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dovelywind · 1 year
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you have such amazing art! I love the way you draw Jennifer and Matt. Wanted to tell you that you should defiantly keep up the good work!
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ꕥ| My attorney’s at law
Aw shucks — thank you! I’m flattered.
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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months
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Your family is mean to you and Remus is protective. blunt!remus x shy!reader, fem!reader, somewhat modern au
cw: mentions of toxic family/verbal abuse. A few swear words, self deprecating thoughts.
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He hadn’t meant to see the text, honestly. He was just borrowing your phone to look something up when the text had flashed across the screen. 
At first he was confused, forgetting it wasn’t his phone he was holding, wondering if he had changed his parents name in his phone to a different honorific than usual and forgotten. Secondly, the content of the message confused him. It was aggressive, surprisingly cruel, and downright insulting. 
Then his confusion morphed into upset, when he realized it was you who was receiving the text. It was somehow more offensive knowing that someone was talking to his girl like that. His heart flared and ached to know that his sensitive dove had to read things like this, especially when you cared so much what family thought and how all you wanted was for them to love you. He didn’t know how to respond. 
Part of him wanted to answer the text himself and give your family member a piece of his mind. Another wanted to delete the message so you would never have to read such mean words. Most of all he wanted to tuck you into his chest and keep you away from all the bad things that could hurt you. He didn’t have time to settle on a response before you came back into the room. 
“Hey Rem, can I see my phone? I think Marlene was going to send me something funny she saw.” You pressed a kiss to his fluffy, mousey brown hair before reaching for the device. Remus just handed the phone over, deciding it was best to just let you read the text so he could be there when it makes you sad. You held the phone, still smiling brightly as you pulled up your messages from Marlene. You giggled as you looked at the video she had sent. Then, he saw a few more taps of your fingers before your face fell. 
“I think someone else messaged you too, I saw a text flash up while I was searching for that thing.” He could see the panic flash in your eyes at the thought that he had seen the text.
“Did you read it?” You asked nervously, looking down at your socked feet. Remus decided to just put you out of your misery and talk about it. You didn’t always let him into your mind as much as he would like, maybe he could start to change that by taking the lead. 
“Yeah dovey, I did.” He gave you a sad smile, emotion swimming in his honey colored eyes. 
“Oh…” You trailed off. You didn’t know what to think. A small part of you was happy, as much at it ashamed you. Happy that he had this peek into your pain that you didn’t have to go through actually telling him. That maybe he could fix it and you wouldn’t even have to ask. But mostly you were worried. Worried about him asking questions and aggravating recently scabbed wounds by talking about it. You also worried about his opinions on the sender. Sure, you had your own issues with your family, but it seemed like when other people found out what your family was like they said all these scary things. They would mention words like toxic, cruel, unhealthy, manipulative.
Sure, those words sounded right. It made sense in your brain. Part of you even felt relieved when other people took issue with your family, like they were affirming all the pain and tears shed over their words and actions.
But the little “what if?” in your brain told you that maybe your family was right. Maybe you’ve tricked yourself and everyone around you into thinking you’re good. 
What if Remus read the message and agreed? 
What if he is about to tell you that all the things your family says about you are true. That you’ll never be good enough, that you’re a disappointment to everyone around you. You’re a burden on everyone and-
“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute, sweet thing.” He was looking at you with all the tenderness in the world. Remus thought you looked like a kicked puppy, all sad and reserved. He was trying to keep calm but his anger was brewing. No one had the right to talk to his girl like that.
He beckoned you over to sit on the couch next to him “What made them say that to you?” He asked gently. 
“I don’t even know anymore. We were just talking and then it turned.” You stared down at the phone in your hands, eyes scanning the text over and over again. 
“Well, my opinion biased by you being my girlfriend,” He smiled at you, leaning down to meet your eye line. “But, I think that if they can’t get their feelings across without being horrible to you, then maybe you shouldn’t take their feelings to heart, yeah?” He continued to scan your face, looking for emotion. 
“Maybe.” You acknowledged his sweetness a little, though only for his benefit. Either way, he seemed happy at that. “But they do love me, you know? At least they say they do. And they’ve known me my whole life. It’s at least true to them.”
“Maybe.” Remus forced out, barely even wanting to entertain the thought that the rude message had any basis in reality. “But maybe they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Or it’s easier to blame their shit on you than to do the work themselves.” He said the whole response in an even tone but the bluntness caught you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock. 
“Remus, it’s not that simple. They wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t do something.” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, still doing everything in your power to not keep his gaze. 
“Maybe you did do something. But who’s to say it was wrong? Really think to yourself. Dovey, when you think of nice people, people you want to be, is it them? Would you send a message like that to someone? Someone who just wants to show you love? Because I know that’s all you want. You’re always trying to appease them and do right by your family. But you can’t spend your life begging for love from people who don’t have any to give. You aren’t responsible for them not being able to love healthily.” 
Something in his words made you start to break down. Your face scrunched up awfully and your throat was clogged with emotion. Remus wasted no time pulling you into his side. 
“Just because they’re related to you doesn’t mean they get to treat you like that. Sometimes, when someone speaks to you like that, it says far more about them than it does about you. I think-” He paused, searching for the right words. “I think, from what you’ve told me, they have a lot of pain. And I think that they need a way to feel better, a way to feel big, and they don’t know how to without making someone feel worse. I’m sorry they’re taking it out on you, baby. You don’t deserve that.” He punctuated his point by pressing kisses all over the top of your head. You breathed out shakily. 
“Thank you.” You whispered. If Remus wasn’t so close he might not have heard it. 
“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl.” He was being extra mushy with you today, you could tell. It was funny, his sweetness felt so foreign. Almost unsettling. Though in the time you’ve been dating you’ve grown used to his small signs of affection, Remus could tell that you hadn’t grown up with many kind people, so he went out of his norm to be as adoring as you deserved in his mind. 
“You’re being very sweet considering how blunt you were a few seconds ago.” You chuckled wetly. 
“It’s the duality of manhood, dovey. And besides, I’m only this sweet on people who deserve it.” He pulled your cheek to his curled up lips so he could cover more sweetness over the side of your face. You could both worry about the text later, he needed to chase out all the nasty thoughts first.
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99k4manii · 3 months
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(NOT PROOF READ)
Ony x black!f!reader
Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out
Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh
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You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!
Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.
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after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.
“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting
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Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again
It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony
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“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”
After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.
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Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘
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anglingforlevels · 4 months
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Another Generic Slasher (Yandere Slasher x Reader)
Don't mind me, accidentally deleting this story and having to repost it. It was my first attempt at writing gore, so nothing too egregious in here.
CW: Graphic Death Scenes, Character Death, Violence (A Little Against Reader), Gore, Yandere, Swearing, Reader is referred to as “handsome” but not in reference to a gender, Dead Dove, Not Proofread
Minors DNI
Life was far away, and you hoped it wouldn’t catch up to you anytime soon. So, you thought, as you arrived at the summer getaway you and your friends had planned. When the car stopped, everyone jumped out and, perhaps inspired by their own anticipation, began unpacking without missing a beat.
“Ah, let me help you with that, Ms. Browning.” Jake said, already grabbing some of the boxes that Ms. Browning had brought with her.
“Why thank you, how reliable. What a good kid.” She hummed, pleased. Ms. Browning was the lady who owned the lovely house out in the wood that you and your friends had rented for vacation. She wore her red hair in a tight bun, and donned black, thick glasses.
“No problem. Ms. Browning.” Jake smiled. That sap was always offering to help people out, so he no doubt meant it. He had never minded a bit of hard work even on his days off. You, however, were happy to leave him to do the heavy lifting.
You had come here with three of your buddies to get away from the city and enjoy your time-off with some extra flair. Jake had suggested it back when you helped him dye the tips of his brown hair a lighter shade.
You had jumped at the idea, and begun calling up the others, so much that you had forgotten about the dye for a moment, leaving Jake’s tips white, which you had insisted contrasted well with his brown hair and dark skin (though he continued pouting, not entirely convinced).
Someone gently tapped your shoulder. Looking over a bespeckled, freckled visage greeted you, as she waited patiently for you to give the go-ahead to talk. “What up, Aisha?”
She hesitated for a moment. “…Is there anything I can help with?”
You had the feeling that wasn’t what she had been wanting to say, but didn’t want to push her, so instead, you simply nodded with a grin. “Yeah, for starters, you could bring your luggage inside?”
“Right. Of course.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, a little worried for her. Your attention was called elsewhere when Sara, the finale member of the group, yelled out, her voice echoing in the forest. “Jake let’s race to see who gets their box inside first. Loser has to make dinner tonight.”
Sara emerged from the hood of Ms. Browning’s car, with two boxes stacked in her arms. Which seemed impressive, had you not seen a pillow peeking through one of the boxes. The only disadvantage was the lack of visibility, but given Sara’s buzz cut versus Jake’s long bangs, it didn’t count for much.
“You wanna race in that long dress?” Jake asked dubiously.
“Scared?” Sara smiled that crooked smile she always did when she got competitive, and Jake rolled his eyes, despite eagerly getting in position. Those dorks.
“I’ll do the countdown.” You offered. “On now. 3. 2. 1.” You kept them waiting in suspense for a moment before shouting. “NOW!”
They both kicked off and… “I won.” Aisha’s voice rang out, and there she stood with a small box in the doorway, with a little smile on her lips.
“Whaaat?” Jake exclaimed. Sara shook her head in disapproval.
“Judge, I call foul. Aisha was already by the porch.”
“We never agreed to a starting line.” You pointed out, having seen Aisha moving toward the porch mischievously while you did your countdown.
“The judge and Aisha are clearly cooperating. Outrageous.” Then, Sara smiled a cat-like smile. “Then, we’ll just have to make sure the judge comes in last place, right Jake?”
“Huh.” You said, but by the time you processed the words, they had already taken off. “Hey now!” You ran after them, but predictably lost.
“Lookin’ forward to tonight’s meal.” Jake said, looking mighty satisfied with himself. You shook your fist at them playfully.
“The energy of youth really isn’t to be overestimated.” Ms. Browning laughed, entering the house with the last of her boxes.
“Youth? Tell that to my lower back, please.” You sighed, earning an eye roll from Jake who had been subjected to that specific complaint the most, as your go-to carrier.
“At my age, anyone under forty seems young.” Ms. Browning placed her box on the table and clapped her hands satisfied. “There, that was all of it. Again, thank you for helping me carry the boxes, that’s no trivial thing. It’s been years since I’ve rented this place out, so I thought I’d replace a couple of things.”
“It was no problem, Ms. Browning, you let us stove our stuff in the car too after all. And we’re just excited to vacation somewhere so beautiful.”
“That’s true. Beautiful places seems to make the spirit brighter, don’t they? It’s like I always say, trivial is as trivial does, and ugly things are trivial.”
Exchanging looks, none of you knew how to respond to that, to your luck, Ms. Browning simply continued on, allowing all of you to push past it as well.
You began zoning out of the conversation, your eyes idly looking at the interior. When your eyes flew past the open door, you thought your heart would stop for a moment. You could have sworn that, for just a second, you saw a man, an impossibly tall, large man. But after blinking, he was gone.
You relaxed, certain it had probably just been your mind playing tricks on you, and that it had merely been a tree.
Sara and Jake was busy discussing who had actually been the fastest runner between the two of them, so much so that most of Ms. Browning’s introduction to the place went on deaf ears, as she prattled on about the privacy and view. Something about how it was one out of only ten buildings in the entire forest.
As you looked over the place, your eyes drifted over a dresser there seemed a little too far from the wall. Something about it piqued your curiosity, though you weren’t sure what it was, but approaching it you were awarded for said curiosity with the discovery of uneven, barely eligible letters scratched into the wall.
“Trevel?” you read out loud. Jake, who was losing the argument against Sara, eagerly joined to see what you had found, none of you noticing the way Ms. Browning shifted uncomfortably.
“It’s a name, dear.”
“A name? I’ve never heard it before.”
“Well, that makes sense. It’s an ugly name, fit for ugly boys.” You were caught off guard by the harshness of her words. Then she smiled at you and Jake. “And trivial is as trivial does, and ugly boys are trivial. Something like that would be out-of-place with such handsome kids.”
You were distracted by a loud noise outside before you could reply. A look outside revealed the neatly stacked firewood having collapsed, and by the time you looked away, Ms. Browning had already moved on from the conversation.
Before leaving us to ourselves, Ms. Browning diligently gave us a run-down over where everything was, from the firewood outside by the woodchipper, which we were allowed to make use of for fires, to the rooms, even considerately telling how far away the nearest doctors, police, and firefighters were, most being quite far with the exception of a small, local police station, so small it couldn’t even be considered small-town cops but rather forest rangers.
With our ride gone, we began packing out and taking inventory, in case something was missing, and we’d need to call a taxi for shopping. By the time all the boxes had been sorted through for the most crucial stuff, it had begun to grow darker outside.
“Man, I’m starving.” Sara grumbled.
”We could tell by the fact you only unpacked the food.”
Sara playfully stuck her tongue out at you, but even with that rude display, you obediently began collecting ingredients. Jake looked over your shoulder.
“Yellow onions are better for stews.” He commented, as he threw one of the red onions from hand to hand.
“And the red one carries more whimsy.”  
“I can carry that whimsy to the pantry and get some yellow onions instead.”
That was promptly rejected. As he examined your other chosen vegetables, you got out a cutting board.
“Not gonna handle the meat first?” he asked.
You sighed. “What happened to ‘loser cooks’ that you forced me into?” you asked with a hand on your hip. Jake conceded and stepped back. The others had begun getting out the new plates that Ms. Browning had brought along.
“Remind me again, why exactly are you getting plates out already? We haven’t even begun the fire, I’m only at the prep-part?”
“Explain why you began the prep-work before the fire-“ they were interrupted by a loud crash. A plate had slipped out of Aisha’s hands, and now laid shattered on the floor. Aisha stood frozen, her eyes wide.
“I… I’ll clean it up..” She said, her tone sounding a little off.
“I think Ms. Browning mentioned that there’s a broom closet in the hallway.” Sara said, before Aisha even left, you got distracted by Jake crowding you again. By the third interjection (or advice, as he called), you put down the peeler you had used for the carrots.
“Ugh, Jake, you clearly want to do the cooking.” You said. Jake opened his mouth but seemed to think better of it and decided not to protest your words. You sighed. “You and Sara are way too competitive; you’ll even fight for a loss. I’ll go get some firewood for the fire; you get cooking duty.”
“Deal!”
You walked outside, hoping that the firewood wasn’t too damp, as you really didn’t want to cut new firewood, even if there was an axe available. These contemplations were lost as you found Aisha sitting on the porch.
“Trouble finding the broom?” You asked lightly, making Aisha jump a little, startled.
“Just needed a bit of fresh air.” She said, this time you took notice of her tone. She seemed downcast but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. Not quite sad but definitely not happy either.
“Hey man,” you scratched your neck awkwardly. This stuff weren’t your strong suit. “don’t sweat the plate. We’ll just get Ms. Browning a new one.”
Aisha hummed in agreement, still looking at the sky. Your eyes flickered between her and the sky, trying to think of something more to say. “Uh, you know, I mistook a tree for a person, like some kind of horror movie. Which, well,” you trailed off. “What I’m trying to say, it’s more embarrassing than the plate-thing, so don’t worry about it.”
Aisha smiled at that. Whether it was your words or your clumsy attempt that made her smile, you weren’t sure. Aisha sighed, “Sometimes I wish it was a horror movie.”
She looked at you with a surprised expression, as if she hadn’t expected herself to say that either. “I don’t want to be in a horror movie, of course. Not actually. It’s just nice sometimes to imagine.”
“Escaping the jaws of death?”
Aisha was silent for a bit, as if contemplating whether to say her next words. “No. In the horror movie I meet my end. It’s not dragged out, maybe I’m one of the first ones to go. In either case, by the end of the movie, I’m dead, and when the credits are playing, they forget my name. But that’s just running away.” She looked at you and then at the ground. “I’m sorry, that’s a lot to hear.”
It was. You weren’t sure what to respond but you could see Aisha was suffering, you didn’t like seeing that at all. “You’re away from everything right now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am. And I really want to enjoy this, I do. I really do. But I didn’t come here to enjoy myself, I came here to run away, somehow I can’t bring myself to relax at all. I’m sorry.”
…You scooted closer to her. “You’re out here talking with me though, that’s not running away.” Even being able to share something, however small, was still something. You thought for a moment, trying to find the right words:
“Listen, you’re… good.” You’re good? It didn’t get any clumsier than that. “Er, I guess that’s not really what you wanted to hear-“Aisha laughed, the sound comforted you.
“No, no. that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
“Really? Uh,” Gotta keep up this momentum somehow. “Maybe we’ll go on a trip together again, next year. It’ll be like running away from running away. No, wait, that doesn’t make sense.”
“Pfft, you’re so bad at this.” Aisha laughed, this time her laugh felt a little more genuine and unrestrained. “How am I supposed to feel melancholic with that kind of cheering up? Let’s definitely go on a trip next year. And…Thanks for coming out here and talking with me.”
She stood up, and the air felt a little lighter around her.
“Well, I should get some firewood going.” You said, begrudgingly, and stood up as well. Only for the both of you to be distracted by rustling from the trees and bushes. You blinked. You were from the city, so you weren’t used to a place with wildlife, and while you could hear the sound of birds and insects nonstop as a reminder of their existence, other types of wildlife had been forgotten by you.
You felt as if something watched you from the trees, meaning the animal probably still was there. You crouched and held out your hands, in what you hoped was a disarming gesture.
“Hey,” you said gently, “Sorry did we frighten you? It’s okay, yeah?” Your hushed words seemed to cause a stop in the rustling before the animal decided to outright leave. Your attempts to soothe apparently left a lot to be desired.
You sighed, only to be faced with Aisha staring at you in disbelief. You looked at her questioning.
“Why are you trying to befriend a wild animal? You know there’s coyotes in some parts of the forest, right?” at that you just rolled your eyes.
“Not this part of the forest, else Ms. Browning wouldn’t be renting out a vacation home.”
“Seriously…” Aisha didn’t seem any less exasperated by you. “I’ll help gather the firework, since if a beast attacked you, you might try to talk to it.”
