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l1teraryangel · 2 years

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Halloween Haunts (Ch. 1)

Fall night winds, chilly on exposed flesh, billowed among trees and over the empty courtyard of Kobayashi High. The pathway leading to the front doors stretched before two individuals, blocked only by an iron gate and stone walls. Moonlight danced off both their hair, silvery light amplifying the colorless sheen.

The taller of the two, fair-skinned cheeks whipped red by the cool air, bounced from foot to foot and looked over his shoulder expectantly. “Where are they? Malik’s never late.”

“Calm down, Ya Amar. The tombkeeper is probably running behind thanks to Kek.” The second man, far darker despite his matching white hair, wrapped his arm around his partner’s waist. He pressed a chapped kiss on the other’s wind-abused cheeks. “Why don’t we go ahead and climb the gate? We can get out of the wind.”

“Maybe we… No, no. It’s fine, Bakhura. We can wait a few more minutes. It’s not three yet.” He checked his phone for the hundredth time. “As long as they’re here by three… We have more places to hit up after this, so we can’t waste too much time.”

Chuckling, Touzoku-Ou Bakhura blew a puff of hot air over his boyfriend’s reddened ear, delighted by the indignant squeak he received in return. “Ryou, Ryou, Ryou… You never change, do you, Ya Amar? So worked up for one day.”

Rather than wait for Ryou’s reply, he grasped the thin wrist and slid the cell phone back into his boyfriend’s pocket. Normally, Ryou would at least feign a timid response, flash a cheeky grin, entice him into a kiss… Tonight, however, there was too much excitement pumping through his occult-loving heart.

“Habibi, it’s not just a day,” He protested and grabbed his phone back, unlocking the screen impatiently. “It’s a once-a-year opportunity for the spirits of the dead to freely roam, to reach their most powerful form. We’ve got to explore this school, go visit the morgue, get to the graveyard…”

“All within an hour? Unlikely to happen.” Bakhura lazily pulled Ryou’s head into his chest, ignoring the muffled objections. “I say we explore the school, head to the graveyard, dig up some valuables—”

Breaking free, Ryou shoved away from his boyfriend. “That isn’t a good idea in the modern world.”

“Maybe, maybe not. What if I tempt you with sex against a headstone?”

“As sexy as that sounds, it’s disrespectful,” Ryou sighed and actually looked heartbroken over his own morals. “Maybe by next year I can afford to buy a fancy coffin. We could set it up in the spare room and roleplay.”

Shaking his head, a grimace contorting his features, Bakhura muttered, “I don’t want to see you in a coffin. And I don’t want to be in one. Too claustrophobic. Maybe buy a big headstone instead? No harm in that, right?”

Over Ryou’s shoulder, a new voice piped up, “Are you two coming up with weird sex fantasies again?”

The two silver-haired men glanced behind them, and upon realizing their friends Malik and Kek were finally present, Ryou launched himself at Malik. “Took you long enough! C’mon, we gotta get in quick!”

Far less eager than his companion, Malik offered a half-hearted smile. “We come here every year. What makes you think this year will be any different?”

Ryou gasped and held a hand to his heart, slinking backwards into Bakhura’s waiting embrace. “Malik! Have you forgotten how many years it has been since the school shut down?”

“Uh, like… Three? Maybe four?”

“Four, right down to the day, you goofball!” Ryou practically vibrated, a thirst for ghouls and ghost-hunting shimmering in his eyes. “And we’re leveling up our efforts by coming during what is known as ‘The Witching Hour.’ And on Halloween! We have everything stacked in our favor!”

Kek shot Bakhura a look, somewhere between perturbed and amused. “Your creampuff gets awful excited about this shit, doesn’t he?”

Noticing Ryou’s mouth puffing into a pout, Bakhura hooked his arm around his shoulders and buried his nose into the crook of Ryou’s neck.“Mmhm, and I think it’s adorable. Ignore the pessimist, Ry.”

Elation rebounding, Ryou spun on his heel and planted a grateful kiss over Bakhura’s scarred cheek, and then he beckoned for the others to follow him. The group approached the withered stone wall, and Ryou patted the rough surface.

“First thing’s first: we need to get over the wall. Usually I boost Malik and he helps from the top, but since we have two extra pairs of hands this year…”

Malik grinned at Kek. “On your knees, handsome. Give me a boost.”

Rolling his eyes but obeying nevertheless, a playful grin tugged at the corner’s of Kek’s mouth. “So bossy, Mr. Dominant Half. Would a please kill you?”

“It might, yeah.”

Malik’s running start combined with Kek’s powerful lift launched him smoothly to the top of the wall, far smoother than years prior when he and Ryou were on their own. Laughing and whooping despite his previous reluctance to once again explore the school, Malik called to Ryou, “We should have brought them back a long time ago. That was so much easier.”

Ryou beamed, first at his friend and then at Bakhura. “You gonna give me a boost, too?”

“Me? Boost you? But you’re taller.” His boyfriend pretended to be appalled, but the mischief could not be purged from his eyes or his smirk. “Come here, cutie. I’ll toss you right up there.”

“Just don’t toss me so far I fall off the wall, you big ol’ brute.” Ryou giggled as Bakhura winked and finger-gunned him, ignoring the good-natured gag Kek mimed half a meter away. “Do I need a running start?”

“Nah, just step into my hands.”

Following his instruction, Ryou soon found himself straddling the wall beside Malik. The blonde smirked at him. “You two get more lovey-dovey everytime I see you. I can’t decide if it’s gross or cute.”

Kek cupped his hands over his mouth. “Gross, Mal. Definitely gross.”

“Like you two blondes are any better,” Bakhura snorted and shoved at Kek’s shoulder. “You follow Malik around like a lost puppy.”

Ryou glanced at his smartphone. “Guys, hurry! It’s two minutes past.”

“Oh, Ra, how did we ever let so much time slip away?” Kek dramatically swooned, but he winked up at Ryou. “Hang on, Creampuff, we’ll be up in a second.”

The two men backed up from the wall, eyeing each other with flashes of cockiness, egging on the competition as they prepared themselves. With an unspoken cue, they both lurched forward, rushing the wall like they might run through it. They dug their feet into the textured stone at the last moment and propelled themselves up through momentum.

On Malik’s side, Kek's hands slapped on the flat platform top. He heaved himself up, grunting, and swung his leg over. He grinned at Malik. “Fancy meeting you here, lover.”

“Mmhm.” Malik pursed his lips. “You two are such show-offs.”

Bakhura, exhibiting the deftness of a man accustomed to scaling buildings and braving treacherous terrain, perched on the wall beside Ryou, completely relaxed and his ego brimming. “Get on my level, tombkeeper.”

He stepped off the wall, landing with catlike grace on the other side, before turning to Ryou. “Jump, Ry. I’ll catch you.”

“You better, or you’re grounded,” Ryou teased and leapt gently off the ledge. Naturally, Bakhura caught him, and Ryou awarded him a chaste kiss. “Thank you. Can I see my bag now?”

While Kek clambered down and politely assisted Malik, Bakhura handed Ryou his backpack to sift through. Ryou dug his hand inside, searching for two key items to assist in their ghost hunt. By the time the blondes rejoined them, Ryou had pulled out a map of the school grounds and a heavily used notebook.

Peeling back the pages, Ryou skimmed his notes line-by-line. His mouth moved as he read over past entries, and he stopped once he found a page halfway through the book. “Okay, so in the past, we’ve discovered a few hotspots.”

Malik unfolded the map dutifully and motioned for Kek to bring their bag closer. “The stairwell, I remember. Also a classroom on the… West end?”

“And the roof,” Ryou replied, thumbing another page over. “We’ve seen ghost orbs through our phone cameras once in the classroom, but the rest of the places it was more just… a feeling.”

“The stairs were cold. Like… Super cold. Felt like ice crawling along my skin, but not in a good way. The roof… We only identified that spot once. What happened?”

“It was the first year after the close. We went up and, per my notes, we felt a creeping sensation like something was watching us. I wrote down how I felt compelled to walk to the roof edge. I think that’s why we stayed away after that.”

Malik winced, leaning into Kek as he pulled a full-size electric lantern from their bag. “Yeah, sounds right. It’s coming back to me. That roof was… Bad. We don’t have to go up there, do we?”

Ryou shook his head. “No. If the spirits up there are that strong on a normal night… I won’t push our luck to make contact with angry spirits. Leave them to an exorcist.”

Whistling, Kek crouched to examine the map. “Must be pretty bad if even Creampuff doesn’t want to mess with them.”

“Where are we starting, then?” Bakhura gestured vaguely over the map. “I don’t think we can explore the whole school in an hour, especially not if you really want to hit the morgue afterwards.”

“I do want to take my time here,” Ryou mused, twirling a finger through his platinum silver hair, scouring the map with his eyes. “Given the time constraint, let’s explore the school thoroughly. If we don’t make it to the morgue before four, no big deal.”

Malik and Kek stood, the former clutching the lantern like his life depended on it. Ryou and Bakhura followed suit, Ryou carrying the map and Bakhura the journal. The group ambled along the path, meeting the first challenge with the boarded up front doors. Kek slung the backpack around, shuffled through the leftover items, and pulled out a hammer.

“May I do the honors?” He chuckled, moonlight catching the glimmer of furor tucked into his irises.

Affectionately shaking his head, Malik stepped aside so his darker half could pummel the ever-loving shit out of the wood boards. Ryou giggled at the offended expression Bakhura sported, nearly bursting out in full hysteria when his boyfriend grumbled, “So barbaric… Have you never broken into a place before?”

Kek paused his hammering, shoving the last of the board off with his foot. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t. Seems like something I would have done, though, huh?”

“You can thank our sister for that.” Malik tested the doors, pleased when they swung open. “And honestly, I’m glad you don’t have a penchant for breaking into places. It’d be real hard to explain your lack of legal identity to the cops.”

“Tell me about it.” Ryou peeked over at Bakhura, who dared to point to himself with a shocked expression, though again he could not disguise the mischief present on his face. “Maybe that can be your next birthday gift.”

Bakhura scowled and stuck his tongue out. “Booooo. Boring.”

Ignoring his antics, Ryou cautiously stepped inside the building, Malik on his heel with the light source. The dancing shadows and persistent darkness brought dread to Malik’s eyes, but Ryou took his hand, squeezing it firmly.

“I’m right here, Malik. And we’ve got extra bodyguards this time.”

Kek saluted and threw his arm around Malik’s shoulders. “Reporting for duty, Sergeant Creampuff.”

Snorting, Bakhura paced a meter or so ahead of the group. “This place doesn’t feel haunted. Empty, sure, but not really—”

A BANG! from down the hall interrupted his words, shutting him up quickly. From what sounded to be farther away, the men heard a drawn out, depressed moan.

“I’m telling you,” Ryou tapped the map, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “crazy shit goes down here. Every year, when Malik and I show up, something happens. Weren’t you listening to the stuff I wrote in the journal? And this year is already off to a great start! Here, trade with me! I want to jot this down.”

Bakhura obediently swapped the journal and map, one eye lingering at the space behind him. Unable to resist, Malik taunted, “You look more nervous than me, Thief King. What’s wrong?”

“Eh, just feels weird. I’m not used to ghosts that aren’t, y’know, family and friends.”

Ryou stopped mid-note, worry furrowing his brow. “Are you going to be okay? I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t think about what being around ghosts might do to you.”

Glancing back at his boyfriend, Bakhura grinned and beckoned Ryou closer, a new glint in his eyes regardless of the dark. When Ryou complied, a bit more suspicious than concerned now, Bakhura playfully flicked his forehead. The attack was soft enough for Ryou to doubt something actually happened, but he rubbed the spot anyway.

“I’m fine, Ya Amar. Seeing my family at peace in the afterlife did wonders for my mental health.” His joking, though tinged with some sincerity, failed to fully ease Ryou’s heartache. “Wipe that look off your face before I kiss it off. You’re supposed to be bouncing off the walls ‘cause ghosts and stuff, right?”

Biting his lip, Ryou finished the last of his notes, mostly for the sake of hiding his expression from Bakhura. It filled him with guilt to have not even considered how Bakhura might feel about ghosts after Kul Elna. Had he really gotten so carried away that he became a careless boyfriend?

“Ryou, I still see a frown.”

He ducked his head, practically nose to paper.

“Ya Amar, I’m going to tickle you in three seconds if you don’t stop.”

Malik laughed under his breath and jerked his head to Kek, silently requesting his other half follow him as they moved farther into the hall and away from the lovey-dovey threats. Ryou wanted to glare after the blondes for abandoning him to his thoughts, but that required him to lift his head away from the book.

“Time’s up.”

Bakhura tackled Ryou into the wall, brushing his fingertips over all of his former host’s most vulnerable spots. Ryou dissolved into a gasping, giggling mess, slumping and sliding down against the wall as the assault went on.

“S-Sto— No more! I yield!”

Bakhura loomed over Ryou with a manic grin. “That’s better. Now, as good as you look on the ground, out of breath, completely red in the face… We should probably return to our hunting?”

Kek suddenly picked up the pace and moved farther than the hall, catching everyone else’s attention. Malik followed him, light swinging in his hand. The two silver-haired men pursued them, confused, and only realized what drew their attention when they reached the stairwell. Ice and frost coated the stairs, rendering them a hazard and ghostly hotspot.

Ryou squatted in front of the stairs, eagerly scribbling. “This is so cool! Things have never been this active before!”

Malik hesitantly ran a finger over the ice. “Damn. Good thing you saw that, Kek. If we tried to run up the stairs later, we might have hurt ourselves.”

“Why would we go up the stairs?” Kek questioned and pulled Malik away from the ice. “You guys already said we’re not going to the roof.”

“We’re not?” Malik’s mouth hung open, a blank expression on his face. “Oh, right, we’re not going upstairs. No roof.”

Ryou exchanged a look with Bakhura, noting the other looked equally baffled by the change in their friend’s behavior, and asked, “Are you okay, Mal? Tell me if you feel off. Safety is more important than ghosts.”

The blonde waved off the concern, but he shivered and darted his eyes around. “I’m fine. Uh, can we go somewhere else? Kinda cold over here.”

Protective instincts kicking in, Kek held Malik close, taking the light from him and keeping a hand on his hip. “Don’t wander, okay? Stay with me.”

Bakhura mimicked the action with Ryou, whispering in his ear, “Something’s off. You keep close, too.”

Although he agreed, Ryou felt an abrupt urge to argue Bakhura’s words. He bit his tongue, swallowing his protests, but they’d only taken a step or two when he broke away from his boyfriend. Somewhere in the school, someone called him, cried for him to come find them.

He heard Bakhura begin to scold him for walking off, and he heard all three other men yell out for him to stop, to wait up. He didn’t even realize he was running away from them until he heard their shouts, but his feet refused to stop.

Feet pounded the hall floors behind him, and of course, Bakhura caught up first. He snagged Ryou by the waist and yanked him to a halt.

“Ryou! Hey, snap out of it!”

Blinking away his haze, Ryou looked over to the thief holding him hostage. “What? What were we doing just now?”

Kek, catching up with them, growled, “Alright, fuck this, I don’t like it. No ghosts are separating us from our other halves. I vote we call it. Maybe we can still go to the morgue or cemetery, but this school is off limits.”

Wobbly in place, Ryou contemplated him, eyes still not entirely focused. “Where’s… Where’s Malik?”

Face paling, Kek whirled around. “Fuck! He was right behind me! Where did he—”

“Oh, loverboy~” Malik’s voice sang. It seemed to come from back by the stairwell. “Catch me if you can!”

Kek swore and glanced helplessly at Bakhura. “I think Creampuff underestimated how strong tonight was going to make the spirits. I’m gonna grab him, and then we need to leave.”

“Agreed.” Bakhura studied Ryou’s glazed expression. “Ryou, we’re going to go home, okay? We can have a horror movie marathon with Malik and Kek instead.”

Anger twisted Ryou’s tranquil features. “No! I want to stay here!” He wiggled and strained in Bakhura’s arms, kicking and scratching. “You can’t make me leave! You can’t control me anymore!”

Hurt and shock mingled in Bakhura’s eyes. “R-Ryou… Ya Amar, I’m not trying to control you. I’m worried about you.”

Flopping over, face concealed by his long hair, Ryou’s shoulders quaked. Both Kek and Bakhura stared at him, dumbfounded, as he began to wheeze and laugh. “Oh, Kek~ You’d better hurry. Malik can only dance on his own for so long.”

“What? Dance?”

“Mmhm, dancing in the moonlight. Sounds like so much fun, but the roof is a lot smaller than you realize when you’re jumping around up there.”

At the mention of the roof, Kek’s already pale face turned a shade shy of Ryou’s white. “...Fuck. Bakhura, get him out of here. I gotta get Malik.”

The blonde took off, leaving the two silver-haired men to struggle together. Ryou renewed his efforts at kicking Bakhura away while said man held him so tight he was genuinely worried about hurting his boyfriend. Though he tried and tried, the thief couldn’t manage to drag Ryou back towards the front doors, not before the lankier of the two landed a kick in the tender spot above Bakhura’s right ankle, the same ankle nearly crushed by a bear trap once upon a time.

“Shit…!” Bakhura cursed, his grip loosening, and Ryou darted away, around a corner and out of sight in a matter of seconds. “Ryou! Gods damn it all…”

He shook off the pain and chased after his former host, but it was too late. When he rounded the corner, Ryou had disappeared.

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Happy Halloween, a couple of hours early! Not sure how many chapters this will have, but it won't be super long. Just felt like writing something for the holiday.

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moonstone27ls · 2 years

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Thoughts on What We Do In the Shadows...

So far.....

.Spoiler warning....

Okay connection was fixed and saw BOTH first two eps. Heh same from what I wrote last time. Want Guillermo to be happy, worrying about this love triangle/rectangle? (some fans still think this is soley Nandor/Guillermo)

It just still depends for me. Do I see it? Possiblyyy yes I read one person fantheorize that Guillermo/Nandor could be a thing and he’d be the Guide’s spot... again I dunno 8B. Save for the Guide herself we don’t know the sole punishment for loving a Van Helsing. And she admitted she was wild... so what genderbend Laszlo? If this were Laszlo then yeah Nandor’s screwed. But minor a few things, he doesn’t break the rules or is as much a deviant when compared to Laszlo. I mean either the vamp world doesn’t care or is veryyyy stupid. I mean if they would have said anything about him having Guillermo they would have said it now, considering the massacre at the theater.

The rectangle, to early to say. Only will say I hope Guillermo’s genuine and really cares about his secret bf. Rebound relationships bother me sometimes I hate if we see the other partner is sweet, only to find “Oh not over so-so” and leaves them hurt. But again too early to say so dunno.

And then we have Nandor’s “wedding”... heh. I don’t dislike the bride. It was just hehhh like watching vamp Archer. All the shippers were all “Oh his dream bride is Guillermo”. All I heard was “I WANT TO BE THE SOLE ATTENTION”. I mean he got ride of brides who wanted to touch a painting or asked to shave his beard. I mean one he ditched cause they couldn’t read. Pft kinda more obvious when he was talking to one of his husbands/guy wives (I forgot their name... Ramy (if I spelt it wrong sorry subtitles and the DVR ended at cast credits) went through one test with Nandor and VOLUNTARILY chose for the djinn to poof/kill him.

Thats saying a lot. Its not Guillermo, its the factor that Nandor is a selfish or spoiled idiot. I mean again don’t scream at me, love Nandor and I know its a comedy but thats literally the whole point. Aside from Guillermo (to a degree. I mean yes he accused the djinn/Nandor or murdering butttt Guillermo leads victims to be feed/eaten by the vamps sooooo...*shrugs*), the vamps are selfish characters. So watching the whole “trials” felt more like listening to Archer (older version) or that Kuzco scene where he was picking brides. Like I said earlier still think this is just Nandor in a midlife crisis//shrugs//.

