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rea-can-yeet · 2 years

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Omg it's here, I can't believe it lmao. Here's my sagau fic lolololol okay okay I'm calming down.

Anyway! Welcome to the first part of my sagau series 'mutineer'. This series was made possible because of @anemoarchonhoe simping brainrotting with me into coming up with a sagau reader insert where reader has a somewhat similar mentality as Harley Quinn, tho I added my own flavoring into the mix hehe.

Tho, if you stumbled upon this after seeing my previous works about this, then you probably have a few guesses in your minds about some stuff since those comics and the video contained some spoilers.

But still, I hope you will all come to enjoy this series!

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REMINDER: This is gender neutral for all readers. Sagau stands for Self Aware Genshin Alternative Universe, but this is leaning much towards the God/Creator AU where the characters are aware that they're being controlled but not aware enough to know that they're in a game. This story is set in God/Creator AU, imposter AU, and lastly villain AU. This contains religious and cult themes, graphic violence, and probably some suggestive scenes (not this chapter yet, but the series will show some) so viewer's discretion is advised.

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"Okay, laptop... check. Phone, keys, notebooks, pens, pocket knife, handkerchief, chargers... Yup! I got everything I need!" You nod to yourself as you zip your backpack up and sling it over your shoulder. You were aware that this was the same bag that you've used before and know very well that it still had some stuff from your previous trips but you got no time to empty it. As long as it still has room, then all is good.

You made your way to your door, ready to leave. You were sure you would be late if you remain to idle around your room, your gang-slash-classmates were waiting for you.

Today is scheduled solely to work on your group presentation. As much as you were assigned as the leader, you were not the most punctual. Well, by the standards of most leaders, which is to be 5 minutes early than the assigned time, being on time is still passable.

Everyone had agreed to meet up at one of your member's houses (seeing that she was the only one with a mansion for a house) and planned to be as productive as possible. Distractions were not an option unless warranted by the leader-- Which is hard in a way since you had a teeny weeny bit of ADHD energy brewing in your head. The reason you didn't pack extra clothes, is because your friend offered to borrow some once you arrive at her home, bless her soul.

Walking the usual road, you ignore the jeering whistles of some bystanders and resting construction workers that you could've sworn had a family already. This street was always bad news sometimes for people, especially when they're walking alone at night, like you.

But do not worry. You're confident that you're capable of taking care of yourself. Mama did not raise no pussy after all.

As you arrive at her gate, you already have some of your members standing there. You waved at them as they waved back, standing alongside them as you all waited for your remaining members.

Once everybody was present, you all went inside once the owner of the house had opened the door, which by the way was still in her uniform.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was already this late! I was too preoccupied with my game!"

"Don't worry. We didn't wait that long. You came in just in time to open the gate when we have gathered everyone." You reassured your friend who was trying to fix the wrinkles on her skirt, probably from sitting for hours.

"But still. I can't help it... Ayato is just so pretty not to build." She sighed as she opens her double doors for your group to come in. With marble floors and walls filled with paintings and plants, you wondered again how it feels to live like a rich person in a mansion.

"You got Ayato?" You asked as you all were led to her living room. You already knew that the whole mansion was all for your group to keep for the day since her parents were away. And oooh boy was their pool looking tempting right now.

"Yeah, but with a different process. I'm not lucky like you Y/n." She whines a bit as soon as those words leave her mouth. "Seriously, Mihoyo must really like you! How come you're so lucky at this Gacha game?"

At that, you chuckle with a smirk, "Well, I've always been unlucky in some Gacha games. So the Gacha gods have tried to redeem themselves by giving me more chances in Genshin."

"Hah... I can't believe you got Ayato at 20 pulls."

You then realize something, though you probably know the answer already. "So how did you pull for Ayato?"

Only one word left her mouth, "Money."

"Called it." You laugh a bit. Of course she had to buy for the pulls to get him. As soon as everyone settled down, you told your rich friend that genshin talk will have to wait since school comes first at the moment.

"Okay, guys... We already have a somewhat tangible idea of what we're going to show for our presentation... but I'm sure we can come up with a better idea than 'Shock Absorbers for Buildings' innovation ideas."

"We did come up with that idea on the spot after not coming up with a better idea for map drafting to present to our professor yesterday. He said better ideas would come later on after an initial idea. Since it looks like everyone is ready for a new idea, what do you have in mind captain?" A male classmate asked as he turned to you.

Everyone's attention was on you as you smirk, "Okay, you Aerospace Engineer students... what do you think about making something related or relevant to Zero-Fuel Aircraft?"

After 5 hours of brainstorming and finally concluded on something everyone can work with, it was time to sleep.

The owner of the house had prepared the guest rooms for everyone to stay in. You, however, would be staying in her room. You two have been close friends from elementary straight to college so this wasn't your first time sleeping over at her house.

As you plop onto her bed and took out your phone, your friend entered with junk food in her arms.

"Hey, get your bag. We're sleeping in the treehouse."

"Seriously?" You asked midway from opening TikTok. You then see her shove the marshmallow bag onto your backpack and carried it with her out of the room.

Upon realizing that you have put your laptop back inside your bag after concluding your earlier discussions, you hop off the bed to chase after her. You were afraid for your laptop's dear life, for your friend is very clumsy. She may be rich and could afford to buy you a new laptop if she accidentally broke yours, but you cannot afford to lose your files.

After taking the bag from your friend who was laughing at you, the both of you climbed up her treehouse. The treehouse is adorned with fairy lights and two comfortable beanie bags at the center, you sit down on one and placed your bag on your lap.

"Hey~ genshin?" Your friend asked as you giggle. "But of course."

She sat down on the other beanie bag in front of you. You both played for an hour before taking a break to have some snacks. A notification appeared on your screen and you gasp.

"The new issue has been released!" You were waiting for the new DC comics to drop. Now was the perfect opportunity to read it.

"You mean that other issue focusing a bit on Harley and Ivy?" Your friend asked as she munches on chips. "Well, I'll read some BL while you read about their story. Seriously, I'm so happy that Harley got together with Ivy. She's better than Joker."

"Period." You responded as you start with the first page, already excited.

After reading the comic and some comments, along with some discussions an hour later, you see your friend already done with her second bag of chips.

You stayed quiet for a bit, staring at the distance. Of course, your friend notices and asked if anything was wrong.

"No, it's nothing. I was just thinking..."

"What is it? Is it the new issue?"

"No, more like..." You paused, turning your screen off and putting it in your bag. That little time was enough to gather your thoughts to turn them into verbal words.

"Earlier today, a professor from a different department called me..."

"Oh yeah, you were pulled out from our group that morning before break time. What did he want?" She asked, leaning her body a bit forward towards your direction, ears open.

"As it turned out, one of our classmates is his nephew."

With your answer, her eyes and brows rise in surprise and interest. "Who is it."

With the 7 seconds of silence and your dead stare facing her, her face scrunched up in realization before morphing into disgust. "Oh my god... not him."

You shrug as she groans. You both like everyone in your class but you both also have a very unpleasant classmate that you two despise. Of course, this was a piece of information only you both know and share with each other. There is also a possibility that some others felt the same way about the said unpleasant classmate, but just didn't verbally express it.

"Just mentioning him already put me in a bad mood."

"Well, if that's the case then you'll probably not gonna be happy with what I'm going to say next."

She cranes her neck up while groaning again, "I swear to Zhongli's ass that hasn't come home yet..." She takes some seconds before looking at you for your answer.

"The professor asked me if we could take him as a member of our team."

"WHAT!?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah... no one wanted to take him after he left his group just because he didn't like them." You sighed as she screams with her lips sealed tight while hitting her fists onto the beanie bag. You both certainly did not want someone like him in your group. Not only was he bossy and arrogant, but he was also a deadweight to any group he joins, there were even times he would take the credit.

"Oh god...Don't tell me you said yes."

"Um, I didn't..." Your volume faltered a bit, getting lower at the last syllable.

"You didn't say yes but you didn't say no either." She answered for you, and you sigh once again.

"I told him that I'd think about it, tell the whole group about it."

"Ah, good! Because I know for sure everyone would say no." She laughs with a relieved expression plastered on her face.

Her laughter slowly stops when she sees your eyes glued to the ceiling of the treehouse, eyes trailing the line of vines wrapping around it.

"Something still bugging you?"

"Yeah..." You answered almost immediately, already knowing that she'd ask that. You trust her enough to show your vulnerable side, body language that indicated that you were unsure or troubled.

"Back then, I wanted to punch the professor."

"Hmm, really?"

"Yeah."

She then follows what your eyes were staring at, counting the leaves on the vines her eyes land on.

"Do you sometimes wish you could just... act according to your intrusive thoughts?" You asked as she chuckled, "Yup. Almost all of the time. Especially to my ex. I wanted to skin him."

You laugh a bit as she did before silence consumes you both again, "I just... find it frustrating sometimes. But what really did it was my talk with the professor earlier." The smile from your face vanished, staring blankly towards the ceiling.

"He was looking at me as if I would say 'yes'... as if I would bend to his request. In fact, I bend to everyone's wishes. My parents, my family, the teachers, almost everyone..."

You turn your head to the side, staring at the window with the stars blinking back at you. "... even when I don't like to do some of their requests."

"Hm, I hear you." She mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

"I wish I could at least be selfish sometimes..."

"I mean, I understand where you're coming from with this. Being the group leader, trying to be the best child for your family, school, listening to other people's requests, putting up with idiots, always appearing as if nothing's wrong... You always had to keep a facade. All of this pressure piled on top of you... then add the professor and his damn nephew. I say you're thoughts are valid."

A long breath flows out your nose, "I wish... for once, at least just for a moment, I would act like I'm not some goody-two-shoes. Not having to be so careful with my words. And act upon my thoughts."

A chuckle escapes your throat, "Maybe beat someone up if they get on my nerves, have a type of complex or whatever, don't have the need to sugar coat my words, say stuff that almost doesn't make sense, or speak something completely unnecessary or irrelevant to the current situation..."

A smile spreads on your lips in a dreamy manner, "Be odd and stuff. Be adventurous and reckless. Not afraid to risk it all for the thrill. Don't have to be humble in front of the adults and own up my achievements, even if I sound narcissistic."

"Why does that sound more like Harley Quinn, though?" She adds in the middle of your daydream as you look at her with a nod.

"Yeah! I guess something like that! With a mix of my own personality, of course." You smirk as she laughs.

"Yeah, it'd be nice if you grace other people of this side of you other than me. Only a select few know this side of you, a side that is strong and fearless. Sadly society tends to judge."

"Exactly."

You both sigh at the same time, not even bothering to call out jinx at each other. You pulled out your phone and opened the Genshin app.

"At least for one hour- no, two hours. Make it two hours of me letting loose." You say as you turn your head back to face the window.

"Your dark and adventurous manhwas and fics are probably the reason behind this." She added as you laugh, though you can't deny that what she said played a factor in your current desires.

"I-" You stop as you raise your head, alert. You turn to your friend and saw that she was also paying attention to her surroundings.