While you didn’t appreciate her claim, you did appreciate the company and additional helping hands, the broom long forgotten. Especially once you arrived at the scattered firewood. While a pain to fix back into a neat stack, it was a relief to feel how dry and crisp the wood was, as if newly cut.
This meant the axe leaning against the woodchipper, would need no use.
“Can you grab the basket?” Aisha asked after having selected the, in her opinion, finest firewood. You looked around but couldn’t find any. “Hm… Maybe we can carry it ourselves?”
At that, the both of you took one look at the firewood you had picked to last throughout the entire night and decided against it. “I’ll go grab something to carry with.” You volunteered.
You slipped inside, your presence going unnoticed by Jake who was too absorbed with cooking and Sara who was busy crying over newly cut onions. Basket, basket, basket… Satisfied you managed to find one in the living room, by the fireplace, which in hindsight felt a little obvious.
You looked out of the window, rolling your eyes playfully after spotting the way Aisha was sneakily rearranging your half of the pile. She had felt it wasn’t neat enough, while you had argued it would all be thrown into a basket either way.
A large figure emerged from the woods, and you froze. The impossibly tall frame, the one that had you convinced it had to have been a tree, there was no way you wouldn’t recognize that. The figure was huge, in every sense of the word, a bulking presence, enveloped by a long jacket.
He turned his head towards the window, and you duck, panicked. But you swore you had seen nothing but white for a moment. You barged into the kitchen once more, catching the attention of Jake and Sara, but any jokes about your explosive entrance died out when they saw your expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“I saw a stranger outside.” You swallowed. “I have a bad feeling about this, he’s-“ Dangerous. You could feel it, if not feel it, you could certainly tell he was capable of being dangerous from his build alone.
“Where’s Aisha?” Sara asked concerned, seeing as she not only hadn’t returned earlier, but wasn’t with you. You confirmed her fears.
“Outside.” You heard a mumbled “fuck”. You wanted to panic and swear as well, but you needed to do something. “Alright, you two, call the police. And I’ll get Aisha back inside.”
“What about the guy?”
“I- he didn’t attack or anything. If I keep acting like I don’t know he’s there, Aisha might be able to get inside. I just have to act natural.” You hoped you sounded confident and reassuring, but even if you didn’t, there wasn’t many other plans being thrown around, so all of you nodded, before you returned to the main entrance.
You opened the door askew, so you could see out but couldn’t be seen.
You needed to call Aisha inside but found yourself hesitating. The words struggling to make it past the lump in your throat. He hadn’t done anything yet, so if you acted like before, then maybe he’d do nothing, it was your best shot at least. Even so, you hands grew clammy as you thought to keep your voice from shaking.
“Hey Aisha!” you called out, watching her from the creek of the door. You worried that if she could see your face, then she’d be able to see your fear, barely concealed. “Could you come help find the basket?”
“Did you check by the fireplace; it might have one?”
“Uh, yeah, I did.”
“Maybe there isn’t one, then? Just come out and we’ll carry i-“
“No! Um, I’m sure, yes. Ms. Browning mentioned a basket at some point,” you interrupted hastily. Worry crept up that you had let panic color your voice in a far too obvious way. You swallowed. “It’ll drive me crazy if I just give up, please, just a quick look?” You pleaded.
“Alright, if it’s that big of a deal to you.” Aisha shrugged. You held your breath as she approached, only able to breathe once she was inside, no looming figure following as far as you could see. She opened her mouth, but you didn’t even let her form words before you spoke.
“Aisha, there’s someone outside.”
Maybe there was more delicate ways to share this fact. Ways that didn’t make her bemused expression shatter like that. But you didn’t have time to navigate that kind of delicacy. Aisha furrowed her brows, tentatively glancing at the door.
She looked back at you, as if hoping to find a trace of insincerity or joking but faltered as she found nothing of the sorts. Neither of you said anything else as you locked the door and joined the others in the living-room.
They had finished their call already and was standing back-to-back. You assumed it was to avoid getting snuck up on, though they were left with two blind sides.
Any words one might have ushered, choked in the tension, and instead all of you stood together silently, anxiously.
None of you knew how long time went before the cop arrived, though it couldn’t have been long. Even so, each moment felt like an eternity, as frazzled nerves turned every sound of the forest into a foreboding sign.
So, at the sound of wheels, all of you hurried to the door. A cop car that looked like something from a period piece, revealed what must have been a lackluster budget at the tiny station. Out of the car, a middle-aged man stepped out, using his hand to move his long hair aside.
“Hey kiddos.” He greeted them as he approached, stopping a little past the firewood. His voice had a condescending tone to it. “I’m Mr. Davidsons, so y’all say you saw a perp?”
“Well, we saw – or, well, they saw – a strange man walking around here.” Aisha explained, stumbling over her words. At this Mr. Davidson lifted an eyebrow, glancing at you briefly.
“Did anyone else actually see someone? Or was it just this one there?” He laughed, it was a somewhat unpleasant sound, grating in the way only an adult’s dismissive tone could be, doubly so given all of you were adults.
“Sir, I’d be happy if it was just me being paranoid but…” Your eyes darted around nervously scanning the area. You wondered if the car alone might have scared him off. “I saw a man. He looked really big and strong.”
Those words didn’t seem to do much in the way of convincing. “You guys city folks? Out here in the country, especially this lively piece of forest, there’s plenty of critters. You probably just saw an ugly bear.” He snorted.
Sara looked about ready to school him but all of you froze when he appeared. This time he didn’t simple stand or walk aimlessly around, he was heading straight towards them, though you couldn’t see his face clearly from his red hair and hunched posture, you spotted glimpses of a white mask.
Mr. Davidson noticed the way all of your attention had shifted, and following your eyes, he faced the hulking mass making his way towards them all.
“Sir, this is the police, stay where you are.” Mr. Davidson said. He was much more serious now that he realized there was someone. He was on guard, his hand ready to draw out his gun, you noticed the way his hand shook, and felt any sense of security vanish, as you watched the pale, sweaty cop attempt to talk down to what felt like a monster of a man.
Similarly, he didn’t seem very convinced by Mr. Davidson either, as he only made a grunting sound and continued his slow gait forward, stray pieces of firewood being kicked out of the way. “Sir, I’m serious. If you continue moving, I’ll consider it contempt of a police officer.”
But he only got closer. Mr. Davidson held out his gun when the man was within arm-reach. A proximity that left your guts churning. However, the man did stop, a fact that made Mr. Davidson breathe a sigh of relief, as the man spread out his arms. Perhaps it was the way it made him look bigger and emphasized the sheer size of his arm muscles and shoulders, but you felt more threatened by it, though Mr. Davidson just nodded in approval at what he perceived as a sign of submission.
And then an axe nestled into Mr. Davidson’s neck.
Someone shrieked, a shrill and piercing sound. Then you realized it was yourself. The man grabbed the axe’s handle, but instead of nestling it free, he forced it to slice through the rest of Mr. Davidson’s neck, freeing the axe.
Mr. Davidson’s head thumped to the ground, rolling slightly.
You felt a pull on your arm, flinching until you realized it was Jake pulling you the last few steps toward the door, before shutting it close, and locking.
“Oh my god, oh my god-“Aisha was breathlessly chanting, intercut with small “what the hell”, unable to provide anything more poignant. Sara, who had been no worse for wear, straightened up at this. She took Aisha’s hand, and though nothing else was said, Aisha seemed to be reeled back to her senses, enough to break up the broken chant.
“We don’t have time to waste.” You said, fishing out your phone. Your hand shook so badly that it took a few tries to unlock. “Call the police?” you asked, which Sara scoffed at.
“Right, that turned out great last time.”
“They didn’t take us seriously last time, but now we got a dead cop on our hands. Who else are we gonna call, the fire department?”
“Please just make the call, before he gets in.” Aisha requested, anxiously looking around, Sara relented with a nod. You only got halfway through dialing the police’s number before it was interrupted by a call, which you accidentally accepted.
“Shoot.”
“Well, hello to you too.” Ms. Browning responded drily.
“Ah, Ms. Browning. Sorry, this isn’t a good time. Actually, could you call the cops?” The less time they had to stay in one place, the better.
“The cops?”
“Yeah, there’s some crazy freak out here, Ms. Browning. He killed a cop!” Jake said panicked. “It’s some huge dude with a mask.”
“After all this time. He’s still…” Ms. Browning didn’t sound surprised, only forlorn.
“What does that mean? Did you… know about him?” At this, Ms. Browning laughed joylessly.
“I left him here in the woods, decades ago. Anyone else would have died. Ah, but not little Trevel. Instead, he grew.” She was quiet for a beat before continuing pensively, her voice distant, “These woods are… Unusual. Things don’t grow right here. Why, my little Trevel was my height by the time he turned five.”
“Trevel?”
“I wasn’t ready for a baby, you see. That’s why… I figured the next year, when I prepared this place for renters, it would be over, no corpse left, no baby left. Just life back to normal. But it wasn’t. He was still here.
He’d stare. Just following dumbly along, staring at everything I did. I couldn’t stand those inquisitive eyes, I didn’t ask for any of that, you know?  When he was four, to avoid seeing those cursed eyes, I gave him a mask, told him never to take it off, and what would you know? Seems he grew up right along with the mask.”
“Grew up along the… Huh? Ms. Browning, we’re not following?”
“It couldn’t be taken off, as if it had grown into his face. I suppose it might have, what with his growth spurt and all.” Was all the clarification Ms. Browning gave, as she continued recounting, as if in a daze. “At first, I was… Startled. But you can get used to all manners of things, when the surprise settled, I was just relieved. The mask didn’t have a mouth, so, surely he’d starve to dead.” She lamented. “But no, oh no, not my little Trevel.” There was a bitter edge to her voice. “He was always a good-for-nothing kid, couldn’t even do something as trivial as die.”
Somehow, disgust was all you could feel for Ms. Browning.
“That’s… Horrible.” Aisha said quietly. All of you looked at each other for a moment. Evidently, Ms. Browning agreed to Aisha’s words, sighing deeply.
“So, it is. This was a mistake, returning here like this. I won’t make it again; this’ll be the last time this house is used.”
“You’ll call the cops, right Ms. Browning?”
“Some things are better kept hidden, kiddo. I’m truly sorry but… Goodbye.” And then she hung up. All of you stood in stunned silence for a bit. But you didn’t have time for stunned silence. You began dialing the police’s number again but stopped in your tracks at the sound of weight violently thrown at the door.
“Are you kidding me,” Sara whispered, “We wasted what little time we had on Ms. Browning?!”
As if to answer her question, you were blinded for a moment, as an axe nestled into the door. Then another hit. None of you waited till he was able to enter through the destroyed door, before running. You and Jake hid behind the dresser, while Sara, still holding Aisha’s hand, pulled them into the small pantry-room.
You looked once more at the clumsily written “Trevel” but didn’t have long to look at it before your focus was forced elsewhere, as Trevel himself emerged from the hall, with the sound of his axe dragging against the floor.
You held your breath, as thudding footsteps carried the guy through the room. Your close proximity allowed you to make out that the dirtied jacket enveloping his figure seemed to actually be multiple articles of clothing, sewn crudely together, or… Not sewn, that wasn’t quite right.
There were no stitches or strings to see, despite the clumsy, crude nature, rather, it looked as if the clothes had simply melted together. He turned around, allowing you a clear look at his face.
Or it would have, had his face been visible.
The white you had spotted earlier seemed to have been the mask, which covered his entire face. A white, round mask, decorated only by dirt. You couldn’t see where the mask ended, and his face began.
You felt your phone vibrate against your leg. Taking it out, carefully using your hand to cover the light of the screen, you saw a text from Sara.
Cop car still here. Sneak out.
Right, that’s right. It was still out there. You could drive away. You and Jake were close to the entrance, it was feasible that you’d be able to sneak out as long as Trevel didn’t turn around. The harder challenge was for Sara and Aisha, the pantry-room further into the room.
You shot a quick text back. Me and Jake will go when you reach the dresser.
Slowly, you saw Aisha and Sara emerge from the pantry. Carefully placing each step to avoid the creak of floorboards, trying to move whenever Trevel took another thundering step, to mask their own sounds. Trevel flipped the couch, and you flinched.
Sara and Aisha rounded a corner and reached the kitchen island, receiving a natural cover. Once they made it past the kitchen island, they’d almost be by the dresser. It would be doable to get away. Trevel turned around, and your heart sank as he got closer to the kitchen island.
You still had your phone in your hand, so you tossed it. When it hit the wall, it caught his attention, causing him to stop up and turn around. They just needed to wait, hopefully he’d walk towards the sound… Wait, what are they doing?
Sara tugged on Aisha’s hand, and they began sneaking away under Trevel’s inattentiveness, an arm reach away from him. Trevel lifted his foot, and you felt relief, he was going to investigate your bait. The relief was visible on Jake’s face as well, Sara had made it past the kitchen island, Aisha not far behind, and then…
A crass, clicking sound.
Aisha had stepped on the remains of a shattered plate.
A large hand shot out, grabbing Aisha’s face, forcing her glasses to shift awkwardly and press into her face. When he lifted his arm, you witnessed the way Aisha’s entire body were left to dangle helplessly in the air, forcibly separating her and Sara’s hands, and then… He tightened his grip.
The glasses bent and broke, glass and frames cutting into her skin, and her skin seemed to cave under his fingers, blood pooling around them as they sunk into flesh, white bones protruding through skin as if pushed away from their rightful spot.
Aisha’s whimpers and cries of pain were replaced by a painful gurgling as her nose caved into her mouth. After a while, her body stopped moving at all. And he simply let go of her, her limp body falling to the ground awkwardly.
It had all happened too fast for any of you to react, but the sound of her body hitting the floor brought you all to action, running as fast as you could. Though he pursued, it was a relief to know all of you were faster.
You swung the doors open once you reached the car, able to see Trevel’s silhouette move through the windows of the entrance. “What’s the hold up, Jake?”
At that question, Jake looked up at them. “There’s no key.”
What. If it wasn’t in the car, then that meant…
Instinctively all of you looked at Mr. Davidson’s headless corpse. And only a few meters behind, stood the hulking figure of Trevel, having reached the door.
“I’ll go get the keys.” Sara said, to which you and Jake shook your head furiously. “Please, back in the kitchen, I pulled Aisha too fast, and she… Let me do this, okay? I am the fastest, after all.” She said with a weak smile. You didn’t have the heart to point out the tears in her eyes.
Sara made a dash towards Mr. Davidson’s body, basically throwing herself at him. Trevel, similarly, made his way towards her. It was true that Sara was faster than him but that meant very little with such a small distance.
She fumbled through Mr. Davidson’s pockets, when he descended upon her. A sickening crunch as his foot crushed her ankle. Sara howled in pain. Then he moved further up, delivering a stomp to her back, pressing her against the corpse.
You could have sworn you saw the mushy flesh of Mr. Davidson give in, but maybe it was just your imagination adding to the wet, snapping sounds mixed with that same sickening crunch. Even so, she still desperately clawed at Mr. Davidson’s pockets.
You didn’t have time to react when he had gotten Aisha, but there was no way you’d just watch now.
You jumped out of the car, and though you didn’t look, you could hear the sound of Jake following along. Finding one of the larger wood pieces, you charged at him.
You swung the wood at him with all your might, but he barely seemed to notice, instead shoving you away like a pesky fly. You were flung to the side, and crashed into something hard and metallic, the sudden loud humming noises suggested it had been turned on.
You felt a sharp pain in your foot, having landed on it wrong, and struggled to stand up again, leaning against the machine, that turned out to be the woodchipper, for support.
Meanwhile, Sara had fished out the keys but with Trevel looming above her, reaching out, she didn’t wait for his next move. It wasn’t a meaningful act of defiance or defense, but an act of someone too close to the jaws of a predator to escape, but close enough to rip and tear. Sara flew towards Trevel, grabbing onto the edges of his mask.
Trying to tear the mask off. You didn’t know what had gone through Sara’s head as her fingers to the corner of face – and you assumed, the mask – you only knew that she gasped and let go as if on instinct. “But… It’s a mask?” she feebly whispered, confusion on her face.
Though Sara had lost her grip, there was no chance of falling as Trevel held onto her, drawing her closer. Sara struggled but was rendered immobile by the tight grip. Even from the sidelines, it was easy to see the way the grip tightened, to hear the sound of metal bending as Sara’s accessories caved under the pressure, the way her breathing grew ragged and wheezing, hear the sounds of bones and joints snapping.
You had managed to get up but was struggling to keep balance, that wasn’t the case for Jake who was ready to rush at them. Sara, through ragged, bloody breaths, yelled for him to stop, forcing her awkwardly bending arm to shoot out, throwing him the keys.
Jake looked between Sara, who had taken to wildly flailing, punching, clawing, till her fingers were left bloody, and you. He stood there for a second before, with a conflicted expression, running to you, Neither of you looked as Sara’s pained sounds turned to gurgles, or when she stopped making sounds altogether, instead Jake dragged you to the car.
” We’ve been outrunning that freak the entire night, so…” He swallowed and steadied his breath before continuing, trying to be strong, as if he wasn’t as shaken up as you were. “If we just make it to the car, everything will be okay. If we can outrun him on legs, then we can outrun him on wheels.”
Even as you heard Sara’s body being dropped, Jake didn’t let go of you, making sure you got into the car. He didn’t even circle around the car, simply crawled over you, and into the driver’s seat. He put in the keys. You could see Trevel’s bloodied mask, the remnant of Sara’s vomit.
The engine coughed. Jake hit his hand against the steering wheel. And then, the car started. You laughed, not out of joy but from the adrenaline pumped relief. The car moved backwards, Trevel’s charging figure growing smaller.
“Fuck yeah!” Jake hollered out. “An old, stubborn car but you got the job done, hah!”
None of you mentioned Sara. None of you could bear to. Not yet.
“Jake, we’re going to have to turn around.” You said, looking behind at the countless sturdy trees. It was a narrow, winding road. They wouldn’t be able to do it backwards. Jake cursed under his breath.
“It’s okay. I don’t need to drive all the way back to the house to have enough room, just a bit closer.” He said reassuringly, you weren’t sure who he was trying to reassure. The dull, warm pain in your foot only seemed to grow.
Jake drive forward but before the house even came back into view, from the shadow-covered bushes, a large figure emerged, only meters away. You weren’t sure if Jake intentionally rammed into him or weren’t able to stop the car in time, but the hood of the car hit the figure with a loud thud.