Did love the scene when all the wives/husbands? were pissed he couldn’t remember their names. Guillermo and Djinn just instantly exited lol. Though again Nandor has come a ways in treating Guillermo better. But if he’s the endgame, I still think he’s still a ways from being good for Guillermo. He still doesn’t want to hug him and doesn’t fully call him his friend. I mean he didn’t/or doesn’t care when Guillermo brings up how he’s overworked/misses his own family, etc. As I said before Nandor buttt yeah until more development Guillermo could do better. (Being a comedy also makes it hard for me to see which is for comedy/which is their real character)

Uhh the revelation about the guide makes somewhat sense or at least in regards to her attraction to Guillermo. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a fling with a great-great-great ancestor of his.

Not entirely on board with Nadja’s vampire nightclub storyline. Its not her actions or something, no everything she does and said has been full on Nadja. Its just wanting it, I dunno feels late? I mean why didn’t she do this when she first got her seat? Or when Simon the Devious nightclub blew up? Though to that again... why pick that location where the guide/council had that library? They could have picked anywhere, I mean heck like Guillermo mentioned earlier they could have just hypnotized people to do whatever they want (yes referring to last ep in regards to repair), including just building over where his club was since it appeared last time that Simon lost his club.But if we’re gonna nitpick still wonder why Guillermo didn’t just leave once he made it to Englund with Nadja or left before she traveled back to America.

For that matter why isn’t Guillermo “borrowing” that djinn lamp and asking him “Hey repair this house?”... but maybe he’s avoiding that cause djinns are crafty.

Uhh still wonder if Colin is still an energy vamp. One of Nandor’s wives, made me wonder if he’s just draining people differently now as a child. But kids are draining in general so who can say?

#what we do in the shadows

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charmsoloved · 3 months

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reading back on past posts that i've written always makes me both cringe and smile. i cringe because i can't believe how naive i was being. i smile because i've come so far, i've grown so much.

a lot has happened since i last journaled here. Nick and i fell apart shortly after. he came back in february, it was good.. it was..short. we blew up on my birthday when i tried to confess my love for him...yet again.

he came back. i thought it would be for good at least, but he still kept me at a distance. i went to minnesota..something i told him i was doing quite a few times. I reconnected with Michael.. came back and brushed nick off once and for all. Didn't need to say anything, i just disappeared. i rebounded. just like i had time and time before. i dropped terance too. all for this shiny new thing.

michael... he treated me with respect. he made me realize how shitty i had been allowing myself to be treated in the past. he opened every door. when he looked into my eyes, it's like he saw my soul. we connected. strongly. we tried to make up for all the time we lost since we were kids. i always had wondered about him but i knew he was in a "happy" relationship and i was happy for him. then he popped up. they had broken up. we really decided we were going to be together and decided to dream. then.. he left. just poof. lied to my best friend, probably his siblings too. he dropped me at the drop of a hat when i pressured him TO BE HONEST WITH HIS EX. like what?

he decided cut me off all within a single text. he mailed my jacket back to me. unfriended me in every way possible. blocked me.

it really triggered my rejection issues tbh. like HOW ARE YOU HURT SIR? nick had done the same shit a few months ago so it was still an open wound.

then i realized that it's shame. the reason they are the way they are. they know that my love was pure and true and it was too much for them to handle. so they ran.. and they hid. shameful.

this time around, it's really taking everything in me to not get revenge. be petty. but then it's like...so much energy. if they want to feel shame, then they can sit there shameful. it's not my problem.

2024 is different. i'm taking time for me. realizing where i've gone wrong. realizing what is and isn't my fault. realizing that sometimes what i have to offer is way too valuable that they just aren't aware it's a prize.

i, for once, AM NOT INTERESTED IN DATING. like for a long time. there's no point in giving myself over to someone only for them to waste my time, steal my love, and take my SLEEP.

i'm not even interested in attempting to talk to a man at this point. whenever i'm out, it's heads down because i'd rather not even talk to someone than to have to reject them lmfao. saves us both time.

my faith has been shattered. my faith in men specifically has been shattered. this last time, i had the rug blindly pulled out from under me. all because i asked someone to be honest with someone else. i won't do it again. i won't give of my time, my home, my heart, my love. it's too expensive.

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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Camp North Star - June 9th

AFAB!Reader x Im Nayeon

Word Count: 2466

Contents: fingering, oral (both reader receiving)

You played with the flower that you’d picked between your fingers as dusk fell. It was a little cooler this evening and most of the other coaches were relaxing in their cabins or hanging out in the rec rooms. A week and a half had passed and soon the rest of the counsellors would be arriving. On top of that, there were still a number of things to do with Wonwoo; trying out all the canoes, mapping out the canoe trip routes, practicing rescues and teaching safety to the counselors. Lots of things should have been on your mind.

And yet, the only thing that was really coming back to you as you sat on your beach towel, staring out over the water of the lake as the last few rays of sunlight left the sky was the idea of a hoe summer. Of all the things you needed to do that was taking up your mental energy. It felt like too far out to really be a rebound or trying to fill some hole that he left, even if you weren’t 100% emotionally healed. But having some fun probably wouldn’t hurt. It could definitely boost your confidence after so much questioning yourself when he left.

There was still the matter of where or how to start. As much as everyone was joking about it you were pretty sure no one thought it was totally serious. If you asked would anyone actually say yes to messing around? What if you asked a bunch of people and they all said no? That might be a bit too big of a hit to your self esteem.

“Hey, there you are!”

You turned at the sound of Nayeon’s voice. She was strolling over the sand towards you, carrying her own big, fluffy beach towel. “I saw you out here earlier, I didn’t know if you would still be here.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “I’m just… thinking I guess.”

Nayeon laid out her towel and sat down next to you. “What’s on your mind?”

You turned to look back out over the water.

“Ah, it’s nothing serious.” You tore the last few petals from the flower.

“You sure about that?” She asked softly.

You thought for a moment. “I’m… thinking about what you said.”

“Oh? About the hoe summer?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, that.”

“You know you don’t have to do anything like that, right? It was j-”

“No I-” You stopped as a grin tugged at her lips. “Don’t give me that look.”

She leaned in closer,” You do wanna do it.”

“I just think it might be fun, that’s all,” you muttered.

“Aww my cute little slut,” she squealed, pinching your cheek.

“You can’t call me that and act like it’s cute!” You cried, trying to bat her hand away. Nayeon giggled and cooed at you, grabbing at your cheeks as you started to laugh, trying to squirm out of her grasp before falling back onto the towel. She caught herself, a hand on either side of you before crashing down on top of you as your giggles started to subside.

A smile tugged at Nayeon’s lips again as she gazed down at you, not showing any sign of sitting up. “Did you figure out how you’re going to kick it off?”

“I- I wasn’t sure if anyone was taking the idea seriously,” you said, trying to read her expression.

“I think a few of them are. And you have time to get into that too,” she hummed. “You really just need to figure out where to start.” Her smile was curling into a smirk as you brain caught up to her proposition. You turned the idea over in your mind, liking it more and more by the second, not that she hadn’t already planted the seed.

“It was your idea,” You hummed, gaze shifting to her lips.

“It was my idea,” she leaned a little closer.

“Not that you get to call dibs.”

“Of course not,” her voice dropped to a quiet murmur as her lips came closer before she shifted. Her lips landed on your jaw instead and she started to kiss slowly along your neck. You let out a quiet sigh as your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the feeling, your fingers threading into her hair. “But my offer stands.”

“I think I’ll take it,” your voice came out with a slight whine as she sucked at a sensitive spot on the base of your neck.

After a few moments her lips pulled away from your neck and she moved her face over yours, meeting your gaze as you opened your eyes. “I thought you might,” she hummed before her lips met yours.

Her kisses were slow and deep, tongue pressing into your mouth easily. One on her hands started to slip down your side, tracing the line of your body. Your hand in her hair kept her close against you as she kissed you. Slowly she shifted her body over you, her legs finding a place between yours.

“Can I play with you right here?” She purred against your lips as her fingertips drew along the waist of your shorts. “There’s no one else outside.”

You threw a glance up towards the camp buildings. An inky blackness had settled around you once the sun had slipped past the horizon. Only a sliver of moon in the sky above, in some moments blocked out by clouds, gave any light to the beach where the two of you were laying. Your eyes met hers again in the dark and you gave her a smile mixed with excitement and nerves that she returned sweetly before leaning in for another kiss.

Her hand slipped past the waist of your shorts, moving slowly. She trailed her fingers over your panties first, feeling the way you pressed your hips up to her touch. You let out little sighs against her lips at the light sensation, pulling her ever so slightly closer by her hair and letting your legs fall just a bit further open.

Her fingertips played with the edge of your panties before slipping into them and your breath hitched. Nayeon pulled back enough to gaze down at you as her fingers drew soothing circles into your skin.

“Are you alright?” She hummed.

“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re tense,” she said.

A nervous grin tugged at your lips as you tried to relax a little. “Ah, I haven’t done anything at all since… Well it’s just been a while.”

Nayeon leaned in until her lips were grazing over yours. “Then let me handle everything tonight.”

Her lips met yours in another kiss. She kept the movements of her fingers slow, letting you get used to the feeling of someone else touching you again. Little by little you let yourself relax, feeling her fingers slip lower and lower slowly. Your fingers curled more tightly into Nayeon’s hair, kissing her more deeply.

Your breath hitched as her fingers found your clit. She held them still for a moment, focusing on kissing you before moving them in slow circles. Light sighs left your lips, no louder than the sounds of bullfrogs and crickets around you, but Nayeon still seemed to hear.

You felt the smile tug at her lips as her fingers found a slow rhythm. Tendrils of pleasure started to curl through you, sparking from her slow ministrations on your sensitive bud. You pressed your hips up subtly into her hand, wanting more as you relaxed into her touch and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” Her voice was already laced with surety.

“Of course,” you hummed.

Her lips fell away from yours, finding your neck instead. She started to leave messy kisses along your skin as her hand trailed lower. Your hips pressed into her hand, growing eager for more and she smiled against your skin as she pressed one finger inside you slowly.

A quiet moan fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter open. Still heavily lidded but you could take in the stars twinkling above you in the inky sky. A cool breeze blew across your skin, finding its way under your back as you arched away from the towel. Nayeon’s fingers curled and thrust into you at a steady pace that quickly had the pleasure building in your core.

“You’re good at this,” you breathed quietly.

Her lips trailed closer to your ear. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

A laugh bubbled off your lips, morphing itself into a moan as she picked up her pace just a bit.

“It shouldn’t be,” you moaned. “But fuck, this feels good.”

“I’m setting the standard high.” She hummed, slowly pressing a second finger into your core and drawing a moan from your lips. “I have to feel bad for whoever comes next.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, enjoying yourself far too much to think about who the next would even be. The pleasure was building steadily inside you as she moved her fingers faster, but easily finding just the spot that made you clench around her fingers and had your back arching subtly off the towel.

Her lips left kisses and light love bites on the sensitive parts of your neck and along your collarbone. Not enough pressure to mark but enough to draw quiet moans from your lips. You let her hand slip down her shoulder, scratching slightly at her skin as your gaze drifted between her and the twinkling sky above.

“Whoever’s next, you should give them some pointers,” you breathed, neediness evident in your voice as your body crept closer to it’s edge. Your hips were following the movement of her fingers, trying to draw more sensation from them as she teased the skin on your collarbone with her lips.

“Maybe,” she hummed. “But why don’t I set the bar even higher?”

You met her gaze, your own hazy as you processed what she was saying. The loss of her fingers inside you interrupted that thought and a whine came from your lips as she pulled her hand from your panties. You opened your mouth to protest but she shoved her wet fingers inside before you could.

“Good,” she hummed, a smirk pulled at her lips as you ran your tongue over her fingers. “Get them nice and clean. I have a different idea for how to finish this.”

You quirked an eyebrow at her as you sucked at her fingers. “It’s dark out here,” she said. “And everyone is inside. So why don’t we get just a little more risque?”

“What are you thinking?” you asked as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. She didn’t give you an immediate answer, instead her lips came to your neck, kissing as low as your shirt would allow before she shifted down the towel and curled her fingers into the waist of your shorts.

“Oh!” you exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth and searching behind you, looking through the darkness to the camp buildings. Even Nayeon’s fingers froze in place, both of you watching. But when no movement happened and no one came towards the beach you both relaxed.

Her fingers tugged at your shorts and after another quick glance at the camp you refocused your attention on her, lifting your hips and allowing her to pull off your shorts and panties. She discarded them on the towel before sliding her hands up your legs to your thighs and gently pressing them open.

“Now just sit back and enjoy,” she purred, settling between your legs. “And comes to terms with the fact that no one else is going to make you feel quite as good all summer.”

“I’ll try an-” your response fell off into a moan as she ran her tongue over your clit. Your hand slid into her hair again as she moved her tongue, trying different motions over your clit and watching each of your reactions.

Her skilled movements built the tension in your core much faster than her fingers could, the feeling heavenly. Your gaze drifted down to meet hers and you caught the smirk, evident in her gaze alone. Her fingertips curled into your thighs as she started to repeat the movements that drew the strongest reaction from you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice had climbed higher and far more breathy as the coil in your core curled tighter and tighter from the ministrations of her tongue. You bit down hard on your lower lip to keep your moans from growing too loud but the more you succumbed to pleasure the less you cared.

Nayeon pressed in closer, scratching her nails down your outer thighs lightly and adding to the sensation. Your back arched off the towel again as your hips ground against her face as much as she would allow.

The moans falling off your lips were growing a bit louder with each passing moment but the pleasure wound tightly inside of you was the only thing on your mind as you curled your fingers tightly into Nayeon’s hair while she wrapped her lips around your clit, moaning against you while sucking it roughly.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Do that again. Fuck that feels good.”

Nayeon hummed, her tongue lapping over your clit in quick movements, pressing closer between your legs as they started to press in around her head. Your eyes drifted up to the stars above, a cool breeze tickling the hot skin of your face as you moaned.

Her lips wrapped around your clit again and she sucked harshly. Your eyes rolled back, blackness taking the place of the stars as you came, back arching off the ground and holding Nayeon’s head between your thighs. The sensation crashed over you in a wave that stole your breath and left you panting as the rush of pleasure washed through your body, leaving you trembling in its wake.

Nayeon pulled away from your core as you caught your breath, only for you to grab at her and pull her in for a kiss. She accepted, grinning against your lips but sounds of laughter in the distance interrupted you.

You both looked over at the rec hall, lights shutting off as a group of coaches left the building.

“It’s getting late,” Nayeon hummed, sitting up. She handed you your panties and shorts and you took them, frowning at her.

“Wait, but I didn’t- you-”

“I guess,” she hummed, grabbing her towel and getting to her feet. You scrambled after her. “You owe me one.” She threw you a smirk you could just make out in the dark. “You can return the favour later.”

A smile cracked across your face. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#camp north star au #cns au #twice imagines #twice smut #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon smut #let the hoe summer begin hehe

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sleephyuns · 3 years

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It was a week later when Chaeyoung realized she had enough of avoiding Dahyun.

She’d been skipping practice, avoiding the other one’s dorm like the plague, and only eating lunches in places she knew the other girl wouldn’t go. And it was torture. Agony.

Yes, she was confused on what to do, but not seeing Dahyun at least every other day was sapping the life force from her. No matter what, she needed her in her life.

She was on her way to another class, moping as she had been for the past week, when she saw Jihyo. Normally, she would’ve been happy, but this time it left her with a heavy weight in her gut. But why was she here? She didn’t have much of a reason to be on this campus when there were no matches scheduled, except…

Emotions swirled in her stomach as Sana walked up next to Jihyo, the two of them sharing a quick kiss before walking in the other direction.

Wait.

A kiss?

“Ah.”

Suddenly everything made sense. Their frequent hangouts after Sana finished practice, the times she’d seen them out and about together. The fact that when Sana was distracted on her phone, it was always Jihyo related. And it had been odd that Jihyo had even showed up to that other practice of theirs, the one that reunited the two of them.

Chaeyoung thought for a moment, walking slowly to the edge of the campus fountain to sit down.

The only way she could really describe how she felt was confused. Confused at why she wasn’t made that much more upset than she already was. She did feel a slight twist in her chest, but it was nothing Earth shattering. The more she though about it, it was like the pain of a stem being clipped off from her, and now she felt… calm? Like the worst of the pain was over. It was very hard to parse.

A cool breeze blew past her and she around, realizing how dark it had gotten. The bluish glow from the fountain lights were so distracting. And how long had she even been out here anyway?

She looked down at her phone at got her answer. About 2 hours now. Yikes.

She decided to get some dinner from a nearby convenience store before heading back to her dorm. Then, she’d have a lot more thinking to do in the comfort of her own bed.

—

And so another day went by without Chaeyoung talking to Dahyun. Though that would soon come to an end. Because that next morning, Chaeyoung stood in front of the place she’d been avoiding the most. She knew very well Dahyun didn’t have work or practice today, and her classes shouldn’t be until later. She hoped what she had to say wouldn’t throw her off or ruin her day. But she had finally mustered up the courage, and she wasn’t going to let her chance slip.

With a heavy sigh, she knocked on the door with the hand that wasn’t holding a choco-pie (her convincing backup incase she wasn’t let in), and waited. The old sole of her shoe squeaked loudly each time she shuffled on her feet, bouncing back and forth anxiously.

But when a minute passed by, she stopped. It took everything in her not to tear up, sadly placing the sweet offering in front of the door. She stood for an extra minute before turning to leave, but then….

The door creaked open. Dahyun peaked her head around the corner, but was immediately startled by Chaeyoung standing there.

“Hi,” Chaeyoung tried not to smile at the sight of Dahyun’s face. She was here to be serious, and didn’t need any misunderstandings coming up.

“Hi,” Dahyun whispered back. She opened the door all the way, looking down at the choco-pie on the floor. She picked it up, accepting it without hesitation.

“Um… sorry. I thought you’d…” she trailed off.

“Thought I’d walked away?” Chaeyoung let out a sad laugh, one that made a look of pity wash across Dahyun’s face.

“No it’s alright. That’s fair,” Chaeyoung shrugged, “I’d probably avoid me too.”

That wasn’t what she was here for, however. It was time to end this avoidance once and for all. “Can I come in to talk?”

Dahyun looked nervous at the proposal, but still she nodded her head, stepping aside for Chaeyoung to walk in.

It didn’t feel right to sit down, even when Dahyun sat down on her bed. Normally she would have cuddled up to her without a second thought. But not today. This was part of her self punishment.

“So um,” Chaeyoung started. Her legs thrummed with energy, but she tried her hardest to stay still, “You already know how I feel… or felt about...” She didn’t want to say Jihyo by name. For once, this wasn’t really about her.

“Yeah I know. Of course I do.”

“Right. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider being with you....,” Chaeyoung sighed, knowing in her heart it was more than true, “or that I don’t feel at least something...”

“Chaeng-“

“No let me finish.” She couldn’t stand the look in Dahyun’s eyes. There was a mixture of kindness and sadness. Kindness that Chaeyoung felt she didn’t deserve l, and sadness that Dahyun didn’t deserve to feel.

“I’m really confused right now, so it’s gonna take some time,” Chaeyoung nodded, “My feelings for Jihyo just won’t leave over night.”

“I know,” Dahyun spoke, leaning forward, sheets of the bed in a vice grip, voice louder than before. Chaeyoung realized she hadn’t given her a proper chance to speak back, which of course she should’ve. So she let Dahyun continue.

“And I’m not asking them to go away. If you want to be with her that’s ok.”

“I really don’t know anymore,” Chaeyoung asnwered. Not that it would be possible anyway, since Jihyo had Sana. But she didn’t want Dahyun to feel like a rebound. That really wasn’t the case at all. “I feel like it’s just been a onesided admiration for so long, I didn’t think of any other possibility. Like romantically.”

Dahyun sat up straight again. “I see.”

“But I know I still feel some emotion towards her. Just not sure what it is. And I need to sort it out.”

“I understand,” Dahyun said quietly. And from all the years of knowing her, Chaeyoung could tell when she was disappointed. Hopefully what she said next would help her feel better.