You both heard some wood crunching.

"Hey... how old was this tree again?"

"...Uh, we're apparently in college now so this tree is probably old."

You both stayed still as everything was silent. Both of you then sighed in relief a bit, "That was probably not this treehouse. This tree is sturdy afteral-"

Of course, what you've said was true, the tree was sturdy... however, the floor of the treehouse certainly was not.

"Ugh..." You groaned as you gently pushed off your heavy backpack from your chest, finally having room to breathe.

"H-Hey! Are you alright!?"

You heard a somewhat familiar voice. You turn your head towards the source, who has just arrived, and knelt beside your laying form with worry. It was dark but the moon was bright enough to discern the facial features of the stranger who was scanning your body for injuries.

It probably had been because of the fall, or the pain was enough to make you high, but your mouth ran without you thinking.

"That's some rad benny cosplay."

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End of chapter 1: Black Clematis

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#genshin cult au #sagau villain au #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau #genshin

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emsuemsu · 5 months

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@hprecfest day 5: non ao3

This was such a hard one. I only do ao3 nowadays, so I started to think waaaaay back when I was a teeny weeny child exploring the internet getting my fanfiction fix. I used to read (and write, oh god) only in Finnish in a Finnish HP fanfiction forum, which became my internet home. I met some of my closest friends on that forum 🫶🫶 These fics are an essential part of my lore so enjoy these three early 2000's stories:

Seamus is Seamus and You are Yourself by Ari Munami 🩵 ff.net, 36,741 words, draco/harry

Harry goes through some... er, changes before Sixth Year. Everyone, including Draco Malfoy, sits up and takes notice. DM/HP.

This was my favorite fic at some point. Harry had a massive glow up during the summer (aka he got rid of his glasses???) and became the hottest shit in Hogwarts. Everybody and their mothers were thirsting after him. I ate this up and left no crumbs. This story features *a lot* of asterisks, and is the most unhinged shit ever. All the POVs are so fucking hilarious. I'm still low-key loving this 22 years after it was published. Not the freshest fic by far as what comes to it’s contents so yeah it’s a bit sus

Welcome to the Real World by IamtheLizardQueen 🩵 ff.net, 124,521 words, draco/harry

A Harry/Draco romance, set post-Hogwart's in muggle London. Includes red mittens, linoleum, witty retorts, angst, love, dance clubs, strange friends, cooking shows, and coffee not necessarily in that order !

This I started to read as a translation when I was 14 I guess? The translator continued to post this until chapter 10 or so and vanished from the forum and then I read the rest in English. I checked and the translation was finished by another translator later. I can't remember much of this fic but I remember being so invested in it. Time to try to re-read I guess

Little Pink Pills by MushroomAnn 🩵 ff.net, 21,504 words, draco/harry

Two young boys, one last fight, two little pills called Ecstasy and one long detention. A.N: written after OotP and set during sixth year. Warning: drug use!

I checked and this has been crossposted to ao3 as well, but I'm including it anyways. I was probably around 15 when I read this (translated as well) and it completely altered my brain chemistry. Harry and Draco rolling on molly is the purest and most endearing thing ever. I absolutely love this fic so much and now re-reading it made me so happy, I could feel the ecstasy love oozing from me as well as the comedown. I really had no idea of anything when I first read this, so now that I'm older and wiser and done my fair share of stuff it just hits different

#hprecfest2023 #drarry #drarry fic rec #this is probably my fav prompt afterall #im having such a good time with these fics #the first one is really fucking all over the place #trip down the memory lane #my rec

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nabiiee · 9 months

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PEPERO GAME

✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ {A Jay Oneshot}

Pairings - Y/n x Jay

Genre - Pure fluff. Teeny weeny angst?

Word count - 1.35k

A/n:

This Fic was originally written for Stray kids Han. But now I'm releasing it as Jay fic. It's just a short fic. Enjoy reading 😘

Y/n's POV:

Currently, I'm on a bus to jeju island, waiting for all my classmates to board the bus. We were going to Jeju island for a school trip. Yeah classic. But, going on vacation and stuffs like that are not really my type. I prefer to stay at home watching netflix or reading some good novels. Then you might think as to why I am here.....well, actually my best friend Jina, dragged me to this trip, like literally. Why? Because her crush Sunghoon is going on the trip. I saw Jay boarding the bus, He is one of the richest students in the school, so he had only a few friends whom he trusts and believes.

I have never seen him date any girl despite his Playboy look. I secretly had a teeny weeny crush on him which I never disclosed to anyone. Even Jina doesn't have any idea that I like Jay. I manage to make it a well kept secret which is known only to me and no one else. We made an eye contact briefly before I decided to quickly turn my eyes away from him. The bus started and put my earphones on and presented that I was in a freaking music video as I admired the natural scenery passing by outside the window. The journey came to an end after hours of travel and we all got off of the bus and went to the rooms allocated to us by the homeroom teacher. I shared my room with Jina and some other girls from my class. The hotel was located near the beach so, the view looked really pretty. Oh how I wish I could just sit here and enjoy without having to go out and socialise? But we'll guess who is dragging me outside now? Yep, none other than Jina. She dragged me out to the beach side and saw some guys from our class playing in the water. Now I know why she desperately pulled me out of the room. Sunghoon was here, playing among the students. She kept on rambling about how hot Sunghoon was but my eyes were only fixated on one person, Jay.

Soon it was time for dinner, after we filled our stomach with some yummy foods I decided to just go back to the room but Jina didn't let me," where are you going? I heard they set a campfire next to the lounge. Let's go there"she exclaimed and begged me cutely. Well one can never say no to a cute lady..."okay but only for few minute" I said. I expected it to be crowded but guess everyone left to sleep as they were tired from the travel. Only Sunghoon's group and some other few students were there. Now I know the intention behind why Jina dragged me here and this is the second time I'm getting fooled by her cuteness today. "Hey can you guys join us for a game?" Heeseung asked us. I wanted to refuse but- "of course" Jina happily joined them dragging me down with her again. I sat next to Jungwkm,"so what game are we playing?" Jay asked. He looked kind of bored and not interested.

"So let's spin the bottle and whoever it points to has to play Pepero game with the person on the other side of the bottle" Ni-ki said and wiggled his eyebrows like a evil person. Everyone cheered hearing his idea while I wondered where he gets these weird ideas from. Sunoo spun the bottle first, it stopped in front of Heeseung and Sunoo(👀) they managed to complete the game without any mess(a.k.a lips touching). Next, the bottle pointed on Sunghoon and Jina, we all cheered loudly for them, it was so funny watching Jina flustered. The game went on and it was happy and fun until the bottle stopped infront of me and... Jay. I was clearly nervous when he approached me with the Pepero stick. The game started and he didn't make any efforts to move forward so I did. I looked at his eyes but he was clearly not interested at all.

This broke my heart for some reason. So, I just backed away from the game even when the Pepero stick was not even half completed. "I don't think Jay likes this. So, let's finish it here....please excuse me I have to go somewhere" I told them and walked away from the campfire and went to the beach alone. I sat there crying in silence looking at the sea. Someone sat next to me but I didn't mind since I thought it'd probably be Jina. "Why are you crying?" Once I heard his voice I thought I was dreaming until I turned towards him and made eye contact. "What are you doing here Jay?" I asked him which he replied with, "Look you make it look like I made you cry. So my friends compelled me to console you" he said with straight face. Yeah right, why else would he come here?, "I need some time alone" I said and stood up from there realizing he's not gonna go away from there. "Wait...sit here" he said holding my hand "I'm not your dog to do as you say" I snapped at him. "Please" he made those puppy eyes. Did he learn that from Jina? "Ugh fine, just for few minutes" I sat down again next to him, looking at the sea.

"Do you know why I don't date anyone...? It's because my family forbid me to do so" he said now looking at me. I felt sad for him, "but why are explaining it to me?" I asked him. "It's just I like someone.... I can't express it to her. So, I wanted someone's opinion. You just happened to be here" I felt my heartbreaking. Even though I know he's out of my range, I had a small hope that he looked at me as more than just a classmate when he explained about his family to me but guess not and also he likes someone else. It hurts to know that I am not the favourite person of my favourite person. "If you like her, then just man up and tell her. No family would want to destroy their own children's happiness" I said to him sadly. "Then can I do it now?" He asked bluntly,"go on and tell her. Good luck" I told him and turned away sadly, "I love you" he told loudly and I looked at him weirdly "not here. To the girl you like, stupid Jay" "yeah, that's what I'm doing, I love you, Y/n" he confessed and I can see that he meant it through the look in his eyes. "You never spared a glance at me and you looked so irritated during the Pepero game only to say you love me?" I asked him crying out of happiness (lol) I just want to scold him a little for being so cold to me. "Y/n, it's okay if you don't like me....please don't cry" he said kind of sad and gently wiped the tears out of my eyes. I giggled at him slightly and pushed his shoulder, "now who said I don't like you" he looked at me surprised, "t-then do you like me?" he asked and I nodded.

He pulled my head towards his face and asked "Can I?" To which I nodded my head shyly and the next thing I knew was he kissed me on the lips. I was a bit shy due to our sudden closeness, but kissed back in few seconds. He pulled away slightly and smiled at me. "I love you y/n" "I love you too Jay" he kissed me again but we were interrupted by loud whistling and cheering noises. We turned around to look at his friends and Jina cheering for us. "Did you guys decide to continue your Pepero game alone?? without us??" NiKi teased us and we both flustered like a tomato.

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#enhypen imagine #enhypen oneshot #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #jay oneshot #jay x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reaction #park jeongseong #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

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Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

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Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

———

The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

——

Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

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Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

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#haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #hq tanaka #tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #haikyu x male reader #haikyuu boys

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sparklingdust4612 · 2 years

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Prieta Melleen (the conception)

A/N: I was washing dishes and thinking of my soulmate Reylo fic, then I thought of Kylo dying but since they're soulmates, cant the soul find its other half to reside in? thats when the idea of body-mates began (while doing dishes, thank you very much) and then my thoughts drifted to Prim whose death devastated us and since I am me, I decide to write that asinine piece of idk-what-that-is garbage for my beloved @jhsgf82.

The title will make more sense once you read on.

Lets move to our story ;)

Post-MJ, Humour, rated M to be safe. No triggers except canon-ish violence (which is teeny weeny like Gale's willy). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK CUZ IDK WHAT THIS PIECE OF SHIT IS!!

"Katniss?" Prim asked, turning and looking at her frantic sister before the explosions went.

There was pain, so much pain, and screaming and it took Prim a while to realize her sister was screaming much louder than anyone who fell victim to the disguised bombs.

"Primrose!" Katniss wails and Prim screams as she feels herself being violently torn into two until the pain and noise is no more and there's a feeling. It feels like...flying?

Prim slams her eyes shut (which she shouldn't have done but she did) and prays for it all to be over, prays to whatever deity is out there to bring her back to her sister who she'll never leave again.

And then she floats, she floats for who knows how long until she finally feels well-rested and decides to face whatever the fuck it is head-on.

