said, getting up.
You nodded, trying to control your sobs.
You really thought he was your friend.
Friend.
Was he really your friend?
Or you just wanted to believe that he was just a friend?
The kiss in Chan and Changbin’s apartment, the day he bought you food just because he noticed that you skipped your meals, that weird moment in your door frame, all the times he made you laugh...
Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by Sohye’s voice.
“She doesn’t want to see you right now.”
You got up so quickly that you even got dizzy.
Sohye was in your front door, arms crossed on her chest and a threatening look on her face.
In front of her, Han Jisung asked desperately to see you.
“Please, just... I just want to tell her that I’m sorry, I’ll leave after that.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sohye replied.
“Sohye.” You called her. “It’s okay, let him in.” You said.
“Are you sure?” She asked and you nodded. “Okay.” She said and hugged you before leaving your dorm. “Oh! By the way, if you make her cry again I won’t hesitate to kick your balls so watch out.” He threatened, making you giggled softly.
Finally, it was just you and Jisung, alone.
The atmosphere was so tense that I could be cut with the back of a knife.
“I’m so sorry.” He spoke. “I had no right to tell you all the things I said to you yesterday, it was out of place.”
You limited yourself to look at him in silence, letting him finish whatever he wanted to say.
“I hope you know I didn’t mean none of the things I said, to be honest with you, I was jealous.” He admitted.
Your eyes opened at his confession.
“Yes, I know they thought you were my “girlfriend” but in reality, you weren’t and after realizing that I actually liked you, it made me anxious to think that you could fell in love with someone else, someone that it wasn’t me.”
“Y-you like me?” You asked, surprised.
He nodded. “That night, when I bought you ramen, I couldn’t sleep at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your laughter, your smile, the fact that you still looked stunning after studying for hours and being stressed as fuck... That’s when I realized that I genuinely liked you.” He confessed.
“And I could sense you were getting closer to Felix but I didn’t really think anything about it. I mean, you’re classmates, you guys knew each other but when Felix said you and him studied all this time together...” He sighed. “I got mad, but I was mad at myself because you were spending time with Felix because you wanted while I was forcing you to spend time with you.”
“I realized that maybe, I was the only one who ended up falling in love with his fake partner... and it would be okay you know! I’m not telling you this so you pity me and date me or anything, I just want to let it out of my chest and trying to justify my actions.” He rambled.
“But it’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me ever again you know... I acted like a dick so...”
“Are you done rambling?” You laughed.
He looked at you surprised.
“Jisung, first of all, I never felt like you were forcing me to go with you, you introduced me to your friends who I ended up loving and I enjoyed every single time I spent with you all. And yes, I actually got closer to Felix but that’s because we majored in the same thing and we share a lot of classes, we spend a lot of time together but i just see him as one of my closest friends. And actually, you weren’t the only one who felt in love with his fake partner so...” You smiled.
You looked how his face got brighter which made your smile wider.
“Wait... Are you serious?” He asked, excited.
“Yes, how could I not fall for the great Han Jisung?” You giggled.
“Oh God babe, I’m so happy right now.” He said, hugging you.
You hugged him back, with your arms around his neck.
“I promise you, I’ll never say any of those things to you, I won’t make you cry ever again, I’ll make you the happiest girl on this planet, believe me.” He said.
“You better do it Han Jisung.” You joked.
Jisung separated from you and cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours.
The kiss was slow, soft and you could feel the love in it.
“Let me ask you for real this time... Y/L/N Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?
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