“And I’m not asking you to wait if you don’t want to. But I want to try. Not out of pity or any guilt tripping on your end. I genuinely want this to work with you. We’ve been friends for so long after all.”

Somehow, she kept her cool saying all of that. And she remembered to end it with, “Only if you still want that too.”

Dahyun stared at her feet for a while, biting her lip and not saying anything. For a second, Chaeyoung thought she wouldn’t answer at all. And the thought of shanefully walking out of her room in silence scared her.

Thankfully, Dahyun got up from the bed, walked towards her, and wrapped her in a tight hug. Chaeyoung melted instantly, realizing how much she absolutely missed the touch of her favorite person.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect this much,” Dahyun laughed a watery laugh over her shoulder, “so, yes, I’d love that.”

Chaeyoung buried her face into Dahyun’s neck, rocking them back and forth as they hugged.

Though the silence was comforting, Chaeyoung had one more thing to say. No matter how strange it may be.

“Until then I promise I... I-I promise I won’t come to you for sex stuff. I know it’s probably been hurting you this whole time.”

Dahyun let the words settle, then backed up to look at Chaeyoung’s red face.

It seemed like those words made it hard for her to hold back a laugh. “That looks like it was hard to say.”

“Shut it,” Chaeyoung grumbled. She was right though. But again! That didn’t matter.

“We should take a break from it though. Just for a little while.”

Dahyun nodded firmly to show she really did agree completely. “Yeah it’s for the best.”

“For now, can we still be there for each other?” She cupped Dahyun’s cheek gently, “Unless you need a break from me as a whole. I realize I was damaging our relationship, and I swear I never meant to. So if you don’t want to talk to me for now... or if you realize you actually don’t want to ever again... I can respect that. You deserve to be happy.”

Dahyun shook her head furiously. “No way. You better not back away from me after I agreed to waiting. I’m happy being your… friend? For now at least, Despite everything.”

“I’m happy being with you too. Sex or not. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.” They hugged each other tight again.

“Well I’m hungry,” Dahyun said when they parted, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I’ll save the choco-pie for dessert. Thank you by the way.”

Chaeyoung laughed as Dahyun gathered her bag so they could go. “Saving it for dessert when you’re already going to eat something sweet for dinner anyway.”

“Ah you know me so well.” Dahyun walked past her, opening the door. “Come on. Maybe if we get there fast enough we’ll beet the line.”

#wrestling au #dahyun #chaeyoung #dubchaeng #twice #sfw #🥲

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emonaculate · 3 years

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The need to Know

❥ Pairing: Eren x Black!reader

❥ Summary: Y/n knew that deep down it would be impossible to get over Eren, she knew that after they had broken up; it would have been best to just move on. However, the idea of him being with anyone was just too much for the woman to bear.

❥ Genre: Angst if you squint

❥ Word count: 1.9K

❥ Warnings: Cheating, Profanity, Violence, and mentions of sex

Y/n remained silent as she sat in the cafeteria, her mood going downhill after seeing them enter and sit with her former friend group; those two being Historia and Eren, the newly formed couple.

"Y/n did you even hear what I've been saying?" Hitch elbowed her friend in the side.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. You know from studying for midterms." She replied as she rubbed her now sore rib-cage.

Hitch watched Y/n for a moment, then turned to look at the oblivious couple who were holding hands looking happy in love. An expression of pity and sympathy formed on the girl's face as she turned to look back at Y/n, whose brown eyes would not look away from the two holding hands.

"Oh... Y/n."

"It's not a big deal, Hitch. He made his decision and I made mine. After all, they look better together anyways." Y/n tore her eyes away from the couple to look back at her worried friend.

"I'd kick his ass if I were you. You guys break up and then he turns around and dates the friend he told you to not worry about. Bitch ass move if you ask me. Not to mention everyone keeping it from you for months." Hitch huffed as she linked her arm with Y/n's.

Y/n bit her two-toned bottom lip as she thought about how dirty her so-called-friends treated her once Eren and Historia began to date. Everyone knew right off the bat and just all unanimously agreed to keep it from her for as long as possible. Sure they only befriended Y/n due to her dating Eren but it still hurt because she thought that they at least cared about her.

"Nah it isn't worth my time. They made their decision and I made mine. Though you don't have to seclude yourself for me, I know Jean misses you."

"Damn fool should have known better." Hitch shrugged as she barely spared a glance at her boyfriend who was desperately trying to back into her good grace.

Y/n smiled in appreciation, truly grateful to Hitch as a true friend. As soon as Y/n found out about Historia and Eren; Hitch found out as well and blew up on everyone who dared to hide it. Hitch had even gone as far as taking a break with Jean to prove to him how fucked up the whole ordeal was; Y/n talked her down from doing it so now Hitch had just been giving him the silent treatment. And ever since that day, the Y/n and Hitch had been closer than ever imaginable.

"So what I was saying earlier is we're going to Porco's party." Hitch continued.

"Porco?" Y/n questioned in confusion.

"From Marley University who wears the leather jacket all the time."

"Oh, the grease monkey-looking dude."

"Exactly. So you in?"

"Absolutely." Y/n grinned after giving Hitch a quick fist bump.

It had been a while since Y/n dressed up, especially since her mood had been bitter and angry for the past couple of weeks, but none of that matter right now as she slipped on the strapless crimson-red dress that stopped above her mid-thigh. It hugged all her curves and showed off her figure in the best way.

"You look hot." Hitch purred as she wrapped her hands around Y/n's waist.

"And you have a boyfriend." Y/n reminded her friend as she placed her warm brown hands over Hitch's small pale ones.

"Mm, he don't gotta know."

"You don't mean that, you love Jean. Everyone knows that."

"....Yeah whatever," Hitch mumbled hiding her face in Y/n neck as her face blushed deeply.

Y/n laughed to herself as she finished getting ready for the night; her makeup was light but still stood out against her glowing skin, the golden eyeshadow certainly did wonders.

The pair arrived at the beach house and it already looked jam-packed. Y/n held onto Hitch's hand tightly as they walked through the entrance only to run into a familiar Zeke Yeager; Y/n grimaced seeing her ex's brother.

"Y/n, I haven't seen you in so long." Zeke voiced as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Likewise, but you don't have to pretend to be nice. I'm sure you know Eren and I aren't together anymore."

"Pretend? I assure you if I didn't like you. You'd know. So don't be a stranger and visit me sometime." The smile on his face seemed to hold a secret, Y/n wasn't sure she wanted to find out.

"Oh okay... It was good seeing you." Her glossed lips formed a soft smile as he walked away.

"You should fuck him to get back at Eren." Hitch suggested causing Y/n to smack her shoulder harshly.

"Absolutely not. Zeke is not about to be my rebound. Plus he's like too old for me."

"Honey, you had a thing for the tattoo parlor guy, he was too old."

"Levi is very attractive and you know it, Hitch." Y/n defended herself before they both broke into laughter.

"Come on, let's go dance." Hitch said as her laughter had died down and a familiar beat began to play.

As soon as they made their way to the floor, Y/n felt Hitch's hands attach to her waist and she began to grind back against her friend who seemed to be enjoying groping her thighs and hips way too much. Y/n couldn't say she minded too much after all, Hitch's love language was touched. The girls continued fucking around and enjoying their time until Y/n's feet began to hurt.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want anything?" Y/n question as she panted softly.

"Mm, coke and vodka would be nice." Hitch responded as her chest heaved up and down as her eyes stayed focus on something elsewhere; Jean was dancing with some random girl and it was clearly getting to her.

"Girl, go get your man. I'll be fine." Y/n reassured as she pushed her friend towards the male and turned on her heel to find something to drink.

Y/n drank her sweet wine cooler, enjoying herself still until she stumbled into her old friend group. Her dark brown eyes met Mikasa's steel grey ones silently. The dark-skinned woman clenched her jaw and turned away from the other girl as quickly as possible.

"Y/n wait." She heard Sasha call out.

"Do not. I don't feel like losing my cool right now. I'm enjoying myself and I don't have shit to say to any of you." Y/n seethed as she turned back to face them.

"I just want you to understand, we didn't think that-" Sasha started again desperately wanting to get through to the woman.

"Honest do you see how stupid how you sound? You didn't think I'd be the slightest bit upset about my ex fucking and then dating someone I considered to be my friend? Not to mention all of you hid it from me without a second thought." She laughed in disbelief as she had begun to walk off again.

"Why did it matter when you're the one who left him?" Mikasa questioned calmly, but that was enough to set Y/n completely off.

Though she wasn't sure what came first, all Y/n knew that her drink had been thrown at Sasha and she slapped the hell out of Mikasa. Y/n was aware of what it looked like.

She knew that right now she looked like the bad guy, but deep down she couldn't give a damn. Every single fucking fiber in her body had been begging for her finally give in and snap. To give in to the rage that had been tearing her up for the past few weeks. She was angry and rightfully so, they betrayed her trust. Y/n wasn't even aware that she had been screaming until she felt her voice go hoarse

"Fuck you. Fuck all of you."

Y/n was grabbed by an unknown figure that had pulled her away from both girls who had guilt written all over their faces. She was hauled away into a separate room and she came face to face with the man of the hour, Eren Yeager.

"Y/n calm down." His voice that was usually soothing only filled her with more rage.

"No. Why the fuck are you telling them I left you?" She seethed showing his hands away from her body.

"I never said you did. They assumed."

"You should have told them the real reason. That when I said I loved you, you realized you didn't feel the same."

"Y/n..."

"No this is the part where you listen. I'm sick and tired of pretending to be okay when both know the truth. You broke up with me because you can't see yourself settling down with a black girl. That's why you were so quick to go get with a girl that was everything I could never be."

Eren's hand darted out and gently wiped away the tears, that she hadn't even noticed, that flowed down her brown cheeks.

"Y/n that's not why I left. I left because I never experienced love. I grew up in a split household. My father had an affair with my mother, then left to go back to his real family leaving me bitter and angry. I've never experienced romantic love nor have I seen it. I was scared.." He kissed her forehead and held her tightly against his body, despite her struggling.

"I gave you everything I had. Then you tossed me away because you were scared? You went and got with the same person I told you I was worried about. How do you think that makes me feel?" Y/n continued to cry in frustration as she held onto his chest.

"I know.." He stroked over her hair and rocked her slightly.

"I hate you." Her voice whispered.

"....I love you too."

Y/n hated how her heart fluttered at his words, she hated how he could calm her down with a few measly touches, she hated how he made her feel so unsure and nervous. Most importantly, she hated how much she loved him.

"I told you years ago. Your race wasn't and never will be a big deal to me. I love everything about you. I love how your nose scrunches up when you dislike something, I love how you randomly blurt out throwback songs, I love how you rage when you play video games with me." He began to ramble holding onto her tighter only to be silenced by Y/n leaning up to capture his lips into a kiss.

It didn't matter to her that what she was doing was wrong; her brain was on autopilot and she needed him desperately. Y/n wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer as tears clouded her vision. The need to know how he felt had finally been sufficed and she could finally be with him in the way she wanted.

Eren hoisted her up in his arms and laid her gently down on the bed behind them, she quickly slipped out of her dress and watched him follow suit, what was to come after they did the unthinkable was not her problem tonight, it was shit future Y/n would have to deal with. There was a heat inside of Y/n that she just had to have him feel tonight.

"I love you." His voice fell deaf upon her ears as he intertwined their hands.

#eren yeager x black reader #eren x black reader #eren jaeger #historia #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #cheating #angst with a happy ending #eren+yeager+x+reader

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passerine-writes · 2 years

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Nishinoya Yuu x Fem!Reader

Title: You Were Right Genre: Angst to Fluff Warnings: Starts out as reader x Terushima, OOC Terushima, sexual harassment, reader attends Karasuno, this is really angsty and I apologize cause this is more of a vent post than anything Word count: 3424

Everyone is aged up by one year, so all of our beloved third years are gone and graduated, you and Noya are third years and so forth making Terushima a third year.

My (h/l) (h/c) locks blew in the breeze as Yuuji and I walked hand and hand down the street eating our ice cream cones in the blistering heat. We had been in the talking stage for two months now and he said he wanted to take things slow after a serious break up, which I get! I'm not mad about that! I really like him! I just.. I wish people would stop giving me warnings. Once you get to know him, he's a really sweet guy. Not even his best friend is warning me and I'm super close with her, but Yuu and Daichi and even Suga and Asahi are warning me! I just wish they saw what I saw. Yuu and I have been best friends since our first year of middle school together and he's been there for me through everything. I met Yuuji's best friend that was like a sister to him, Kanako, three years ago. We had a class together and grew really close almost instantly. I've heard about how her friend is a huge flirt but I saw a different side of him, the side he kept hidden behind his usual mask to the world. My eyebrows crinkled in confusion as I started trying to piece together why nobody would believe me. A warm finger poking the crinkles between my eyebrows snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to be met with Yuuji's bright brown eyes. I don't think they're as bright as Yuu's though.

"Relax. You got lost in that little head of yours again." I looked down and blushed out of embarrassment. His hand came around and under my chin, his thumb and forefinger delicately holding the tip of my chin as he angled my head upwards. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away, landing one more on my cheek before standing back at my side. "I think it's time to start getting you home." I solemnly nodded as we took off to my house.

A few hours had passed and I now sat on the phone with the little ball of energy. He wanted to hear how the date went.

"It was great, Yuu. I really like him and I think this is really going to work out!" He hummed as though he wasn't paying attention. "Whatcha thinking about Sunshine?"

"Hm? Whaa! Nothing!" I giggled at his abrupt answer.

"Talk to me! What're you thinking about?"

"I just, after hearing how uncomfortable he made Kiyoko, I don't know! Are you sure about this? I don't want to see you hurt!" But his warning fell on deaf ears and how I wish I had listened now.

——————

Yuu was over at my house today when I got a random skype call from Yuuji. I put a finger to my lips, telling him to be silent.

"Hey Yuu! What's up?" He sat in one of his chairs as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Hey, uh can I talk to you about something?" I nodded my head quickly. "I don't think we should keep talking in this way. We should just be friends for now. I like you, a lot. But if we're gonna have anything I just, I need to make sure I'm over my ex and I don't want you to be a rebound or feel like it. None of this is your fault either, I just, I don't want to hurt you." I grimly feigned a smile.

"I get it, you're alright. Don't beat yourself up too much. I have to go start prepping dinner with my mom though, talk later?" He nodded and I heard the click before I realized the call ended.

"Y/N?" My head snapped up to the boy sitting at my desk chair. "You okay?" I nodded my head and looked down. I could practically see his frown, but I heard his footsteps make headway over to my bed. He sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I rested my head on his shoulder.

Why does my tummy feel all jumbly around you all the time?

It wasn't until a few hours later that the feeling of rejection set in. I felt like crying, bawling my eyes out until there was nothing left. So I put on a movie and tried my best to sleep. Sleep didn't come until the early hours of the morning.

Yuu- Terushima and I didn't talk much at all for the next week. I felt my phone buzzing to him wanting to skype. With no hesitation I answered the call, not realizing I was wearing one of his hoodies. The next three days were brutal. He constantly told me he loved me, he missed me, he wanted to cuddle, he wanted to go out and kept calling me all the cute pet names he used to. But he kept pressing on the fact he wanted to fuck. With the help of Kanako's advice, I decided to text him. She said herself he's been acting different and being weird. That he was acting like he would with anyone else but only with the two of us.

To Terushima: Hey, can we talk?

From Terushima: Yeah, what's up

To Terushima: There's no other way to ask this other than what's going on with us? I'm confused. I've been getting mixed signals the last few days and last I heard, we were strictly friends

From Terushima: We're friends, sorry if I didn't make things clear enough.

To Terushima: It's fine.

I dropped my phone on my bed. Then why was he acting like this?

——————

I knocked on Yuu's door with tears in my eyes. He was right. They all were.

"Hey-" He stopped his friendly greeting when he saw the tears welling in my eyes. "What happened?" All I could do was hug him, tears flowing from my face and to his shirt. It caught him off guard but he securely wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. Slowly he guided me inside and up to his room, where he sat us on his bed. "Y/N? What happened?" I sniffled, one of his hands rubbing my back as I curled into a bit of a ball.

"You were right. You all were and I should've listened." My voice was hoarse and dry from crying so much. "He just wanted me for sex. He kept bringing it up the last few days, a-and I told him no multiple times and he kept pushing. So I talked to Kanako, and she said he was acting different and was putting up his mask like he does for everyone else. But then he turned to her and started saying the exact same things to her that he would say to me. All the things that made me feel special and I told him today I'm not interested in being fuck buddies and he said 'that's a shame' and went offline." Yuu was quiet for moment before finally responding.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill that bastard." His voice was deathly serious, and I simply shook my head.

"He's not worth the time. I'm sorry for not listening to you guys." Tears were welling back in my eyes and I'm sure they were now red and puffy from crying so much.

"You don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong." I shrugged and slumped a bit.

It feels like I did something to deserve this.

"Come on, we have the whole day so let's watch one of your movies and eat a ton of food and forget about him for a minute." I looked up at his eyes and nodded, stealing another hug from him which he quickly accepted and placed a kiss on my forehead. My heart warmed at the little action of affection but it was easily hidden by my red, splotchy cheeks from tears.

The rest of the night we watched a few movies and cuddled while eating candy, mostly I did since he tries not to eat too many sweets for volleyball but I got him to have a few. Terushima tried calling me towards the end of Big Hero 6 and I froze up, Yuu immediately realized my change in posture and leaned over. He sent a nod and left it up to me to answer. Hesitantly, I answered the skype call and saw Terushima sitting there shirtless at his desk.

"Hey pretty girl, what are you up to?" My nerves sky rocketed, on the one hand my heart skipped a beat at the pet name but it also made my blood run cold, I know I'm not special.

"Yuu and I are having a movie night right now." He got a glint in his eye before I angled the phone and showed my best friend.

"Why don't you come over? We can have our little movie night." I shrunk at his offer, knowing the hidden request underneath.

"We were actually about to start on dinner cause our current movie is ending right now.." Terushima sighed and rolled his eyes. "S-Sorry." My body started entering fight or flight mode and I wanted so bad to choose fight but all my mind could say was run.

"It's whatever. What are you doing tomorrow?" I shuffled in my spot uncomfortably.

"I- I don't know, did we have any plans Yuu?"

"That's why I'm-"

"Yeah, my mom invited you and your family over for dinner remember?" Terushima sighed again and I managed to conceal my laughter of him mistaking Yuu for a nickname. He really thought I was talking to him.

"Right! Sorry, Terushima, looks like I have plans after all." He sighed and rolled his eyes again.

"Whatever, I'm gonna go to bed, night princess." The phone clicked and he was gone.

"Y/N? You okay?" I stared at my screen as I already had texts coming in from the faux blond.

From Terushima: Really? The last name card? I know I said I needed to be friends but that doesn't change my feelings for you

From Terushima: Skip dinner tomorrow

From Terushima: Say you have plans with Kanako or something

From Terushima: I miss you

From Terushima: And I wanna have some fun with you

"What an asshole, you deserve better." I shrugged my shoulders as I tried to figure out how to word my response without saying too much about Kanako.

To Terushima: I can't get out of it, I forgot my mom mentioned it to me a week ago, I'm sorry

I locked my phone and tossed it on the couch, burying my face in my hands as I fought of the rising tears. Yuu's hands wrapped around my wrists and pulled them down before looking directly at me.

"Listen to me. You. Deserve. Better. You're beautiful beyond belief and you're super strong. You don't deserve some guy walking all over you because he wants to get some." I looked down at my lap and smiled painfully, trying to tune out the sounds of my phone buzzing off the wall. He looked to the side and back at me. "Do you want me to open it?" I shrugged and let him open it. He made a 'tch' sounded and passed it to me.

From Terushima: That still doesn't answer why you pulled that card, what happened to calling me Yuuji and all those nick names?