And he hadn’t budged. You could vaguely make out a huge dent in the now-still car, and the small, sad stutters the car made from the impact. The large figure reached behind his back, but his body remained completely still, fixated on them.
Jake’s hands were shivering; “Jesus chr-“
“No time for prayers.” You interrupted, shifting in your seat to grab the reverse gear and stump on the brake pedal, pain shooting up your leg, the car moved backwards in a sudden jolt. Trevel held up his axe. He lifted it into the air, and as the car began to move away, he swung it into the hood.
The car were making concerning wheezing noises but by now, Jake’s adrenaline had returned to spur him into action, and he forced the car to continue. To your shared horror, the car didn’t budge. The wheels spinning helplessly as the car was kept in place.
Then he pulled the axe closer, dragging the car closer with a screech. You and Jake didn’t even exchange glances as you both flung your respective car doors open, jumping out. Jake couldn’t make it over to you, without Trevel who stood in front of the car, making it to you, so you both ran on your own, even as your foot ached and bent oddly, a searing fire spreading.
But you noticed, Jake hadn’t run away from Trevel and the house, but towards the house. It was a long travel to make it to any actual road and it was getting very dark, was that why? But even so, Jake had a phone on him, still – unlike you.
You didn’t know why he hadn’t run that way, but you changed your own course, rushing to him. You couldn’t be separated now. Not after Aisha and Sara. Jake, disorientated from the crash, was losing his speed advantage, the distances between the two far too little for comfort, as Jake had reached the firewood pile.
You made eye contact with Jake, whose eyes widened. “What are you doing? Run away, I’m buying time!”
So that was why. He had just hoped you wouldn’t notice in time. But the moment of distraction meant Trevel, who was steadily becoming the fastest of the two, caught up to him. He grabbed onto him, and you half-expected him to crush him like he had Aisha and Sara, instead, he shoved Jake against the woodchipper.
As Jake’s arm and shoulder disappeared into the machine, his face twisted into a pained grimace, and a red mist of blood, minced meat, and viscera descended from the machine with splintered bone shards like macabre snowflakes. You didn’t even think as you continued running, you should have had half-the-mind to at least curse yourself out for wasting the sacred seconds he had sacrificed.
Yet all you could think was you needed to get him out. Only as his face were pressed against the machine, did you stop up. You felt your stomach churning as the metallic smell coated the air. Trevel seemed to spend a moment just looking at the shredded innards and minced remains of Jake.
Then he flexed his finger around his axe and turned towards you. So, you ran.
But you had gotten too close, so running in the opposite direction of him meant running towards the house. Going past the house would mean venturing further into the forest, further away from any civilization. You didn’t fancy your chances with coyotes, and you didn’t fancy your chances with Trevel.
Maybe that instinctive desire to escape to something civil made you run into the house to hide, you’d like to think it was a strategic choice, somehow. But you knew that wasn’t the case, you just sought the familiarity.
Inside the house, you dashed upstairs, worried he’d be able to break down a wall or window in any room downstairs. You could hear him by the time you closed the door, and for a second debated if it was best to be silent and hide, but then again, you didn’t have many hiding places in this room.
What you did have was a dresser. So, knowing how it would lead him upstairs, you desperately pushed the dresser in front of the door. Then the bed. Anything you could get hold of in the room was pushed in front of the door.
And then you scurried to the other end of the room, trying to ignore the fiery burn of your foot. You heard his approach but still jumped when the axe cut into the wooden door. Your breath grew ragged, as his masked face showed through the cracks.
You didn’t know what you had hoped for from this barricade. It wasn’t a surprise that filled you, when the furniture moved along as he shoved the door. Even so, the world seemed to blur out the second he stepped into the room, from ruined and moved furniture that now seemed more a barricade for you than him.
Your heartbeat rang out, thump thump. He was closing in with heavy footsteps. Thump, thud, thump, thud. Even with the mask, you felt his eyes on you. Thump, thud, thump, thud. You could see his fingers flex around the axe.
Grasping at straws, you shifted between staring at him and around you, for anything you could use. Behind him, a now ruined dresser stood. Its familiar look made you realize it was identical to the one downstair. “It’s an ugly name, fit for ugly boys.”
…It was worth a shot, right?
“My,” your voice were shaky, “What a handsome guy you are.”
Was that how she said it? He stopped dead in his tracks. He was so close; you could touch him if you reached out. The air felt crushing, under the weight of silence. Then, he crouched down. Your shivers stopped, frozen.
He leaned closer. His free hand on the floor to support his weight as he leaned closer. Your eyes flickered to the axe. He was still holding it.
“I,” your voice cracked but you forced yourself to continue, “I didn’t get a good look before. But, really, you are handsome. Big and strong.”
He was close. You could smell the lingering scent of sweat and pine. Hear the deep rumbling hum he made. Feel his warmth breath. From where it came, you weren’t sure.
God, what else? What else did Mr. Browning say?
Suddenly, a hand reached out and you flinched. He had let go of the axe. And yet, you had seen what he could do with his hands. Your breath were stuck in your throat, as you braced yourself. But his hand only lingered near your cheek.
Not quite touching, but close enough for you to feel the warmth of his fingertips. This… Was a good sign, right? He was hesitating, he didn’t do that with the others. He didn’t do that with Aisha. The anxiety buzzing didn’t ease, the gory memory playing relentlessly in your head.
In your mind you envisioned the way his hand could still decide to grab onto you harshly. So, gently with fingers that shook far too much, you touched his hand. His head made a sharp movement, causing you to flinch, but he didn’t stop you.
So, you lead his rugged, scarred hand closer to your cheek, closing the small gap. His fingers stiffly on your cheek, which was better than lingering above your face. Like playing dolls, you hoped positioning him into a less hostile position would have any effect.  
You looked at each other for a while in deafening silence. You were worried about losing the temporary fascination, the stiffness of his body warning you that you weren’t quite safe yet. What is it that worked so far? What does he want to hear?
“You’re good, Trevel. You’re good.”
For a moment, he didn’t respond or react. Then the touch seemed to melt, his finger brushing against your cheek. Not pleasant or even soft, but you could tell he was trying, or maybe he was just exploring? You didn’t dare to move, worried you’d set him off.
By the time his hand dropped down, light had begun to filter through the tree leaves, and exhaustion clinging to you. Trevel seemed placated, simply staring wordlessly at you.
Cautiously, you stood up. You could feel the way he followed your every movement. But it felt like a curious gaze, like a dog equally confused and curious about its owner’s actions. You weren’t sure if he’d be okay with you leaving, but if you could buy yourself some time, perhaps you’d be able to get to a road and hitchhike.
“I’ll just go fetch something, if that’s okay?” You asked carefully, taking a demonstrative step towards the door.
Swish
Past your head, the axe flew, nestling into the door. Before you even could look back at him, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the floor, a little too harshly for your injured foot, where he returned to simply stare at you, growling whenever you moved too much.
Life was far away, and by god, you hoped it would someday catch up to you again.
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Barnes, Barnes & Barnes: Part 1
I accidentally deleted my blog and now I have to start from scratch, here I am re-uploading everything
The door slammed behind you as you entered your floor; you roughly yanked the shirt over your head only to throw it in the clothes hamper to be taken to the laundry room.
Shuffling into the kitchen, in the avenger’s tower, you opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and taking your first steady drink. You nearly finish half of the water before your attention is pulled to the three chirps that FRIDAY plays for you to know there’s a danger within the tower.
“FRIDAY,” you addressed the AI who was trying to make contact with you, “what’s up?”
“Mission debriefing has been sent to your files-“
“Thanks.” You cut the AI off and walked from the kitchen to the living room, opening your laptop and accessing the files you needed to see.
As you clicked the tab twice, the mission debrief popped up on the screen. You started with the first file and moved on to one and then the other. You’d spent nearly an hour diving into the mission debriefing before you felt your heart stop.
You paused at one of the pictures that had been taken from the cameras built into the gear you’d used, taking notice of something that shouldn’t have been there.
While the mission was a success, and the residual bridge between realities and timelines had been sealed, it appeared as if…something had happened.
You didn’t know what, but judging from the sudden burst in energy, something had either ejected from the timeline’s/realities accessed or something had broken through.
“Well shit,” you sat back against the couch and sighed. “Guess I owe major asshole an apology.”
You closed the laptop and stood, swiping your water bottle from the coffee table and tucked it under your arm. You were determined to go to bed, to settle after the mission and finally have rest.
As you had had it halfway toward your room, you were taken by surprise as the alarm in the building started blaring. You jumped and pressed yourself back against the wall, covering one ear with your free hand and using your shoulder to block the other ear and with your neck craned, you called for FRIDAY to deliver an explanation.
“All avengers are asked to return to the floor-“
“Shit.” You ditched the water bottle and dove to the front door, ripping your shirt from the floor to yank it back on.
After you pushed your left arm through the sleeve, followed by the right, you yanked open your front door and raced toward the emergency door. You pulled open the fire door and ran down the stairs, moving from the floor you shared with two other agents to the destined floor that you had just come from.
“Shit, shit, shit-“ you came skidding to a stop when you walked through the emergency door.
The entire floor had been ripped apart as if something or someone had set a bomb off. Some of Bruce and Tony’s lab tech crushed as if a boulder was dropped onto it, but the sound of grunts coming from further within the floor had diverted your attention.
You took each step carefully, not sure what would be waiting for you, unsure of what had caused this destruction or what had fallen through the time barrier.
As you continue towards the offices, you spot more destruction that only gets worse with the closer you get. It was a trail of broken furniture and crushed glass; doors ripped off of hinges and a complete lack of care for anything or anyone who may be in the path of destruction
“It’s Barnes!” A voice came from your left, a man in a white lab coat hissed from the office you were about to pass by. He was cowering beneath an opening at the foot of a desk; laboratory beakers smashed around him. “Barnes is doing this.”
“Bucky? I just saw him. He was with Steve. He couldn’t have-“ you felt eyes on you. You felt a penetrating gaze, eyes that were studying your every movement. You slowly turned your head and locked eyes with a man who was Bucky’s carbon copy in every way, save for the wild look in his eyes, his hair length and the metal arm.
“It’s not Bucky.” You blanched. “It’s the Winter Soldier.”
It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t have been possible. Bucky was reformed, and every piece of him that had been made to be bent to their will, to Hydra’s will, had been removed.
And yet…
You felt his eyes on you that followed your every move as he was slowly calculating what you might try.
His jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled into tight fists as he took one slow step, followed by another.
As if he knew you wouldn’t run from him.
“It’s the Winter Soldier. There’s a red star.” You glanced at the man in the lab coat to your left and slowly stepped toward the brainwashed Bucky. “Go. Get off the floor. Move!”
The man didn’t hesitate to scramble out of the office and past you, scurrying over and through destruction. With him gone, you were alone with the Winter Soldier, with no one to help you fend him off, with no one to help you fight a super-soldier.
Not yet. For now, you were on your own.
“V chem moya missiya?” His deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. (What is my mission?)
“I don’t speak Russian,” you took another slow step, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not….”
“Gotovy sootvetstvovat'.” He spoke again, his strides quickly bringing him within reach of you. (Ready to comply)
“I don’t speak-“ you frowned and felt your heart-stopping.
He had reached out with his vibranium hand and slipped his cool, metal fingers along the back of your neck as if he could feel your flesh through the vibranium. He let his metal fingers rest against your hairline at the nape before he moved his hand around the front of your neck to your throat. There was little pressure on your neck, not even enough to constrict your breathing. It was as if he wanted to feel you beneath him, feel you at his mercy.
However, the ever-present thought was that he would squeeze. You were sure you would feel his hand clenching around your neck, and he would begin choking the life out of you.
He could’ve snapped your neck with one quick twist.
“Ty dolzhen byt' moim.” (You are meant to be mine)
He wasn’t hurting you. He still wasn’t squeezing your neck; he was keeping his hand there and using his thumb to brush along the edge of your jaw.
He was gentle, almost…endearing.
“I don’t-“ you heard footsteps behind you, the clatter or objects being thrown out of the way.
Others had arrived to assist you.
“Let go of her.” With the arrival of Tony, you saw his expression change gradually, as if time was slowing down around the two of you. Tony came in, and it made you frightened.
You watched every second and millisecond as his expression changed from something that could be considered primordially soft to a feral and predatory glower that was pointed directly at the avenger behind you.
His animosity was aimed at Tony Stark and the avengers who were stationed behind him.
He took a step closer to you, your chest touching his, and finally drew his hand away from your throat. He grabbed you by your waist and threw you around his back, holding you with his right arm. He was using his strength to keep you pinned against him while he extended his left arm toward Tony Stark.
“What the hell?!” You heard more voices that belonged to members of the Avengers, and while you desired to look, he was blocking your path.
He was keeping you flush against him, hidden from the people you knew as friends.
“Let her go, robocop.” Tony raised his arm in warning. “I won’t be responsible-“
“YA yedinstvennyy, kto derzhit yeye v bezopasnosti.”
(I am the only one keeping her safe.)
“FRIDAY translation-“
The window to your right shattered, and his thick body had covered yours. You fell to the ground by his weight as glass fell around you. His body was shielding yours, his hands wrapped protectively around your head and neck, while his legs had been squeezing your thighs.
He had protected you from the glass, but in his attempt to keep you safe, he had allowed himself to be captured and made immobile by the tranquillizer that had been lodged in the skin of his neck.
He had reached the needle and yanked it out of his neck, but it was too late for him to prevent the drug from taking control of his system.
As he fell victim to the drugs that were meant to knock him out, he was pushed off your body and the Bucky you knew, the Bucky who had healed from all the trauma he suffered, lifted you to your feet and pulled you into a solid chest.
His worry translated to a tight hug and his hands roaming your back as he studied all he could to find any small nick or injury.
“How,” you questioned when you pulled away from Bucky, “are there two of you?”
“Three,” Steve approached with his shield in hand, “there’s three Bucky’s.”
“What?”
“One who survived the war, one who didn’t get rescued-“
“-and me.” Bucky’s voice was nary a whisper.
“How is that even possible?” You raised your fingers to the back of your head and winced when the pads of your fingers made contact with blood.
“L/N’s injured. Take her to the medical wing and have her looked at. Take robocop to a cell and find the red book that set him off-“
“I don’t think the red book set him off.” You brushed off an agent’s hands when he tried to reach you. “When he found me-“
“-he’s still brainwashed-“
“He was confused.” You spoke up, over Tony. “It’s like he didn’t know what he was doing or what he was here for.”
“FRIDAY play the audio feed.” Tony demanded the AI, and it was sparsely a moment before your voices were heard.
“V chem moya missiya?”
“What’s my mission?” Natasha translated.
“Gotovy sootvetstvovat'.”
“Ready to comply.” She glanced at Bucky, the reformed assassin who’s shoulders were hunched over, as he genuinely felt discomfort.
“Ty dolzhen byt' moim.”
The translation didn’t immediately come. Natasha didn’t immediately relay what he had said, but Bucky knew. And by the way his head snapped up and he stared at you, the way his blue eyes widened ever so slightly, you knew in your gut that the message wasn’t anything Bucky had said before.
“Natasha-“
“-you are meant to be mine.”
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gamerbearmira · 2 years
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It seemed that after hearing this, Luisa forgot about the situation for a second; “Oh! So that’s Mirabel’s gift! She can breathe under water!”. The adults realized that she was probably right. Though Alma wasn’t very happy; (Unnerving door, dangerous room, and a gift that can’t help the community?… THE VILLAGERS!) alarmed, Alma turned towards the door they came through. Thankfully, Felix had closed it after asking the villagers to stay outside. She turned back to her family; “If this disease is as infectious as Dolores claims it to be, and even if I’d rather go to a safer place, we need to stay quarantined inside THIS room to prevent it from spreading through the Encanto””But-“ Mirabel tried to interject. Alma didn’t let her though; “The ideal thing would be for each of us needs to stay in a different room so there’s no risk of passing it to each other . Felix, did you see any closed rooms while you looked for Camilo?””No. All I found in that direction was a rectangular space with some weird looking metal arms in the ceiling and a giant hole with some stairs on the floor Mirabel came back in through“. Alma nodded “Very well. I think it would be a wise idea for the three of you to go back to that space while the rest of us looks for actual rooms. Dolores, give me that diary. I’ll read through it to see if the previous resident of this place found a cure (though I doubt they did, considering no one lives here anymore)”. Dolores obeyed her abuela, but after trying to understand how to turn it on and accidentally deleting a photo…; “You’ve made it pretty clear that you understand enough of this thing to use it without risking loosing our only salvation possibility””But-“”Not now, Mirabel! This is important!” Alma snapped, making the little girl flinch. “You will report your findings to me, understood Dolores?””Yes abuela” she squeaked.
Mirabel was upset to say the least. Did abuela seriously not remember her mamá could heal any ailment?
So when they reached the room, she sprinted towards the opening and jumped into the water. Felix didn’t even try to stop her; she could breath just fine down there and they were all already infected, because as Dolores told them, this disease, known as Kharaa, was now a part of the ecosystem, and you’d get sick just by touching the water. So he took Camilo with him to a corner and he sat cross legged, hugging his son and thinking that he didn’t knew how much time with him he had left.
Suddenly, they heard the sound from earlier. That same deep low rumble that reverberated through their bodies. Mirabel had said something about it being someone calling their children. Hum, maybe her gift wasn’t only breathing underwater, maybe there was something else. Suddenly, his eyes went wide. THE PREDATORS!!! HOW HAD HE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE GIANT PREDATORS HIS DAUGHTER HAD WARNED THEM FOR??!! Oh nonononono, if Julieta found out about this he was even a deader man than he already was! Now what did he do?!
Mirabel was back with María (she named her that because she was blue like the sea, and “sea” in Spanish was “mar”. She is also a five year old), who was helping her move around and teaching her the basics of swimming. Back in the Encanto, the only water body they had was the river, and it wasn’t shallow enough to actually swim into it, so she was learning now, and she was learning fast.
It was then that she saw it; the surface. She had never been outside of the Encanto, so she had never seen the sea. That and the fact that she wanted to see if there were any islands around made her swim up.
She looked around; there was nothing but water, water, more water, some metallic ruins, water, even mor wa- She snapped her head back. Yup, still there. The ruins were real.