Well, whatever Prim thought she'd see after opening her eyes would never come close to what she actually is seeing.

It's dark but she can see. She's in somewhere that's obviously dark, warm, cozy, and well-lived. There is only a distant source of light and that's too high up.

That's when the sound of someone stomping hits her ears and she's instantly on high alert, years upon years with Katniss making it instinctive.

"Who are you?" she hisses, trying to sound as threatening as Katniss would but she doesn't know if she achieves her goal.

Stompy-feet comes close enough and she traces it's, his, features with her eyes because he looks famili-

"Peeta?" Prim gasps and Peeta jumps several feet in the air. It would be comical if Prim wasn't utterly done with the universe's bullshit by now.

"What are you doing here? Where are we? Katniss?" Prim asks, she's about to unload more questions but the sight of his wide, terrified eyes makes her clamp her mouth shut.

"Primrose? You're okay!" he sounds stunned and then excited as he pulls her in his arms.

"I don't know where we are Prim but I've been eying that light up there and I think it'll answer all our questions," Peeta says, pointing up at the small source of light.

"How do we get there?" Prim asks and Peeta thinks noisily because the fucking man literally talks to himself and considers it thinking.

"How do we get up there, Peeta? Hmm, this feels like a dream don't you think? I agree, so maybe we can fly up there and hope we find answers? Sounds valid enough but-" his loud thinking is cut-off by Prim leaping in the air and floating up.

She shrieks in excitement and is joined by a grinning Peeta who dampens her mood by saying, "Great minds think alike."

"Oh shut up, you walk loud, you talk loud, you think loud, you ogle loud," Prim says and Peeta's face looks like a lump of coal that's been sitting in the fire too long.

They both fly all the way and as soon as they're close, they realize there are two sources of light and they're small.

They don't have to say it because they're thinking the same thing. Let's peek.

Peeking from the two wasn't a good idea because as soon as they do, they see a mirrored ceiling and a sleeping Katniss, and focusing on the mirrored ceiling has them falling back down because two blue eyes are staring from the mirror, one more grayish, the other bluer.

"What the fuck!" Prim yells and Peeta gives her a nasty look.

"It looks like you're stuck in my body too now," Peeta calmly says and Prim's eyes fill with mischief.

"Does that mean no more crampy period?"

And Peeta groans, his face turning red once again.

"No, no no! This isn't happening!" he wails, sounding pathetic and utterly defeated.

"Cheer-up Peeta, we'll find a way to split up," and a flash of an image appears in her mind of Peeta's body split into two even pieces, running in two different directions and Prim gags.

"What was that?" she asks and Peeta gives her the stink eye.

"Well, sharing my body includes my fucking organs which includes my brain, and said brain has thoughts and feelings and memories you can now see," he grits out and Prim's smile turns maniacal.

"We'll find a way, at least until then, refrain from kissing or having intimate relations with my sister, yeah?" she says and Peeta looks so embarrassed he's ready to combust.

"How can we?" he wails, "my body doesn't have a library or computer in it."

There are a few minutes of blissful silence as the two contemplate what it means for them.

Peeta jumps and stares outside both windows feeling a rush of air so strong he closes his eyes. Opening them again, he finds himself in bed and Katniss beside him, holding his hand. There's no sign of Prim and Peeta breathes a sigh of relief.

Katniss wakes with a start, her bloodshot eyes lighting up for a minute before she kisses him and he melts. Tangling his hand in her hair he-

Peeta for god's sake stop eating her face and come down here! I told you not to do that! Ughhh! comes Prim's voice in his mind and he abruptly pulls away from the girl he's been in love with for more than a decade.

"I love you," he croaks before his eyes roll back and he finds himself inside his body, standing beside Prim once again.

"So if one of us goes there, we can have control of the body, thoughts, and everything. It's the perfect way to find out what happened to us!" Prim squeals before adding "Now to figure out how we'll tell Katniss."

And Peeta feels dizzy because this isn't fucking happening. He refuses to believe it.

And then Prim grins and it's so damn evil, purely devilish that Peeta prays it's nothing bad.

"So what do we call ourself?" Prim asks and Peeta rolls his eyes at her use of 'ourself'.

"Pri-" her words are cut off as Peeta ends what he was saying.

"-eta" and the miserable duo looks at each other and then tries to snag the last name.

"Mell-"

"-een" Prim ends and Peeta facepalms.

"Prieta Melleen, I like it!" she giggles and Peeta hopes he can wake up and find out it's all a nightmare.

"Come, fellow Prieta, let's decide who'll talk to Katniss about our...predicament," Prim says and Peeta can't stop himself from fainting this time.

A/N: And this is how Prieta Melleen came into being lol. This is me reversing the concept of soulmates (one soul, two bodies) to make it body-mates (one body, two souls+personalities). Idk if I'll write more of this but maybe if my brain concocts more body-bound duo's shenanigans, I believe I'll write them because in the end, the two love Katniss 😂

#Operation cheer-up Mandy #Prieta Melleen #Stella writes #plotless crack #primrose everdeen #peeta mellark #body-bond #body-bound #soulmates reversal

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Harry Holland X Indian! Reader|

A/N: I've wanted to write an Indian!Reader fic for so long and it's here!!! Also I wrote this at like 1am in the morning today???? You never know when inspiration might kick in. Tell me what you think!

Warnings: none lol, just a teeny weeny really small dislike towards Harry and Indian parents just being Indian parents.

You and Harry had been dating for over two years and you hadn’t even told your parents about it for the first six months. And when you finally managed to bring the nerve to tell them, they were so shocked, because they didn't expect you to date a British. But they grew out of it soon and were looking forward to meet him. It was the first time Harry was visiting India and you after three years. He seemed so nervous about meeting your parents but also excited about seeing the place you grew up, meeting all your friends and learning more about you. During the flight you kept telling him stories about your childhood and the places you were going to take him to see. You had decided that you would take him to some monuments or historical places in your city because they were your favourite to visit and also they were really good picturesque spots for Harry to click pictures. And of course you were going to take him to your school/ college where you had so many memories and all the spots where you and your friends used to hang out.

As the plane was about to land, you could see the city lights from below, it looked so beautiful and you realised how much you had missed home.

When you both get outside the airport, you see your parents were waiting for you.

“y/n!” your mom shouts.

You run towards her and pull her into a hug, it had been so long since you had seen her. Your dad then hugs you and kisses your forehead.

They start asking you about how the flight was and if you had eaten anything. You shrug it off and point towards Harry, who had been standing behind you, watching everything and smiling.

“Ma this is Harry!”

“Umm namaste,” he says. He wanted to make a good first impression, he had told you.

You parents smile and he shakes his hand with your dad.

On the car ride home, you point towards the buildings and tell Harry more about your city.

Your mom slowly whispers in your ear,"ye sar pe jhaad kyu uga rakha hai?" (Why has he grown this fro on his head?)

"Mom!" You whisper-shout. You loved Harry's curls, running your hand through it when cuddling and tugging on it during sexy times, how they felt on your neck when he hugged you. But apparently your mom wasn't a fan of it.

You reach home and rush towards your room, it was just like you had left, but cleaner. All the photos of boybands on the wall, all the inspiration quotes, the wall hangings, everything was exactly the same. You feel a wave of nostalgia as you sit down on the bed.

"We've missed you," Your mom says as she sits beside you.

"I've missed you too, ma," You start crying, just a few happy tears and your mom brushes them off from your cheeks.

"Now now, take a bath and relax, then we'll have lunch, okay? I've made your favourite food"

"Oh thank you mom"

"Harry will sleep in the guest room right?" Your mom asks you.

"Of course mom, where else would he sleep?" You say trying to hide your sneaky smile.

You had a plan in mind, which was going to get you killed if you got caught. But how could you deny that deep sexy voice? Those gorgeous curls? You were going to sneak into the guest room late at night, after everyone had fallen asleep and maybe..just maybe do some stuff, though you weren't sure, as Harry was so damn loud, he could probably be heard all the way from across the street.

You change into a salwar kurta, as you had missed wearing ethnic. You put on a pair of earrings which someone had gifted you, with a small bindi which matched the colour of your kurta.

Harry was in awe when he saw you, and you blushed a little as you didn't expect him to react that way.

"Wow- you… you look really beautiful"

"Well you don't look so bad yourself" You get closer to him, intertwining your hands with his. He leans in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips and softly push him away. You had told him not to PDA in front of your family but it was just a habit now, to kiss just like that, anytime, not even thinking about it before.

"Uh uh no baby not now," You eye towards the living room, where your dad was going through all the gifts you had bought for everyone."Tonight, okay?"

"Can't wait," He smirks.

Your mom had made enough food to last a week. But you hadn't had homemade food for so long, you didn't mind. After you left India, what you missed the most was the food, your family following closely after. You missed eating all the spicy food, snacks and sweets. Sure, there were good Indian restaurants in London but they were nothing close to the food made by your mom. You were so overwhelmed being able to taste her food again.

You talked all about how you met Harry and about his family. Your parents told you how things had been for them and a few updates on your relatives and cousins.

"Oh did I tell you your aunt's brother's son got into a university in the US?" Your mom says.

"No mom you didn't and what does that have to do with me-" You started to speak when you hear Harry cough. "Wha- what happened?"

"Spice- it's... too.... spicy... it's... it's burning," He says, puffing his cheeks, with a few tears in his eyes.

You immediately stand up and go to him, rubbing his back.

"Mom I told you not to make it spicy!"

"But- but I didn't put any chillis!" Your mom protests.

"It must be the masala (spices)," Your dad calls out.

"Whatever it is, just give him some water," Your mom reaches for a water bottle on the table.

"No it's going to burn even more!" You grab a mithai (sweet) from the plate and put it in Harry's mouth. A trick that you had learnt, not to drink water when spicy food gets to you, as it'll only make it worse. Instead always have something sweet, which cools down the tongue. "Better?"

"Mmmm yeah"

"Don't they eat spicy food?" Your mom asks.

"They do.. they do, mom. He's just not used to it and I did tell you to be careful in putting the spices"

When night fell, you go to the balcony and see Harry looking at the night sky.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So my spicy nugget can't handle a little spicy food?"

He laughs. "Let me just say it was really spicy, okay how do you even eat it?"

"I'm used to it, I've been eating it since like forever and God, I've missed it so much"

"I know, babe and I'm so happy to see you happy"

"Aww come here," You pull him closer and put your lips on his, not caring who was watching. Both of your lips sliding over each other’s and his hands tracing your back, your eyes closed, savouring the taste of him. He moves his hands a little lower and playfully grabs your ass. You laugh into the kiss and tug on his hair. Your heartbeat becomes faster and you hold on to his neck. His mouth moves to your neck, slowly kissing and biting, you let out a small moan, feeling his hot breath on your skin.He lifts his head up and meets your lips again, deeply kissing you with his tongue teasing your mouth and-

"Y/NN!! " You hear a shocked voice call out from behind you, startling you both.