From Terushima: Please? I'm sure Kanako would cover for you, we could have so much fun

From Terushima: C’mon babygirl, I know you miss me too

To Terushima: We're just friends now, there's no real reason for me to call you Yuuji

To Terushima: And I really can't get out of it, I'm sorry.

From Terushima: But you'll call your friend by his first name?

To Terushima: Don't bring Yuu into this, I’ve known him since our first year of middle school.

From Terushima: Whatever, stop making excuses.

My body officially entered fight mode. Yuu was reading what was going on over my shoulder, his chin resting there so his face was next to mine. Why is my face so warm? It's cause I'm aggravated, right?

To Terushima: Then stop making excuses to get your dick wet. I'm sick of feeling like this and you've known I'm not ready for sex but you keep pushing. Stop trying to make me feel special just so you can get another notch on your belt. I thought you were special and different, clearly not.

I locked my phone and put it on do not disturb, I couldn't be bothered with him anymore. A pair of lips gently and quickly kissed my cheek.

"I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself. You shouldn't have had to go through that." I shrugged and tried not to think about it. "C’mon, let's go eat." I nodded and stood up with the libero, we both needed real food.

——————

A month had passed and I hadn't heard from Terushima since I sent him that paragraph. The whole time I blamed myself. I should've worked past the red flags if it meant someone would actually love me. These thoughts have been consuming me since I found out and thought of ways to change myself, better myself so people may like me. This continued on for the next month and yet it's still eating me alive. Yuu has been frequently asking what was wrong but I always told him nothing. He shouldn't have to be bothered by this.

It wasn't until the almost two month mark hit of Terushima and I not talking when he texted me again. Yuu and I were once again hanging out, but this time at my house. Over the last two months we've gotten closer in a way. He was always showing more physical affection, whether it be an arm draped over me, playing with my hair more, giving me random cheek and forehead kisses. The list goes on. Along with the compliments that have been happening more frequently. But everytime I saw him, my heart would start trying to beat out of my chest and it was different form how I felt with Terushima, and I couldn't deny my feelings for Yuu. But I couldn't tell him. He wouldn't feel the same way, not after how he felt with Kiyoko and after knowing him for almost six years I doubt anything has changed. So I kept it buried, I started hiding my blushes and wider smiles as best as possible. My phone buzzed while we were watching a series on Hulu, we were spooning, him propped up on his elbow with an arm around my waist and my back pressed snuggly to his chest. Assuming it was Kanako, I picked up the device but my blood ran cold when I saw it was Terushima.

From Terushima: Hey, can we talk?

I dropped my phone on the bed, the notification on the screen. Yuu leaned over my shoulder a bit and picked up the phone. My mind flooded with the same, degrading thoughts again. I never felt that way around Yuu, I knew I wouldn't have to change for him, or at least, I hope I don't.

"Ignore him, he's a prick. Want me to block him for you?" I nodded my head. I watched as he clicked on the notification, typed in my passcode, and blocked the contact for both his number and on skype. "Done." He placed a kiss to my temple and for some reason, that opened the floodgates to my emotions. I rolled over in his arms and buried my face in his chest. My arms wrapping around his torso as I willed myself not to cry again. "What’s wrong, beautiful?" I shook my head and squeezed him tighter. "Nope we aren't doing that anymore. You either talk to me or someone else about it because I'm not letting you bottle it up anymore." I bit my lip as it started quivering. Slowly, I sat up, Yuu following suit and sat in front of me. His legs outstretched in a 'v' like pattern, I sat between his knees and mimicked how he sat so mine rested over his placing him between my knees.

"I ignored the red flags."

"What?"

"Y’know how some people say they were blinded by rose colored glasses?" I solemnly nodded my head as I went on to explain. "That's what I did. Looking back, I ignored any red flags because I thought if I stayed, that meant someone would finally love me like that. That I wouldn't be doomed to be alone forever. After a month of talking to him he started saying he wanted things and I would tell him I'm not ready or just ignore it. And for the last two months, I’ve been coming up with ridiculous reasons and excuses of how I screwed up or what I did wrong because it's easier to take the blame. And I’ve been thinking of ways to try and change myself, to make myself better for people's standards. Because nobody wants me like that." Tears stung my eyes and threatened to spill, my voice was weak and tired. It felt nice to let it all out.

"Never change yourself. If he can't love you for who you are that's his fault. He shouldn't have done that to you, any of it. He's to blame and you need to stop blaming yourself. You didn't do anything wrong." He had a deathly serious tone, one I’ve only heard so many times and I'll never get used to. He's always so loud and energetic, it's hard seeing him like this.

"But if nobody likes me then I clearly need to do something about it." I only sounded defeated.

"And how would you know that nobody likes you like that?" The Asahi tone, what is he doing using it on me? I mean, I see why it was effective for the gentle giant but he only ever used this tone on him.

"If somebody liked me then I probably wouldn't be single, or I would at least know. I see people getting confessions almost everyday at school." In one swift motion, his hands gripped under my thighs and pulled me into his lap. My legs loosely wrapped around his back and I propped my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

"I would know. I like you, doofus. I’ve liked you for a while. I chased after Kiyoko for the two years I did because I was trying to forget my feelings for you." My eyes were blown wide at his confession, my breathing was loud in the quiet room as I stared into his eyes. "If you want me stop anything I do then tell me, if you don't like me like that I get it and I'll be okay. But it kills me seeing you hurt like this over some bastard who only saw your body. He didn't even care about you or your personality or how strong and funny you are!" His shoulders heaved slightly from his tone rising. "So I'll say it again, if you want me to stop whatever I’m doing, then tell me." His voice was a whisper as he started leaning in.

I brought a hand up and laid it on the junction of his neck and jawline, my fingers grazing the hairs on the back of his neck as I let my eyes flutter shut. His soft lips soon met mine, I reciprocated the action instantly, moving our lips together as we let out some of our pent up feelings. He swiped his tongue against my bottom lip hesitantly, I pulled away slowly with a bright blush and small smile on my face.

"I've loved you for the longest time."

"You better not change. I don't need you to be anything else." I leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I wouldn't think of it." My words came out with small laughs, contagiously spreading to the libero.

"You better not."

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Tension

Pairing: Danny Rand x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: What happens when Iron Fist takes an interest in an undercover agent? (I’m so bad at summaries and Titles please forgive me)

A/N: This has been sitting incompleted in my drafts for like months and I finally got the energy and ideas to finish it. I feel accomplished.

It made sense that you and Danny never crossed paths. You were just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and he was part of the superhero program. Even though you were similar in age, you didn’t attend the same school and you had no skills in common so you never saw each other during training.

You were born into being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, growing up on the Helicarrier and training your entire life to be an undercover agent. You spent your days with different names and different personas, gathering intel and you were more skilled using weapons and gadgets than actual hand-to-hand combat, while he was parading around the city in a spandex suit.

You, of course, had heard of him but only by the name Iron Fist, and you had never seen him in person.

And it would have remained that way if you hadn’t gotten shot on your last mission. Even though it missed anything vital and the surgery had been a success, you were still told not to do anything that might agitate it for the next 3 months.

So, that was how you got transferred from the undercover agent assignments to team strategist department.

“But I don’t want to be in strategies!” You complained, stubbornly following Fury around the Helicarrier as he desperately tried to get away from you.

“Strategies is for boring people! Like Coulson!” You shouted ignoring Coulson’s offended ‘Hey!’, practically throwing a tantrum in the middle of the training room.

“And more importantly, you gave my assignment to that bitch, Lia?! I’ve been gathering contacts for that mission for around a year and you want me to just hand it over to that lazy piece of shit who would rub it in my face even if she never did anything for the mission?!”

That finally made Fury turn around to face you and you sighed in relief, hoping he would at least listen to you.

“Agent Coulson, make sure that every time (Y/N) swears, 50 bucks is cut down from this month’s pay check.”

You threw him a foul glare.

“You will be transferred to strategies in a week—”

“But I don’t want to—”

“Under the superhero programme—”

“Those pyjama freaks—?!”

“End. Of. Discussion.”

You glared at him so coldly, it could have frozen hell over. Your nails were digging painfully into the palm of your hand but you barely felt it through your anger.

You practically growled, pulling out a 50-dollar bill from your pocket and slamming it onto Coulson’s desk.

“MOTHER F—”

***

The first time you met a member of the team wasn’t one that you had expected. It was a month and a half into your recovery and you had written numerous mission reports on behalf of them and reset the programming of their training bots after each practice session but you still hadn’t met any of them.

The time you were taking to recover was driving you crazy. It made you feel weak. 2 months ago, you were in Barcelona, undercover as an underaged bartender for a mafia gang and now you were going to physiotherapy every week.

Since you were young and Fury didn’t want to take the change of you permanently injuring yourself, he was being very strict about what you could do, he basically confined you to a desk job for the next 2 months.

It was driving you mad.

So, one day when everyone was asleep, you snuck into the training area to practice shooting which you were sure had gone a little rusty since the accident. Nothing a little practice couldn’t help.

You picked up your favourite gun, smiling at the familiarity in your hand, loading it and clicking the safety off before pointing at the target and shooting.

The next thing you felt was excruciating pain. So painful that you were on the floor, pressing your forehead against the cold metal, wondering why this was happening to you.

The rebound of the gun had been too powerful for your arm to take. You felt your injury pull suddenly and you couldn’t think of anything other than the blinding pain as you cried on the floor. Feeling utterly helpless.

“Hello?”

You started, teary eyes getting wide at the sight of a blonde by the door. You had to wipe your eyes for your vision to focus, grunting in pain as you raised your arms again.

You recognized Iron Fist. You had been seeing footage of him and his team members for the last few weeks and writing mission reports about him but seeing him in person was a different feeling.

You hid your face, pulling your knees to your chest, hoping he would leave.

“I heard a gunshot.”

“Yeah,” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, “That was me.”

“Everything alright?” He came closer to you, standing a foot away from you and you shook your head no.

In all honesty, you wanted to get off the floor and go back to bed, but your arm burned so painfully you were scared to move it again.

“Here, let me help.”

You froze, but still let him raise his hand towards you. You saw his palm light up before he pressed it to your shoulder and you whimpered, shuffling away from him but he continued to apply a gentle pressure.

Soon you felt the pain get better, it slowly reduced to a dull buzz.

“H-How did you do that?” You asked, turning to him with wide eyes and he chuckled, seeing the childish wonderment. You clearly had never seen him in person before even if he had seen you.

Danny noticed you the day he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. You were returning from yet another mission and the soft blue dress you were wearing among armoured soldiers was hard to miss when he passed the debriefing room. Immediately, he stopped to peer inside.

The contrast between the soft summer dress and your cold, professional expressions sent a shiver down his spine. You looked so untouchable. However, he noticed the blush on your face when the agents complimented you and felt his heart flutter.

He had seen your road to recovery, he noticed you falling asleep at your desk every day, constantly doing work because you had nothing else to do and he wondered if it would be weird if he asked you to lunch sometime. For your sake, of course.

Looking at you curled up on the ground, he had wished he had done it sooner.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself before you’re ready.” He muttered, feeling tongue tied next to the girl he had been infatuated with from a distance.

You could only nod. This whole-time people had been telling you the same thing and you always retorted with confidence, saying that you were as good as ready to get back on the field. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought they were right.

“I’m Iron Fist.”

“(Y/N).”

“I know.” His answer came a little too fast and had you raising a brow. Danny wished he adorned a mask to cover the whole of his face like Spiderman when he felt his cheeks becoming warm, “You write our mission reports. I’m not creepy, I swear.”

You chuckled airily, turning back to the gun that was left on the ground and you pulled it back into your hand before clicking the safety back on before chucking it across the room.

“Thanks for helping me.”

“I’m glad I was there to help.”

***

After your first meeting, you found him approaching you more often after training. At first it was just ‘hello’s and ‘goodbyes. Then he began asking about your day and you gave him mundane responses before you were forced to ask him how his day was.

Then he started coming early before his training with a cup of tea for you, though it was sometimes juice, sometimes hot cocoa.

Then he started staying late after training and you would give him a bottle of water and complain about him being sweaty.

It was an unlikely friendship but nonetheless, you got closer as the days passed by and once you did, it didn’t take long for you to meet the rest of the team. They kept you company and you grew fond of the rest of them; however, it wasn’t the same way that you felt with Iron Fist.

Your crush on Iron Fist snuck up on you when you were least expecting it but once you realized it you couldn’t stop yourself from falling hard and deep. Still, you continued to hang out with him, pushing down the butterflies whenever he smiled and stopping yourself from grinning too wide whenever you were around him.

You tried to keep your relationship platonic, not wanting to get caught up in it because it was unprofessional. You didn’t even know his identity and you didn’t want to find out. You were afraid that once he revealed that part of his life to you there was no going back on your love for him.

So, you stayed friends, good friends.

***

“So, it all blew up in her face? Huh, I should say I’m surprised but I’m really not.” You said, sighing when Fury handed you the mission file that you had been working on for a year before handing it off to another agent.

“You get to relieve her of her duties and start working again. Effective as of next week.”

You were grinning now. The doctor had given you the all clear a month ago and you had been waiting for a mission to be handed off to you but it had been a quiet month, with no need for undercover or even recon missions.

To get back the mission that you lost when you got shot seemed like the best one to start off again, and you thought your day couldn’t get any better but it seemed like you were having an incredibly good day.

As soon as you exited the room, there stood Iron Fist in all his glory and your excitement got better of you. You bolted right into his arms, catching him off guard with a hug.

“Woah, did something happen?” He asked curiously but still wrapped his arms around you to return the hug. You pulled away, flashing him the mission file in your hand and grinned brightly.

“I finally got cleared for a mission!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you! I’m so excited! I have to go and prepare right away!”

“Wha—Right now?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “I’m off in about a week, lots to prepare before that.”

“Well, how long is it going to take?”

“Not sure, oooh, maybe I’ll get relocated someplace cool like Dubai or India or something.”

He didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm but just chuckled in a dejected sort of manner before nodding his head, “Maybe.”

***

“Partner? Fury, I don’t do partners. I am a single lady and would like to stay that way.”

He just sighed, used to your temper tantrums. Though he was honestly wishing he had a mute button on you. You were like the daughter he never wanted. Usually, he maintained a professional relationship with all the other agents but you were like the gem of the department.

Being one of the youngest and most capable of the agents was a reason for many of the older ones to fawn over you. I mean let’s be honest, a baby who can kick ass was adorable!

That always made you more outrageous than the other agents, letting yourself have the temper tantrums and choosing not to be a stiff, boring agent. You knew just how to push Fury to get what you wanted.

“The mission is to go to a socialite party and while you have the skills, you don’t have the contact.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before—”

“We need someone that has the last name to get you in. Besides, after last time, another agent looking after you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

Your face fell and Fury knew he made a mistake in choosing his words. Your lip quivered slightly and he heard an agent tut disapprovingly at him and mentally sighed.

“That wasn’t my fault...” You said softly, your voice seemed thick and he knew one wrong move could possibly break the floodgate. He sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “I know that. But we just want you to be safe. Just in case something goes wrong again, so this time somebody can have your back.”

You nodded sadly, lips in a small pout and eyebrows furrowed. Somewhere in the background he heard another agent whispering to another that Fury was trying to make you cry and felt his eye twitch.

“No one blames you for what happened.”

You nodded wordlessly again, still frowning.

“Tell you what, because it’s your first mission back, you get a higher budget for it.” That was it. Your face brightened like the sun and you giggled childishly, sending him a mischievous smirk as you thanked him.

You disappeared before he could even scold you and Fury then heard the rest of the agents burst into laughter about how you managed to play him.

Again.

***

“Daniel Rand.” You mumbled, looking over the case file. Apparently, he would be your partner for today but it was odd that you never heard of him before. It took you a very short time going through the S.H.I.E.L.D. database to find his name.

‘Daniel Rand, a.k.a. Iron Fist.’

‘WHAT?!’

Daniel Rand? The blond aristocrat that looked like he was picked out of your wildest dreams. With a face that could break hearts and make knees weak, was the confidant and friend that you had been crushing on for weeks now?

Wow, he definitely had a face to match.

Without realizing, you had been staring at his picture for about 5 minutes, fawning over his sharp jaw and deep green eyes with a ridiculous love-sick smile on your face, with your heart fluttering in your chest.

‘God, please, like me.’ You said in your head. So far you had sort of a flirtationship going on with Iron Fist but you wondered if it was the same for Danny. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would intentionally lead you on, but now that you were seeing his face, you realized just how little you knew about him.

He probably had a life of his own and you took up only a sliver of it. Being an agent, you didn’t leave the Helicarrier very often, and you certainly didn’t have too many very friends. You never really realized how much you were missing until you got shot.

Iron Fist, well Daniel, filled the void you felt during your time off but it was also very possible that he didn’t feel the same way, that you were just someone he spent time with to get over his boredom.

Maybe tonight would be the time to change that.

The mission was supposed to take place today, so you woke up bright and early to finish up some things. Go over case files, do a weapon check and pick out your outfit. You were supposed to wear something that would catch people’s attention. And in the back of your head, you also wanted to blow Daniel’s mind right out of his skull.

Red seemed like it would make a statement. So would a bodycon, or maybe a long dress with a high slit. You wanted to go all out for your first mission in months. Maybe even get a few jaw drops.

Finally deciding on an outfit, you quickly texted Daniel.

‘Wear (F/C).’

***

“This guy is coming right?” You asked, bored. You had been ready for about 15 minutes now, looking like you were dripping diamonds and lounging comfortably in Fury’s seat, with your legs thrown over the armrest.

“He’ll be here any minute now.” Said Coulson, checking his phone.

You rolled your eyes, “Why do I feel like this is one of those movie moments where the girl comes down the stairs and the guy is just staring at her with a jaw drop. Or like when the bride walks down the aisle and the groom bursts into tears.”

You sighed, checking your watch again. 20 minutes.

“For someone making me wait this long, he better be so good looking that it makes me cry.”

“Well, I hope I don’t disappoint.”

The new voice certainly turned a few heads and there stood Daniel Rand. The pictures online really did him no justice. Sure, you didn’t cry, but your eyes definitely didn’t feel worthy to be looking something so pretty in the eye.

Before you could help it, a ‘wow’ slipped past your lips and he blushed, having heard you. Wow, he was cute inside and out. Unfortunately, Coulson had to come in where he wasn’t wanted and suggested a quick briefing which you had to agree to.

In the middle of the briefing, Coulson handed you a ring box and you raised a brow, “I’m a little young for you, don’t you think?”

He let out an irritated sigh but you noticed the tips of his ears turn red from embarrassment, “You’re posing as his fiancé. You need an engagement ring to match.”

“Shouldn’t he be getting on his knee then?” You joked, gaping at the size of the diamond for a second before slipping it on, completely missing the way Danny got redder at your teasing, “Wow, it suits me so well one would think I was made to be a socialite’s fiancé.”

Danny didn’t say anything and you brushed it off, putting him off as the shy but cute bookworm who would come through in a difficult situation. As soon as the thought came to mind, you facepalmed. All it took was one good looking guy to mess up your work habits.

“Well, come on honey, we have a party to get to.” You called out teasingly and handed him the keys to the car before strutting to the garages.

Coulson clapped him on the back with a small smirk on his face, “Good luck, honey.”

***

It didn’t take much effort to meet your contact in the party and you quickly left Danny’s side to discreetly to get any information he could pass to you. You quietly chatted with the contact.

Behind you, you vaguely heard a bunch of girls flock around him, giggling shrilly and trying to flirt with him. You resisted rolling your eyes. You had on an engagement ring but Danny’s finger was still bare and even though he might have announced being taken to them, apparently it was necessary for a ring to show his commitment. Something told you that even if he got it tattooed on his forehead, people would still try to flirt with him.

He just had one of those faces. Those faces that made people lose all reason. I mean, you’re slightly annoyed at the girls that have no moral and are shamelessly throwing themselves at him. But really, can you blame them?