She dove back into the water and started swimming towards them. As if sensing her intentions, María tried to block her path. “María, is there something wrong? I just wanna go explore”. María on the other hand, wasn’t as calm as Mirabel; “No. Stay away. Danger. DEATH”.
That’s when it happened. A roar. Animalistic and full of rage. Even for her, it only meant ‘GRAAAAAAAAAAH!’. And then she saw it; a terrifying four-eyed creature with sharp claws on its face, as big as one of the whales on her papá’s books, swimming towards her at full speed.
HEYO‼️
Not them just. Leaving the villagers outside. No explanation, they just left them out there and for who knows how long. And Alma struggling with the device is so funny to me😭😭 same with Fèlix just letting Mirabel dip. And then realizing there are whole predators and leviathans. It’s not like he can go after her, there’s no way he’d be able to hold his breath that long, swim out to get her and bring her back.
Also Alma??? Being more worried about her gift being useful and the infection. YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TOUCHED THE WATER AND YOU WOULDN’T LET MIRABEL TOUCH YOU…Like dawg. Why don’t you rub the two single brain cells in your mind together and realize you have a whole healer in the same room as you 😦
And the ruins???? I forgot they were there ☠️☠️ not only are there deadly creatures that hang around there, but there’s also radiation??? Terrifying. AND THE REAPER LEVITATION…HELLLLLLL NAHHHH🏃‍♀️💨💨
I know it probably won’t hurt her but still. Terrified. And would the other family see her, considering there’s a giant window???
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cloveroctobers · 2 years
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THEA MAYS x f!READER / Summer Prompts
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A/N: remember when I said there would possibly be a spring prompt for this want to be mean girl? Lol. Officially deleted it from my drafts since it’s summer now and we got to get it together! Anyways been wanting to write for awhile now so why not slide into something light?! Kinda. So I can continue to be inspired to write this lovely season. Although most of the AA + AA HC works will flop a little since the tags aren’t that updated, people hate the writing—which I get! or it’s usually the same shit you see there. Anyways!!!
WARNINGS: Deflecting + Thea being problematic?
Song that inspired this —
#4. Pool Party from this prompt list here — https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer
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Thea’s argument for everything lately was simply, she was figuring things out. And sure there was nothing wrong with that statement per se…until it started to become an excuse.
Once the classes before summer approached were officially over, Thea couldn’t wait to actually get away from bringston university. Thea had until July before she left for Seychelles to spend the summer with her grandmother and thought about throwing a pool party at her house. Both of her parents were away on “business” with her mother landing in Dubai and her father in Chicago—which really meant being away from each other (since they were attempting to avoid a divorce) it was the perfect idea.
At least you tried to persuade. You were really Thea’s only best friend, the only one she allowed to get close enough to; you were the one to always bring her out of her shell when she needed it. You saw pass the whole queen bee trope Thea was still sticking with and sure you were always down for some one on one time with your bestie but the semester took a turn to say the least.
The party was in full swing with the heat baking down on the various of melanin that decorated Thea’s backyard. Everyone was invited, even people that Thea didn’t invite but somehow ended up here attended. Thea wasn’t one to have people up in her space and muttered that she should have thrown a beach party instead but once she had a few Jell-O shots she seemed to simmer down.
That’s until Damon Sims approached the both of you, who lounged against the pool trimmings. He was dressed casually with a white tank assorted with a single gold chain, pink and black printed swim trunks, slides, started to let some facial hair grow in and cut his thick hair down to have his waves on swim, also his skin looked really moisturized in this blazing Georgia heat.
“Damnit, he looks good.” Thea scoffed beside you, before she brought her own red cup back up to her lips.
You snorted before putting on a smile up at the six foot man who approached the two of you.
“Ladies, it’s good to see you.” He started.
Thea flicked her hair back with one hand staring off in another direction with her sunglasses covering her eyes, “is it though?”
You nudged her.
Damon kept his cool, “I didn’t think JR would get the invite first but it’s coo, I know you’ve been busy since...Classes ended.” He chose his words carefully.
“Glad you could make it, Mr. High yellow!” You raised your plastic cup at the man who laughed at your joke with a slight roll of his eyes, tapping his cup against yours.
It seemed at if thea wouldn’t be doing much talking. And it didn’t take long for Damon to pick up on that as he shot you a look in which you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a, “sorry,” to him.
He cleared his throat, “thea…do you think you and I can go have a conversation?”
“No.” She snapped, “go carry a new conversation somewhere else maybe with Simone, actually. I know how much you love talking to her and I didn’t even invite her ass.”
Grimacing you took a sip of your fruity cocktail.
Damon began to squat down in the space between the two of you, keeping his tone steady, “don’t be like this baby—
“Oh no,” Thea laughed, “don’t think you can just waltz over here throwing around pet names like it’s supposed to mean something to me. You chose her side time and time again even after I screwed up my arm…it’s insulting and I don’t deserve to be anyone’s number two. I worked too damn hard for everything and I deserve to have fun, not someone wasting my time.”
Damon inhaled as he noticed some eyes watching the dynamic. He gently placed his hand on Thea’s shoulder, which she flinched away from. He eased up, raising his hands in surrender, “Sure I could do better but…I’ve never chosen Simone over you.”
“Bullshit!” Thea hissed, “it’s always been that way, I maybe clueless to a lot of things but this mess of a relationship? Absolutely not! I should have listened to y/n from the very beginning.” Thea huffed, glancing up at the bright sky.
You felt Damon’s eyes burn into you now. Of course Thea threw you under the bus without thinking. Sure you and Damon got along since you shared a few classes together; before he got involved with Thea but that did not mean you didn’t have an opinion on this whole ordeal.
Damon sighed, “I agreed on this mini separation…thinking it would help us both get our minds right when it came to tennis and baseball but I really think we should further talk it out.”
Thea shoved her shades back so Damon could see the fire beneath her dark eyes. She smirked up at him sitting in silence for a moment and you knew that did not mean anything good.
The next thing you know, Thea’s reaching for the side of your neck and turning your jaw by her fingertips and you couldn’t catch her eyes as she was only staring at your lips. She took a small inhale before she planted a kiss right on yours. And you were guilty because you kissed back in that very short impulsive moment.
When she abruptly pulled back, still holding onto your skull she smiled back menacingly at Damon who’s brows were definitely furrowed right now.
“There’s your answer, damon.” Thea licked his lips, “there’s not much else to talk about, you see? I’m not just going to sit around and wait for you to decide to pick me for once. So leave me the hell alone and don’t come crawling back once you see me consistently leveling up.” She fanned her hand at the boy, handing him her cup before she lifted off the cemented seat to filly submerge herself into the water.
And both you and Damon watched her for a moment, until damon scoffed and rubbed at his nose in disbelief before leaving in silence. You on the other hand had very conflicting feelings as you watched Thea be all smiles while she chatted with someone else in the water.
You knew what your sexuality was (so did Thea) and then you thought you knew all that this is to know about Thea Mays…better than anyone yet she pulled a stunt like this? To prove what exactly? You didn’t like being used and that was part of the conflicting feelings you were experiencing right now.
So you finished you drink and also found yourself getting into the pool, but at the opposite end.
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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.
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siriusly-sapphic · 2 years
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Very curious about that Dorcissa WIP you got going on and also "that one Cissamione thing" 😂
(In response to a previously posted WIP ask game)
alright these two have very different vibes LMAO so here we go.
"that one cissamione thing" is a cissamione fake dating AU I started like two years ago and haven't looked at since. Looking over it now, I disagree with half the headcanons I mentioned in it so if I continue it it needs to have at least half of it deleted first, but I do like a fake dating concept so we'll see. The gist of it is that they're working together on some important research project that Hermione needed help with, and when Hermione is debating how to come out to her friends/family Narcissa, mostly as a joke, suggests bringing home the most unsuitable witch she can think of so that her being gay isn't the big deal anymore. Obviously Hermione's on board and decides it should be Narcissa.
Little snippet:
“If your bad mood has nothing to do with me manipulating you, do tell me what’s so distracting that it’s more important than this project. I was told it’s a rather urgent case.”
“And here I thought you cared,” Hermione remarked. Narcissa chuckled politely. 
“Speak.”
The witch sighed, resting her head in her hands. “My friends have been trying to set me up with a million different guys this week alone; it’s a waste of my time and it’s becoming annoying.”
“I take it none of these men were a good match?” Narcissa, at last, looked up from her work and put the roll of parchment she was holding down, giving Hermione a look that could almost be taken as a sympathetic. 
Hermione shook her head. “They try, and I know they just want me to be happy but it’s not going to work. The wizards they set me up with are amazing, really, but I’m just not interested.”
“In wizards?”
A bold suggestion that Narcissa wasn’t at all sure about, but the way Hermione’s eyes widened showed she was correct. Narcissa leaned back in her armchair and looked the girl over, impressed at how quickly she’d recovered herself.
“I haven’t told anyone yet.” 
Obviously.
“Your friends making attempts at setting you up with wizards would have quite a different undertone if you had,” Narcissa commented dryly.
Alright and then the dorcissa dead dove thing. (Fair warning, this gets a little darker, I did call the document dead dove)
So this started out as a prompt for A Loveunlaced's danger fucking fest, didn't get selected for that so I'm writing it for myself anyway. It really comes down to "necromancy/sex magic ritual" with a lot of blood involved. There's a corpse, there's a lot of blood drained from said corpse, then there's sex (corpse not involved). It's just them seeking more power and using some altered ancient ritual to get it, but make it porn.
The snippet (under the cut) does not include any of the blood, it's just them discussing that they have a corpse.
“Where did you get the corpse?”
Dorcas’ voice interrupted the quiet murmuring of magic around Narcissa, who was drawing runes in the air with utmost precision. Narcissa didn’t look up, continuing to stare directly into the blinding red light that sprung from her wand as she whispered a soft incantation.
When the rune was in place, fixed in the air where she’d left it, Narcissa glanced up at her lover. “Courtesy of my sister,” she responded, not elaborating on the ways in which said sister had acquired it. Bellatrix hadn’t asked her why she’d needed a dead woman, Narcissa hadn’t asked where the dead woman had been found.
The woman in question, who surely would have been beautiful had she been alive, floated just a few centimetres above the floor, held in place by three of Narcissa’s carefully crafted runes. Her hair was a dark shade of brown, her skin grey and pale, and her arm carried a tattoo of lavender flowers. She was perfect.
“She didn’t ask why?” Dorcas asked, joining Narcissa where she was kneeling on the marble drawing room floor. The skirts of her robe pooled around her.
“She did not,” Narcissa told her, looking at Dorcas with admiration and excitement. Dorcas was a beautiful sight, in a silver dress robe that was thin enough to tell she wore nothing underneath, enchanted beads in her tight-wound braids, and a smile so filled with guilty excitement that it made Narcissa’s heart tighten and swell at once. She stared, without a trace of shame. “Just as I did not ask where she came from.”
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golbrocklovely · 2 years
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Katrina did a live a few days ago on twitch. Since she dove into Coachella talk, EVERYONE was asking if she ran into or saw Tara & Jake. She tried changing the subject, ignored a bunch but they wouldn’t stop no matter how much her mods deleted the asks. Finally she said “i didn’t see anyone i was so zoned in and focused on where i was going”, which i don’t buy it was influencer central and they were in vip. Well.. even then the asks kept coming and she read them, audibly huffed and just completely ignored the rest and opened her p.o box packages from fans.
JC Caylen then did a live where he rated Coachella outfits and Tara was part of it. He rated celebs, his friends, and influencers and then went “Wait is that it” and Tara went “Do we know anyone else” but the tone wasn’t asking a question it was more like saying yeah theres no one else. Meanwhile the chat asked about snc and Tara red it and they moved along.
Not the first time they have been asked about each other, on both their latest youtube vids people kept asking about the other in the comments. I honestly think they follow each other for appearance sake but Tara has ignored Kat whenever shes replied to a tweet. They’re not friends anymore perhaps mere acquaintances but i don’t think its even that. They know people would question and talk if they unfollowed each other or stop liking stuff just like they did with the whole Colby/Reggie thing.
i wish one of them would just come out and say they aren't friends or explain what happened just so fans would stop having to guess. while i understand we don't deserve an explanation which is fine, but at least say "hey can you not bring up XYZ bc we aren't close anymore". at least that would be better than just awkwardly pretending that yall tolerate each other when you don't.
or… idk, crazy concept, work your shit out?? be an adult and not a content creator for two seconds lol
also what happened between colby and reggie?
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ameliora-j · 2 years
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this is shitty and rushed and i hate it more than i hate part one but whatever i’ll probably end up deleting them both [PART 1]
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harry and ron were a mess without you. and you were somehow worse without them. nothing felt right anymore. you trudged through the halls and you didn’t smile. your bubbly personality was gone. you spoke to virtually no one, not even your friends. you didn’t feel much of anything anymore but you couldn’t lie, seeing hermione curled into ron’s side stung.
harry cornered you in an abandoned alcove after about two weeks and backed you up against the wall. you stared up at him, nearly bored expression on your face, but your heart was pounding out of your chest at his close proximity. “talk,” he demanded.
“what about?” you whispered, studying his face, attempting to commit every tiny detail to memory.
“what happened?” he demanded.
you tried to hold it in but the way he was staring deep into your eyes had you sighing and exploding into word vomit. “i didn’t do anything,” you sniffled. “hermione lied and said i was mean to her but she was the one that called me a stupid slut. told me i took ron from her but no i didn’t! i left to go to the bathroom cus i was crying. and i didn’t want to mess up your friendship with hermione so i didn’t want you guys to see me cry. and when i was in the bathroom she put on her stupid little good girl act. and told ron that i was bullying her!” you let out a small whine as you finally released the details of two weeks ago.
harry released a small sigh and pulled you to his chest. “that’s what you wanted to talk to me about when we came back?” he asked softly, pressing kisses to your head.
“yes. because you always talk him down. you always tell him what really happens and he listens to you. but we came back to the castle and the twins were dragging you away and ron was taking me to the dorm and i just… i didn’t have the energy to argue hazzie,” you sniffled, pouting up at him.
“come on,” he whispered, bending down and lifting you off the ground. “we’re gonna talk to him, yeah?” he asked.
“i don’t want to talk to him. i only want you hazzie,” you sniffled.
“gotta at least explain why you’re upset with him. deal?” he asked. you nodded as he sat you on the bed. “i’ll be back. gonna go get him.” you nodded again and watched as harry retreated from the room.
he came back upstairs with ron and hermione about five minutes later. upon seeing hermione, you stood and walked over to harry, standing behind him and hiding your face behind his scapula as you held his hand. “no,” you whispered softly, shaking your head.
“trust me,” he whispered as he turned and kissed your head. “hermione… would you like to tell ron the truth about what happened in hogsmeade?” harry asked.
“yes she still hasn’t apologized,” hermione lied through her teeth.
“what? i told you to apologize weeks ago why wouldn’t you—“ ron couldn’t finish his sentence as you peeked out from harry’s shoulder.
“you’re not my boyfriend. you don’t get to tell me what do do anymore. and i’m not apologizing for something i didn’t do!” you demanded, finally sticking up for yourself before hiding behind harry’s shoulder again.
“what are you on about ‘didn’t do’?” ron snarked sarcastically.
“she didn’t do anything ron. whatever hermione told you she said was a lie. hermione says and does all those things to her. and then cries wolf to try and get her out of your life. and this time you let it work, and i’m not sure she’ll ever want you back again,” harry shook his head.
“i don’t,” you persisted. “only want you hazzie,” you sniffled, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder.
“dove don’t say that please…” ron whispered brokenly.
“you’re mean,” you sniffled. “i don’t like you,” you shook your head.
“hermione,” ron demanded. “get out. and don’t come back,” ron pushed. “i don’t want to see you again” you shyly poked your head from behind harry’s shoulder again slowly stepping back beside him. once hermione was out of the room, ron turned to you. “please…” he whispered. “please give me one more chance and dove i swear to merlin i will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. i promise,” he spoke as he stepped forward.
“okay,” you nodded, slowly opening your arms to allow him to walk into them. he smiled as he pulled you into a hug. “if you ever do it again. i will cut your dick off, and feed it to errol,” you promised.
“yes ma’am,” he chuckled as he kissed your head. “i love you.”
“i love you too,” you kissed his cheek. then, both of you turned to harry and pulled him to the hug as well. “i love you too hazzie,” you kissed his cheek.
“i love you bubba,” he smiled as he leaned in and pressed a soft peck to your lips. and everything felt right again. everything felt okay again. and it was lovely.
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skzsauce01 · 3 years
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Bird Is the Word
Synopsis: A series of drunk texts leads to one of the best and worst things that has ever happened to you. Or, Han Jisung is never going to let you forget the time you forgot the word ‘bird.’ College AU. Not a text fic but does include some texts.
Warning: alcohol, a lot of bird puns
Word Count: 8.1k
Pairing: fem!reader x Han Jisung
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2:23 AM [Me]: sOS SOS SOS SOSOSOS 2:23 AM [Me]: I NEED HELPPPP 2:23 AM [Jisung Bio]: You okay?? 2:23 AM [Me]: YOU SMART HELPPPPP
2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Do you want me to call the police?? 2:24 AM [Me]: WHAT ARE THE FLUFFY ANIMALS THAT GO FLAP CALLED 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Is this a code word? 2:24 AM [Me]: THEY GO FLAP AND EAT SEEDS 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Do you mean birds? 2:24 AM [Jisung Bio]: Are you drunk?
2:25 AM [Me]: [blurry_photo_of_your_window.jpg] 2:25 AM [Me]: HERE LOOK 2:25 AM [Me]: YES BIRDS 2:25 AM [Me]: THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH 2:25 AM [Me]: LOVE YOUUUUU
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In your defense, you were drunk. And when you are drunk, your critical thinking skills disappear and are replaced by pure, uninhibited stupidity. It’s like some twisted Jekyll and Hyde situation, but only when you drink, you transform into this other version of yourself instead of suppressing it.
You mostly remember the things you have done and said while under the influence. The most embarrassing ones tend to be fuzzy. If it weren’t for the grainy phone video taken by Seungmin and your own voice cheerfully declaring that you had an idea, you wouldn’t have realized that you were the idiot who tried to make a chalk mural at the four-way intersection in the middle of the night. You didn’t even have chalk, but that didn’t stop you from drawing on the asphalt with a broken pen you found on the sidewalk.
Good thing Seungmin had the foresight to drag you back to the crosswalk before a car could come speeding by.