One look from your mom and you knew you were dead.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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You Give Love a Bad Name (Final)

MASTERLIST HERE

************** Chapter Five-- Somewhere Hot and Humid and Honeymoon-y

“Alright.” Bucky filled a shot glass to the rim with tequila and balanced it carefully on his middle finger. “Never have I ever seduced someone then killed them shortly before orgasm, which is a bitch move by the way, how you gonna off somebody before they get off?”

“That’s fucking cheating, and you know it.” Natasha warned, snatched the tequila and pounded it in a single swallow. “My turn. Never have I ever strangled someone to death with my bare hands.”

“Cheating.” Bucky answered promptly, and leaned in to lick a line of salt off Nat’s neck before taking his own shot. “Never have I ever worn purple velour shorts with the word JUICY across the ass.”

“Damn you. Where’d you find the picture?” Natasha took a shot and wiped her mouth, motioned for the lime.

“Believe it or not, it was in that big photo album we kept at the house in the suburbs.” Bucky lifted up the nearly empty tequila bottle and eyed the remainder. “Back in the fake photos I supplied for my college days and what I can only assume are staged pics of you and Maria? Dat ass, purple velour shorts, JUICY. You look amazing.”

“Never have I ever…” Natasha hesitated because after a solid hour and a half they were running out of ideas, and Bucky cut in with a, “Jumped from th’top floor of a wildly sketchy building with your spouse that you are head over heels in love with?”

Natasha’s smile was equal parts amused and endlessly fond as she took the almost empty bottle from Bucky, took a long drink and then passed it back so he could finish it off. “What do you know, we’ve both done that.”

“Hell yeah, we have.” Bucky tossed the bottle into the bushes behind them and stretched out on the sun warmed sand, opening his arms so Tasha would curl up over his heart and they could rest together. “Y’know we’ll need another bottle or three if we’re gonna get drunk?”

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice that first night how much it took to get you tipsy.” Natasha mused, drawing idle fingers over the myriad of scars on Bucky’s bare chest. “But to be fair, I was two bottles deep myself before I was even tipsy, so that probably explains it.”

“Probably.” Bucky agreed easily, and ran a gentle touch over the newest scar on Tasha’s body, jagged and still raised a little bit from where they’d gone through the window together. “Sorry about this one, doll. I should’a covered you better.”

“You made sure the commandos didn’t shoot me on the way down.” Natasha pointed out dryly. “I think that’s covered enough, don’t you?”

“S’more covered than you are right now.” Bucky plucked at the strings of her teeny weeny, itsy bitsy, bright white polka dot bikini. “Not that I’m complanin’, m’just saying this thing is literally a health hazard.”

“Mm-hmm.” Natasha bit at her bottom lip and hummed softly when cool metal fingers dipped under the rather scandalously low waist of her bottoms. “And when did you become an expert on bikinis?”

“Haven’t you heard?” Bucky jostled her lightly, scooted her up his body so he could get a firm grasp on that delectable booty. “I’m part of the FBI, sugar pie. Female Bikini Inspector. This particular item isn’t a danger to you, but boy howdy is it doing fatal things to my blood pressure.”

“Ah, well we wouldn’t want anything fatal to happen.” she giggled softly and sat up, jiggling just enough to be obvious as she undid the barely there ties holding her top together. “What if I get rid of half the danger?”

The bikini top came up and off, flung away to the side and even though Bucky jerked forward to grab her, Natasha was faster, lighter on her feet, laughing out loud as she raced away down the beach towards the water and away from her husband.

“Tasha!” Bucky scrambled to his feet and took off after her, shouting, “That didn’t eliminate half th’danger babydoll, my hearts in danger of just outright stoppin’ now! Come back! I need CPR!”

Natasha was still laughing when Bucky caught up to her and tackled her into the clear blue water and gentle waves, still laughing when they resurfaced dripping went and clinging to each other, and only when Bucky drew her in close for a sweet sweet kiss did Natasha’s laughter quiet to a satisfied moan.

“Cmere.” Bucky hoisted her up to his waist, and Natasha wrapped her legs around him obligingly, shivering when bare skin met bare skin. “Yeah,. There you are wife.”

“Husband.” Natasha blinked water out of her eyes, twisting a piece of dark hair through her fingers. “Did you know my world famous peanut butter pie was from the bakery down the street? I had to pay her two hundred and fifty dollars every time you wanted a goddamn pie just so she wouldn’t sell me out.”

“I had to learn to cut grass from a YouTube video.” Bucky admitted. “Never even seen a weed whacker before, I full on thought it was some sorta gun.”

“You thought a weed whacker was an assassination tool?” Natasha said blankly, and Bucky defended, “It’s called a whacker, Tash!”

“Christ, you are a doofus.” Natasha shrieked with laughter when Bucky dunked her beneath the waves, and came up sputtering, “Damn you! You’re going to ruin my hair! I just had it colored and sea water is terrible for it!”

“You look like a goddamn mermaid, and that’s th’honest truth.” Bucky decided, and for a moment they just floated there, bobbing in the waves and sharing kisses as the warm wind blew in from the south and dried the salt on their skin.

“I think I fell in love with you the first night we were together.” Natasha’s confession was whisper soft, and anyone other than a super soldier would have missed it all together. “I never once faked it. I took the mission because I wanted to be with you even if were just pretending. For once in my life, I knew I loved someone and I didn’t want to let that go.”

“That’s real good, Tash, cos I’m not gonna let you let me go.” Bucky promised. “You’re like a shot to the heart, and m’sure there’s a whole lotta people out there that think we don’t belong together but we do.”

And then with a lecherous look slightly below the waves where she was topless and all sorts of distracting-- “And by the way, if you would’a been like this in the suburbs I would have gladly lived there for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too much to let you wear high waisted khakis and play golf the rest of your life, darling.”

“Oh thank god. I mean, your tiddies are worth it, but--”

“BUCKY!”

“Hey now, they don’t call me Bronco cos I’m--”

“Oh my love, everyone knows why they call you Bronco.”

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alice-beaumont-ravenclaw · 4 years

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Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 2)

A/N #1: Part 2 is here! It’s finally time for the beach! Inspired by the B prompt of this challenge. The song that inspired part of this fic is “Itsi bitsi, petit bikini” by Dalida. You can find Alice’s outfit HERE. (Part 1 is HERE.)

The next morning, the group sat together at the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast. Charlie was sitting next to Alice and giving his cereal bowl all of his attention.

“What’s up with Charlie?” whispered Penny to Andre.

“Eh, he’s angry because I told Diego what he did with Alice last summer. Well, more like confirmed than told, since Charlie’s red face was a pretty big giveaway. Was Alice angry that you talked about it?”

“Mostly embarrassed. Didn’t have time to get angry as we had to figure out who would sleep where. We didn’t want Tulip and Tonks sleeping in the same room, but neither of us wanted to sleep with Tonks because we still have nightmares of that time she transformed into Filch while asleep.”

“What did you do then?”

“Confiscated Tulip’s dungbombs, told them if they did anything stupid, we would send them back to London, and Alice and I took the bedroom.”

“Lucky you, Charlie…” started saying Andre.

“Who gave Tonks coffee?!” said Alice, staring at the pink-haired girl in front of her.

“I ordered it myself,” said Tonks, raising an eyebrow from behind her cup.

“Great. We’ll be dealing with hyper Tonks,” said Penny, letting out a sigh as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, it’s a good thing we are going to the beach today, then,” said Diego, wrapping an arm around Penny’s shoulders.

“Oh! Alice! You can wear that swimsuit I made for you!” exclaimed Andre, clapping his hands together as Penny pushed Diego off his chair.

“I… hum… sure,” said Alice, staring at her pão de queijo crumbs, her cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.

“Andre made you a swimsuit? Oh! I can’t wait to see it! Come on, let’s go and get changed!” exclaimed Penny, dragging her friend by the arm.

“I didn’t have time to finish my orange juice!” Alice was heard saying.

“Wait… If we are going to the beach, that means we’ll get to see the guys in their swim trunks,” said Tulip, wiggling her eyebrows as she looked at the guys around the table.

“Meh, I’ve seen most of them at the Burrows. Not that impressive,” said Tonks, shrugging as she got up. “At least you’ll be able to take Dennis out for a walk.”

Tulip shot up from her chair, “Oh! You’re right!”

The last two girls having left the table, the guys quickly finished eating and headed to their room to change.

About thirty minutes later, they were on the beach of Copacabana, in an area reserved for hotel guests. Charlie and Barnaby were wearing trunks in their house colours, while Andre was wearing a purple one. Diego, on the other hand, was wearing bright yellow Speedo swim briefs.

“Why is Diego in his underwear?” asked Barnaby.

“No, it’s a… style of swimsuit. Doesn’t suit everyone, but Diego pulls it off. Kinda. Anyway, he’s clearly not the only one wearing that kind of swimwear,” explained Andre, looking over his sunglasses at all the men on the beach wearing swim briefs like Diego.

“Not surprising Diego would leave little to the imagination,” said Tonks as she arrived with Tulip, who was carrying her toad in her hands.

“Hey! Took you long enough,” said Andre, turning around as Tonks and Tulip placed their towels on the sand.

“Not our fault we share a room with the Headgirl and her enforcer,” said Tulip as she carefully placed Dennis on the sand. “They made sure we had put on sunscreen, that we were wearing some clothes over our swimsuits to get to the beach, that I didn’t have any dungbombs… The only reason we were able to get out is that Penny turned her attention to Alice and her bikini.”

“Wait… Alice will be wearing a bikini?” asked Charlie, his eyes wide.

“Don’t make that face, Dragon Boy. You’ve seen her in way less,” said Tonks, smirking as she removed the shorts over her yellow one-piece swimsuit.

“I hate my life,” grumbled Charlie, holding his head.

“Aw, come one, we’re only teasing, mate,” said Andre, patting his friend’s back. “But we’ll stop. It’s a moment that should remain between you and Alice.”

“Thanks,” said Charlie, looking gratefully at Andre.

“Oh! I think I see Penny and Alice!” said Barnaby as he sat on the sand, building a sandcastle.

Penny and Alice made their way to the group. Penny was wearing an orange bandeau bikini, jean shorts hiding the bottom half. She held a t-shirt in one hand, and a beach bag in the other. Following behind her was Alice, wearing denim overall shorts covering her swimsuit, the only part visible being the pastel puff sleeves.

“Wow, Alice really doesn’t want us to see her bikini. She’s wearing a puff-sleeved top over it,” said Tonks.

“Oh, no. Those puff sleeves are part of the swimsuit. It was how I got her to accept to wear a bikini. She told me she would not wear, and I quote, ‘an itsy bitsy teenie weenie tout petit, petit bikini,’” explained Andre as the two girls arrived next to them.

“What is Diego doing?” asked Penny, raising her sunglasses to the top of her head to look at Diego, who was now flexing in front of giggling local girls.

“He’s just being Diego,” said Alice as she sat next to Charlie on his beach towel, placing her towel, as well as her bag, on it.