Danny was gorgeous. He looked like a Greek Adonis that was sent down from the heavens to grace your eyes. Honestly, you couldn’t take your eyes off him while the two of you were driving down to the party.

Seeing them get handsy was more irritating than It usually would be. As annoying as it was to see these women through all their morals out the window and try and get a taken man to reciprocate their advances, it was more annoying to see them gawk over the guy you were crushing on.

A part of you wanted to just leave him in the car and not have anybody look at him.

But to keep your crush a secret, you maintained your distance from him, talking to the contact in a mixture of different languages so no one would be able to understand. Once you were done, you opted for getting a drink until you saw the pleading look on his face and almost felt bad.

So, you sauntered over to him, cutting right through the throng of girls, disgusted to see that some of them had wedding rings on, right to Danny’s side, snaking an arm around his waist and placing your hand underneath on his chest, giving him a sweet smile.

The shiny engagement ring on your finger caught their attention and they frowned, reminded that they were allowed to look, but not to touch.

“I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” You said, syrupy sweet and loud enough for the girls to hear before turning to them with a charming smile, “I hope my fiancé wasn’t too short with you girls today, he’s very stressed lately, with the wedding planning and all.”

Their faces fell further when you leaned into him and they could all recognize the possessive glint in your eyes. A look that said, I saw you trying to get your hands on something that was mine, you vultures.

The left you two quickly after that, resorting to go gossip in some corner. You wondered if they were snivelling about you but then realized that you shouldn’t be too cocky.

Instead, you turned your unamused gaze to your ‘fiancé’, pulling away from him with a frown.

“I’m assuming that you haven’t come here to flirt with someone else’s wife.”

“I wasn’t flirting though...” He replied innocently and you pursed your lips, resisting the urge to scowl at him. Instead, you just sighed and turned away from him, keeping an eye on the rest of the guests.

If what you were told is true, then someone is going to attempt an assassination on your contact and it was your job to protect him. However, you were distracted once more when he placed a hand on your waist.

You meant to turn around and ask him what he was doing but his grip was strong and he then pressed his lips to your ear. You froze, neck getting uncomfortably hot.

“At the entrance to the foyer.” He mumbled, looking into the mirror that was facing the entrance. Sure, enough you saw it too, the glint that came from the shadows. Someone was there.

The two of you still managed to stay inconspicuous, pretending like you were a couple in love. You turned to him with a smirk, hand going to your thigh where a gun was holstered.

“What do you say about getting out of here?”

With a hand around your waist, he led you to the other end of the room. Just as you expected, a waiter came up to you, trying to guide you elsewhere and you realized that both exits were covered. Grinning up at him, you asked him where the restroom was, giggling in a way that suggested something and he showed you up to the staircase to a hallway.

Some of the older couples gave you knowing smiles while some of them passed disgusted glances as you made your way to the bathroom that for some reason had a couch in it. Damn, rich people.

You pulled up a schematic of the house, along with security cameras and looked figured out that each one of the exits were covered. Quickly making a plan with Danny, the two of you were about to exit again when you stopped him

You reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, dishevelling it a little before messing up his collar and slightly untucking his shirt. Taking a step back to admire your handiwork, you stopped for a second.

Something was missing.

It quickly occurred to you and you used your thumb to ruin your lipstick a little before smearing it at the base of his neck, “That should be convincing enough. Don’t you think?”

You didn’t give him a moment to answer, not that he even could, with you so close that he could smell your perfume and the scent made him feel dizzy. You pulled away to mess up your own hair and dress.

“How do I look?”

“Dishevelled.”

“Excellent.”

***

“Mission successful, assassination attempt was unsuccessful, contact is safe and being placed into witness protection, assassinators are in custody for questioning. Report 291220. Agent 290803. Phase Beta successful.” You reported into the com set.

Danny was quiet beside you, choosing to pay attention to the road while you deactivated your gadgets for the night. A quick glance from the corner of your eyes made your heart speed up just a little. He was doing that thing where he drove with just one arm.

“You know...” You started, clicking the safety on your gun, avoiding his eyes, “We don’t have to go back to HQ right now? We can get some dinner or something? In the mood for a veggie burger?”

“Is this meant to be platonic?”

“It’s meant to be a date.” You commented. His jaw tightened slightly and you raised a brow at him, did you really make him so uncomfortable?

“I thought you were in a relationship.”

“What?”

“Iron Fist. You like him, don’t you?”

An amused chuckle left you. Of course. He didn’t know you were aware of his secret. Resisting the urge to laugh at him, you shot him a smirk, leaning against your arm.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Danny’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He didn’t look at you, instead staring at the road with a steely gaze and for a second you wondered if you shouldn’t have pushed him.

“It’s a little hypocritical of you to nag me for not being loyal in a fake engagement and then going behind Iron Fist’s back, don’t you think?”

His voice was tight and he was gritting his teeth as he talked to you. You sighed, not wanting to upset him, “Not when you’re the same person.”

He jerked.

“Woah! Drive straight dude!”

“You knew?”

You snorted, “Pretty much, yeah. And since when are we in a relationship? I don’t remember you ever asking me out?”

His cheeks coloured, embarrassed and he looked away from your gaze, “I was planning to.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You continued in a comfortable silence while he drove. You weren’t really paying attention to where he was driving, choosing to look at him with a small smile. He really was beautiful. Judging by his red ears, he was well aware of your staring.

Eventually, he pulled into a parking space and you were mildly surprised to see he had driven you to a McDonalds. You grinned at him and he returned the smile, getting out of the car to open your door before taking your hand.

“You owe me a date.”

You sent him a soft smile, curling your finger underneath his chin before pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He returned it immediately, slightly pushing you onto the car door and gripping your hips. You pulled away, giggling when you realized some of your lipstick was now staining his.

Chuckling, you leaned up until your lips were brushing against his ear, “Hey genius, you still haven’t asked me out yet.”

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Can you do angst coops

Anon, you wanted angst, I hope I delivered.

I Need You

Please be mindful of the content warnings for this!

Concept characters belong to @lumosinlove

CW: injury talk, injury description, anxiety, depression is discussed but not mentioned.

It happened so quickly that Remus had to take a few seconds to process it. Process the air being knocked from his lungs. Process the thud of his body hitting the ice. Process the pain ripping through his shoulder.

It happened so quickly that it took Remus a few weeks to learn how to take a breath that didn’t hurt him again. Learn how to open his eyes without tears pooling in them. Learn how to look at his fiancé without a ball of tears rising in his throat.

It happened so quickly that Sirius was still dealing with the residual anger. Still dealing with the shock of watching his fiancé succumb to yet another injury. Still dealing with the hurt that was deep rooted into his stomach knowing that he couldn’t help.

He couldn’t help him. Remus was just laying there, staring at the ceiling with his arm propped up on a pillow, shoulder still setting from the surgery. It shouldn’t have happened like this. Not in his first season. He had come so far only to be turned right back around at the first check point. It tore Sirius apart; every muscle fibre ripped open and lit on fire. If he could take an even an ounce of the hurt and ache from his fiancé to make this whole situation any easier he would in a heart beat. If he could take way all of the pain that his fiancé was dealing with then even better.

“Looking at me with those eyes isn’t making this any easier, Sirius.” Sirius winced at Remus’ tone, at the use of his name. Sirius shook his head and opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, knowing that it would end in the same argument the couple had day in, day out for the past month.

He put his hands in his pockets and left the room, only stopping to turn his head over his shoulder.

“Text me if you need anything.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.

Remus just lay there, staring back up at the ceiling for what felt like minutes, but turned out to be hours, judging by the sunset coming through the bedroom window. Sure he could turn the television on but even having it as background noise grated at his mind, his bones, his everything. Everything hurt anyway but the thought of moving to do anything just gnawed and gnawed at every part of his subconscious, eating away at everything that remained positive about the situation.

It wasn’t meant to end like this. His career wasn’t meant to end before it started up again. All of his hopes and dreams burned to sheer rubble in a matter of seconds. He played through the moment in his mind again. The sound of Carrow coming up to his left and slamming him into the boards, shoulder first. The twist as he fell on the ice, shoulder first. The rebound, hitting this ice, shoulder first. He didn’t know how it happened, what had happened until the white noise had dulled down. Until the pain screamed through him and caught his throat.

No sound came out. No matter how hard he tried, the scream wouldn’t leave him. No, it wasn’t until he was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital where he finally made a sound. He emitted only a single sob. But the sob wasn’t a result of the pain. No, the sob was a result of the realisation that this was it. He had his second chance and he blew it.

He shook his head slightly trying to get rid of the memory, moving his good hand up to wipe the tears from his eyes. No matter how hard he tried though, they kept pooling and kept falling; running streams down his cheeks and his neck. He choked back another sob. In his attempt to calm down, he managed to grab his phone and sent a text to Sirius.

‘I need you’

It took Sirius a matter of seconds to make his way back up the stairs and into their bedroom and almost broke at the sight of his fiancé lying there, tears running down his face, struggling to breathe through the pain, whether it was physical pain or emotional pain, Sirius wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” he rounded the bed and climbed next to Remus’ uninjured side. “I’m here, it’s okay.” He tucked into Remus’ side, using his hand to guide Remus’ face to look at him, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. Remus sobbed harder.

As much as it hurt Sirius, this was the first time that Remus had cried since that single sob in the ambulance. Remus needed this, he needed the outlet.

“Get it all out, there you go.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss onto Remus’ forehead as he sobbed harder. He pulled himself in closer, mindful not to move Remus too much so that he didn’t hurt him.

“I-“ Remus started but couldn’t get his words out without coughing from how hard he was crying.

“Hey, hey,” Sirius started softly, “it’s okay, you don’t need to say anything right now, baby.” Sirius soothed, his heart breaking. He lay there with him until his breathing levelled out. He would lay there with him for hours, days if need be. Anything to help take the pain away, to help him get through this.

“I’m sorry,” Remus mumbled once he could compose full words. Sirius’ head shot up and looked at his boyfriend. He just looked so… broken.

“What for, mon loup?” He asked, his throat restricting and tears forming behind his eyes.

“I just- I don’t know, I’m just sorry.” Tears fell down Remus’ face once again. He felt awful but couldn’t comprehend why. There were so many emotions going through his head but his head was empty at the same time. He struggled to find the words to explain this.

“Hey, no, look at me,” Sirius guided Remus’ face by his chin with his thumb and forefinger to look at him in the eyes. He rubbed his thumb along the bottom of Remus’ quivering lip, “It is okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve been hurt, its okay for you to feel like this. I know we keep having this conversation and it ends in an argument but we will get through this, okay? You bounced back once, we can do it again.”

“But the doc-“

“Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn what the doctor said, baby. He only said that there is a chance you won’t be able to skate again, he never said that the decision was final. You’ve bounced back before Re through sheer will and determination and courage and you came back stronger than ever. We can do it again, non?”

Remus nodded slightly.

“Do you think it would be worth booking in some sessions with Heather, mon loup? She really helped me after everything that happened with my ankle.” Sirius tested. He knew it would be a tough topic to bring up. It had been for himself after all.

“I think it would help.” Remus admitted in a quiet voice. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay not to be okay, baby.” Sirius said softly, placing a feather light kiss onto Remus’ cheek, just on top of the tear tracks, “It’s okay.”

“I love you Sirius,” Remus mumbled, kissing Sirius, “so so much.”

“I love you too, so so much more.”

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horansqueen · 3 years

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New Angel - Chapter 5

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☆ written from Niall’s pov ☆ i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it. ☆ AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance ☆ 2.5k ☆ i accept requests and ideas for this story, so message me in my inbox! ☆ if you want to be notified when this story is updated (or be taken off the update list) CLICK HERE

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NIALL

It took a few days before I received a text message from Summer who was inviting me to the movies. It was not really original but I was happy I'd get to spend some of my time with her. Millie had convinced me to go back to work and I had to admit that keeping my head busy was a nice way to get a break from my heartache. I preferred Summer to keep my mind off Grace but I would use every way possible to get over my heartbreak as soon as possible.

"You're not eating diner with us?" Louis asked, making me look up after playing with my keys.

"Nope!"

"Ah, you're gonna get laid." he just pointed out with a nod, making Millie chuckle near him.

I glanced at her and sent her a small smile before looking back at Louis and sending him a smirk. I wanted to joke and ask him if he was jealous but it would be useless since I knew he pretty much had sex whenever he wanted to. Instead, I just shrugged with an amused smile and raised my eyebrows.

"Hopefully."

"D'you need condoms?" he added to tease me.

"Naa, thanks, we're clearly not the same size."

Louis raised his hand up, showing me his middle finger and I started laughing, taking a few steps back, doing the same to him, my middle finger up in the air. I smiled more when my eyes met Millie's and I shook my head slightly.

"Not you Mills, you know I love you!"

She jokingly blew a kiss at me and I pretended to catch it and push it in my pocket, making her laugh. The only good thing beside Summer that came with the fact that Grace broke my heart was that I was getting close to my friends. I was always quite close to Louis, but this whole thing made me realized that we didn't talk much anymore, and we didn't hang out much either. Now that I was single (or something?), I got to spend time with him and I had missed him. Millie was also a good addition to my life. She was still slightly annoying but the more time i spent with her, the more I liked the side of her that made her say things the way they were. Her bluntness was refreshing. I felt like most of the time, everyone around me tried to be sorry for me, or would tell me what I want to hear. She was not rude, she just told me when I was going too far, or shook me when I needed to be, and I realized that true friendship was not pretending the people around you were perfect, it was helping them move on, grow up, and be a better person. Millie was doing just that with me.

"I guess you're also not going to be there tonight, or when we wake up." Louis added as I shrugged again.

"Hopefully." I repeated, making both my friends smile more.

"Have fun!"

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The movie was boring but I spent the whole time glancing at Summer who seemed to be focus on the screen. I wanted to wrap my arm around her but I was scared of the message it would send so I decided not to. I also didn't dare kissing her for the same reason, and I took a mental note to ask her about the kind of relationship she was looking for on the same night. I just wanted to make things clear and get rid of that restraint inside me that made me think twice about everything I wanted to do or say.

Near the end, I stared at her as she reached very slowly for the popcorn, groping around to find it, and it made me smile. There was no doubt in my mind that I liked Summer and that I wanted to get to know her, I was just scared she was going to be some sort of rebound and I felt extremely guilty about it.

I don't know how the movie ended but when we walked out of the theater, she sent me a big smile and my heart twisted in my chest.

"So, did you guess that they would end up together?" she asked, making my lips part.

"Uh, no."

"Me neither." Summer admitted, raising her nose up slightly. "I'm not good at guessing these kind of things."

I pushed one of my hands in my pockets and chuckled, feeling slight embarrassed. I brought my free hand to scratch the back of my head and I glanced at her. "The truth is, I didn't really watch the movie. I was focused on you."

Her eyes got bigger with surprise and finally, her lips curled slightly to the left. I liked the way she was looking at me and I also liked how oblivious she was. She didn't see the way I looked at her, and she didn't seem to realize how pretty she was. Somehow, it made her prettier. Perhaps it was only because I was used to date confident girls who knew their worth and it was not a better or worst thing, it was just different.

"You really know how to sweet talk women." she pointed out before letting out a short laughter. "But I like it."

"Seriously. I mean it."

"Okay." she nodded, licking her lip before her eyes got smaller. I felt like she was studying me and I liked it. "Then how about you come over to grab a bite? That way you can spend some more time watching me?"

I let out a louder laugh than intended and finally nodded too. "That's a great idea!"

I drove us to her place when when we walked in, I let my eyes roam around. The apartment was small an decorated with pastel colors. It was clearly not the colors I would have picked but it was clean and welcoming, and it fitted well with Summer's bubbly personality.

"Okay, let's see what leftovers we have..." she said in a soft tone, opening the fridge and bending down to look inside.

I suddenly wondered if she did that on purpose but I just shook my head and closed my eyes for a few seconds. From what I knew of Summer, it was not the kind of things she did, but it reminded me that it was exactly the kind of things Grace would do, and I liked it.

"Pasta good for you?"

I opened my eyes when I heard her voice again and blinked a few times before nodding. "Yea, yea it's perfect."

She handed me a beer before putting the food in the microwave and started it. I took a sip of my drink as she turned around and leaned her butt against the counter. She sent me a small smile but I couldn't help and let my eyes move down on her. The necklace she was wearing was falling gracefully between her breasts until her navel but unlike the dress she was wearing at the club, her outfit on that day was pretty simple: a black pair of jeans and a pink shirt that molded her upper body perfectly. I was pretty sure she looked good no matter what she was wearing and it made me smile. She tilted her head slightly, playing with her hair falling down from her high pony tail down to the middle of her back and licked her lips.

"If you want I can tell you what happened in the movie while you stare at me like that."

I looked up and our eyes met again but when I saw her smile, I mirrored it and walked closer. "I'd rather know more about you."

Her amused smile faltered slowly, changing into a loving one, and she tilted her head just as the microwave beeped. She chuckled a bit and turned around, making a bowl for me and one for her, and we sat down at her table, facing each other.

"Okay, tell me what you want to know." she just proposed before taking a bite.

"Okay... age, last name, siblings?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and making her laugh as she chewed.

"You're right, we don't know that much about each other." she admitted with a nod. "We talked at the club but we quickly ended up in your apartment."

I smiled more. "I know you study in fashion and that you used to live with a few friends but that you recently moved here by yourself. I also know that you've only been in two serious relationships, one of them when you were still a teen, and that you've been single for two years. But I have no idea how old you are."

"Glad to know you can stare at me and listen to what I say at the same time!" she joked.

"I'm a multitask guy." I shrugged with a chuckle, making her laugh too.

"I'm 23." she admitted. "I have two older sisters, and my last name is Carpenter."

"Good to know. And apparently, you like romantic movies."

"Don't we all?" she asked with a shrug but chuckling when she saw me raising my eyebrows. "I mean, most of us want to find real love and live happily ever after, right?"

My smile faltered as Grace invaded my head again. I felt a wave of sadness invade me but when I looked up at Summer, I realized she hadn't noticed anything.

"Yeah, I guess it's human nature."

I tried to push my ex girlfriend out of my mind and we kept talking about each other for a while and when she got up to bring her dishes to the dishwasher, I followed her and helped her. She turned my way and looked up in my eyes as I felt my heart jump in my chest at the proximity of our bodies. She smelled exactly the same as she did wat the club. It was that perfume that lasted for 3 days on one of my pillows but I couldn't tell what exactly it smelled like. She started nibbling on her bottom lip while staring at me and I couldn't take my eyes off of her either.

"I want you to know that I normally don't do that."

"Don't do what?" I asked very low.

"Sleep on the first night." she confessed in a whisper. "But you're special, I don't know."

"Is that a good thing?"

Her lips curled and she chuckled, nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Mhm, yes."

I was not expecting it but she got on her tiptoes and kissed me gently but firmly. Her lips moved against mine and I tasted her lip-gloss when my tongue ran on bottom lip. It was sticky and it smelled like strawberry, telling me that it was probably her favorite.

"Summer," I murmured between two kisses. "We need to talk."

"I know, but we can do it after."

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I kissed her deeper, pulling her closer. I don't know how we ended up in her room but I knew I went a bit too roughly when I pushed her against the door and she stopped me.

"How about we go on my bed?"

I nodded quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her gently but quickly with me. I layed on top of her, grinding down against her as she whimpered in my mouth, and I couldn't help but tell myself that it felt even better than the first time. Her shirt and her pants ended on the carpet and I let my lips run down her neck, sliding between her breasts and on her stomach until I reached for her panties. I wanted to taste her, and I could tell how aroused she was just from the way she smelled, but when I pulled her panties down with two of my fingers on the sides, she tensed.

"Niall, please, not today, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat, hoping I didn't ruin the moment, and I moved back up to press my lips on hers. "Okay, anything you want."

"I'll remember that." she joked with a chuckle, making me smile against her mouth.

She grabbed my shirt and moved it over my head before her hands ran in my hair and down my naked back, making me feel the same burning sensation I had felt the first time and when I finally lied down on top of her naked, I realized how similar everything was.