However, that legendary act of idiocy doesn’t even compare to this new one. Forget the fact that you could have died.
Your biology class just went over survival of the fittest using Darwin’s finches as an example. How in the world did you forget about the word ‘bird?’ Why did you think it was a good idea to ask the cute guy in your bio study group about “THE FLUFFY ANIMALS THAT GO FLAP?” And why, why, why did you insist on telling him that you loved him? The ‘THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH’ was already enough.
Jisung is never going to let you live this down.
It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s not like you spent the entire Sunday morning knocking back glasses of water and wishing it was vodka instead. It’s not like you drafted about five different apology messages and deleted them all. It’s not like you have to see him in class tomorrow.
Really, you’re fine.
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You go out of your way to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, which probably means you are very conspicuous. Do normal people not wear hoodies and sweatpants to class now, or are you just overthinking everything? The two people in the row in front of you are wearing jeans, and the girl heading down your row has a polka-dotted dress on. A secondary glance at the girl tells you that it’s another member of your study group. Speaking of the study group, maybe you should find another one. Preferably one without Jisung in it.
“Morning,” Lia says as she takes the seat beside you. She sets down her purple water bottle on the floor with a light clink. “How was your weekend?”
Terrible, but you say, “It was fine. I finished up the readings and did some notes. How about you?”
“Those readings took me forever!” she groans. “I was trying to finish everything on Saturday, so I could go out on Sunday. Which I did manage to do, so it all worked out. I got a new dress!” She plucks at the bodice of her dress, and you finally take a closer look at the pattern.
They’re not polka dots. They’re freaking birds — swoopy doves with outstretched wings. Or at least you think they’re doves. Your lack of bird knowledge speaks for itself.
“It’s pretty,” you hollowly say. The universe seems determined to remind you of your texts. Lia’s face falters, and you realize your disdain came across as you lying. “No, it’s not like that! Just… bad experiences with birds. You look really nice in this.”
She brightens up. “Oh, thanks! What do you mean by ‘bad experiences?’ What happened?”
“Good morning, birdbrain!”
“That happened.”
Looking far too happy for a Monday morning, Jisung takes the other seat beside you. He has a cup of coffee stacked high with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, and you wonder if his extreme cheerfulness is from the caffeine or from your impending public humiliation. Why did you have to pick this guy to have a crush on? Sure, he’s cute and smart and sometimes nice, but there are plenty of people who have those traits without his witticism.
Lia looks at you with more amusement than concern. “So what happened?”
You tell her about what really happened during the weekend, and Jisung laughs all the while, reenacting his facial expression when he received your first frantic SOS message. Meanwhile, you sink lower and lower into your chair, ignoring your tailbone’s cries of pain as you slide further down the thin cushion.
“You can’t hide forever,” Jisung remarks as he looks at your slumping form. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad. And you were drunk anyway.”
Yeah, you were, but the whole thing is doubly embarrassing because of how much you want him to like you. The overenthusiastic, all-caps messages are normal whenever you text while drunk, but ‘I love yous’ and the even rarer ‘I LOVE YOUUUU’  are few and far between. Only six people excluding Jisung have received them: your parents, your best friend, and your statistics group project members because you accidentally sent the message to the wrong chat.
On the bright side, seven is a lucky number. It means absolutely nothing in this case, and it’s hardly relevant to how you’re feeling, but everyone copes differently. Yours just happens to be clinging onto any silver lining available for solace.
“Anyway,” Lia cuts in, saving you from replying, “you’re here early, Jisung.”
He shrugs and flashes her a playful smile. However, his eyes are focused on you when he says, “You know what they say: early bird gets the worm.”
You give him a pitiful attempt of a withering glare. “I hate you.”
“Okay, fine.” He tugs at the shoulder of your hoodie to motion for you to stop trying to melt into the ground and to help you up. “It’s ‘cause I knew you would be here early.”
You are calm, you are fine, you will not be flustered. He just teased you five seconds ago; you should not be this willing to forgive him under these circumstances. Nonetheless, you slide back up to a more normal sitting position and try to pretend that you are still mildly upset. His next sentences make that impossible.
“You guys want brownies? Felix was stress-baking again.”
One may call you easily swayed by food, and they would be right. Jisung lets you have a coveted corner piece, and you decide that he’s alright again. He stretches an arm in front of you to get to Lia, and you lean back to avoid bumping into him. It also gives you a clear view of his profile. Wow, is he pretty. Look at that jawline. Suddenly his eyes go wide, and his mouth splits into a familiar excited grin.
“Are those birds?”
“Yep,” Lia answers, looking over at you to check your reaction. She tries to hide her smile, but it’s clear as day. You’re not entirely sure what she’s going to say next, but you already know it’s going to involve your current least favorite animal species. “Pretty… dove-ly, don’t you think?”
At least you were right about them being doves. “I hate you both.”
Jisung laughs at her pun and holds out his palm for a high-five. “You know what they say: birds of a feather flock together.”
“I really hate you both.”
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Your initial prediction that Jisung is never going to let you live this down is correct. When you meet your bio group again Thursday night to study for the upcoming quiz, Jisung brings lemon poppy seed muffins for seemingly no other reason than to tease you. His housemate is still stress-baking, and judging by the bird silhouette made of glaze, Felix is very stressed and very eager to indulge in Jisung’s ideas.
“They’re finches!” Jisung proudly announces as he sets one right in front of you. The stupid decoration on top mocks you, but the muffin looks and smells delicious.  
Hyunjin, who does not know about your current plight but does know about Darwin’s finches, appreciatively coos at them. “They’ve even got different beak shapes! These are so cool. Man, Felix must hate econ right now.”
“No kidding,” you mutter as you begin peeling off the wrapper. Felix must hate you as well because one bite of this is almost enough for you to forgive Jisung again. It’s that good. How are you supposed to stay mad at Jisung when he gives you free delicious food? “Forget college, he needs to be in culinary school.”
He smirks from across the table, and it takes a lot of willpower for you to pretend you’re unphased. “What if I told you that I made these?”
“Then I would call you a liar.” He better be lying. You do not need another reason to justify your crush on him.
“And you would be right.” He slides his plastic container down to Lia, who has just arrived and is eyeballing the muffins like a predator. “But I did help him.”
“It’s really good,” you admit. You continue nibbling on it, determined to make the muffin last as long as you can. “What part did you help him out with?”
“The birds on top. Turns out drawing them with runny glaze is hard. I gave you the prettiest one, so don’t get mad about the whole bird thing. It goes with what we’re studying too.”
“Fine,” you sigh as you fold the wrapper into halves over and over again. “But only because these are amazing.”
Hyunjin leans in closer, effectively popping the intimate bubble you and Jisung were in. “What’s ‘the bird thing?’”
Fortunately, Yeji has finally arrived, which gives you the perfect excuse to stop Jisung from letting another person know of your drunk texts. You make a big production of pulling out your notebook from your backpack and rifling through your pencil bag for a pen.
“Should we get started?” you ask. Lia nods and uncaps one of her many highlighters.
“I’ll tell you later,” Jisung whispers to Hyunjin, winking at you. You could cry, melt, die. You could do a lot of things, but you opt to stick your tongue out at him. So what if you’re being childish? You can barely concentrate on the real world after that wink. To Yeji, he says, “There’s snacks, if Lia hasn’t eaten them all yet.”
“Hey!”
Hyunjin laughs at her notorious sweet tooth before turning to Yeji. “He gave Y/N the prettiest one, so there’s probably only his fails left.”
“They’re not bad!”
Lia has only had two, so there are more than enough to choose from. Yeji peers inside the container before selecting the one closest to her.
“Is this a plague doctor?” she asks as she suppresses a laugh. “It’s got a top hat.”
Jisung shakes his head and groans. “You chose the worst one on purpose. It’s one of Darwin’s finches. You would have known if you studied.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t draw.” Taking no notice of Jisung’s affronted expression, she takes out the textbook the five of you split the cost to buy. “Okay, plague doctor cupcakes out of the way, what are the four main theories of evolution?”
“They’re lemon poppy seed finch muffins,” he clarifies.
“That’s not an evolution theory,” Hyunjin cheekily replies, earning him an elbow nudge from Jisung and a laugh from everyone else.
You end up answering Yeji’s question and reward your correct answer with another muffin. Besides them being addictive, you’ll need some energy for the rest of the study session if all this talk about birds persists. You select the most plague doctor-ish one out of the box, and Jisung notices.
“Seriously?” he pouts. “I give you the best one, and this is how you repay me? I thought you said you weren’t mad about the bird thing.”
You ignore the last sentence. “What? You’re not proud of these?” you say, mock astonished as you give him a good view of the glaze on top. “They look exactly like plague doctors.”
“I hate you.”
You smile and shrug before returning back into the discussion about Lamarckism. Let him get a taste of his own medicine.
Unfortunately, as promised and as possible revenge, Jisung tells Hyunjin about ‘the bird thing,’ and Yeji overhears since she is only two chairs away. You try melting into the ground instead, but Lia holds you in place as the story continues, so you are stuck reliving the memory. You knew Jisung wouldn’t let you forget, but you didn’t account for everyone else in the group finding out and joining in on the torture.
But thanks to Jisung’s brilliant idea to bring those spectacularly decorated muffins, he doesn’t go unscathed either. It’s a mediocre consolation prize, but you’ll take it.
All around, it’s a productive study session, if a bit long, courtesy of everyone’s unrelenting shots at you and Jisung.
Your study group splits off in three separate directions once you’re all at the library entrance: Yeji back to the on-campus dorms where she’s an RA, Hyunjin and Lia to the off-campus apartments a few streets down, you and Jisung to the bus stop to your apartments on the other of campus. There’s a few people already sitting at the bench, so you and Jisung stand under the streetlight nearby. A moth intent on reaching the light source rams itself repeatedly against the glass covering, and you tiredly watch it. You yawn.
“Not much of a night owl?” he asks. With no clever reply ready, you gently shove him towards the bushes, but he only sways at your push. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll stop for today.”
“I’m really sorry for sending you that,” you say. You haven’t touched the chat between you and him since the incident. “And for not apologizing earlier.”
“It’s alright. Although I almost had a heart attack when you sent me ‘SOS’ like five times.”
You grimace as you remember your frantic texts. If you think back hard enough, you remember furiously tapping at your screen, trying to get his attention as quick as possible because you really, really, really needed to know what the animal that landed on your windowsill was called. Your housemate was in the next room over. You could have asked her instead, but no, you decided that Jisung from bio was the best option. Not even the group chat, just Jisung himself.
“Sorry again,” you weakly reply.
“It really is alright. Finding bird puns is my new favorite hobby now.” He wryly smiles. “I have so many more to try on you. You’re gonna love it.”
Is that endearing or annoying? Living rent-free inside his head isn’t terrible, especially since he seems to do the same in yours. You’ll probably have to endure lots more puns from him in the future, but for now, you’ll decide that it’s endearing.
The bus arrives, and you sit in the back with him. The ride to the apartment complex is quiet; only a group of people near the front are speaking to one another in low voices. Jisung makes no attempt at continuing the conversation, and you are content to stare out into the neon lights outside the window. You can see him in the reflection on the glass. The empty container devoid of muffins sits on Jisung’s lap, his phone placed face down on the lid. If it weren’t for all the other passengers on the bus, you would be convinced that it was just you and him, enjoying each other’s company.
You’re almost sad when you reach your stop.
“Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?” he asks as you step down to the pavement. “Yours is farther down, right?”
“Isn’t your place right here?” you say. You’ve seen him walk out from this particular complex several times while waiting for the bus. That’s not stalking. “You don’t have to go out of your way. It’s just a block away.”
“Yeah, I’m definitely walking you home.”
You hesitate a bit, but Jisung is already taking small steps in the direction of your apartment. A little more time with him doesn’t sound too horrendous right now. “Okay.”
Just like the bus ride, no conversation, which suits you fine. Jisung seems more enthralled by looking into the windows of apartment residents anyway. You can’t blame him, especially when it appears that someone is having their own mini rave in their living room. Once at the doors to your building, you thank him and tell him good night.
“No problem and good luck tomorrow.” His voice is softer at night, or maybe it’s because he’s tired as well.
Your tone matches his as well. “You too. See you in class then.”
“Good night.”
A few minutes after midnight, just as you’re about to get into bed, a message from Jisung pops up. Not Jisung in the study group, just Jisung.
12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: Hey, I know you’re not much of a night owl, so would you call yourself a morning lark? 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: You’re always an early bird to class 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: Are you emu-sed? 12:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: :D
Well, he did say he would stop for the day. It’s technically the next day. You reply with an annoyed face before burrowing yourself under your blankets. There are other things to worry about, such as your quiz in nine hours.
You dream of birds, namely finches, that night. Thanks, Jisung.
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“This is why I tell you to never drink alone,” Seungmin laughs. He picks up the last slice of pizza from the pan and folds it in half like the heathen he is before taking the first bite. “Bad things always happen.”
“To be fair, Ryujin was home.”
“In a completely different room from you.”
You groan and supplement your exasperation with an extra aggressive tear on your crust. “Okay, fine. I’ve learned my lesson. The point is, he won’t stop with the bird jokes, and I’m going insane.”
Seungmin, having been collateral damage from your drunken mishaps before, is unsympathetic. He still hasn’t quite forgiven you for the time you tried to make a Molotov cocktail in his kitchen. Look, the clickbait video you watched online promised that it would be a fun and easy science experiment, and your other self decided that it was a fantastic idea. Nothing bad happened in the end though since you couldn’t find a lighter. So, Seungmin, it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
“You have a crush on this guy. Why are you upset that he’s flirting with you?”
“He’s cute until he opens his mouth and starts giving me grief about birds.” You sigh as you remember the last text he sent: a photo of the sunset from his apartment window with the caption, A bird’s eye view of the neighborhood. On one hand, you were thrilled to have received a non-homework related picture. On the other hand, bird joke.
“You would do the same.”
“I know, but it still sucks.” You wipe your fingers with a napkin and amuse yourself with spinning the empty pan as Seungmin (slowly) finishes eating. “No more Jisung talk. How was your date?”
Seungmin turns flustered, just like you knew he would. “It wasn’t a date! I’m just her photographer. This is a business arrangement, nothing else.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”
“Hey, is that Jisung over there?” he asks, nodding over your shoulder.
“I’m not that gullible,” you sigh, though you can’t say you aren’t tempted. Seungmin loves to make fun of you, and he probably wants to get back at you for teasing him about the girl he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time with.
“Gull-ible?”
“Not you too," you plead. It's already awful with one person. To deter him any further, you continue, "Anyway, back to your definitely-not-a-date date—”
“Hey, Y/N, is that you?”
Seungmin has his “I told you so” face on. After sending him a glare, which he promptly pretends not to see, you turn around, resting your forearm on the back of your chair. Jisung, holding a pan of oven-fresh pizza, smiles back at you.
“Hey,” you greet. He's wearing the same black and red sweatshirt he usually has on, but why does he look so much better in it when he's in a pizza place than in class or in the library? “How are you doing? How’s your Saturday so far?”
“I just woke up like an hour ago, so it’s been pretty good, I guess.” His eyes go to Seungmin, who is now sipping on his soda, pretending to not eavesdrop. “Is this your…”
“This is my friend, Seungmin,” you quickly answer. Other than the fact that you need to make it abundantly clear that you are available, there is no way you’re ever going to date Seungmin. Apart from the girl he claims to not be dating, he’s even more merciless when it comes to reminding you about your drunken ideas. You can’t pass the intersection without him nudging your arm. “Seungmin, this is Jisung. We have bio together.”
Seungmin nods like he hasn’t heard of Jisung before. “Hey, nice to meet you. So, do you guys learn about birds in bio?”
Jisung lights up like a Christmas tree, and you want to cover yourself with the pizza pan. Praying for the ground to swallow you up also sounds like a decent option. In the midst of debating whether hiding under the table would be too odd, you notice that Seungmin has finally finished his slice.
“We should get going,” you interrupt. You do not need Seungmin to start sharing other stupid things you’ve done. He’s about five seconds away from telling Jisung about the intersection chalk mural. “And you probably want to eat dinner.”
Jisung sees right through your act, but he lets it go. “Yeah, Felix is probably starving. See you on Monday?”
“Yeah, see you.”
You expect him to go to wherever Felix is, but he still remains behind you. With a lopsided grin, he asks, “Should I expect any quail-ity texts at 2 AM tonight?”
Seungmin laughs, Jisung laughs, and you stare at the ceiling, wondering what you did to deserve this. Surely there were other people you could have in your life besides these two jerks.
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“Winner, winner, chicken dinner!” Jisung sings as you correctly answer his question. This week’s study session consists of a game show Jisung has created, and you almost want to believe that he put in all this effort just to say that phrase. “Another point for you.”
You sigh as Yeji slides a wrapped piece of candy towards you. It’s her turn to bring snacks, and though milk chocolate the size of golf balls are great, you’re still dreaming of those wickedly delicious cake slices Jisung shared with you yesterday. Hummingbird cake, he claimed, it was called. Bananas, pineapples, and pecans, all combined together to make a sweet treat. When you cheekily asked why his housemate was so stressed all the time — you really don’t mind. Sorry, Felix — Jisung cheerfully informed you that he made the entire thing himself. After you picked up your jaw from the floor, you stammered something about it being passable. Not nearly as good as Felix’s stuff, you said, lying through your teeth. Jisung, again, saw right through it but let it slide. See? Sometimes he’s nice. However, you did not need another reason to be attracted to Han Jisung, but here you are.
“Seriously, Yeji?” you mumble as you pull apart the blue foil. “You just had to pick the brand named after a bird?” It doesn’t stop you from popping the chocolate into your mouth though.
“They were on sale!”
While you and Yeji bicker about Dove chocolate and how the universe is conspiring against you, Hyunjin answers the next question correctly. Yeji absentmindedly pushes his reward towards him.
“No chicken dinner for me?” he asks.
Jisung shakes his head. “Your question was easy. You get a pheasant instead. Or a quail. Any bird smaller than a chicken works.”
“A hummingbird then?” you suggest. You really need to stop thinking about that cake. “But I hear those aren’t that great.”
“You already ate every single crumb of that cake I gave you!” Jisung says, but there’s not a drop of displeasure in his tone. In fact, he seems rather happy that you liked it so much that you remembered about it. “All my hard work gone in five seconds.”