“So, are we going to see that bikini of yours? Or are you planning to go swim with your denim overalls?” asked Tonks.

“She looks absolutely adorable in it,” gushed Penny.

“Ugh, fine,” grumbled Alice, undoing the buckle loops holding the straps as she stood up.

Her overalls pooled at her feet, revealing her bikini. It was made of a fabric with a pastel scenic tropical print. The top was a bandeau with puff sleeves and a tie at the back. The briefs were between low-rise and high-rise.

“Alice… you look stunning,” said Charlie as he looked up at his girlfriend.

“You really think so?” she asked, lowering her white oval-framed sunglasses down her nose, to which Charlie nodded.

“Ok, you two lovebirds. Cut it out,” said Tulip, holding a little leash. “Unless you want us to remind you that we know what you did last summer.”

“Tulip,” said Andre through gritted teeth.

“I know, I know. But they are so sickenly sweet, I feel like we’re all third-wheeling on their honeymoon or something,” replied Tulip.

“Coming here for your honeymoon would be so romantic,” said Penny, sighing as she laid down on her towel. “Maybe these two will honeymoon here someday.”

At these words, Alice and Charlie stared at Penny before staring at each other.

“Barnaby, need any help with your sandcastle?” said Charlie as he scooted toward his Slytherin friend.

“Tulip, Tonks, want to take a walk on the beach with Dennis?” suggested Alice as she linked her arms with her two friends’ arms.

“What the hell did I say?” asked Penny as she watched Alice walking away.

“You talked about marriage to two seventeen-year-olds,” said Andre as he laid down next to her.

“Charlie is eighteen and come on! As if Charlie won’t propose by the end of the year.”

“They are teenagers. It’s a bit young to settle into wedded bliss. Not to mention they’ve only been dating for like a year and a half.”

“So? These two are perfect for each other. And even if they don’t marry straight after Hogwarts, they’ll still probably end up marrying each other.”

“Maybe,” said Andre, glancing between Charlie and Alice. “But we don’t know what the future holds.”

“Look at you, being all philosophical.”

“Meh, it’s just the reaction they had tells me they are clearly not at that stage in their relationship. Now, stop meddling in other people’s love life, and look at all the guys in Speedos.”

An hour later, Alice, Tonks, and Tulip returned from their walk. Barnaby and Charlie had completed their sandcastle, which included what looked like a dragon next to it.

“You were gone for a while,” pointed out Barnaby.

“We went all the way to Leme Beach. Dennis was so happy to breathe in some fresh air finally,” said Tulip.

“I’m starving,” whispered Alice, holding her stomach. “I’m thirsty.”

“I think they sell some food in the kiosks over there,” said Charlie pointing at the kiosks close to the street.

“We can go get lunch for everyone,” suggested Barnaby.

“That would be really nice of you,” said Alice with a gentle smile.

Barnaby blushed before grabbing Charlie by the wrist, “Let’s get the food!”

Alice looked at the two boys walking away, her eyebrows raised, but Diego appeared before she could say anything. “Where the hell were you?”

“Flirting with some chicas,” replied Diego, grinning.

“I will put dungbombs in your shampoo if you say ‘chica’ again,” said Tonks, shivering.

“Sorry, I mean, ladies.”

“You manage even to make that word sound creepy,” replied Tonks.

“Wait, you speak Portuguese now?” asked Alice.

“Hmmm? No, no. The girls were tourists from Argentina. Very charming ladies. They even told me of a place we could eat dinner. An Italian restaurant not too far from the hotel. They also gave me an idea of a place to visit tomorrow. By the way, where’s Charlie?” asked Diego, looking around.

“He went with Barnaby to buy us lunch, why?” replied Alice, pointing toward the kiosk where Barnaby and Charlie could be seen standing in line.

“I’ll go and help them,” simply replied Diego before walking away.

Alice stood there, watching the Hufflepuff boy with her brows furrowed. “Curiouser and curiouser, ” she said, removing her straw fedora to fan herself. “Good grief, it’s hot.”

“Hey, Alice?” said Tulip.

“Mmm?”

“Did Penny forget to put sunscreen on her face?”

Alice looked at Penny and Andre, who had fallen asleep on their towels. Penny’s face was a bright shade of red.

“It does seem like it. I think she was so gung ho about getting me to wear my bikini, she forgot,” said Alice, before kneeling next to Penny. “Oi! Penny!”

Penny’s eyes flickered open before her face contorted into a grimace. “Ow! My face hurts!”

“You got a big sunburn on your face,” pointed out Andre as he woke up.

“What?!”

“Here, take this,” said Alice, handing her a small jar. “It’s an ointment my grandmother makes. It works against sunburns.”

“Thanks,” said Penny as she started to apply the ointment to her face.

A few moments later, Diego, Charlie, and Barnaby returned with food and water.

“What happened to Penny’s face?” asked Barnaby, holding water bottles, as he saw Penny’s face covered in a white cream.

“The sun made her blush,” said Tulip.

“Huh?” said Barnaby, confused.

“Sunburn. She got a sunburn, and I gave her something to treat it,” explained Alice. “Now, can we eat?”

“Here, I got us a beach umbrella,” said Andre as he planted said umbrella in the sand. “They have some available for hotel guests.”

“We should have thought of that sooner,” said Penny, before taking a bite.

After eating, they picked up their trash and disposed of it in the available trash cans. Alice and Charlie wanted to go straight in the water afterwards but were reminded by Penny that they should wait thirty minutes if they didn’t want to have any cramps. Alice decided to help Tulip cover Tonks in the sand while Charlie joined Barnaby and Andre, who were playing with a beach ball. Penny made sure she remained in the shadow of the umbrella, while Diego had gone back to flirting. Once the thirty minutes had passed, they all ran toward the sea, except for Penny, who refused to leave the safety of the umbrella’s shadow, and Diego.

Charlie went behind Alice and took her in his arms bridal style and started to run further away from the group. Alice had her arm around his neck as to not fall, but it was in vain. Charlie tripped in the sand and dropped her in the water.

“Alice?” said Charlie as he looked around, the Ravenclaw still underwater.

Alice emerged behind Charlie, a mischievous grin on her face. She wiggled her bum a bit to gain momentum before jumping on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Charlie stumbled a bit but managed to maintain his balance just as Alice gave him a small peck on his temple.

“Oi! Get a room, you two!” shouted Tonks as their friends caught up to them.

“You’re just jealous,” said Alice, sticking her tongue out from behind Charlie.

“I repeat: I feel like we are a bunch of third-wheels on your couple’s vacation,” said Tulip as Alice got off Charlie’s back.

“Aww, come on. We’re all here because Alanza invited us,” replied Alice, splashing some water in Tulip’s direction.

“Speaking of Alanza, when are we going to see her?” asked Barnaby.

“Ooooh, Barnaby wants to see Alanza!” said Tonks in a sing-song voice.

“Barnaby and Alanza sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” sang Tulip.

“Cut it out, you two,” said Alice, splashing her two friends as Barnaby’s cheek turned pink. “Anyway, she’s supposed to meet up with us tomorrow.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop talking about Barnanza,” said Tonks, raising her hands in defeat.

“Barnanza?” asked Andre.

“Couple’s name we gave Barnaby and Alanza,” explained Tulip.

“We are not even a couple,” protested Barnaby.

“Oh, but, you will…” started saying Tonks before being interrupted by a beach ball thrown at her face. “Beaumont! That’s a declaration of war!”

“Bring it on, Nymphadora!”

And so, they started throwing the ball at each other as hard as they could, trying to make the others lose their balance. It lasted for some time until the girls decided to climb on the guys’ shoulders to fight each other: Alice on Charlie, Tulip on Barnaby, and Tonks on Andre. The Ravenclaw-Slytherin pair fell pretty quickly, probably because the other two teams ganged up on them. Tulip and Barnaby stood in the water, watching their friends face off.

“I’m gonna take you down like I took down your Mario,” said Tonks, arms raised, preparing to strike.

“So you admit it! You killed my Mario on purpose! Murderer! I will avenge him,” exclaimed Alice, reflecting Tonk’s position.

“What are they talking about?” asked Charlie, glancing up at the two girls.

“No idea, but let's see if you are as hot in the water as you are on a broom,” said Andre, tightening his grip on Tonks’ legs.

“Oh! It’s on Egwu!” said Charlie, holding on to Alice’s legs.

The two teams stared at each other, slowly turning as if waiting for the right moment to attack. Tulip observed with excitement, biting her lower lip, while Barnaby hid his face behind his hands, peeking between his fingers.

“Tickle attack!” exclaimed Tonks as her hands quickly reached Alice’s waist and started tickling her.

Alice started to wiggle and kick her legs as she laughed, making Charlie lose his balance. They fell backward into the water with a big splash.

“Cheater!” exclaimed Alice as she emerged.

“Not my fault you’re ticklish, and I know it,” said Tonks as she shook her hands in victory above her head.

“Turns out, you’re not good at everything,” said Andre as he watched Charlie comb back his wet hair.

“I ask for a rematch,” said Charlie as he helped Alice get back on her feet.

“As the song says, ‘We are the champions, no time for losers,’” said Tulip as she followed Barnaby, Tonks, and Andre out of the water.

“I’m pretty sure some seawater went up my nose,” said Alice as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“Same. Let’s get dried up before we have to head back to the hotel,” said Charlie, holding her hand as they slowly walked to join the others.

Tonks was walking around Penny, flexing and saying how she was invincible for defeating the Curse-Breaker. Tulip accompanied Tonks’ exaggerated tale with well placed oohs and aahs, while Andre frowned every time Tonks referred to him as “her noble steed.”

Alice sat between Charlie’s legs as he wrapped them in a beach towel while listening to Tonks’ story.

“Who knew she could come up with such an elaborate story for something that lasted like five seconds. She makes it sound like she slew a dragon,” said Alice.

“Well, you can be just as fearsome as a dragon,” replied Charlie before kissing the back of her head.

“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, smirking as she leaned back so that her head would rest on his chest.

Andre, who had stopped listening to Tonks’ tall tale, saw someone coming over that made his eyes go wide. “Does Diego have a girl on each arm, or am I having a heatstroke?”

“He does seem to have two girls with him,” said Barnaby, who was back at making a sandcastle.

“And they are holding onto his arms,” observed Tulip.

“Welp, there’s no denying Diego’s got game,” said Penny.

“He still creeps me out,” grumbled Tonks.

“Should we tell him we’re about to head back to the hotel to change before dinner?” asked Charlie.

“Nah, let him enjoy his moment,” said Alice as they all looked at Diego walking past them, proud as a peacock.

A/N #2: Fic #1 of the Brazilian series is done! Hope you liked it! Where is the gang going to go next? Find out in fic #2 (that I still need to write...)! Feel free to leave comments.