"Summer, baby, you want to ride me?" I asked in a murmur, moving away slightly to look in her eyes.

Her lips parted and she held her breath but after a few seconds, she nodded and licked her lips. I lied down next to her but quickly sat back up, searching for my pants on the floor and grabbing the condom I had brought with me. I could feel guilty for even bringing it as if I expected to have sex with her but my mom always said 'better safe than sorry' and I would have hated myself if I hadn't brought one and didn't have the chance to do that again with her. I lied down on my back and when she straddled me, the sight made my dick twitch and my heart jump. She was hot and watching her move on top of me was definitely going to bring me to an orgasm fast.

I ran my hands on her thighs and when she moved on her knees to sit on my cock, It was my turn to hold my breath while my lips parted. She felt so good around me that I let out a low curse word and blinked a few times, trying to see her better as I became dizzy. She had a small shy smile and I let my hands slid up until her waist just to feel her skin against mine.

"Fuck, you feel amazing."

She started moving over me, riding me gently, and she bent down to kiss me again. I ran my hands on her, wherever I could touch, but she didn't move back her and stayed laying on me. I enjoyed the way her hips were moving against mine and when I felt myself reach an orgasm, I held her waist tighter. I felt her start shaking over me a few seconds after I came and when her body went limp on top of me, I sighed with a smile, running a few of my fingertips on her spine.

"Now, we have to talk." I repeated in a gentle tone, bringing my hand up to move her hair out of her face and press my cheek on the top of her head.

She remained silent for a few seconds but I felt her lips press on my chest and it made me smile. "Mmhm, we can talk now."

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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Empires on the Horizon XIV

Jason is a CEO: Part XIV

masterlist for other parts, more jercy, bad headcanons, and an abundance of crackships

SURPRISE!!! i finally got my laptop back and thankfully they didn’t have to wipe anything so i still had all my work! Between you and me i was more worried about all my fanfics than my uni work...... But I’ve learned my lesson. Do everything on google docs now!! Anyway this is a Percy POV and i hope you enjoy because i’ve missed this little universe more than you could possibly know and we’re finally (only fourteen chapters later) getting to the jercy part of this fic?! LOL it’s been wild.

i know i’m releasing a ton of fanfics at the moment so i hope you guys don’t feel overwhelmed. You know i adore your comments and thoughts but please don’t feel pressured to read all the fics i’m posting. I’ve just had a lot of time in the last weeks so it’s been easier to create. Please take care of yourself, i love you very much and i hope you have a magical holiday season!

Percy Jackson stretched his legs out in front of him and draped a blanket over them. There were few things he indulged in, but a good plane seat was one of them. He was spoilt for it but having the space to lay his unreasonably tall body down for eight hours seemed like a worthy investment. The announcements that continuously filtered through the crackly speakers were background noise as the bustle of people getting to their seats flowed throughout the cabins. He stared out his little window at the neon-jacketed guides and airport officials directing people to wherever they needed to be. He loved watching people just do things. There was something calming about knowing others weren’t interested in him in any way. That people got on with their lives despite the turmoil nobody knew about.

A flight attendant stopped next to him with a polite smile, “Champagne sir?”

“No thank you, a water please. Too early for alcohol.” He grimaced.

Mirth danced in her eyes as she glanced up at the rest of the passengers, some dangling flutes between their fingers. “Absolutely sir, anything else?”

He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. His pre-flight ritual, which consisted of him snuggling as comfortably as possible it his seat and trying to fall asleep, was already behind. The presence of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed CEO taking up the scattered pieces of his mind. It was crazy to think they had met almost a year ago, crazier still to think that about how much they had changed in that time. Percy at least felt like a completely different person to the one who had stepped off a plane from Hawaii all those months ago and attended his alma mater’s dinner. Although the university had surprised them with plaques honouring their contributions, it was seeing Jason Grace, learning about him that felt like the real reward. Hell, he was only half joking when he said he’d marry the guy the next Tuesday.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly. In the meantime please turn your attention to the screens in front of you for a video detailing the safety measures you will need to know while aboard this flight.”

He blinked back into the world and turned half his attention to the screen and the other half to locating the blonde he couldn’t seem to keep away from. He knew the safety briefings by heart, but he always felt bad for not paying attention. Someone worked hard to make those. He didn’t spot Jason in the two minutes the video played and then it was too late because the plane gave a low rumble and suddenly, they were lurching into motion. His heart climbed to his throat and he gripped his fingers underneath the blanket.

“Okay Percy,” He mouthed to himself, “You can do this. It’s at most fifteen minutes of instability and then you’ll be up in the air and you won’t even feel it.”

“Just fifteen minutes.” He kept repeating, taking deep shaky breaths. “Fifteen minutes.”

The plane jaggered down the runway, slow enough that he could still read the road signs indicating altitudes and compass directions and all sorts of fun information he didn’t care about. He felt the huge machine turn into the long stretch of tar that led them to the sky and his stomach clenched painfully. This was always the worst part. Take off. It felt like his entire body flew off with the plane while he stuck to the ground, superglue cementing him to the floor with no escape. He didn’t feel free. He felt torn.

The plane gave a horrible lurch and then it was screaming down the runway, grass and yellow lines blurring past them. They were going so fast he’s sure they’d break the sound barrier. He squeezed his eyes shut. Knuckles white as he twisted his hands together. The plan flew down the road and into the sky. His whole body felt suspended in space. He wanted to come down. He didn’t want to be here. Even with his eyes closed he could feel how high they were. He hated it.

Slowly, the plane started to level out until he felt his body realign: feet under him, hands beside him, head above him. He opened his eyes, spots dancing in his vision as they got used to the light once more. The seatbelt sign dinged above him, and a series of clicks followed. People got up to use the bathroom and grab things from the overhead compartments. He wasn’t going to get up until he was out of this plane. So he shoved his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

I will always love you how I do

Let go of a prayer for you

Just a sweet word

He gazed out the window, clouds close enough to whisper to, and his lips pulled up in a soft smile. The sky was beautiful. It just sucked that they had to get into a death trap to get to it. With his ocean eyes pinned to the balls of cotton hanging in the blue expanse his mind drifted. Reyna. He blinked. It was almost shameful how little he had thought of her since their breakup considering their year together. She had taught him tai quan do and baked him blueberry tarts. They had escaped to a little bubble in the forest and watched the leaves turn brown as they tumbled in bed. He knew she tapped her right foot when she was annoyed but her left fingers danced when she was excited. He knew she liked her eggs fried hard because she didn’t have time for sloppy yolk, but she liked them scrambled soft because it meant a richer croissant. But despite this she did not light his soul on fire. And he did not light hers either. They were merely striking matches without wood to burn. He heaved a sigh as he watched the threads of his relationship flutter before his eyes and fell asleep to them disappearing in gold strands leaking into the clouds. He succumbed to the bright sun and the soft warmth of memories and he didn’t wake until a loud announcement gave the signal that they were landing.

It was over so fast he didn’t have time to panic and he was grateful. Finally he was collecting his bags and walking out. A driver with his surname scribbled on a plaque stood front and center and with a quick flash of his ID and a hello they were piling into the car. He didn’t get a chance to see the blonde beauty, but the island was small and time was a plenty. They would find each other again.

“To the hotel sir?”

“Yes Luca, and then please stick around for half an hour. It’s just a quick freshen before I go to work. We have a lab meeting.”

The man nodded and then focused on the busy Italian streets they were navigating. He took in the colours and sounds as they whizzed by. It felt like a different universe. People were loud and excited and full of life and the little markets seemed to pull energy from the sun and direct it into joy. He wanted to tell Luca, to pull over, screw work, and take in the beauty of this little section of the world. But his phone buzzed in his pocket and he knew with a disappointed sinking in his chest that adventure would have to wait.

“Hello Percy,” Rachel Elizabeth Dare bubbled, ‘I assume you’ve arrived?”

“Yes Rach,” He sighed but amusement caught between his lips, “Have you got news for me?”

“No,” She sounded suspicious, “Why would I have news for you?”

“Because you only track my exact times when you want something but you’re too scared to ask me so you wait till I’m halfway across the country before asking.” He wanted to laugh as she made an indignant sound.

“Okay fine,’ She grumbled, “I wanted to know if I could close up the scuba for the weekend. I met a girl and i wanted to go out on Friday night with her.”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer, “Of course you can Rachel. But I’m curious to know…” He trailed off.

“Ugh you are impossible.” He could imagine her eye roll so vividly. “It’s Clarisse. The principal from your old school.”

“Well, well, well,” He grinned, “I better be getting premium seats to the wedding.”

“Why does everything always end in weddings for you?” She groaned.

“Scuse me for wanting a happily ever after.” He scrunched his face, “Oh and guess who’s here?”

“Is this a good guess or a bad one?”

“Good.” He smiled, “Very good.”

She gasped, speaker crackling at his ear, “Tell me!”

“Jason Grace.”

“What?” She squealed, “Are you guys going to have hot rebound sex and then realise you like each other more than just casual fuck-buddies and end up getting married and adopting like six children?”

He burst with amusement, “Slow down there Rach. I know I throw around the marriage idea, but kids seem like a big commitment.”

“You right,” She said decidedly, “Kids are a lot of effort. Just get married then. But no eloping!” He pictured the crease in her freckled brows. “I want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t promise anything,” He giggled.

“Perseus Jackson!” She scolded.

“Oof the full name.”

“I will tell your mother and she will kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, “No eloping. I have to go. But remember to take the keys for the scuba with you. We do not need the fire department breaking the door again.”

She grumbled about hating him and then blew him a kiss and ended the call. With a smile still playing on his lips he thanked Luca and rushed into the hotel. Thankfully the check in was painless and fast and he was stumbling into his room in no time. He barely had time to appreciate the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows and the ocean view it laid out before him. He promised himself he would take the time when he got back.

Quickly he hopped into the shower cursing when he realised he’d forgotten to take his socks off. With a horrified shudder he peeled them off and chucked them into the laundry basket, thankful it gets emptied every day. The water beat against his back, fogging up the glass and calming the racing in his veins. He gave himself the luxury of one extra minute to just take a deep breath and screw his head back onto his shoulders and then he jumped out and shoved on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He didn’t bother to do the top few buttons, figuring he’d have time in the car. Instead he fastened a watch to his wrists, rolled up the sleeves till they sat at his forearms– any attempt to bear the Italian heat– and then he slid his feet into a pair of sleek ankle boots and mussed his damp curls. With half a moments glance at the mirror to make sure his face didn’t have patches of sun-cream and his collar was straight he grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Glancing at his watch distractedly he rounded the corner, only to bump right into a hard chest.

“Oh,” He frowned, stepping back into a door. “Jason.”

“Hey,” The blonde smiled, “What a coincidence?” He laughed.

“You’re staying here?” It was really starting to feel like the universe was trying to tell him something.

‘Yep,” He gave a shy smile, blue gaze bright. “Guess you’re going to see a lot more of me then you expected huh?”

“I think you may be at more of a disadvantage than me.”

Jason looked at him, eyes dragging from his face down his body and eventually dropping to his shoes. Percy gave an involuntary shiver as the blonde tracked the same slow pace back up. “I think this could be very advantageous.”

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to be very late for my meeting.”

He laughed, the previous sultriness giving away to a sparkle and flashing white teeth, “See you around Jackson.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” Percy called, “Date? Tonight? We can explore the city together?”

Jason smiled as bright as diamonds, “Sounds fun. Meet you in the bar at?”

He realised their time depended on when his meeting finished and suddenly, he wanted to cancel the whole thing and start now. ‘Seven thirty?”

“See you there. And have a good meeting.”

The blonde walked away, and Percy felt this time like he was floating away while his body remained superglued to the floor. He wanted to live in this feeling. Because this did not feel like being torn apart. This felt like coming home.

The elevator dinged down the passage and he crashed back to reality. With a string of curse words he raced for it and jumped in just as the doors began to close.

The meeting and subsequent lab tour felt endless and he concentrated on little less than half of what was being said, his mind more interested on the things waiting for him at the hotel, the person. But eventually it was over and him and Luca were cruising towards the Casa de Vita.

“Anything else you need sir?” His driver looked at him from the rear-view mirror as they turned into the hotel road.

“Recommend any good places for a first date?”

“Already met a lady sir?” Luca’s dark eyebrows almost touched his hairline in surprise.

“A man actually.”

The Italian chuckled, nodding his head as if in on some invisible joke, “The Tesora. It is just down the path and near the ocean.”

“Thank you Luca, have a goodnight.”

“And you sir.” Luca winked before peeling out of the entrance and fading into the setting sun.

Percy strolled to his room with a smile on his face, lost in a world full of possibilities. It was unsurprising then that he didn’t see the extra bag against the wall, or the shoes neatly placed by the door that weren’t his.

He took off his watch and undid the few buttons on his shirt, head lost to the glimmer of the ocean. He let his shirt fall open as he slipped off his shoes and walked towards the windows. The view really was spectacular. No matter how much he travelled it always blew his mind the places that existed, that he had yet to learn of. It was irresistible. It was perfect. It didn’t fail to cross his mind that the ocean was the exact same colour as a certain pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He blinked the image away, turning around, and his gaze landed on that exact aquamarine gaze.

“Jason?” He gasped, clutching his chest in surprise. “What are you doing in my room?”

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pikemoreno · 4 years

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if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter IV: Plan B and Other Messes

a/n: this is my favorite so far, but it’s only gonna get better from here!

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pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

If this plan was foolproof, you were all worse than fools.

It had started fine. It had been more than a week since the disastrous failure that was Plan A, and you spent the week doing some reconnaissance to keep Wendy’s brief interaction with Adrian on the top of her mind.

On Tuesday, you had asked her again about the elevator incident, stating: “Wow, that must’ve been scary. Did you have someone with you? I don’t think I remember.” She responded that there had been and that he was “nice.”

On Wednesday, you had asked her if she had caught the name of the “mystery man” in the elevator. Did he work in the building? What department? Was he cute? She had said that she “Didn’t catch his name or his department, but… Yeah, he was alright, I guess.” Not a lot to work from, you lamented, but it was a start. You told her you’d see what you could find out and she groaned, telling you not to get into it, that she was fine. If only she knew how late she was on that sentiment.

On Thursday, you had taken the day off from bothering her about it. After all, you couldn’t make it seem like you found out everything about him in a day. Because that would have just been absurd.

Today-- Friday-- you spilled all of your “research” to her: name, age, department, and the information that he’d been “asking about her too”-- ignoring the fact that that was only true because Marcus had been giving him the same treatment you were giving Wendy this week. Her eyes lit up a little at hearing she’d been asked about too, and you knew you had her hook, line, and sinker.

You met Marcus outside on your lunch break to debrief and discuss the finale of Plan B, sitting on a wooden-slatted bench with him underneath the slowly changing leaves of the trees in the courtyard. While an uncharacteristically cool breeze blew by, you were starting to decide that if you could just get Wendy and Adrian to this point right here, that would be enough to bring them together. It was a quiet and secluded place, a blessed change from the chaos of work on the other side of those glass double doors in the distance. There was something undeniably romantic about it all.

With the right person to share it with, of course.

This wasn’t a romantic exchange. It was planning, organizing, talking about another’s romance, and never your own. There was absolutely nothing inherently romantic about this, certainly nothing in the way he smiled at you from the corner of his eye as you talked about how the week had gone with Wendy. There was nothing in the way you admired the light in his eyes when he grinned and how they crinkled when he laughed and nothing in the way you wanted to make sure he laughed every single day.

Oh no. Oh no no no no.

This whole thing was about Wendy, not you. And certainly not Marcus.

“So, what’s the plan for this evening?” His question brought you out of your daze.

“Umm,” you cleared your throat, re-gathering yourself as you poked at your lunch with your fork. “We’re gonna text them both separately to meet us at Copper Coin for coffee. We won’t be there when they arrive. We’ll be twenty minutes late and hope that they’ve decided to sit together in that time. If they haven’t, we’ll make sure they do,” you shrugged.

“Right,” he nodded, and you returned it. Silence overtook the moment, but not in the serene way it had previously. This was decidedly more awkward. You were back in your head, doing the mental calculations of why and how there was nothing at all romantic about your friendship with Art Squad over here. That’s all it was; that’s all he was. You vaguely heard him call your name-- your real name.

“Hm?” you blinked, looking back to him.

“Where’d you go?” he murmured quizzically, his eyes searched your face in a way that undid all of the mental calculation you just went through.

“What? Nowhere. Anyway,” you stood quickly, gathering your stuff, “See you later.” You couldn’t ignore the feeling of his curious eyes still on you as you walked away.

This was not happening.

You’d be lying if you said that lunchtime exchange wasn’t at the forefront of your mind for the rest of the work day... And as you drove to the coffee shop… And now that you were sitting across from Marcus yet again, waiting on Wendy and Adrian, who still had yet to show up after the predetermined twenty minutes you were giving them before sitting inside the mahogany-saturated, hipster’s paradise yourselves.

Plan B was most certainly not foolproof, and the four of you were the grandest of fools. Where could they be?

“They’re gonna walk in and think we’re the ones on a date,” Marcus quipped as he took a sip of his drink. You almost spit yours out from the surprise of the comment, but couldn’t help the huff of laughter.

“Oh, if Wendy walked in and thought I was on a date with a guy like you, she would probably cry tears of joy.”

“What does that mean?” You missed the warm pink take over the skin of his neck at what he was hoping was a compliment.

A guy like him?

How did you see him?

“My recent track record is not great,” you stated, running a finger around the rim of your drink, “I would go on a couple of dates with someone. Never let it go anywhere. Decline any attempt to make it exclusive. Get the hell out of there. Rinse and repeat.”

“Why do you think that is?”

You were making him nervous. It was pretty obvious to him now that he was starting to be interested in you beyond just being a work friend helping him with a “project”. But hearing your hesitance to commit in the past made his heart sink. He knew too well the feeling of being the one more invested in the relationship, of scaring someone off by going all in. He couldn’t let himself fall into that again with you. He’d have to force himself away, push down what was threatening to blossom.

“Afraid of getting hurt, I guess. I’ve seen a lot of committed relationships around me fail. People falling out of love. I don’t want that.” You shrugged.

“That’s a very reasonable fear.”

“Exactly. So I’m just… Waiting I guess. Wendy sees it as me just having commitment issues. I don’t have commitment issues per se. I just haven’t really found anyone worth committing to yet.”

“I’m afraid I have the opposite problem.” You tilted your head, questioning, and he continued, “I haven’t found anyone worth committing to, but I don’t realize it until it’s too late.” he sighed, “I was that one teenager who had one steady girlfriend from eighth grade all the way through high school and never looked at anyone else-- probably for the best, I was kind of a dork,” he laughed despite himself and you joined. It fizzled sadly, “But anyway. Everyone thought we were gonna be together forever. And I started to think so too after, you know, five years. I had it all planned out by the time we got to senior year. We wanted to go to the same college. We’d date through college, I’d propose on our graduation day... We didn’t make it past senior prom. She had disappeared for a while, and I found her in a supply closet with another guy.” You couldn’t help but gasp a little. He continued “Then I still got married pretty young, not long out of college,” he shook his head, seemingly to clear out the emotions that reared their ugly heads for what was obviously the first time in a while. You wanted him to know he didn’t have to explain himself to you.

“Marcus, don’t--” you tried to stop him.

“I was ‘too much’ for her.” You froze at the admission. His mouth contorted into a frown that didn’t suit him at all. “I’m still not sure I know what she meant by that,” he laughed humorlessly, “Guess I cared too much? Who knows. She divorced me, and that was that.” You both looked down to find that you’d put your hand on his. There was a part of you-- maybe more than a part, really-- that decided that what he was saying sounded nice. That he would be a blessed change from relationships that never lasted longer than a month and whose conversations never reached the level of depth that you were already experiencing with Marcus after just the couple of weeks you’d known him. You breathed, letting your hand stay resting on his as you spoke truly.