“You made her a cake?” Lia gasps in disbelief, secretive note checking forgotten. She’s in last place with only six points, so no one cares too much about her cheating. “What about us? We’re your study buddies too!”
Hyunjin and Yeji chorus their agreements, and you realize that he only shared his cake with you. He followed you out of the lecture hall and gave it to you in a plastic container, so you assumed that he also hand delivered a few slices to everyone else. Never mind that he oh-so-conveniently had a fork with him. Never mind that he sat with you at a bench and watched you try a few bites before devouring it all. Never mind all that.
Wait. Does this mean he likes you too?
You fold and unfold your discarded foil wrappers as you contemplate over this revelation, sneaking glances at Jisung all the while. He looks… normal. Infuriatingly so. Same carefree smile, same arguments with Hyunjin, same lackadaisical chair leaning even though he fell backwards that one time. How is one supposed to tell if someone actually likes you when said someone is the same all the time?
Jisung promises to bring something for the next study session to make up for not sharing his cake and continues on with the review game like nothing has happened. However, those thoughts are still in the back of your mind when the session ends. You have gained five more pieces of chocolate and no further information as to whether Jisung is actually into you or not. As per usual, you and he head to the bus stop together. It’s more crowded than last week since it’s only eight.
“Did you have a pheasant time today?” he asks, pausing next to a hedge.
You keep your eyes on the asphalt instead of looking at him. It’s much easier to pretend you’re calm when you don’t have vision of his face. “I see you discovered pheasants recently. And yes, it was fun. Thanks for making it.”
“You don’t want to crow about winning the game?” When you grimace — you did kind of want to point out how amazing your score was but now you don’t — he quickly adds, “Okay, okay. But you’re going to ace that quiz tomorrow.”
And you simply say, “I know,” because you are and because you have nothing else prepared to say.
It goes quiet, and with only the sounds of cars racing by, Jisung abruptly says, “This is a little awkward now. Or should I say… hawk-ward?”
You groan and break your staring contest with the road to give him an exasperated look. A mistake because he’s smiling so wide, squirrels would be jealous of his cheeks. He has no right to be so cute after those jokes. “Why do I feel like you searched up ‘bird puns’ online and are trying to insert them in every possible scenario?”
“Because I did and because I am.” He sighs in contentment. “Those were the best texts I’ve ever received. I’m never letting you forget it.”
You were right about that, and now you have verbal confirmation from the man himself. Another mediocre consolation prize you will gladly accept. But for now, you say, “Well, toucan play at that game, plague doctor Han Jisung.” The only perk of hearing all these wretched jokes is that you are now rather knowledgeable about them. Thank you, Seungmin, for making that one a few days ago.
“They looked just like finches!” he protests, but he’s laughing along, head tilted back. He sighs again. When he turns to face you again, his eyes are soft. “That was a pretty good one.”
“Seungmin came up with it.” There’s a warm feeling spreading across your chest, constricting your air flow and making all your blood rush to your cheeks. It was one compliment; why are you like this? What are you going to do if he keeps looking at you like that? You swiftly go back to the road, counting the number of cars that pass by. One, two, three, four…
And a gray bus pulling up to the curb.
“Bus is here,” you uselessly announce. Jisung follows you into the growing crowd surrounding the entrance. He hovers behind you as the two of you wait for the people in front to board, and his presence is more palpable than usual. “There’s a lot of people today,” you remark in a vain attempt to distract yourself.
“Yeah, everyone’s heading home for the day.” He pauses dramatically before adding, “The birds are all going back to their nest.”
The joke successfully snaps you out of your haze. “That’s not a real saying.”
“I think it should be. It makes perfect sense!”
“You’re—” As the line shuffles forward, you try to think of something bird related, but he beats to the punch.
“Cuckoo?”
It’s almost impressive how much time he has invested in annoying you. Does it make you fall for him more? No, not really, or so you try to convince yourself. It’s strangely endearing, just like everything about him. You merely answer, “Yes.”
He chuckles and nudges you forward up the steps of the bus.
Even though there’s a little bit of daylight left, Jisung walks you back to your apartment building. You’re not upset by this, but where was this chivalry two weeks ago after the first study session? You teasingly ask him about it, and he turns bashful. How unlike him.
“I thought you lived in my complex, for some reason. You were always at the bus stop before me, so I assumed you lived nearby. I didn’t know until I overheard you and Yeji talking about it,” he says, hiding himself with his collar.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” you say, stopping in front of the walkway to your building, “see you tomorrow then. Thanks for walking me back. Good night.”
The Jisung you’re used to seeing, is back with a mischievous smile and yet another joke. “Good night-ingale.”
You bite the inside of your cheek and try not to seem too amused by it. He’s not charming, not even a little bit. “That was awful.” It’s the smile, you tell yourself. No one should have one like that. It has too much power.
“Yet I can see you smiling at it.”
Remain calm. You can do that. You’ve faked this before, so why is your head not cooperating right now? Jisung really needs to stop looking at you with anything more than a neutral face. It’s bad for you, like really, really bad. No witty remarks at the ready is typical, but you can’t even think of anything to say.
After an excruciating five seconds, you manage to stammer out, “Good night.” Cheeks aflame and your heart threatening to pop out of you like a cuckoo clock, you roughly yank open the door and bolt up the stairs. You have too much adrenaline in you right now. Waiting for the elevator knowing that he could be observing your twitchy movements, would be too nerve wracking.
Ryujin asks if you’re alright when she sees you hunched against the kitchen counter, out of breath and muttering to yourself.
“I decided to take the stairs,” you say, which only partially explains your dishevelled state. “I’ll be alright. I think.”
“I’ll get you some water. You look like you're about to collapse.”
Then your phone chimes with a new message, and you decidedly won’t be alright.
8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: Did my nightingale pun quack you up that badly? 8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: Was it that ducking good? 8:22 PM [Jisung Bio]: :D
8:23 PM [Jisung Bio]: Anyway, good luck tomorrow. Sleep well and sweet dreams, morning lark
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There is no food in the fridge. Well, no proper food. A bag of spinach that expired three days ago but still seems okay, does not count. The same goes for the half empty jar of peanut butter, but Ryujin would likely disagree with that. There’s a reason why the jar is half empty. However, if you actually want to eat something for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow, you need to go shopping.
For some strange reason, it does not occur to you that you can run into Jisung at the grocery store. Jisung belongs in four locations: the bus stop, the lecture hall, the library, and the pizza place you saw him at last week. Not the dairy aisle on a Wednesday night.
“Hey.” You stop in front of him, basket at your feet and hands folded in front of you like the world’s worst defense. Heart, stop beating so fast.
Jisung looks up from his phone to search for the owner of the voice and brightens when he sees that it’s you. “Hey, morning lark.” He has taken to calling you that ever since he sent that particular message. You wish it produced another reaction from you besides pure bliss, but that is the price you pay for pretending to be still annoyed by his jokes. That’s how bad your crush on him now is; you are increasingly beguiled by the puns. “Oh, did you need milk?”
“Yeah.” You grab a blue carton with a picture of a smiling cow from the shelf and place it in your basket. In the meantime, you can’t help but peer into Jisung’s. There is a bag of chocolate chips and a packet of gelatin. “Is this stuff for tomorrow’s study session?”
He nods and grabs the same brand of milk as you did. You get a rush of excitement, much to your chagrin. It’s just milk, and this is the most popular brand too. “Yeah. Felix is trying a new recipe, so you guys get to have some of the failed ones too.”
“What is it? Cheesecake?”
“You’ll see,” he mysteriously says. Then he adds, “You’re gonna love it,” which immediately gives away the theme.
“It’s something to do with birds, isn’t it?”
“You’ll see.”
And when you do see, you’re wrong. Library food rules ignored, at each seat, Jisung has set a slice of layer cake topped with chocolate ganache, no bird motifs of any sort. You take your usual spot at the end of the table and find that yours is slightly larger than the others. Well, except for maybe Lia’s. He has to placate her sweet tooth and her disappointment of not being able to have hummingbird cake.
“Did I not get a message or something?” Hyunjin asks when he takes in the over-the-top display. “Is this a dinner party?”
“Isn’t this against the library’s rules?” Yeji asks as she surreptitiously looks around for any librarians. The surrounding tables of fellow students won’t care.
Jisung elects to not answer Yeji’s concerns. “This is tonight’s snack,” he proudly replies. “Also, Felix wants feedback on it.”
You cut a section off with the plastic fork and marvel at the airiness of the cake. It’s unlike anything you have ever had. The frosting in between the sponge layers is so light, and the ganache is so dark and rich. “This is really amazing. It’s so fluffy. Wow. Tell Felix that he really needs to consider culinary school.”
“Wanna guess what it’s called?”
“Isn’t this just an extra fancy vanilla cake?” you ask. You take another bite, but other than the chocolate ganache on top, you can only taste vanilla. “I don’t know. The… vanilla fluff cake?”
“Nope.” He leans forward, face inches away from yours, lips curled into a smirk, and slowly says, “Bird’s milk cake.”
This can’t be real. Birds don’t even produce milk. “No way. You’re lying.” Even as you say the words, they sound false to your ears. Jisung has made it his mission to find anything and everything bird-related for you, so you doubt he’s lying.
“It’s called this” — he holds up his phone screen — “in Russian. It translates to ‘bird’s milk.’”
Ptichye moloko.
“You convinced Felix to make this, didn’t you?” you say. What are the chances that Felix conveniently wanted to make bird’s milk cake without any nudging from Jisung? Absolutely none. You have never even heard of this dessert before, let alone by it’s Russian name, and you’re willing to bet that Jisung searched up ‘bird cake’ or something of that nature just for this. Maybe that’s how he found out about hummingbird cake too.
“It’s all for you, morning lark,” he cheerfully replies, winking at you. He leans back in his chair again, precariously balancing on the two back legs. “I knew you’d like it.”
Jisung is really not making this easy for you. Forget subtleties, he’s just shamelessly flirting with you now. And in the sanctity of the library of all places! In a poor attempt to save yourself from this mess, you unconsciously begin to slide down the chair, trying to shield your hot face with your raised shoulders. Lia notices this — one of the perks having sat next to you for nearly four weeks during lectures — and grabs your forearm.
“No melting,” she reminds you, “or else you’re going to hit your head on the seat again.”
“I wasn’t melting,” you protest as you wriggle back up. Slowly dying might have been a better descriptor. That wink shot arrows into your already fragile heart. “We’re gonna get in trouble if one of the librarians sees this.”
“Guess we should get started then,” Hyunjin says. Yeji, the only responsible one in the group, begins pulling out the textbook, and everyone laughs at her eagerness. “Not what I meant, but that too.”
After you’re done with the cake and while the others are preoccupied about the timeline of human evolution, Jisung whispers across the table, “Did you still like it?”
“Yeah. No hard feelings about the name because it was good,” you whisper back.
“I thought it would turn out like this, morning lark. I know you love free food too much to be mad.”
The nickname again. You rest your cheek against your palm in a vain attempt to tamp down the growing heat. “Can I get a different name, plague doctor?”
He’s not at all phased by his own nickname, which doesn’t bode well for any future snarky remarks from you. “What, you don’t like birds or something?” He blinks so innocently back at you that you have to stifle a giggle.
“Yeah, well, that’s the—”
“Hey, lovebirds,” Hyunjin interrupts, making you profusely blush and Yeji lightly laugh at the expression, “we’re gonna move on to the next section now. Is that okay?”
“It’s okay,” you reply even though you are most definitely not okay. Jisung, who you notice is uncharacteristically sheepish, echoes your sentiment.
It’s difficult not to stare at Jisung during the remainder of the study session. It seems to be true the other way around as well.
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You’re sober when you read the messages, but you don’t think Jisung was when he sent them. Oh, how the tables have turned.
3:02 AM [Jisung Bio]: Good morning morning lark!! 3:02 AM [Jisung Bio]: Winner winner chicken dinner remember? So yes or no?
3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: Or maybe yes or yes? 3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: I really want to go on a date with you 3:03 AM [Jisung Bio]: Not lying I swear
3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my mind and every time I see a bird, I think about you 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I bought grey goose because of you 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: [jisung’s_hand_holding_grey_goose_vodka.jpg] 3:04 AM [Jisung Bio]: I don’t even like it that much
3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: You make me dizzy sometimes and I don’t know what to do 3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: You’re probably sleeping so good night larky 3:05 AM [Jisung Bio]: Or morning
3:06 AM [Jisung Bio]: Fly high in your dreams!!!
He must have been wasted and under no responsible supervision because this is what you would have done if you were in his place. Does he not have a Seungmin in his life? Or a Ryujin? There’s a Felix, so where was he when all of this happened?
But forget about Jisung’s own problems.
He wants to go on a date with you. A real date, not a study date with three other people and fake quiz questions. If his words are to be taken literally, then one involving a chicken dinner. Possibly a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store, but a chicken dinner nonetheless.
He can’t stop thinking about you. All those bird jokes had you charmed, and all those cakes were baked with you in mind. They weren’t just for show. They were all about you.
You make him dizzy, which is hilarious because he does the same to you. He smiles at you so brightly, laughs so easily, and flirts so shamelessly that you never realized that you could ever make him feel that way.
And “fly high in your dreams?” You’re practically soaring in real life. Han Jisung, cute bio boy, plague doctor, pun enthusiast, surprisingly decent baker, wants to go on a date with you.
You, you, you!
While you alternate between hyperventilating and forgetting how to breathe as you process all this, three gray dots appear at the bottom of the chat. You clutch your phone as you wait. Apparently, your body is on the ‘forgetting how to breathe’ cycle.
11:14 AM [Jisung Bio]: I am so sorry about that. I was very drunk when I sent that
11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: You can just ignore them or delete them 11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: Highly recommend deleting 11:15 AM [Jisung Bio]: Also sorry if I woke you up
Your fingers hover over the keyboard. Should you answer him over text, call, or in-person? Is in-person too dramatic though? You feel like something like this is supposed to be done face-to-face, but he’s probably hungover beyond belief.
11:16 AM [Me]: It’s okay. A morning lark is always up early anyway :) 11:16 AM [Me]: Were you serious though?
11:17 AM [Jisung Bio]: Can we meet up in an hour? At the bus stop? I want to talk to you 11:17 AM [Me]: Yeah. Me too
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The bus stop is neutral territory or maybe just the closest meeting spot you and Jisung have. If it’s supposed to be neutral territory, it most definitely is not since his apartment complex is right behind it. Despite his close proximity to the spot, you arrive first, so you make yourself as comfortable as possible underneath the sign, standing in its shadow. It’s silly when you think about it, but you wish you dressed in something nicer than a hoodie. In your rush to leave the apartment, you threw on whatever, but maybe you should have worn something prettier for this confrontation. Make Jisung go dizzy and gain a little bit of power from that.
This is even worse than when you had to face him after you sent your drunk texts. At least then it was just a middling attraction and not a full-on crush.
“Hey, morning lark. You’re early. As expected.”
“Hey. You’re… alive.”
Jisung is strangely fresh-faced, not a hint of hungover clouding around him. Why can’t you look like him after a night of seemingly heavy drinking? Where are the pinched eyebrows from the blinding lights? The ghostly gray face? The haunted eyes as one remembers all the incredibly stupid things they did the night before? Unfair. Completely unfair.
“Yeah.” He’s wearing his usual sweatshirt, but his hands are stuffed into its pockets instead of being out and about. He rocks back and forth on his heels. “Well, uh, I meant everything I sent. And I’m serious about taking you to dinner, so do you want to go on a date with me?”
You anticipated this. Why does it feel like you have just finished running a marathon? “Yeah, I do. I really want to.”
He smiles so brightly, the sun would be jealous. Correction, should be jealous. You don’t think you’ve seen a prettier sight than this since he sat down next to you on the first day of class and asked if you wanted to start a study group. He pumps his fist in the air like he’s a movie character, and you hide your laugh behind your hoodie sleeve. You’ve never seen him so happy before.
“How are you not hungover?” you ask as he raises his face to the sky, taking in the afternoon light, basking in the moment. He’s really living his movie character dreams. “You said you were really drunk.”
“I kind of lied?” he says, sounding more wistful than you would expect. When he looks back at you, you finally see dark circles underneath his eyes, but he is still as jubilant as before. “I was more tipsy than drunk. So, when do you wanna get that chicken dinner, winner, winner?”
It’s amazing how shy, excited Jisung disappears and how the usual casual, teasing Jisung reappears. That’s his Jekyll and Hyde moment, you suppose. And the switch is all activated by his one-track mind of bird jokes. How wonderful.
“Next week, after midterms? I’ve got two this week to study for. I should be free on Friday night.”
He enthusiastically nods. “Sounds good to me.”
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2:57 PM [Me]: I’m done with all my midterms! Are you free tonight?
2:59 PM [Jisung Bio]: Free as a bird :D 2:59 PM [Jisung Bio]: Also congrats on being done 2:59 PM [Me]: I hate you
3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: So chicken dinner? The restaurant next to the pizza place just opened 3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: I heard it’s really clucking good 3:00 PM [Jisung Bio]: A hen out of hen
3:01 PM [Me]: I might actually kill you during our date
3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: Don’t you mean 3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: [flock_of_crows.jpg] 3:02 PM [Jisung Bio]: Murder :D
3:05 PM [Jisung Bio]: I’ll see you at 6? 3:05 PM [Me]: See you then
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You do not end up murdering Jisung on your date, though you do come pretty close after you audibly ask the ground to swallow you up when he compliments your egg-cellent outfit.
“Swallow?” he slyly says. “Like the bird?”
Instead of committing a crime, you kiss him on the cheek, effectively silencing him. You’ve been waiting to do both those things for some time now, and look at you now, killing two birds with one stone.
Jisung turns a delightful shade of pink and mutters something about needing to get to the restaurant before it gets too crowded. All of his bluster from just five seconds ago is gone. You merrily follow him down the pavement, feeling a little bit like the cat who swallowed the canary.
Yes, you did search up bird expressions beforehand. Jisung will be Jisung, and like you told him before, toucan play at this game. You will not spend your first date with him being humiliated by his large repertoire of puns. Besides, if he retaliates like you expect him to, you will have the perfect excuse to kiss him again.
See? No fowl play at all.
Then he takes your hand into his, his warmth enveloping yours, and everything suddenly isn’t fair again.