#hphm fanfic #hogwarts mystery fanfic #brazilian fics #brazil series #alice beaumont #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x mc #Charlie x Alice #charlie weasley x alice beaumont #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery mc #andre egwu #barnaby lee #diego caplan #penny haywood #nymphadora tonks #tulip karasu #rio de janeiro #copacabana beach

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afriendlyphobia · 5 years

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Hold Me Tight | p.p

pairing: peter parker x reader

genre: fluff (teeny weeny bit of angst if you squint)

warnings: none

Request: hey, can you make a fluff with peter based on the song shut up kiss me by angel olsen? thank you in advance! —nonny

word count: 2.6k

A/n: thank you for this request and bringing such an amazing song to my attention!! thx a million nonny! and uhhhh hopefully this makes sense???

also i have seen ffh twice now anD IT IS LITERALLY LIKE MY FAVORITE MOVIE??? I have so many ideas for fics now lmao. anyway go see far from home

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“Ughh!” you groaned as you flopped against the surface of MJ’s mattress. Her eyes didn’t leave the book she held above her face even as her body flopped from your weight on the bed.

“You should just tell him the truth.” She shrugged, glancing at you for a second.

“I have.” You groaned again, covering your face with your hands, dragging them down your skin.

MJ has been your friend for several years so she was always there for you with all your troubles. At this point she probably knew you better than you knew her.

She seemed cold and monotonous on the outside, even though she was a genuine and really understanding person on the inside. Sure, she could be a little awkward and say things that seemed harsh, but after getting to know her, you realized she was a friend you’d never want to loose.

“You’ve been hinting the truth.” She sighed, putting her book down and turning to face you. “Guys need you to be up-front with him.”

“Then what am i supposed to say?” You said hopping back up from the bed, returning to pace across the small room like you had been minutes prior.

“Well tell him how you feel for starters.” She sat up while staring at you blankly like she had said the most obvious thing in the world. Which, of course, it was.

“Oh, right...yeah.” You rolled your eyes as you continued to pace. “Hey Peter! So I just wanted to let you know that i know we’ve been friends since we were, like, babies and you probably see me as nothing more than a friend, but i like—no love—wait is love too soon?” You paused your rambling to look at your friend.

“I’d stick with like.”

“Right. Good idea.” You pushed back your hair from your face and took a deep breath. “And i like you a lot. You’re just perfect, attractive, kind, smart—“

“Okay okay, i get it.” MJ laughed and smiled at you, a sight few people got to witness (and live).

“I think its great.” You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “minus all the gushy mess at the end.” You sighed and slumped slightly, stopping your pacing.

“It’s just—hard.” You sat down on her bed again and sighed. “I’ve dropped ever hint i can think of. I’ve practically thrown myself at him. Maybe he just doesn’t like me that way.” You said, voice full of despair.

“Listen i’ve known Peter for a while, and i know that he does not see you as just a friend.” You narrowed your eyes at her in disbelief. “Okay, i’m sixty-seven percent sure.”

“That’s not a very good statistic.” You mumbled, resting your head in your palm.

“It’s better than zero percent.”

“Thanks.” You laughed slightly, attempting to make light of your situation. “I know i should just let it go...but i just can’t shake him.”

You looked back at your friend who was making a disgusted face and rolled her eyes playfully.

“Don’t you have plans with him tonight?” Her face returned to normal, and she smiled.

“Yeah, his Aunt invited my family over for dinner tonight.” You glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand and suddenly stood up. “Which is in an hour. I gotta go.”

She shook her head in amusement and smiled slightly. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

You nodded confidently and ran out of her room and gave her parents a polite goodbye before jogging towards your house which was luckily only two blocks from hers.

The next hour was a whirlwind of emotions for you as you prepared for the night, the looming thought of your plans making you nervous, then excited, then scared.

You had tried on nearly ten different outfits, deciding that most were way to dressy for a simple spaghetti dinner. Eventually you decided on a loose-fitted, slightly over sized sweater and leggings. Comfy and cute.

You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, fixing your hair and checking your makeup.

“Okay...” You sighed. “I’m gonna do it.”

As if on cue, your parents were calling for you, and the ride to Peter’s house began. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away, just downtown, so you were there before you knew it.

You entered the Parker’s small yet inviting apartment to the smell of garlic, fresh vegetables, and assorted spices. May greeted you instantly with a hug and a wide smile.

She met your eyes with a strangely knowing look. “Peter’s up in his room, y/n.”

You nodded, thanking her politely before walking up the narrow stairs. You then stood before Peter’s door, sucking in a deep breath, you knocked lightly.

“Open.” You could hear his soft voice from inside. The sound of it only made your heart beat faster.

You pushed open the door, putting a light smile on your face as you entered.

“Hey Pete!” You called as you walked in before stopping in your tracks.

Your eyes widened as your face heated up rapidly, no doubt becoming as red as a tomato immediately.

Before you stood Peter, shirt in hand, hair messy, and only in a pair of boxers. “Uh—uh—“ You stammered to apologize but no coherent words came out.

“Oh my god i thought you were May—“ He rambled as he threw on the shirt in his hand and quickly found a pair of shorts.

You however had already turned around and was trying to hide your embarrassment. “S-sorry, i probably should have said something—I..”

“It’s fine! I totally forgot you were coming over...” You turned around slowly, making sure the coast was clear before facing him fully.

Pink dusted his cheeks as well. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down, avoiding eye contact.

You subtly examined his face, eyebrows bumping together as you noticed the cuts on his cheek and rather massive bruise on his temple.

“You look nice.” He said abruptly, as if knowing what you were about to say. He finally made eye contact, giving you a better view of the rest of his face which wasn’t in any better condition.

But his comment threw you off for a second. Suddenly the butterflies began to pool in the pit of your stomach. Eventually you ignored the giddy feeling a took a step towards him.

“You don’t.”

“Ouch.” He smiled at you, hiding his wince when he crossed his arms across his chest.

“No—I mean, you look nice just—ugh.” You pressed a hand against you temple. “Did you get into another fight?”

“No...no!” He shook his head, taking a step forward toward you only for his leg to give out, sending him crashing into you. You barely managed to catch him, his face inches from yours. “...yes.” He groaned weakly.

You pushed him backwards gently, making him sit on his bed. “Peter...you can’t keep getting into fights with those jocks.”

“Yeah...the jocks...” He seemed to be in a daze as he repeated your words.

You huffed and turned to leave his room. “I’ll be back.”

“Wait!” He called, attempting to stand up and go after you, but had to resort to simply sitting still due to his sore body. “Please don’t tell May..”

“I...won’t.” You said reluctantly before leaving to room and walking down the hallway to find the first aid kit.

It’s not like this was the first time you had to patch him up. There had been several times you had come over to hang out to find him with a black eye, bruised lip, blood dripping from his temple, or several pretty bad cuts. Yet, strangely enough, his wounds seemed to heal extraordinarily fast. He said that it was just genetics, but part of you didn’t believe that at all.

You sighed, grabbing the case from the cabinet in the bathroom and went back to Peter’s room.

He hadn’t moved since you left him, but he looked up from his phone with a smile when you entered.

You sat down in front of him on his desk’s chair and sighed in exasperation. “You need to stop getting into fights.” You rummaged around the plastic case before finding some antibacterial cream and wipes.

“I know—“

“You say that every single time, Peter!” You cut him off, refusing to make eye contact. “But all it does is get worse.” You paused for a moment. “I care about you....a lot. I hate seeing you like this.”

He was silent as if he was processing what you had just said, looking away from you as you dabbed a cloth across his forehead, wiping away the blood and dirt.

“We need to talk.” He whispered, a suddenly nervous smile worked his way upon his lips. “I have to tell you something.”

“I do too.” You confessed, finally making eye contact with him.

“You first?” He asked, wincing slightly as you pressed a bandaid over his sore skin. You finally finished patching him up and leaned back in the chair.

Your hands fidgeted in you lap as you tried to think of what to say.

“Pete...listen I..” You sucked in a deep breath, MJ’s advice from before giving you a tiny bit of courage. “This is so weird.” You mumbled under your breath, wishing you had never said anything in the first place.

“Y/n?? Are you ok?”

“No i’m not!” You snapped at him without realizing it. He seemed shocked before you looked away. “I’m sorry it’s just...you drive me crazy.”

You paused, taking several deep breaths. “I like you, Peter. So much. I throw hints left and right and you never seem to get it. It drives me insane.” You blurted out.

You expected him to either laugh at you or be even more shocked; part of you still hoped that MJ was right and he would confess back to you. What he said what not what you expected at all.

“I know you like me.”

Your jaw dropped open for a second before a small bit of anger began to pool in your stomach. “And you didn’t have the decency to just reject me?”

Your head whipped around to face him, eyes narrowed and eyebrows pushed together. “You gave me false hope, Peter!”

The look in his eyes softened. “I was just trying to protect you.” You reached out for you hand, but you jerked away from him.

“Protect? Protect me? From what?” You ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

“From me.” He bit the bottom of his lip before continuing. “Y/n...I really like you too... But i’ll put you in danger.”

“How the hell—?!”

“That’s what i was going to get to. I’m—“ He was cut off by you pressing a finger against his lips.

“Shut up...shut up and listen you me.” You murmured. “I don’t want your excuses. I don’t care what or who you’re ‘protecting’ me from.”

You leaned forward. “I love you. Peter Parker. You and whatever comes with you!”

He swallowed hard, glancing from your lips back to your eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

You could see the desperation in his eyes. Like he had been craving this, but part of him was still holding back. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted him. Your imagination had run wild so many times, and you didn’t want anything more than what was about to happen.

“Kiss me.” You breathed, gaze dropping to his lips as well. The look in his eyes suddenly changed as they flashed with something you hadn’t seen on him before.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you with no hesitation. His lips were slightly chapped, a strange contrast against your own soft lips.

His hands reached out to grip you hips, pulling you out of your seat and towards him. Hands flying to rest on his shoulders, you closed your eyes shut tightly, savoring the moment since you didn’t know if this would even happen again.

Your back arched slightly, pushing yourself against him. Peter froze for a second before pressing back against you equally.

You gasped suddenly when he grabbed your waist tightly and flipped you over so he was hovering above you on his bed.

He broke the kiss to look back at you, messy curls obstructing part of his view of you. Both of your chests heaved as the tension in the room began to build.

“Y/n...” He looked down at you, memorizing the sight of the girl he loved under him. “I love you too...but i’m scared. I’d hate for you to get hurt because of me.”

“Everyone gets scared, Peter.” You whispered, raising a hand to cup his cheek. “It’s what makes us human.” He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch gently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but i’ll always be here as your friend...or...” You looked away for a moment. “More?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he smiled. “You really deserve better.” He chuckled in a almost sad manner.

“I just want you.”

His smile faded for a second. “Would you still want me even though i’ve lied to you so much?”

You pulled back your hand from his cheek to smack him (lightly) on the cheek. “I have known you for my entire life. I know you—“

“But you don’t know al of me.”

“Then show me!” You sat up, scooting back away from him. “Stop this pity party and tell me already, dammit!”

“Fine!” He sighed heavily. “I’m...” He paused. “I’m Spider-Man.”

You eyebrows furrowed at his words in confusion. “So MJ was right?” You didn’t realize you had said that out loud until a few seconds after you had said it.