“What you said was right. Neither of them were worth your commitment. I’ve seen your commitment to someone who’s just a work friend, and I can’t imagine anyone not wanting that in their life. They couldn’t have been worth your time.” His thumb reached up to brush against the side of your hand. “I would--” You stopped yourself mid-sentence upon looking at the cafe door to find Wendy finally walking in.

If only you knew that Marcus was holding his breath waiting for the end of the statement, hoping to hear you say that he might be worth that commitment.

“There’s Wendy now.” Your hand left his as you got up to meet her, and Marcus found himself immediately missing the contact and entirely unsure of what just happened.

“An hour late? Where have you been?” you laughed as Wendy met your eyes excitedly.

“You’ll never guess what just happened,” she practically squealed in response, yet not answering your question.

“Probably not. Go for it.”

“I got my rebound!” You blinked.

“You-- What?”

“So right before you left the office, I received a tip on a case from the Elisabet Ney Museum. They had some priceless jewelry of hers on display. Only supposed to be up for a week. Family heirloom. It’s on display for two days before it turns up stolen. But get this: the bust of hers it was on was also stolen. Meaning this case also falls under the jurisdiction of the Art Squad. I figured ‘Hey, the more, the merrier,’ so I hopped on down to the 6th floor to talk to them about a team-up and guess who I ran into?” Your eyes widened, finally getting the point of the story.

“Adrian.”

“Adrian!” she nearly squealed again, talking a mile a minute. “So anyway, we’re gonna be teamed up on that next week.” You subconsciously shot a glance over to Marcus. Having to work a case with him? After the day you just had? “But the crazy part is that I started talking to Adrian and he’s so great, you know, now that I’m not freaking out in an elevator. Turns out he’s a recent dumpee too, and we’re gonna go out tomorrow night. Oh, and we might’ve made out in the supply closet.” The words of that last part all ran together as she tried to play it off nonchalantly. You let your mouth hang open in the flurry of words and admissions that came far too quickly for you to process fully.

“Wow. That’ s-- That’s great! I told you he was worth looking into,” you smiled weakly, trying to get over the newest developments in this absolutely ridiculous story. “So, this case? Starting next week?”

“Monday morning, bright and early. Hey, didn’t you say you had a friend on Art Squad? The one who gave you a ride that one day? That’ll be fun, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, for sure.” You caught Marcus’s eye, and your face must have betrayed just how exasperated and confused-- and… relieved?-- you felt because the look he shot back to you was full of concern. Everything was somehow simplified and complicated in one fell swoop.

Plan B: Success? You guess?

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jungkookiebus · 4 years

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Stargazing | kth

Genre: fluff x nonidol!au x established relationship x professor!taehyung Pairing: astrophysicist!taehyung x reader Rating: E for everyone! Word Count: 1.8k Summary: High up in the mountains, in a small village, there lives two young lovers; one is an astrophysicist, the other a dutiful plant mom and writer. On a special night, with a special supermoon, Taehyung, wants to picnic and watch it travel across the sky. With fireflies lighting the waves of grass, you settle among its drifting blades as Taehyung shares his passion of space and the wonder it holds. Author’s note: This is a sensory drabble with a little more dialogue, but I don’t think it takes away from the comfort it’s supposed to portray. Plus, I fucking love space.

“I’ll take you there one day.”

Taehyung’s slim finger partially covered your view of the moon for a moment. Tonight, there was a supermoon and he was adamant on taking you out for a night picnic. With a basket slung under his arm (you may have teased him a little for it) and his other arm intertwined with yours, he led you up the path shortly before moonrise. Your small village was nestled in the mountains, away from the busy life of the city the both of you had been used to up until a year ago. The both of you decided your lives weren’t fulfilled enough, sold most of your belongings, and moved to the mountains and you hadn’t looked back since. Fireflies danced among the trees and the ferns that grew beneath them. The sound of soft dirt beneath your feet sounded softly in the night, as if you walked on air. A cool breeze blew through the trees and it almost sounded as if waves were crashing on a shore. The night was filled with the sounds of crickets, cicadas, predatory night birds, and the winds coming down from the mountains. Sticks snapped beneath your feet every now and again. The clearing was one you visited often. The tall grass swayed gently in the breeze and the moon cresting over the trees cast it in a muted blue that made it seem like waves at dawn.

Now, the both of you were laid on the blanket on your backs, watching as the moon traveled slowly across the sky. The sky was dotted with thousands of stars that only highlighted the moon even more.

“To the moon?”

“Mhmm.”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. His hands rested on his stomach and you looked at his profile. From here, you could see the reflection of the stars in his eyes and you wished you could look at them head on without blocking the view. But for now, you were satisfied with seeing them as if standing at the edge of a clear pool. His eyes shone in the night. He never liked his brown eyes, but you thought they were the brightest eyes you had ever seen. Even his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks as he slowly blinked. His soft, dark hair haloed his head and soft curls fell across his forehead. You looked back towards the sky. The moon was almost too bright to look at for very long, but you were fascinated by the amount of detail you could see. Craters stood out in stark contrast from the white ashy surface, streaks of darker gray the only other proof that something had hit it.

“That’d be nice.”

He hummed as the wind pick up again. You laid in the middle of the field, blanket tamping down the grass where you sat, but the rest still stood tall around you as if you laid in an enchanted pool. It dipped down low, tickling at your legs so you scooted a little closer to Taehyung. He instinctively moved his arm so that you could tuck under, head resting on his shoulder. Fireflies were continuing to come out by the hundreds, dancing among the grass and the trees further beyond the field. An owl flew overhead once and a bat or two would skitter across your vision jauntily.

“What constellations are out tonight?”

In all honesty, you just wanted to hear him talk. You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe his voice was at just the right decibel. You were positive his voice could be taken and made into a binaural beat that would put the listener to sleep instantly or relax their tired soul. Whatever ailed you, his voice soothed the ache.

“Well, I see Capricorn and Aquarius. Oh, and Pavo is right over the trees…”

He trailed off, knowing he tended to get carried away. After all, the other reason you had moved here was for the observatory. Taehyung was a professor of astrophysics and when he decided to move, still made a living doing research for the university and published regularly.

“Tell me more about stars,” you said almost dreamily. You really did just want to watch the sky while he talked.

And talk he did. As you gazed out into the starry night you tried to imagine what he was describing. He was always so good at turning space into a story that you weren’t surprised he was the most popular professor at University. You tried to imagine that you had vision that could see beyond this earth and into the heavens above as he spoke. You traveled through various clouds of dust as his voice rumbled beneath you, guiding you through the galaxy. Then there was almost a storm, a turbulence within the cloud as the gas and dust began to collapse in on itself. You imagined the warmth on your face, contrasted sharply with the freezing temperatures of space, as the core heated. Taehyung waved his hand towards the sky as he spoke, gesturing to it in general as he continued his description.

“…protostars. It’s at the heart of these cores that someday become the star…”

You could practically see the brightness behind your eyelids as you closed your eyes, using the light of the moon to further your daydream.

“It kind of just gathers dust, but not all of it becomes a star. They could become asteroids or even planets.”

You loved his passion and it warmed you against the cold around you. You held onto him a little tighter as the temperature dropped. The moon was beginning to dip behind you, almost directly overhead now. The soft skin of his jaw was pressed to your forehead and when he talked it moved gently against your skin. The crickets were still just as loud, and the fireflies were having a dance all their own in the moonlight; they were the bioluminescence to this grassy ocean. An owl hooted behind you, nestled amongst the dark branches of the trees at the edge of the clearing.

“And when they die, they leave so many beautiful things behind.”

You let your fingers brush gently along his sweater as you nestled a little closer, sighing deeply as he continued to speak in his soft baritone.

“Their death are sad fates, but it’s amazing how long they get to live. They can be one of the oldest things in the universe, having lived for billions of years and we’re just here in the blink of an eye.”

He was always fascinated with life and life outside of himself. His fascination with the stars had started in an early age and traveled with him for the rest of his life. He reached for the old Tecsun hand crank radio he always kept by his side “just in case”. Taehyung without the radio wasn’t Taehyung. He had set it perfectly, just by memory, to the perfect station at peak clarity. Miles away, and up in the mountains a little higher than you were now sat a large radio tower with a small, white building at its base. On this night it was playing Ella Fitzgerald and The Andrews Sisters. The music floated softly on the air and the fireflies seemed to sway in time to the lilting beat.

“In a supernova the core collapses and explodes. These insane nuclear reactions happen, and the core literally creates iron, ____, now the star has taken all the nuclear energy it can and the star can no longer support its own mass and the iron core collapses.”

Taehyung is animated now, body shifting a little beneath you, but not enough to make you uncomfortable. You still fit comfortably under his arm and his warm hand never left the outside of your elbow. He was using his other hand to explain what he was saying, even though you weren’t looking. Every now and again, you’d open your eyes to see what shadows the moon was casting on his face now. Now that it was dropping behind you, his soft cheekbones were highlighted, and they cast shadows down his cheeks. The dip beneath his bottom lip was dark as night. His eyes, however, still reflected the stars. From this angle, you could watch both as his eyes searched the stars with rapt fascination. He seemed to always be looking for something different, something new. They moved from side to side and sometimes more upwards, exposing only the whites and they shined brilliantly, making you think of his dying stars and how you were made of them.

“In seconds, and imagine this please,” he didn’t need to ask you twice, you were too enraptured in his voice to ignore the words, “the core goes from roughly 5,000 miles across to just about a dozen.”

You inhaled in fascination at the fact. You truly were surprised because Taehyung seemed to always have something new for you to learn, even after all these years.

“It’s almost like one of those strange time travel objects villains always seem to get in superhero movies. Things backfire and then suddenly everything is collapsing in on itself and the whole world is out of control. It’s kinda like that. The outer layers collapse, along with the core. They rebound with the release of energy and literally explode outwards. The amount of energy they release is beyond imagination.”

He spread all his fingers across the sky, palm to the stars he talked so lovingly about. The stars still shined by the hundreds, some brighter than others, and some you had to squint to see. His hand moved like a strange black creature moving across the sky, but you watched his graceful fingers move, pointing out things he was talking about and what it would look like there.

“From days to weeks, a supernova can outshine a galaxy. The subatomic particles are the array of colors you see, but they occur once every hundred years. About 25 or so are discovered a year in other galaxies, but they can’t be seen without a telescope.”

Glenn Miller’s ‘Moonlight Cocktail’ played quietly next to him on the blanket, making the moment that much more surreal. You wanted to create a bubble around this moment and stay in it, or revisit whenever you wanted. His hand, gentle on your arm and, despite your sweater, made your heart flutter a little every time he tightened his grip after being relaxed for a while. In turn, your grip on his sweater would tighten the slightest. He sighed now, resting in his explanation, as his hand settled on your hand. He held your fingers gently under his and his warmth was welcome.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he whispered.

“I could do this forever.” You sighed contentedly; eyes closed as you listened to the music.

“I want that with you. Two lovers side by side together, two stars in the sky, dying out brilliantly in the end. Stargazing.”

And with the whisper of a kiss to your forehead, curls spilling across your skin, the two of you connected like twin stars, did just that.

Stargazed.

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starkerintheparker · 4 years

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starker reclist - canon based fics

Hi Starker fam! To celebrate my 900 followers I decided to finally start posting my humble and very personal reclist. I’ve been planning to do it for a while now but it got way bigger than I anticipated so I decided to split it in 4 parts and will share the first one today. I’ve been around for less than a year and there’s a lot I haven’t read yet so my plan is to update this list as I go.

Under the cut is part I, solely is dedicated to canon-based fics. I’m a sucker for angst so most of my recs feature guilty!Tony, miscommunication, porn with feels and all that jazz. Hopefully you’ll be able to find something interesting according to your preferences. Oh and don’t forget to leave kudos, comments and spread the love for these authors :) Cheers!

Last updated: 2020/04/18. All new fics added will be marked with ***

• 10 Ways to Woo Your Boo by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 6k, completed)

Summary: By twenty-one Peter Parker had graduated college, scored himself a post-grad job and was a full-fledged member of the Avengers. He had his own apartment, paid his own bills and juggled his time between being a superhero and working enough to cover his rent. So long as Peter was armed with his ID, he was a full-fledged adult in the eyes of the law. Perhaps foolishly, he’d assumed it would make him an adult in the eyes of everybody else too. Keen to be seen as worthy of Tony's heart, Peter enlists the help of his friends and the internet in courting his former mentor.

Review: We all love Ash’s fantastic AUs but this lovely canon-based fic may be one of my favorite works by her. I will never know how she manages the fine balance between angst, humor and romance, I just know it hits me good and takes my breath away. Oblivious!Tony and Peter being a bisexual disaster at wooing, what do you mean this wasn’t in the movies? Sounds canon to me.

• 100-Point Restoration by Destina (T, 8k, completed)

Summary: Tony needs a happiness upgrade; Peter wants Tony. These goals might be compatible. (This story is set roughly five years post-Homecoming).

Review: I just realized this was the first Starker fic I’ve read, and it was back in 2017! I didn’t ship Starker at the time but this author must have done something right because for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes away. This fic is gorgeous. Tony’s voice is amazing, his dynamics with Peter are spot-on and organic - but nothing’s better than watching their feelings unfold, like a soft and warm humming just awaiting for disclosure.

• adult supervision by doveslayer (M, 20k, on hiatus)

Summary: Peter Parker should not keep drunk-dialing Tony Stark after midnight. But more pressingly, Tony Stark should not keep answering. In which Tony tries to convince himself he's doing nothing wrong. warning: underage!Peter tho pretty vanilla imo

Review: My favorite “everything is happening while nothing is happening” fic. Their voices are spot on, the dialogues are clever, and you can almost touch the tension with your fingertips. It’s been a year since the last update but even if this fic never gets finished I promise the read will have been worthy!

• Attached by @paspleurer (E, 7k, completed)

Summary: Tony gets it, he really does. As far as rebounds go, sleeping with your childhood hero isn't half bad. And if what Peter wants is this— just sex, with no strings attached— then Tony will give him this.

Review: Pleurer and Learned Foot have seduced me with the rebound trope. This is a lovely Tony POV with the good old pining + miscommunication combo, plus enthusiastic sex and sweet domesticity. What else could I ask for?

• Covet by RTC anonymous (E, 34k, completed)

Summary: Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.

Review: I read this fic when I was still warily lurking around the Starker fandom and it blew me away. The sexual tension is so palpable you can almost taste it. There is jealous, guity Tony failing at mentoring and a vulnerable, smitten Peter Parker trying to make sense out of it. RTC anon is a religion.

• Ephemeron by @ramblings-from-elsinore (E)

Summary: "Being around Ned, Peter's reminded how out of place he is. For Ned, the second ever appearance of aliens over Manhattan is the stuff of excited hallway chatter, of where were you when—? Ned’s world wasn’t blown apart and stitched back together. Because Ned doesn’t remember. No one does, except the ones who were there, who fought." AKA, "Tony's relationship with Peter may be unconventional, but they’re unconventional people who have had some pretty fucking unconventional experiences." In which Tony can't stop touching Peter to make sure he's real, and Peter dreams of being in Tony's arms and not disappearing.

Review: I started reading this fic before I joined the fandom and man, what a way to get pulled into this ship. Brace yourself for hardcore guilty!Tony being all over the place plus unhealthy codependency and touch deprivation, all the good things. Reading this is a spiritual experience but fair warning: this is not a happy story, at least not for a long while, so please mind the tags.

• Expiration Date by @learned-foot (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Tony knows exactly what this is. First big breakup, go for a fling with a completely inappropriate person. It’s basically a cliché. He kind of thought Peter was better than that, but apparently being brilliant and one of the bravest people on the face of the planet doesn’t mean he’s immune from being a stupid college student who makes stupid college student mistakes. AKA Tony is sure this is just a fling, and he deals with that about as well as you’d expect.

Review: Ahh my beloved rebound trope and my first rec (out of many) by LF! Between a pining, insecure Tony making all the wrong decisions and a young and confident Peter unwilling to let him go, this fic makes your heart ache in the best ways. Good thing LF only works with happy endings!

• From Thy Bounty by @ibby-writes and feyrelay (E, 31k, completed)

Summary: Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

Review: I’ve lost count of how many times I reread this insanely hot and ridiculously well written fic. Besides the A+++ characterization, there is delicious food porn foreplay followed by a breathtaking cat and mouse game that culminates with no less than 13.5k of intense and unapologetic sex with feels, my favorite kind. Enjoy the meal! ;D

***Gift of Choice by tuesday (E, 12k, completed)

Summary: Tony Stark had a thing about giving Peter stuff.

Review: This is my favorite fic by tuesday and the PERFECT rendition of our beloved sugar daddy trope. Great pacing, amazing dialogues and a breathtaking build up that makes you both smile and sweat in anticipation. They’re so in love I almost can’t handle when they finally get together. Sexy, hot and very sweet.

• here is my hand, my heart by belatrix (E, 16k, completed)

Summary: Mostly, Tony had tried not to look. He still does. Try, that is. It’s just― it’s getting a little bit harder every day.

Review: I have a HUGE soft spot for this beautiful masterpiece, because it was the fic that finally made me join the Starker fandom. I’ve reread it so many times and it never fails to amaze me. Through an atmospheric non-linear narrative, this shows a guilt-ridden Tony Stark trying and failing to resist one determined Peter Parker who won’t take bullshit for an answer. Hot, and angsty, and breathtaking.

• I know that you got Daddy Issues (And I do too) by feyrelay (E)

Summary: The one where Peter’s blue balls save the world. Because, yeah? That meandering, blooming thing between him and Mr. Stark? That relationship that continues to be maddeningly legal, platonic, and above-board, but still somehow haunts Peter’s wildest wet-dreams? That might just be the key to Strange’s endgame.

Review: This fic is a love letter to those who appreciate an angsty and nuanced slow burn like me. Possibly the best character study I’ve ever read combined with a clever, well researched and intricated plot. Reading this will make you fall even more in love with Tony and Peter as individuals, before wanting them to be better together. Make sure to also check all related fics under the tag DIEU (Daddy Issues Extended Universe) - the Starker verse we fucking deserve.

• if I am the river, you are the ocean by sadonsundays (E, 7k, completed)

Summary: The one where Tony can't sleep and Peter can't stop his hands from shaking.

Review: This is a gorgeous recovery fic, painful and heartbreaking, yes, but still very gentle as Tony and Peter’s relationship quietly unfolds. Pepper is an absolute treat which was refreshing to me. I just love the quiet and angsty undertone that guides their journey until they finally find home in each other.

if you’d grant my love a pardon by belatrix (M, 2.5k, completed)

Summary: The first time, it goes something like this: “No,” Tony says, but it’s tired, half-hearted, not quite a denial.

Review: One of the reasons why I love this ship is that there’s always room for angst, even when they’re already together. This lovely yet heartbreaking fic mirrors Tony’s fragile heart as he realizes that as much as he should, he just can’t let go of Peter, not quite yet. Belatrix writes guilty!Tony’s headspace like nobody else and I just can’t recommend her writing enough.

• in the light of a dying star by @areiton (M, 6k, completed) fix-it

Summary: Extremis isn't a guarantee. That's what Pepper told him, as they took him off the bloody, dusty field. It was just a chance. A desperate gamble.

Review: I’m so glad I read this right after Endgame because this is the fix-it Tony and we all deserved, this fic is so comforting and beautiful. I really love the quiet, ethereal atmosphere and how it shapes our perception of time and character development. Peter is beautifully written and their get together made my heart ache in peace.

• In the Morning by @cagestark (M, 6k, completed)

Summary: Peter's pretty stressed. He isn't understanding physics despite all the extra time he is spending with Bruce. And underneath it all, something is wrong with Mr. Stark.

Review: Heart wrenching and painfully honest fic, where Tony is a jealous mess and Peter is his usual earnest, sweet and good self. They meet in the middle, and it’s quiet, beautiful and sad.