And based on his all-too-pleased grin, Jisung knows this as well.
~ ad.gray
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allisonlol · 3 years
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Hello!!It's me again haha,i really love your writing <3 Can i request a romantic Nikolai x reader? (can include nsfw too if that's all right <3) tsym have a nice day!!
a/n: yay welcome back !! thank u for the compliment and ofc i will write that for you !! i’m a sucker for romantic scenarios so i love this request omg
warnings: mostly fluff, some explicit nsfw under the cut
Nikolai x Reader
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(if you look up “beautiful” in the dictionary there will a picture of this man)
but let’s begin !!
we all know that typically nikolai is just,,,very sporadic & all over the place 😭
however !!
there are also times when he’s very vulnerable, especially around you
during these times he is SO SOFT
he won’t tease you as much (like he usually does) but instead will compliment & flatter you
“have i mentioned how beautiful you look today, my dove?”
he calls u his dove because he thinks of you as his freedom 🥺
nikolai also loves showing affection for you through physical intimacy
he likes to kiss the back of your hand a lot (this started out as a joke but both of y’all grew to love it 😭)
or he’ll kiss ur forehead <3 he has to bend down slightly to do this since he’s so tall shdgjsns 😳
almost always has an arm around your shoulder
during these soft times he loves to bring you on more serious & romantic dates
the two of you go to one of those super formal restaurants, like the ones with the balcony seating and the tea lights
he pays for everything ofc
omg the way he looks at you the whole time is just so cute,,,his eyes light up and he smiles and looks so happy 😭
on the way home you guys hold hands and RUN down the city sidewalks,,,it is nikolai after all so he probably turned it into a race or something 💀
if you get tired he will gladly carry you the rest of the way home since he is such a gentleman 🙏🏻 (only for u tho)
generally i’d characterize nikolai as a pretty rough and sadistic person during sex
however
when he’s in his softer & more romantic moods it’s totally different
he’s so gentle pls
will hold ur face in his hands and ask if what he’s going to do is okay
we stan a consent king 🥰
two words: HAND HOLDING !!!
he loves to hold ur hands throughout the whole thing and be as close to you as possible <3
missionary position bc its more romantic and he can see ur face
the pace starts off pretty slow, gradually getting a bit faster especially when he’s nearing his end BUT he tries his best to stay gentle & not hurt you
…y’all i’m simping for my own writing
I JUST KNOW HE HAS THE NICEST MOANS OMGG
like the soft and breathy ones,,,🛐
at the end of it all he’ll just press his forehead to yours and smile bc he loves you so much
beyond this point he’ll gradually start to get chaotic again but the aftercare is still 10/10
will totally understand if u are tired and want to go to bed right away
nikolai will stay awake for awhile after u fall asleep tho, just playing with your hair and admiring how cute u look <3
a/n: i didn’t proofread this so if there’s any mistakes FORGIVE ME, it’s my second time writing this since the first time it all got deleted 🥲 hope u enjoyed tho !! i love writing for himmm
songs i listening to while writing: judas and bad romance by lady gaga
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Thank you!
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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years
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𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡
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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) a part two of OnlyFans where Steve takes them up on their offer would be 🥵🤤
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+minors dni, threesome! (my first time writing one im scared), also it’s uh… it’s a lot. it’s probably the filthiest thing i’ve written; so out of my comfort zone so go easy
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got a lot of people in my inbox asking about a part two but holy shite balls ive never written something like this omggg i can’t believe it aviajbgvi8gahahaha, anyways plz don’t let this flop i worked really hard to write this and imma cry if it does
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Steve sat on the bed nervously. He had no idea what came over him agreeing to this.
“Are you ok?” you asked him softly as Peter set the camera up.
“Yeah, just out of my element; very out of my element.”
“You can always say no; at any time. Even after we film and take pictures, you decide that you don’t want this out there we’ll delete it right away. I promise,” you reassured.
“Thank you, but I want this. I don’t trust anyone more than you two to do this with.”
Peter looked up from the camera and smiled at you both; he wasn’t gonna lie, he was really excited when Steve came up to them saying he wanted to be a part of this. He was expecting you and Steve to do something together but when he asked Peter to also be a part of it he was very ecstatic and aroused about it.
“Ok,” you cupped his face.
“Well the camera’s ready if you want to start slow, maybe some pictures first?” Peter suggested.
“Sure, you’re the experts,” Steve shrugged.
“Ok, Pete, what should we do first?” you turned to your boyfriend.
“Well, maybe we can shoot some of just you guys, and then just me and you, and after all three of us,” he said standing behind the camera.
“Sounds like a plan,” you went up quickly to Peter and kissed before turning back to Steve holding a mischievous gleam in your eyes and made him feel wanton.
You slowly walked closer to Steve, your hands reaching for the tie that held your silk robe together and unveiled the most sexiest lingerie set that Steve’s ever laid his eyes on. His eyes could help themselves staring directly at your nearly exposed chest. You noted his inner battle to not reach out and touch without permission and Peter chuckled from behind.
“You can touch her, Steve. She doesn’t mind, do you princess?”
“Not at all,” you whispered sensually.
Steve reached out and pulled you close to his body. He sported simply a pair of black boxers and a black leather choker with a silver ring in the center. You curled your finger over the silver ring and pulled him closer to your face. Peter saw this as a great shot and the shutter of the camera alerted Steve pulling him out that momentary spell you have on him.
“It’s ok,” you whispered against his lips.
Steve swallowed audibly shoving his nerves down before bringing his large hands up your thighs. You smiled beautifully and teased him barely brushing your lips against Steve’s. As Peter continued snapping pictures, he was embarrassed to admit that he was growing hard at the sight of you teasing Steve; biting his lip having to remind himself to keep snapping pictures.
Steve was slowly getting the hang of things and trailed his hand up your front to wrap harshly around your throat. You giggled at the feeling making direct contact with the lens putting on, which wasn't hard at all, your sexist face before all three of you bursted into giggles.
“Too much?” Steve chuckled.
“No, it was perfect,” you giggled.
You took some more pictures; you sat between Steve’s legs looking innocently into the camera and you could see the visible tremble in Peter’s legs. Another was you sitting with your back against Steve’s chest, his lips pressing faintly to your skin and his hands wrapping around your body closely both looking into the camera seductively.
“These are fucking hot, guys. People are gonna lose their shit,” Peter told you guys.
“How ‘bout one more,” you winked at Peter.
You crawled over Steve straddling his waist and pressing your hands against his pecs. He leaned back on his elbow, his expression taken back yet aroused and excited. Peter watched carefully, his finger resting on the button to snap the perfect shot. You rubbed your nose along Steve’s and you could feel his breath quicken.
You pressed your lips against his and lightly grinded down on his crotch feeling his large member poking your center. Steve fluttered his eyes closed as his lips moved against yours softly moaning. You pulled away to find his cheeks reddened and his eyes blown out with lust. You crawled off but Steve pulled you back in already addicted to your taste.
“Alright hands off, it’s my turn,” Peter walked up, making you giggle.
Peter practically pounced on you once Steve stumbled his way to the camera; waddling from his raging erection.
“You look so fucking sexy; I haven’t gotten to tell you,” Peter whispered in your ear.
“Thank you; you still ok with this?” you asked him.
“Of course I am,” he grinned.
“I figured, considering you’re hard as a rock under these,” you pressed his erection firmly with your hand making his groan lowly and shifting his hips.
He kissed you ravishly and Steve snapped the shots quickly. He shifted from side to side attempting to take his mind off of his painfully boner but the sight you and Peter practically devouring each other’s mouths was incredibly arousing.
Peter’s hand cupped your breasts squeezing the flesh softly pulling soft barely audible moans from you. Peter laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly looking sensually at the camera. You arched your back and pointed your toes for effect but that didn’t take away from how Peter’s lips felt so good against your burning skin.
“Hey Stevie,” Peter practically purred.
“Why don’t you start recording and come help me please our little princess,” Peter’s words made your skin break into chills.
Steve practically skipped to the bed after pressing record and you made little grabby hands to pull him into a kiss. He came over your head and pressed his lips against yours placing his hand on your breast while Peter’s resting on your other one. Your lips tasted so sweet and they felt so velvety Steve could spend eternity against your lips and not complain.
“Fucking hell, so pretty,” Steve whispered.
Peter’s one goddamn lucky kid, he thought.
He lifted you by your shoulders and sat behind you as Peter continued to kiss down your legs pulling your panties down your legs. Steve rubbed your arms softly before circling your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.
As Steve pressed kisses to your neck Peter pressed kisses to your inner thighs and you could do was breathe heavily and indulge in the attention. Peter slowly licked from the bottom of your entrance grazing your clit with his tongue and you tossed your head back on Steve fluttering your eyes closed. Steve’s hand moved up to wrap firmly around your throat and nibbled on your ear.
“Look at him baby girl. I want you to look at him as he makes you fall apart,” Steve said, his voice laced with lust and domination making you whimper pathetically.
“You sound so fucking pretty for daddy, don’t you,” Steve spoke smoothly; you hadn’t thought of him much of a talker, let alone any other kinks and honestly it make your knees weak.
Peter on the other hand, was having way too much fun. He brought his fingers and circled them teasing you just a bit. You always made the prettiest whines when he did and he knew your viewers loved it too.
Painstakingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked harshly on your clit making you squirm and wiggle under him. It took him a while but he realized your moans and cries sounded muffled and when he flashed his eyes open he saw Steve’s thick fingers in your mouth as you sucked on them lewdly.
Your eyes were still trained on Peter and he moaned against your core; the vibrations stimulating you more, tightening your muscles and tears brimming your eyes. Your toes curled and your legs squeezed Peter’s head but he didn’t stop his assault on your core. Your legs started shaking and you could hear Steve’s dark chuckled low in your ear. He took his fingers out from your mouth and you practically screamed from the overstimulation. You pushed Peter off you, tears falling down your cheeks. There was a prominent wet spot left on the silk red sheets and Peter’s chin and mouth were covered in your arousal.
“Come here, handsome,” Steve reached for the back of Peter’s neck and kissed him sloppily, tasting you on his lips; both moaning in arousal. You could feel Steve’s sizable erection poking your back firmly as you stared up to the boys who kissed beautifully. You felt yourself calm down a bit and Peter and Steve pulled away before Peter attached his lips to yours.
“Holy shit,” you said, making the boys chuckle breathlessly.
“You did good, baby. But I think you can do more yeah? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”
“Yes,” you whimpered.
“Yes, what?” Peter said, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
You leaned forward again pressing a brief and chaste kiss to your boyfriend. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and whined like a brat before you felt Steve’s hand strike your cheek suddenly. You and Peter never dove into the spanking territory so it caught both of you by surprise; a good surprise though.
“Hey Petey, you gonna let daddy fuck your little girlfriend? I’m dying to feel how good this pussy feels.”
“She’s perfect,” Peter said looking lovingly into your eyes. You smiled shyly at him and felt yourself grow bashful at the compliment. You peered behind you quickly shooting Steve a wink before you wiggled your ass. Steve chuckled, smacking your ass playfully making you gasp before giggling.
He pushed his boxers down and gripped his aching cock desperate for attention. You felt his tip brushing against your hole and you whimpered clenching around nothing. You scratched your nails over Peter’s abs, digging harshly when Steve pushed himself past your folds.
Although Peter was already big and you loved it so very much, Steve did feel substantially bigger; almost too much. You hissed, breathing sharply through gritted teeth and Steve rubbed his hands gently over your back. Peter also soothed you pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and whispering praises.
“You’re taking him so well baby.”
“Such a pretty girl, aren’t cha.”
“You look so fucking sexy, princess.”
“Fuck,” you cried.
You practically clawed at Peter’s boxers pulling his dick out. You wrapped your hand around it and pumped up and down his shaft pulling quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure. You leaned down finally wrapping your lips around the tip of Peter’s aching cock making toss his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock so good baby,” Peter rubbed your head softly.
You moaned softly around him resting your hands on his thighs. Steve continued his languid thrusts in you pulling soft moans from you that stimulated Peter even more bringing him closer to his release. Steve’s pace sped up little by little until his thrusts became sloppy and wild practically jostling you around like a rag doll.
“Holy shit, Pete. Your girl feels amazing.”
“She really does; my little angel,” your stomach fluttered at the compliments.
“She’s so warm, and wet. God, such a perfect little pussy,” Steve smacked your ass making you shudder under his touch and moaned around Peter’s dick.
Peter’s legs began to shake and not long after you felt the hot ribbons of cum spurting down your throat. You released his dick with a pop before pressing lights kisses to Peter’s tip and down his shaft to his hips. You look seductively at Peter who carried a blissed expression but your own expression didn’t last long.
Steve grabbed your hair harshly pulling you up flush against his front. Peter chased you, standing to his knees in front you pressing kisses and nipping at the skin along your collarbones. He snaked his hand down and swiftly circled your clit making you scream.
“Fuck!”
Sweat lined your forehead lightly and you breathed unbelievably heavily; whimpering pathetically in both their arms. Steve groaned lowly in your ear, chasing his orgasm as yours approached quickly too. He whispered obscene things in your that only you and Peter could hear, almost like he wanted that to be your little dirty secret.
Eventually, your body spasmed between two bodies and you damned near screamed in pleasure. Stars clouded your vision and your eyes rolled back from euphoria. Your back arched pressed your hardened nipples against Peter's chest.
“Come on, princess; one more,” Steve grumbled. He quickly tore his boxers off his body as did Peter hardly giving you time to recover from your shattering high.
“I can’t,” you whimpered.
“Yes, you can, pretty girl. I know you can. You’ve been doing such a good job for me and Stevie,” Peter soothed.
Your knees rested on either side of Steve thighs; your back against his chest as you faced Peter. Steve pumped his cock quickly circled it around your tight hole making you shiver with anticipation. Peter wedged his legs between yours and Steve somehow before lining his own dick with your folds.
You felt Steve’s hands resting on your hips and Peter’s on your waist right above Steve’s. They peppered skins and whispered praises to you waiting for you to give them some kind of signal that you were ready.
This was completely new territory to you and you didn’t really prepare much prior to now. You steady your breathing and relaxed against the bodies that pressed softly against you. You briefly nodded your head and Peter pushed himself into you knowing you could at least handle him like you have hundreds of times before.
This was of course very familiar to you. You and Peter had sex many, many times and you love the familiar feeling. His cock stretching you out just right, the pressure already building with how big he was. But when it was Steve’s turn, your body instinctively tensed.
“Relax, princess. I gotcha, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve nibbled on your ear.
“I know,” you bit your lip.
Peter pressed his forehead against yours and whispered softly so only you and Steve could hear his voice.
“You can always tap out and we’ll edit the video, ok? Your comfort and pleasure is most important to us.”
“Yes, I’d hate myself if I were to hurt you,” Steve whispered too.
“Ok, I’m ok.”
Steve undid your bra that you still wore and Peter tossed to the side. Steve kissed between your shoulder blades cupping your breasts from behind; he played with your nipples, pinching and twisting your perked buds. He gathered the slick that oozed from you and his own precum circling your puckered hole. He slowly pushed in making you gasp and hiss sharply. Peter kissed you softly and as Steve slowly bottomed out.
The two boys stayed still as you adjusted to the extremely new feeling. Your stomach fluttered from nerves but also arousal. You eventually couldn't take the stillness and whimpered, begging for someone to move.
Steve and Peter moved in rhythm with one another and you moaned loudly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Your bit your lip harshly; probably enough to draw blood. You were beginning to feel tired at this point but the pleasure building in your stomach felt like none other.
“Feel so fucking good, princess. So tight,” Steve mumbled.
“Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned.
“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock fucking that tight hole?” Peter mocked.
“Yes! Ugh!” you cried out.
“How she feel, Steve?” Peter asked.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out. Steve leaned over your shoulder to press his lips briefly to Peter and you watched closely with pure adoration for the boys. That quickly subsided when Steve and Peter shifted your hips slightly hitting new angles making you moan loudly again.
You moved like a ragdoll becoming exhausted, whimpering and whining. Steve groaned loudly biting your shoulder and Peter crashed his lips against yours. Everything became sloppy and messy. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. The pleasure was too distracting; all three of you forgot about the camera.
“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you squeaked.
“Let go, baby girl. Cum all over Pete’s cock,” Steve practically growled in your ear.
Tears brimmed your eyes and you suddenly became hyper aware of everything at once. The feeling of fours hands rubbing everywhere all over your body just right. Both cocks stretch you perfectly drastically and you feel like you were being split in half. The delicious feeling of both their lips trailing your hot skin. It was all enough to push you, no throw you off the edge.
Your orgasm ripped through you and you shook between their bodies. The boys grunted and with closed eyes rutted their hips in you one last time simultaneously, coating your walls in their hot white cum.
You looked lazily into the camera before smiling tiredly and relaxing completely in the boys’ arms. They breathed against your skin heavily, desperately catching their breaths. You brushed your fingers through Peter’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Your other hand traced small shapes into Steve’s hips behind you, bringing goosebumps to his skin.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, Peter removed himself slowly from you and turned the camera off swiftly.
“I think that was a great shot,” he said, tiredly making you and Steve chuckle.
“Take care of our princess; I’m gonna get some things to clean up. And you, just rest. You did so amazing,” Peter kissed you before disappearing into the bathroom.
Steve’s hands ran over your skin softly before carefully lifting your tired body off of him. He moved extremely slowly, extra careful pulling himself out to not hurt you although you hissed from the soreness that was already apparent in your body.
He flipped you delicately so you rested on your back and he pressed soft kisses all over you making you giggle and squirm a bit under him. Peter came out and picked you up bridal style to carry to you to the bathroom where he ran a bath for you; something he always did after a recording. Steve was preparing to leave with a waddle in his step when Peter stopped him.
“Don’t leave before she gets out. Here, help me with the bed and putting things away.”
They quickly put their boxers on and Peter put the camera away, setting it on the desk for later. He ran to the closet as Steve removed the sheets placing them in the laundry basket by the closet. He helped Peter change the sheets to a light color that was a complete contrast to what was there before. It was definitely more fitting for you and Peter though.
You bathed yourself basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever experienced. If you were being honest with yourself, you really hoped that Peter and Steve would be up to the idea of doing this again, even without a camera or for anyone. You’ve always thought of Steve as a very attractive and amazing person; someone that you and Peter often gushed over together.