“What? MJ—she knows? Ah shit—“

“No she doesn’t actually know, it was just a hypothesis.”

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, but no words escaped him.

“Thanks for telling me, Pete.”

He looked back at you, eyes wide. “You’re angry at me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at him. “You’re a dork.” You crossed your legs and leaned forward, your noses barley brushing together. “But you’re the Peter i know and love...being Spider-Man...is fucking cool dude.” You smiled and laughed as you punched his shoulder lightly.

He winced at the gesture and you realized that he was still pretty beat up. “Oh my god i’m so so so sorry—“

“It’s fine.” Peter placed a finger against your lips, mimicking the way you had cut him off earlier. “I’m a superhero.” He shrugged smugly.

“Whatever...” You rolled your eyes at him. “Today was a roller coaster.” You mumbled out of nowhere.

“But its all i’ve ever wanted...” He admitted sheepishly, running his bandaid covered fingers through his messy hair.

“And all i want...” You smirked, a single phrase changing the mood in the atmosphere. The tension began to grow again as you moved closer to him, eyes hooded. “Is for you to shut up, kiss me, and never ever let me go.”

He closed his eyes, making a move towards you before suddenly backing away and staring at the door.

As if on cue, Aunt May opened the door with a wide smile on her face. “Dinner’s ready guys.” She was about to close the door again when she paused and looked at Peter’s face. “Really, Pete? Again?”

He simply shrugged, but she had already left with a huff and an eye roll.

You turned back at him, a mixture of amusement, surprise, and curiosity on your face. “What was that?”

He hopped up from his spot on the bed, seemingly forgetting about his injuries at the mention of food. He tapped his temple before holding out his hand to you.

“Peter Tingle.” He pulled you forwards, a little too eagerly as you went flying into his chest again. He leaned down, pressing a light kiss to you lips. “Now lets go get some food.”

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@xfpornbattle @muldermakesmehorny @cultureisdarkbeer @season4mulder @peacenik0 @today-in-fic (I’m cheating a bit this is Chapter 1.)

#61 Somehow Mulder has to pretend to go down on Scully. He teases her until neither of them can take it anymore.

AO3 version HERE. Or read below.

Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play

The universe is conspiring against him. Mulder is convinced. Scully thinks the same thing - although neither of them voice the thought aloud.

In 6 years working together they’d only been undercover as a couple once. Once is all it took - it seemed now every time they needed a pair of agents to pose undercover Mulder and Scully were called in to assist.

Which is how they found themselves here on assignment with 2 other pairs of agents trying to catch a suspect in a string of home invasions. All the victims were wealthy and all had confessed to visiting this particular establishment.

An establishment that catered to specific vises. The outer business, the Inner Sanctum, was a high class cocktail bar. The right amount of power and money would get you through the secret door and into the real business.

Fantasies. Sex…. Shadow Play.

All the victims had come from this rented room. In the middle of was a circular stage the props interchanged as needed for each fantasy. It was simple this time a bed, a chaise lounge, dresser, an antique looking vanity, with an oval mirror and stool, nightstand - a typical bedroom.

Some type of glass door system and a curtain on a track would allow for the Shadows of those within to be seen by the voyeur or voyeurs watching without. Chairs, lounges, sofas, tables were spread throughout the rest of the room. All with padded wrist restraints. This room was for instructing the Shadowplayer and then watching, listening to the performance without being able to touch.

Mulder could relate he’d held the object of his affection in his arms many times. Kissed her forehead, her cheek - he tried to kiss her once in his hallway - fate in the form of a Bee. What are the odds of that? Some would call it fate. Even he thought that for a while.

He rescued the girl and himself if he was honest, without her… could he have went on? Attempts to push her away after that were unsuccessful. She’d taken his hand that day and told him ‘if I quit now they win.’

Really not fair to repeat his own words back at him. But that was Scully. Diana had strolled back in and if he was honest - it hurt that Scully even thought he wanted to rekindle anything with her. Especially after kissing her doppelganger and telling her the words he had been so good at keeping locked away in his heart.

I love you and oh brother as a response was not what he expected. Whey were all these thoughts rolling in his head now before this important stakeout? Maybe it’s because they were all just informed they would have to act out whatever the customer wants - no matter what.

Or maybe it’s because Scully and the other 2 female FBI agents just walked out in their ‘costumes.’ Scully locked eyes with him almost daring him to look anywhere else. It was too late he’d been tracking her movements the moment she stepped into the room.

While he and the other male agents were all dressed similarly in t-shirts and jeans the female agents were dressed for their part - the bored housewife who calls for a repair man. Dressed for seduction and Scully was in black lace.

How was he going to survive this assignment? Mulder could feel the moisture rise to the surface of his skin. He barely resisted the urge to wipe his brow. Was the room suddenly too hot? Was his blood boiling? No it was Scully fantasy #5 and it was live in front of his eyes. To be honest black lace wasn’t a requirement Scully in any color lace would be a turn on.

Correction … Is a turn on - there’s an undeniable thickening beneath his denim. Shit.

Mulder glanced at the other agents he noticed he wasn’t the only one fidgeting. Scully finally arrived at his side and he resisted the urge to offer her his coat when he saw her shiver. That fact he wasn’t wearing a coat was beside the point.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

She stared straight ahead and responded, “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with. Hopefully one of the other pairs of agents will be chosen.”

No such luck. The universe was dead set on wrecking havoc on Mulder and Scully’s lives.

The client’s came in a couple, they sat down and an attendant locked their restraints. It was like a private production.

“Welcome to Shadow Play. You know the rules choose your couple and once they enter the Shadow Stage they will follow your instructions. They are your puppets and you are the puppet masters.” The attendant paced before the couples and with a flourish of his hand he spoke.

“Choose the lady of play.”

The man was tall with closely cropped blonde hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His voice was a deep bass with a slight English or Australian accent when he spoke, “The little one - the redhead. Darling do you like her?”

His feminine counterpart nodded, “Oh yes she’ll be perfect.” With her husky alto it sounded more like purr-fect.

The attendant nodded to Scully, “Please enter the chamber and the other ladies may exit.”

Mulder saw the deep breath Scully took and his hand automatically went to her back as she walked around him and they started into the chamber. He was brought to a halt with the attendants next words.

“Now who do you chose for lord of the play?”

Wait. What?

Scully paused and then continued on her way - her shoulders had slumped for a moment and then firmed with resignation. This wasn’t the prearranged plan and his eyes narrowed. There was no way anyone, but him was going in there with Scully. Plan or not.

The three men stood still. Mulder felt like chatel - did the other agents feel the same he wondered.

“Darling? Don’t you want the one in the middle? His hair is the same color as mine?”

“He is quite striking, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you. I won’t be able to see their hair color behind the curtain anyway…. I don’t know how can I decide when they are clothed. I need to see their cocks.”

The attendant cleared his throat, “That is not part of the rules, everything happens in shadow.”

“Fuck the rules MAN, my wife wants to see their cocks and I’ve paid for our time. In fact bring Red back out give them some inspiration… I know I’m inspired.” His erection was clearing outlined by the navy trousers he wore and his wife licked her lips feeling her own body responding.

The attendant was clearly ruffled, Mulder noted the fact and filed it away. Scully stepped back out every eye was one her. Creamy skin dusted with the faintest of freckles she stood unafraid and comfortable in her own skin.

“Drop the straps luv, give the gents something to wonder about. I see firm high breasts a perfect handful - are those nips pink like a kitten's tongue, peachy like a succulent apricot? Or dark rose like the juicy flesh of a woman’s cunt?”

Scully reached up and slid first one strap and then the other, until they draped like a piece of black licorice he wanted to gnaw through. And he didn’t even like black licorice, red - cherry flavor yes. That didn’t help his growing problem thinking about Scully in red.

“Okay c’mon gents don’t be shy we all know why we’re here. Whip out your equipment my wife wants to see your packages. We’ve all got ‘em. If my hands were free I’d whip mine out right now. Wouldn't I darling? You'd suck me off right here on your knees. Yes my pet sucks like a Dyson.”

"Do you like bush, men? My pet has a nice little bush just enough that it tickles my lips when I'm eating my fill of pussy."

Both agents Barber and Kinney unzipped their flys and exposed themselves. Scully didn’t react. She was aloof, waiting for the partner the clients would choose. Could she do it - if it wasn’t Mulder? If it was Agent Barber or Kinney?

“Ooo those are some lovely cocks. Are those boxers or tighty whities I see … it's sort of like they’re popping out of a little fabric nest, like a bird. Not very lively though… Are you two cold?” The woman laughed and her husband chuckled along and then her gaze fixated on Mulder. “How about you? Are you cold too? You can’t be shy or you wouldn’t be here. Honey if he won’t show me his cock tell him to leave. I’ll just choose one of the others.”

“You heard my wife. If you don’t show us your cock get the fuck out. Do you have a teeny weenie, perhaps?” He picked up on the quick eye contact between Mulder and Scully and a wide smile formed. “Or do you just need a little help? Hey Red, why don’t you help him out.”

Scully took a step toward Mulder. “No!” then quieter, “No, I’ll do it.”

Mulder closed his eyes. How could he forget today of all days? He’d bought these button fly jeans on a whim and his hands were working the buttons through the tightly stitched holes until …

“Holy Mother of God! Get out! The rest of you get out! He’s the one…. Honey? Tell them to leave!”

“You cretins heard my wife. Get out.” The room cleared of all but the main players. “Good God Man! I consider myself well-endowed, but Holy Shite! How do you keep that monster under control? And commando to boot.”

“I think my wifes glazed over eyes means you two meet with her complete approval. Let’s get this show on the road. Into the chamber you two. My first request is for you to suck those titties… I’ll tell you when to stop… use the chaise please.”

Mulder followed Scully into the chamber the door snicked shut, the curtains closed with a swish and the lights dimmed. Scully reclined on the chaise and Mulder gingerly sat beside her. Could they pull this off?

“C’mon man speed it up suck her tits and describe them… we want to hear about those ripe tips… make her moan … make her wet for you.”

Mulder dropped his head, nose and lips nuzzled her neck. Traveled down. Skimmed across the slope of each breast. God, Scully you smell so good. There was a hitch in her breath. Did he say that out loud?

“Hey, Supercock! This isn’t love’s unfolding flower or some teenage romance. I don’t hear any sucking or slurping and we damn well aren’t hearing any moaning Reds or yours. Get on with it.”

Mulder wished the guy would just shut the hell up. He was trying to make this look real, but not be real. But she was so soft and smelled so delicious… He was only human dammit.

And then Scully let out a throaty moan. Uh-oh. His mouth released the nipple he had been sucking, the lace and silk damp. Her nipples were clearly delineated, hard, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been sucking but his mouth and lips felt the loss.

“More…Mu…” Before she could say his name his hands cupped her breasts and his lips went back to feasting.