• Kiss Me by @ironspi

Summary: Five times Peter and Tony almost kiss and one time they did.

Review: This fic was such a lovely surprise! It begins unpretentious and it builds up to quality pining and unresolved sexual tension. Chapter 4 is particularly awesome, so charged and intimate. Kudos to the author for exploring Peter taking the lead and making Tony melt in his arms.

• Landslide by spqr (M, 8k, completed) fix-it

Summary: Peter jumps into the quantum realm with his heart in his throat. He steps out in 2018, on the edge of a lake he still has nightmares about. A hundred yards away over the water, the lights in the lakehouse are on.

Review: Morally ambiguous characters + angsty time travel? Count me in. This fic has a very interesting (and darker) take on Peter post-Thanos, in his raw and desperate grief over Tony. Bonus points for amazing dialogues and a fix-it plot so clever and believable I’m surprised I didn’t see it on screen.

• lean on me now by @areiton (G, 9k, on hiatus)

Summary: He’s so tired, and he hurts, the kind of screaming pain he’s struggling to ignore now, and he wants to go home. But he can do this. He can sit and watch, and keep them safe. A wry smile tugs at his lips because he knows how ridiculous that sounds--a kid keeping Avengers safe.

Review: One of the best canon divergence fics I’ve ever read. It’s quiet, angsty and Peter’s voice is simply amazing. My heart breaks for Tony, but I’m so here for Peter & Rhodey’s brOTP, the fandom deserves more of it.

• noticing by @areiton (NR, 2k, completed)

Summary: “You deserve to be happy,” Rhodey tells Tony once, when Tony is drinking and conflicted and Peter is sleeping unaware on the couch. Tony watches him, eyes bright.

Review: How could I ever resist seeing Tony and Peter’s relationship development through Rhodey’s protective and thoughtful gaze? Any Tony stan should read this fic because this is the kind of love, friendship and support he deserves. Reading this put my mind at rest, knowing Tony’s cared for, and safe.

• Obvious by @learned-foot (M, 14k, completed)

Summary: When Peter wakes up, several things become very clear all at once: he’s underground somewhere unpleasant, something is messing with his powers, and his entire body hurts. A lot.

Review: WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP *victory dance* god this one is brutal, but we can trust LF to bring on full angst with an intriguing plot and A+++ characterization. I’m so here for protective!Tony doing whatever it takes to keep Peter safe, including all the confusion and heartbreak his problematic decisions may bring.

• Permission by @cagestark (E, 16k, completed)

Summary: During drinks with the Avengers, Peter admits that he enjoys orgasms more when someone is giving him permission, though since he's single, there isn't anyone in his life to offer it. Generous Tony offers to offer it.

Review: This fic is unique and so very hot, but don’t let the smutty summary fool you. There is also tenderness and FEELS in capital letters. Despite their arrangement, pining!Tony is so vulnerable and so completely in love with Peter it kinda breaks my heart a little, but thankfully Cage is a big fan of happy endings like me, so we’re all safe in her hands.

***Post-Endgame NYE by @darker-soft-starker (M, completed)

Summary: Five years after the events of endgame Tony is resurrected. Months after that, he's still trying to find equilibrium

Review: Hands down the loveliest ‘flirting on a bench’ I’ve ever seen, and my top favorite NYE Starker fic. I love to see Tony facing an existential crisis while he navigates his new life post-resurrection, including the violent realization of ‘oh no, Peter’s an attractive adult now’. Gentle and gorgeous get together, kudos at Morgan for being a little devil and playing matchmaking.

• Proxy by @cagestark (E, 11k, completed)

Summary: Peter wants to know if Mr. Stark knows, like, anybody who’d be willing to make out with him. Things escalate from there.

Review: I have such a big soft spot for this fic because “by proxy” is one of my favorite tropes and Cage explored it masterfully. Again, this is pining!Tony at his best and Cage just has this ability to transform what once started as a sexy little thing into this soft and gentle love story, the kind that gives you butterflies in the stomach.

• Radar by @intoxicatelou (M)

Summary: Peter could say that he’s officially approached desperation, but he wants this, wants Tony, and he’s willing to do everything it takes. Or the one in which Peter tries to become Tony's celebrity crush from 2009 in order to seduce him.

Review: This is one of my favorites self-indulgent fics, I just can’t resist the good old “Peter’s seduction handbook” trope and intoxicatelou delivers it beautifully. This story is sweet, super fun and relatable af. There’s A+ pining, Peter being a bisexual disaster and MJ being the queen we all stan, shocking absolutely no one.

• Revelations by RTC anonymous (E, 127k, completed)

Summary: “I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?” An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.

Review: I feel like I don’t need to justify this choice – almost everyone in the fandom has either heard of or read this masterpiece, it’s safe to say this fic is part of the Starker Training Wheels Protocol lol. If you have just arrived or is just exploring the fandom and enjoys slow burns I suggest you start right hee because it doesn’t get any better than this. There’s A+++ characterization, breathtaking pining, insane sexual tension and a very satisfying ending if I may say so. Definitely among my top 3 Starker fics. RTC anon, wherever you are, please know you are loved and appreciated. I’ll literally build an altar for you.

• Reversal by @learned-foot (E, 4k, completed)

Summary: Sometimes, Tony is the one who needs to be praised.

Review: For once Peter makes Tony just lie down and take 😊 the fucking 😊 praise 😊. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this fic all my life. This is the praise kink Tony (and we all) deserve, genuine, gentle and powerful. If you’re a big sap for their love like I am, you’re in for an emotional ride because this is overwhelmingly sweet to the point it brings tears to your eyes. LF is such a gift to this fandom.

• Settling by @cagestark (E, 5k, completed)

Summary: Peter really wants to be taller than Tony. Heels help.

Review: One of my favorites by Cage, I still remember how happy and giggly I felt when I first read it. There is A+++ characterization, amazing dialogue, Avengers domesticity, praise kink, the hottest blow job and my favorite Starker first kiss. Oh, did I mention Peter in heels and Tony loving every moment of it? You’re welcome :D

• Stipulations by RTC anonymous (E, 70k, completed)

Summary: Peter Parker’s long term dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in... And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.

Review: Another fandom classic by our irreplaceable RTC anon, this fic is SO GOOD I keep coming back to it and just recently I realized I’ve built all my personal Starker headcanons out of it, lol. A+++ characterization and hot, delicious pining is a given with this author, but I’m really here for that senses-dialed-to-11 trope, and RTC delivers it masterfully.

• subtle by @areiton (T, 1k, completed)

Summary: Peter is not subtle. He wears his emotion, his excitement, like a flag waved bright red and teasing for a bull—impossible to go unnoticed, impossible to ignore. It’s adorable and it’s Peter, and it’s—in hindsight—why Tony misses the context clues.

Review: This fic is like reading poetry, a balm to the heart. Peter wears Tony’s colors and by the time Tony finally gets the context clues they fall together in the gentlest, softest way.

• Take it slow by tuesday (E, 13k, completed)

Summary: There were a ton of reasons dating Peter was a bad idea. Tony loved bad ideas. He was going to do it anyway. In which Tony thinks they're dating, and then they're dating undercover.

Review: This fic is so endearing it’s basically impossible not to cheer for these two, despite their usual infuriating communication issues, lol. But I promise all the angst and wait are worth it, because there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing how they (finally!) get to be on the same page.

• the record spins on the trails we blaze by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 5k, completed)

Summary: Years after the events of Homecoming, Peter thought all of the bad memories were well and truly behind him. After all, so much has happened since then - and he's happy now. Everything is kinda perfect.Turns out nothing stays buried.

Review: Hell yes! I agree HoCo’s events were particularly traumatizing and this trope is not as explored as it should be. To put it simply, this fic is something I didn’t know that I needed and Ash delivered it beautifully. It’s incredibly gentle, cathartic and honest, not to mention the lovely domesticity and understanding between the characters that will make your heart swell.

• Under Someone Else by @learned-foot (M, 7k, completed)

Summary: Peter realizes he’s just a rebound. And he’s okay with that, really. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Review: FEELS, FEELS EVERYWHERE. It’s so hard to choose a favorite fic by LF but this is the first that comes to mind because it introduced me to the amazing rebound trope. It’s so refreshing to see this ship’s potential for angst and miscommunication playing into the “fuck first, talk later” scenario. Warning for vulnerable boys being idiots and breaking our hearts but P.P.P.S they do eventually get their shit together and it’s glorious!

• Up for Anything by tuesday (E, 8k, completed)

Summary: When it came to Tony Stark, Peter would take what he could get. In which Peter believes he's just a rebound. (Not Endgame compliant.)

Review: Of course there’s yet another gorgeous rebound rec because I can’t get enough of this trope. Honestly, LF and Tuesday writing for each other have provided some of the best fics this fandom has, God bless them. This is another treat featuring pining!Peter and the usual “I can’t communicate properly how much I fucking love you”, but there’s also bantering, delicious dirty talk and so much affection that you’ll read it all with the biggest smile on your face.

#starker #reclist #peter parker x tony stark

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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That Smile; Luke Hemmings, Pt. 3

description: feelings are being felt, songwriting is coming to an end, and the time is slipping by.

a/n: pt 4.

“Calum, I actually fucking love this idea.”

Painted fingernails clenched a similar blue mechanical pencil, tapping relentlessly on a lined, worn out notebook. The studio was chilly, which was why you were wrapped up in a hoodie, zip-up jacket, fuzzy socks, and a blanket. Your legs were tucked underneath, sinking deep into the couch of the studio. Calum was slumped beside you with his own pen and paper. Michael was across the room from you, in a rolling chair, guitar in hand.

Ashton and Luke were in a different room, working through their own ideas. You decided it would be good to split groups up today. The dynamic needed to change, you had said, because its a Monday and we need to not let ourselves get into a phase. You’d chosen the groups, eager to work with one-half of the rhythm section and a killer guitarist. And, maybe, perhaps, you had put Luke into a different group because you were avoiding him.

It had been over a week and a half since that stupid party. You were ashamed, embarrassed, and so, so disappointed in yourself for getting emotionally drunk and crying in the arms of a client. Though it wasn’t obvious avoidance, Luke noticed. And he dished to Ashton, Michael, and Calum because he was also noticing growing feelings for you.

You had barely know each other for four months, but he knew he was getting too attached to your talent, pretty eyes, and bubbly personality. You reminded him of the good things in life, as weird as it sounded. He knew he couldn’t make advances without some kind of signal from you, which he couldn’t receive if you wouldn’t talk to him. And time was running out.

“Yeah? Thanks,” Calum replied, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He shared a glance with Michael, questions in his eyes, and Michael nodded. “Y/N?”

You hummed as you scribbled a few words, “Huh? Oh, how does, “I wont break your heart...Again! Can’t be another monster among men. No, that doesn’t work with the rhythm.”

Michael took over, “Y/N, why are you avoiding Luke?”

Luke liked your bubbliness, which shined through as you continued talking, “Are we going along with the counting idea? I like it being a reoccurring pattern, but kinda different each-“

“Y/N, c’mon,” Calum nudged her with his foot. “What happened?”

You suddenly stood up, notebook falling to the ground, pencil gripped so hard your knuckles turned white. “I’m getting coffee. I’m thirsty for coffee. Do you guys want coffee? Ill get you some coffee.”

They sat, shocked at how quickly you left the room, while you pushed open the door and sped to the break room. Your hand landed on the handle to the coffee pot before you could assess the room. Breath was short, eyes were bleary, and your stomach twisted in knots.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Luke spoke from his spot at the table, sipping his own coffee. He didn’t care, in that moment, that you were ignoring him. He just cared if you were okay.

You took a deep breath and spun on your heel. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I’m embarrassed and kinda scared and I’m not doing well, like, ever. When something like you happens, I get overwhelmed and step back. Its unhealthy, but its just what I do. I’m sorry.”

Luke stood up, approaching you with slow feet, “Woah, hey, its okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I was just afraid you were angry with me for the party.”

“Why would I be angry?” You looked up at him as your hand grasped the necklace on your throat.

“For holding you or giving you drinks or something. I’m sorry I let you get out of hand.” He shrugged.

You shook your head, the tears going away, “No, no. I needed it. I-“

You stopped yourself from spilling too much. Luke lightly grabbed your palm with his fingers, and he told himself it was friendly, the way your skin electrified and your eyes blew up. “You can trust me. I know we haven’t known each other long, but we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. You can trust me.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath. “Truth be told, I wasn’t just overwhelmed because of the whole songwriting thing. I was overwhelmed because my boyfriend broke up with me. It was a few weeks before that night, but I was letting it build. He said he hadn’t loved me in a while. And, I...I did love him. I do love him somewhat. It hurts so bad, but I haven’t had anyone because he...he was the only person I really knew here in LA. He was kinda controlling, so I didn’t have, like any friends when we moved here and he wouldn’t let me make them. So, I’m now in an empty apartment, with a bunch of unboxed boxes. And...”

Luke felt drawn away from it all. He couldn’t let himself love you in the first place, but even more so now. You were getting over someone, a fresh break up from two weeks ago. He would be a rebound, if you could even get yourself to touch someone else.

“Its okay,” he persisted, gulping the disappointment and chasing it down with another squeeze to your hand. “Keep going.”

“I got upset because I realized that, that night, a bunch of feelings were surfacing for somebody who wasn’t him. I wasn’t sad for a few hours and I let myself get infatuated with this stupid idea. I felt guilty and then I felt gross because its unprofessional to like a client. Its also impossible for it to work. I mean, I’m a slummy songwriter. Hes- Hes a rockstar.” You felt ashamed, letting your head hang low, and your eyes fall from his gaze.

Lukes own eyes lit up, pupils dilated with adoration, hope. The lump disappeared, instead replaced by this ungodly squeal that he couldn’t let out. This is it. Here it was, you liked-

“Calum,” You said it quickly, almost too soon for him to register and comprehend. “I-I like Ash-Ashton.”

He squared his shoulders, his jaw set, and the grip on your hand almost stopped the blood flow to his fingers. He realized he was tightening his hold, so he let up. The size of his eyes became small again, diluted with glistening tears.

Why did he left himself get hopeful? He couldn’t blame it on the fact that he barely knew you, you him. You’d gotten to know each other. Couldn’t blame you. You were human, going through receding heartbreak. Couldn’t blame Calum, who was clueless to the ideas. He could only blame himself for getting attached again, for getting this idea in his head of holding you, kissing you, loving you.

“Oh,” Luke didn’t let himself look disappointed. After everything, he couldn’t allow himself to look like a fool.

Your face fell at his reaction. “Yeah,” you quickly added. “Don’t tell him, or anyone. I dont think I want to, to be in a relationship. Right now, at least. Plus, I think he’s talking to somebody. Hes been writing hopeful love songs.”

He wasn’t. Those were Lukes ideas that Calum covered up because he knew his friend too well. He was protecting him.

You shared a chuckle. Lukes eyes tore from the cupboard above you, to the shapes of broken hearts in your eyes. He was sure they matched his own, but you couldn’t tell.

“I’m...here for you. If you need me, I’m here.”

You nodded solemnly, lifting yourself on your toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He cradled your waist, nearly reflexively nuzzling his head into your neck. You stopped yourself from kissing his cheek when you pulled away.

He walked you back the room, then back to his own area, already grabbing the pen he had abandoned and scribbling out a stupid sad song.

It was in the following weeks in which he found himself falling head over heels for you. The album was nearly done after almost six months, but you all knew there songs to be written. It didn’t feel complete to neither you nor the rest of the band. For Luke, it was because he didn’t have you.

What he had was moments. You laughing, leaning over your lap and your forehead crashing against his shoulder. You laughing, after a glance from Luke that was silly, after a joke Michael told, after a meme aum showed you. You, smiling, when Luke suggested a lyric, when he held open the door for you, handed you a cup of coffee. You, dancing, to a completed song you and him had written together one night after the boys left.

You had had an idea that day, but felt flushed out by the crazy amount of inspiration coming from every other person in the studio. Luke noticed you lingering behind when everyone walked out and decided to stay, too. You ordered in Chinese food, got carried away and discussed your star signs.

When you finally bid goodbye in the parking lot, Luke was lingering over your car door like that day he invited you to the party. When he finally slipped off to his car, he sat there for a moment and Googled something. He discovered your star signs were compatible.

The song was finished, lyrics wise. Neither of you were talented with the rhythm section, and the next week was spent with Calum and Ashton, writing and rewriting. A week after that, it was recorded.

You pressed play on the track, immediately bouncing up and down to the song, “Meet You There.” Luke already loved it when you wrote it, but watching you dance around, watching you as you pulled him off the couch and spun him around, he realized it was favorite song. Ever.

But, then you wiggled over to Calum, pulled him up in a similar movement. Calum grabbed your waist, dancing with you across the room. When he lifted you over his shoulder and spun in quick circles, Luke found himself frowning. He fell onto the couch, the soundtrack of the song and your heart-wrenching giggles like a depressing movie staple.

Luke had moments of you and Calum engrained in his memory. Calum offering his lap for you to put your legs, offering to grab you and Luke cups of coffee because he, “was thinking of getting one, too.”

Calum, taking silly selfies with you, singing your name funnily through the microphones whenever he was recording a part. Calum writing a song about you, albeit a twenty second bass line with your name and your personality the lyrics.

Luke had written you songs. Of course he had. He hadn’t shared them, but still. Why won’t you jump up from your spot on the floor, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss his cheek?

Why won’t you look to him when you’re cold, take his hoodie instead of Calums? Why wont you get a ride from him to the restaraunt for dinner? Why won’t you ruffle his hair, call him your best friend, wrap your arm around his bicep in a drunk haze? Why won’t you ask him for help on a specific song lyric?

Maybe you did these things with him a few times, but you won’t let it last long, as if you were purposefully pulling away. Luke didn’t want you to. He wanted to wrap his hoodie around you, pull on the sleeves, pull you into his chest. He wanted to grip your thigh, dance in the drivers seat as you bounced in the passenger side, hair fluffing in the wind. He wanted to steal a kiss when you stood on your toes to ruffle his hair, call you his girlfriend, not just his friend, carry you in his arms when drunk, write love songs with. Entire albums.

Why won’t you love him? He wanted to love you.

He wrote a song that night, a sad song with an upbeat tempo so he could disguise himself from the tears. A song about running, something he couldn’t wait to do when this was over. About letting the sky carry him to home, to actual good things he could have. Away from you and your stupid beautiful light.

In the moments when Luke was longingly staring after you, you were forcing yourself. You forced yourself towards Calum, made your heart gravitate to his own. At first, you knew you were using him when you asked for rides, held onto him, leaned close so he could smell your perfume.

He saw past the charade, sat you down for dinner, forced you to spill your guts. After that, you weren’t purposefully making Calum like you. After that, you were becoming close with Calum, using his friendship to make your aching heart feel better. You didn’t even know Luke was hurting in the first place. You were afraid to admit that he was the one you were talking about, scared he’d be weirded out or confused. So, you said Calums name.

You had your own moments. Lukes laugh when you told him a story from high school, when Michael was caught playing video games instead of writing, when Ashton would pick you up and slam you down on the couch. His eyes, lighting up when he finished a lyric, plucked a particularly satisfying chord on the guitar.

His smile. His smile when he said good morning, good night, and goodbye. His smile when you showed him a new dress you bought, his smile when you wore it the next day. His smile when you told him you bought a couch, his smile when he helped you set it up. His smile when you finished unpacking and told him excitedly. His grin when you told him you burned the last photo of your ex, when you sent his clothes to Goodwill. His grin when he saw your phone on a Pinterest hair style, when he said it would look pretty on you, when you wore it the next day proudly.

You wrote a song that night, a sad song about unrequited love. Slow piano music highlighted its soft notes. It wasn’t a song for anybody but you, something to get you through it all when this was over. When you wouldn’t see Calum, let alone Luke, when you were done.

They would forget about you. He would forget about you. You were sure of it.

If only your compability would help you turn your faces, so he could see those eyes light up, and you could see that smile.

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