You couldn’t bother to think about it anymore as the tiredness was becoming too much; unable to think much about anything but a comfy warm bed. You struggled to  get yourself out from the tub wary that Peter would scold for doing so but whatever. You wrapped yourself in a warm robe that Peter left for you and walked slowly to the doorway watching Peter and Steve practically giggling like teenagers as they changed the sheets.
“I thought I told you you were supposed to wait for me to help you. What if you got hurt getting out? You could’ve slipped.”
“I’m sorry,” you pouted, walking over to Peter who just couldn’t be mad at you.
“You ready to sleep baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.
You undid your robe opting to stay nude tonight. You noticed Steve wasn’t joining you in bed and seemed like he felt out of place.
“You want to stay here tonight?”
“I don’t want disturb-”
“You’re not,” you interrupted, making grabby hands at him. He smiled softly before climbing in bed with you and you snuggled between both of your boys.
“Thank you, Stevie,” you pressed your lips to his before finally shutting your tired eyes.
Steve and Peter held you closely between them tracing patterns onto your silky skin. Steve kept his eyes trained to the ceiling and he could tell that Peter wasn’t asleep yet.
“So, when’s the video gonna come out?” he asked quietly.
“Well, usually we take the night to recover but after just now we might need a couple days,” Peter chuckled as did Steve.
“But then, we’ll edit the pictures all week and the video or videos. And after a couple weeks of promotion and letting people know about the upcoming release, we publish and let the money rack up. If you want we can give you fifty of the profit we make from this. It really means a lot that you did this for us,” Peter turned to look at Steve.
“It’s nothing. Was something I wanted to try being in this new century and all; you guys gave me the perfect opportunity and wouldn’t have trusted anyone else,” Steve said sincerely.
“You know, we wouldn’t say no if you wanted to keep doing this. Without the camera, you know?” Peter said shyly.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ relationship. Besides, I’m an old man. You guys don’t want that,” Steve chuckled.
“Nothing about what we just did says old man; you’re far from that. And like you said it's the new century, but if it’s not something you want we respect that.”
“And if it is?”
“Well, then we can talk tomorrow morning; I’m more than sure this one isn’t gonna mind not one bit. She never stops talking about you, granted neither do I but-”
“You two talk about me?” Steve smirked.
“Uh- maybe once or twice,” Peter stuttered, suddenly feeling shy.
“What do you two talk about?” Steve teased.
“Fuck off, man,” Peter defended making him chuckle.
“Goodnight, Peter,” Steve said, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s.
“Goodnight, Steve.”
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moonlitapollo · 3 years
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Peas in a pod (Yandere! Vmin)
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Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, breaking in, manipulation, threats, creepiness, pls lmk if i’ve missed anything
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Waking up to the feeling of warmth surrounding you is usually pleasant. Your covers and sunlight keeping you warm through the frosty mornings: divine. But an unknown warmth, very likely to be related to the suffocating feeling of arms wrapped around you, is not something you want to wake up to. Especially not when you live alone.
That doesn’t mean that you’re not used to this feeling, however. Your least favourite stalker (because the universe decided one wasn’t bad enough) was, after all, the clingy type. To the extreme.
“Jimin. Get out.”
You feel his form shake a little- laughter.
He purrs, “Baby, I don’t know what you mean. Get out of your bed? Your house? ...You?” You freeze, breath still as you focus your gaze lower down. Jimin chuckles once more, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m kidding. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“If Taehyung was here-”
Jimin covers your mouth with his palm, eyes wide with alert. He leans over, making up for his uncoiled arm and the subsequent millimetre of space between you. “You can’t say that. It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair, dove?” Taehyung stands in the doorway for a few seconds, before quickly approaching. He climbs into the bed on Jimin's side, knowing that he wouldn’t refuse the company. You, his angel, just might, and he’s not ready to risk that. “Why are you covering Y/n’s mouth? Stop that.”
It’s always funny to you to see Taehyung bossing Jimin around, given he’s so careful with you. He won’t do a single thing without your firm permission. Except for stalking, apparently. And breaking into your house! But he was still your favourite of the two stalkers. Luckily, it tended to be Taehyung that made the decisions for the two of them.
“Jimin was feeling a little down last night, so I suggested we spend a little time with you, angel.” Taehyung explains. Perhaps his answer would be acceptable if they hadn’t broken in. “We had meant to leave before you woke up...Sorry.” Jimin makes a noise of protest, and Taehyung chuckles softly. “The reason we didn’t leave was because you seemed to be having a nightmare. It would’ve plagued our minds otherwise, so we decided to stay and cheer you up too.”
You sigh, “Ah, well, then there’s no need for you to stay longer. Leave.”
Jimin’s face comes far too close to yours. “Does that mean we cheered you up? You should invite us over more often, Y/n! It’s incredibly rude that our girlfriend-”
“Jimin, we talked about that.” Taehyung hisses. Of course, he’s not one to get angry at his lover, not ever, but he’s certainly more strict with Jimin than he is with you. You suppose they believe they’re still in the process of ‘wooing’ you, something they will never advance from if you can help it.
“I didn’t invite you.” You sigh.
Jimin doesn’t waste a second, “Yeah, but are you glad we came?” You shake your head. “Are you at least a little bit overjoyed that we’re cuddling?” You shake your head. “Taetae made you breakfast, that has to mean something, right?”
You pause, nodding slightly. At least that’s useful.
This seems to be the wrong answer, however, as Jimin bursts into tears. “It’s always Taehyung over me. Y/n, you’re supposed to love us both! You’re not being a good girlfriend!”
“Minnie…” Taehyung pulls the elder to his side, cradling the sobbing man against him. His hands run soothing circles across Jimin’s back, hushing words of comfort. “Of course Y/n loves you, our angel loves us both. She’s just not ready yet. We need to give her time, remember, we talked about this.”
It makes you sick. The pair must genuinely believe the words Taehyung utters, for it seems to actually help Jimin calm down. As if his delusion fuelled fit was just a moment of insecurity, a brief hindernace.
Taehyung’s eyes meet with yours. He stares hard, searching. He must believe in those delusions too. If he’s expecting you to confirm them, he’s worse than you thought.
Finally, he speaks. “Can we stay for breakfast, angel? I promise we’ll leave you alone after that. We know you have to work.”
“If you don’t have breakfast with us we’ll just have to wait here until dinner.” Jimin jutts in, turning his head just enough to show you his tear stained eyes.
It isn’t the guilt that makes you accept, but rather, the thinly veiled threat. You’re sure Taehyung would’ve scolded him if he didn’t desperately want to stay too.
“Thank you, Y/n. I made enough for all of us, I’ll go and fetch it.” He looks as though he’s actually shaking with ecstasy. Taehyung’s gaze trails back to Jimin, taking a softer tone. “Do you want to go with me or stay with Y/n?”
“I need to check something with our baby. You’ll be okay carrying everything, right, Taetae?” Jimin sniffles once, looking rather pitiful. Taehyung assures him quickly that he’s fine, and that Jimin should relax. Seems as though the man has Taehyung under his control entirely. It’s terrifying to think that’s the state Jimin wishes to have you in soon.
Taehyung leaves, and you’re left alone with the monster once more. His tears have vanished quickly, you note. Jimin shuffles around, rolling over your bed to reach your phone on the nightstand. He enters the password himself, something you’ve given up on changing. They figure it out every time anyway. Jimin moves so he’s sat beside you, and rests his head on your shoulder. You should do something about it. You should, you know that, but the pair leave you paralysed with fear whenever they come close.
You watch carefully as Jimin scrolls through the contents of your phone, pausing occasionally to inspect something a little closer. If he deems it important enough, he takes a screenshot and sends it off to his phone. A conversation you’d recently had with your sister about a show you like watching, a selfie you’d taken the other day. Jimin turns to you suddenly, holding the phone up in front of your faces. You feel his lips touch your cheek, see the flash from your phone, and only then do you realise what he’s doing.
“Delete that.” You demand shakily. Jimin just grins at you, proceeding to save the selfie as his contact picture.
He hums, sending it to both his and Taehyung’s numbers. “Taetae would probably faint before he could actually kiss you, he’s so silly, but if you were the one to kiss him...I’m sure he’d be very happy.”
“I’m not doing that.” You state, doing your best to sound firm on the issue, you can’t let your fear show.
“Why not? It’s just a kiss on the cheek! And he’s been stressed recently, I really think it would cheer him up…” He stares at you, as if you’re about to change your mind, and he’s just waiting for that moment. “If you kiss him, I’ll leave your sister alone.”
The air feels sharp. “What?”
“Your sister. You know, I watched that show too, but you don’t talk to me about it. Isn’t that her fault? If she were gone…”
“...If Taehyung knew I was forced to do this, he wouldn’t want it.”
Jimin laughs, hard. “Then I’ll get in trouble, won’t I? He’d probably drag me out of here if he knew, right? You wouldn’t have to see either of us for a while. If that’s what you think will happen, go ahead and try. Bonus! Your sister doesn’t die if you kiss him!”
You hear Taehyung’s footsteps approaching, and Jimin climbs off the bed, opening the door and helping Taehyung carry the dishes he's balanced in his hands. You each settle with a plate and fork in your hands, the pair joining you looking far more comfortable than you are. Taehyung sits beside you, alternating between eating his food and staring at you adoringly. Jimin eats happily, as if he’s snacking on popcorn at a movie.
Fuck it. You can’t risk your sister being caught up in whatever Jimin has planned, you can’t do that to her. It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. You should be braver, care less about the consequences of standing up to them. But you’re so scared.
You take a deep breath, gathering all the courage you have before darting your head forwards and pressing your lips to Taehyung's cheek. Just once, as fast as possible. Your eyes are closed, and you’re breathing heavily, already working on burning the memory away. You suspect it won’t be so easy.
“Y-Y/n…?” Taehyung whispers. Your eyes fall open, desperately trying not to look at Jimin’s knowing grin. You can deal with Taehyung- he's the nicer one, right? “Y-you…”
“Thank you!” You force the words out. “For breakfast, I mean. I didn’t know how else to…”
“You kissed me.” Taehyung says. His voice no longer holds that shaky tone, the sense of fear. He smiles, wide, grabbing your hands. What is this? Taehyung never does this. “You kissed me! Angel, you-...you like me...you like us! You do, don’t you? Oh, my angel, have you been hiding your feelings all this time? It must’ve been so hard.”
“Right?” Jimin winks at you. “You poor thing.”
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angelsdevils · 3 years
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Hara x Chubby! Reader
Title: Change Fluff NO Warning
Hara watched as you played volleyball with your team, he had his eyes on you the entire time. The way the spandex shorts clung to you, and the way your thighs jiggled when you dove for the ball. It was hot everything, especially when you ran, your breasts bounced up and down. His teammates knew of his small crush on you because after every practice he would go just to see you. You never showed any interest in him, but damn it he tried every time to get you to notice him. 
“When are you going to actually talk to her?”
“Hmm, today…”
“Really? You said that last time,” Yamazaki said shaking his head.
“Oh trust me, I am today. How can I not, damn look at her ass.”
“Something is telling me you won’t be doing much talking, but instead try getting in her pants.”
“It will be both… I really do like her. Her skin is so smooth and soft.”
“How do you know that?” Furuhashi asked and Hara glanced at him with a grin before popping his gum. 
“Well we have a project, and I brushed my hands across her arm.”
“That is creepy,” Hanamiya said. He never knew his teammate result into being weird to the girl he likes. He even had enough since to not touch a girl without their permission.
“It wasn’t like that, I tapped her because she had headphones in.”
“The way you worded was weird,” Yamazaki chimed on and Hara rolled his eyes. He knew they couldn’t see his eyes but he did it anyway.
“Whatever… anyway. I really do like her, I don’t just want her for sex.” 
“Really?”
“Yeah, if she asked me too. No if she even decides to start dating me I would delete every girl’s number,” his eyes followed your movement. In that moment you looked up at him, and you had a feeling he was staring at you. You averted your gaze before the coach had called a small break. 
“What are you doing here Hara?” You questioned and he popped his gum.
“Well I figured we could work on our project after practice.” 
“Mm sure, we have to go to my house though. If I don’t have the kitchen cleaned my mom is literally going to murder me.” You said and he nodded before grabbing your water bottle.
“Bingo.”
“Don’t do anything that will make her hate you.” 
“I won’t, I am not gonna do anything without her permission.” He said leaning against his hand watching as you talked with your teammates.
“(Y/N), are you really going to allow Hara go to your home?” 
“Yeah, we really do got to finish the project.”
“By the way he is staring at you, he has more than a school project on his mind.” She whispered and you glanced at her.
“I mean…. I wouldn’t completely object. I would give him a hard time, I mean look at him.”
“He is trouble, their basketball team plays dirty, and he has tons of girls numbers…”
“I know…”
“If anyone could make him change for the better at least relationship wise, its (L/N), “ your other friend said.
“What do you mean?”
“She has a special kind of love, that makes guys get drunk off of her. I think I seen even girls confess to her.”
“Don’t remind me…” the three of you laughed before the coach said that practice had to end early. You guys went to the girl’s locker room to change before waving to your friends.
“See you guys Monday…”
“Bye~ use protections.”
“Oh shut up!” You tossed a volleyball at one of the girls and they started laughing. You left sighing softly because you knew they would be the death of you. 
“Oi come on…” You said and Hara was by your side in an instant. You both walked to the train in silence. Hara was trying to sort his thoughts out before talking but he was struggling because he glanced down at you. The school uniform was a bit short because they really didn’t carry your size. So you were wearing a size smaller than normal. Even the top was a bit tight, which only made your bust size look bigger.
“I can feel you staring…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You just look so damn sexy…” He stated with that smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes but smiled.
“Thanks, I know I do…” He pushed his hands in his pockets, and he looked ahead. 
“Are you dating someone?” 
“Nope…” 
“Are you looking?”
“Not really, if something happens it happens.”
It fell quiet again as you both got on the train, it was a bit packed so Hara pulled you close to him. You didn’t mind, since you rather have his arms around you than someone try to hit on you. Things like that typically happened when the train was packed, and you hated it.
“If you want me to let go, I can.”
“No stay like this, until the train is no longer packed or we get off.”
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah, I always end up getting harassed and flirted with. At least you can scare them away,” you looked up with a grin and he smirked.
“I mean I could always pull you in for a kiss.”
“Only if its called for.”
“Fair enough…” you both fell quiet again, and you ended up leaning against Hara. You were actually pretty tired from practice, the coach had you guys do more laps than normal. Of course it was pre-training camp, you guys did more reps, laps and everything else than normal. 
“You okay?”
“Just tired, I will be fine.” Hara blew a bubble before he hugged you tighter to his chest. He kept his arms tighter around you before leaning down to your ear.
“You can lean against me.” 
“Mm kay.” You hugged him tightly before relaxing against his hold. 
After about thirty minutes, it was finally time for you guys to get off of the train, he let you go. You both got off, and headed to your house before you heard your phone go off. 
“Hey mom,”
“Hey, I won’t be home tonight.”
“Stuck at work?”
“Yes, as always just go into the jar and order food. Make sure your chores are done.”
“Okay, hey mom.”
“Yeah?”
“I have a classmate coming over, me and him have a school project to finish. Its the one worth a large part of our grade, is it okay if he comes over?”
“Yeah, as long as his parents are okay. Have his parents call me.”
“Okay will do.” You hung up and looked at Hara.
“Give your parents my moms number, so they can talk to her.” He nodded before contacting his parents, after a large circle it was settled that he would spend the night since it would be late by the time you guys finished.
“Our couch turns into a futon, so you can sleep there.” You walked into your home and he nodded his head.
“Seems good.” You both set your bags down and you grabbed your phone.
“What did you want to eat?” You asked and Hara grinned slightly.
“Are you on the menu?” 
“Maybe for dessert.” You responded and Hara was shocked and you looked at him.
“What? You asked… I replied.” 
“I wasn’t expecting you to respond like that. I was expecting to be slapped.”
“Under normal circumstances, probably. But I know you like me.”
“Was it that noticeable?”
“Yeah, you suddenly started coming to all of my volleyball practices, matches if you didn’t have a game. You also stare… a lot. Whether its in class, me walking pass, or practicing.”
“I didn’t realize I was caught, but can you blame me? I mean, look at you,” you had a small blush but laughed softly.
“Dork…” You decided to call for a large pizza, before two arms wrapped around your waist. You was soon pulled into his lap on the couch and he kissed your neck gently. He was testing the waters to see if you would reject him, which you did the first time.
“Stop that.”
“Why?” His hands began to travel down to your thighs and he gripped them.
“School project.”
“I don’t wanna do that right now, I rather do you…”
“Too bad, food is on the way.” You got out of his lap with a grin and he watched as you slid off of his lap and onto the floor. He sighed softly and sat beside you on the floor. You both began to focus on the project but Hara continued to glance at you.
“What is it Hara?”
“Well you know I like you…”
“I like you too, is that what you want me to confirm?”
“Yeah, thanks for clearing that up.” You laughed as he slid his arms around your waist with a grin. 
“Focus.” 
“Can I have a kiss first?” 
“Will you focus after?” 
“Promise.” You turned your head and placed your lips on his causing him to pull you onto his lap again. The way you kissed him, had you straddling his lap. You cupped his face gently as you moved your lips against his hands slid under your skirt before gripping your thighs. You parted slightly and he trailed his lips down to your neck, and began to suck hungrily on their.
“H-Hara…”
“Hmmm?” He pushed his hips upward causing you to moan softly. He parted from the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. 
“Work?” You asked but he hugged you tightly, but nodded.
“Yeah.” You pecked his lips but you didn’t remove yourself from him. He looked at you confused, but you couldn’t tell.
“On second thoughts, it can wait…” You said which caused him to perk up.
“Don’t get any ideas, we aren’t doing that…”
“Why?”
“Not right now…. we should wait.”
“For you, I can…” He said setting you off of his lap but kept his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest and you both just ended up cuddling until the food got there. You noticed he was on his phone and saw him deleting contacts.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t need these girls numbers anymore, I have you… wait we are dating right?”
“I don’t remember you asking me.”
“Will you go out with me?”
“Yes…” 
“Great, I can officially delete these numbers. I only need you…” 
“Gosh, I didn’t even do anything…”
“Didn’t have too, I have no intentions of breaking up with you.” 
“Doofus…”
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