End Inner Sanctum: Shadow Play Chapter 1

#xf fanfic #xffanfic #msr smut #msrfanfic #msr fanfic #msrsmut #the xf fanfic #the xfiles fanfic

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irisvseyelash · 4 years

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[Part 1] Aww good luck for your revisions and exam, Iris! Wish you have successful exams and getting all good&satisfying grades. Amiin.. 🙏💕💖 About sideblog, I'll encourage you to make that! You could post some of your drawings along with hcs or snippets of your fic/draft, as a way to vent or practicing your skills. You have my support! 😤👍✨ Yeah same, I also feel too insecure to make a fic when I had no writing skill. Making random hc is my specialty, not writing fic *hands up in surrender*.

[Part 2] Btw, have you seen Garou's promo art for chinese edition of Road to Hero game? It has Garou in Highschool uniform! 😳💖 Last week I wrote Batarou HS AU and today there's this Highschooler Garou promo art, what a coincidence! Now I imagine Badd has Garou as his senior in my HS AU with an appearance like this: twitter(.)com(/)dailygarou(/)status(/)1297020663530696704 👀✨ No wonder Badd will fallen in love with him, he'd be swooning (internally, ofc), aww.. 😍😩💗💘

[Part 3] Consider: Badd secretly had a huge crush for his senior prior the tutoring event begin, he's attracted by Garou's style and handsomeness (also his reputation as both troublemaker and school prodigy, whoaa, Badd's truly respected him!) but quickly pissed off by his bastard personality once Garou opened his mouth, lmaoo! But soon enough, once they both warmed on eachother, Badd could see Garou's soft side and kindness. Plus his family already welcomed Garou, even adored him.. 😚

[Part 4] Speaking of Batarou HS AU, it's still WIP for I still working on the main event. Already writing the bonus part of it, instead, lol what is this randomness I can't anymore with myself 😜😅😂 Anyways, I'm preparing something for the fandom on the next month, and it's including you, too! It's nothing big and idk if it's good, but I hope it will keep you all entertained 😚💕 Just wish me luck to not become a procrastinator and piling my planned WIPs in discontinued works again 😞😔😅

Ameen.. Thanks again Dyan 😭💓💓💓💓 Oh yeah! Happy Belated Awal Muharram to you! I totally forgot about that astaghfirullah😂😂

👀👀👀 should I? I think I'll link it up in the reblog of this post, that blog. Tbh, lately it's been feeling like I have lesser and lesser time for writing fics or shots and more and more AUs and HCs keep popping up, like one of my recent HCs of Tareo being Orochi's son :/

But heck *waves white handkerchief* I don't do AUs and HCs as well as you either.

Oh my god About Garou's promo pic forgive me lord for I have sinned 💦💦💦 He has no right to even wear his uniform like that. pFT IMAGINE IIDA TENYA NYOOMING TOWARDS HIM FROM THE SCHOOL GATE—

*cough* anyway, Yes I've seen the promo pic and holy heck I would be lying if I said I didn't squeak when Ruby first showed it to the discord server 😂😂😂 It was... Interesting, I guess. Okayyyyy Iris stop exposing yourself 😂

Okay but tell me that Garou wouldn't make any straight guy to not fall for him, platonically or romantically. I mean heck the school probably loves him but he's just such a dick that the faculty and the student body just dislikes him.

Awwwwwww my goodness imagine Badd bumping into him on the first day of school and just— *rereads part 3* HOLd on this is kinda similar to the plot of a Breddy fanfic I read on Wattpad 'You had me at Watch It' or something. Okay anyway but Garou just opening his mouth as a bad first impression would be canon fight me 😂😂😂 if it wasn't for his intimidating, rbf expression, it would be the way he talks or the way he acts

And BABY SOFTGAROU YES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA where else can you get a cunning and bright troublemaker like him to only add on to your already effed up family who all probably have the same taste in others but only have the goddamn troublemaker be a babey and a cloud aafnfnfhdn

Oh yeah, your HS AU! Can I has a teeny weeny snippet before you totally post it??? Pleaaaase *insert doggo eyes* and oH RANDOMNESS MY FAVOURITE 😂😂😂 (ignore the begging, I was listening to Vivaldi's 4 seasons and was being dramatic)

Gassssp you're including me??!?!? I hope it doesn't have a deadline, cause my studies and exams schedules will never be tolerable at any rate in time ( TДT)

Let's all just pray that procrastination doesn't catch up to us and whack us in the head ≥﹏≤

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My Virgin (Revisited), Chapter 3 - The Messages Series

This chapter on AO3

By @thestarkerisobvious and @starker-stories

All links are to AO3. As everyone knows by now, starker-stories blew up his starkerstories blog, losing everything that was below a readmore on tumblr-full-text posts. So the safest place for fic is AO3. You don’t need to be a creator to have an AO3 account. You can have one solely as a reader. But to read anything at all in this series, you can just be an anonymous reader and/or commenter.

The entire Messages Series. All links are to AO3.

Messages Unsent (complete & posted)

Nothing More Than A Machine (complete & posted)

Tomorrow (complete & posted)

My Virgin (Revisited) (complete & posted)

The Cold (completely written) posts every Thursday

Untitled Book 6 ( in progress )

Untitled Book 7 ( in progress )

Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Virginity Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Kissing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, A teeny weeny bit of plot for the next book hinted at, Happy Ending, Happy Sex

Chapter 3: ButfortherecordIamnotavirgin

Tony circled one arm around Peter’s waist, holding him steady as he slid the zipper of his jeans down. He cupped Peter’s ass and lifted him slightly. “Hold with your arms, Pete. Like when I carried you here.” Peter held his neck firmly, Tony cupped the boy’s ass and his hands worked up to the waistband of his jeans and his underwear. He slid his hands between fabric and skin. As his hands moved lower, to cup Peter’s ass again, they took his clothes with them, revealing more as Tony’s hands moved all the way down to the top of his thighs.

“Lift higher, baby,” Tony whispered against Peter’s neck. When he raised himself, Tony pushed Peter’s jeans down in the front. He settled his hand low on Peter’s stomach. Pulling his lips away from the warmth of Peter’s neck, he looked at the boy and smiled. “Gotta help me from here. You’re the graceful one with the long beautiful legs.”

Oh god, this was incredible. And having an unexpected effect — slow and gentle meant Peter’s senses were dialing up (when the sex was hard and fast always dialed them down, out of self-preservation.) It hadn’t happened very often since their earliest days together, but Christ it was happening now.

And that might not be a good thing. Pushing Tony away a bit helped. At least a little. Feigning the need for distance to get himself undressed, he wriggled his body free enough to shed belt, jeans and boxers all in one motion. Not quickly, though, he needed time to breathe, trying to ground himself a little. Turning his back a bit to Tony he tried to regain a little composure.

“So, for the record? Not a virgin. I’ve done it to other guys before. Just not… and I am not saying that I was holding out for you!” Peter argued. “Because that would have been too optimistic, too far-fetched. I never really thought that we would… so I wasn’t really holding out for… except…”

He turned his head to look at Tony in surprise.

“Except I think I was.”

He had to let go of his pants suddenly because he had to hide behind his hands again. He was grimacing and blushing and grinning at the absurdity of it all at the same time.

“I think I was,” he whispered as quietly as he could. Maybe, if he whispered, his pride wouldn’t hear it. He reached for Tony and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I think I was saving it for you.

“ButfortherecordIamnotavirgin,” he said quickly as he lay on his back. One last, final salute to his injured pride.

Tony looked at Peter, watching him catch his breath, listening to his protests of his non-virginity.

“You‘re not a virgin.” Tony struggled to keep his lips from quirking up. "You’ve just never ‘done that one thing’. And it’s all my ego thinking that you’re a virgin, despite the fact that you very much are. Toys don’t count. Giving head doesn’t count either. Nor does fucking another boy. Because this…” Tony let one hand slide down Peter’s side until he was caressing the inside of his thigh, moving up to the crease of his ass. Going no further. “…isn’t something you’re in control of. No, I don’t mean that I’m in control, either. Your body is in control. And the rest of you? Not having that control? Baby, this is an entirely different thing than any of those other things you’ve done to proclaim your non-virginity.

“You had no idea who you were holding out for to do ‘that one thing’. You never thought. But you did think. You knew. You always knew exactly who you were holding out for. You knew exactly who you wanted to be the ‘first’. And only. Because you’ve known me long enough to know that I would never share you. But you held out even knowing that. My virgin. Because that’s what I’ve been calling you in my head.”

Peter’s eyes went wide.

“…oh…” he said, breathless.

“That’s… that’s different. You could call me your… yes.” He closed his eyes again. He would never say it out loud, of course. Coming from his own mouth it sounded wrong. But coming out of Tony’s mouth? It sounded incredible.

He grinned from ear to ear. Even with his eyes closed, he wanted to duck his head.

“All right then,” he said wrapping his hands around Tony’s neck. He tried to take a steadying breath, failed, and tried again. The third time it worked and, when he felt calmer, he leaned up to whisper in his lover’s ear. “If I am your… your virgin… what are you going to do with me?”

Tony’s hum of assent to Peter’s calling himself his virgin had more than a little self-satisfied smugness about it. Oh but then he was presented with a much more pleasant question. What was he going to do with Peter?

“Touch you.” Tony ran his hand lightly down Peter’s arm. Firmly back up it. His fingers traced the line of his collarbone. He ran his hand flatly, sliding between them, over Peter’s chest, his thumb catching over Peter’s nipple, circling it. He caressed down to Peter’s thigh, finding his way to the inside of it again. He spread the boy’s legs further apart, settling between them.

“Kiss you.” He put a light kiss on Peter’s lips. “Because I don’t think I will ever get enough of kissing you.” He kept his next kiss brief, but passionate.

“And watch…” The hand on Peter’s thigh moved up, his touch became more solid. He raised his leg to bend at the knee. Tony paused, letting his fingers explore the line between thigh and swell of the boy’s ass. But this time he didn’t stop there. He slid his hands beneath Peter’s ass, curling his fingers to ease his cheeks apart and brush against the tender skin there. “…Watch you… unfold in my hands.” He bent and held himself above Peter’s body.

Another kiss. Words whispered against soft lips. “I want to find everything that makes you moan. I want to find everything that makes you want. Everything that makes you need.”

“But what I need most is you, Tony,” Peter moaned, kissing back hard. For a moment his mind strayed back to those long, lonely weeks when he missed the man, halfway around the world. Missed him, feeling achy and forgotten. But he didn’t want to think about that now.

“What I wanted most,” he said breathlessly, in-between kisses, “Is for you to look at me like a man, someone old enough to be your lover. To take me to bed. To let me stay there.” It wasn’t easy, making this particular point understood, but Peter found that when he ran out of words he could just kiss Tony again. (Tony liked it when he took over the kissing.) “And the truth is…” Another kiss. “That when I set out to convince you to take me to your bedroom? I did not care what you wanted to do to me next. Whatever kind of sex you wanted, whatever you decided that was, that’s what I wanted too. I just wanted to be with you.”

“You have me, Peter. Every part of me has your name etched into it. I promise you… promise you… that I won’t let anything come between us now that we’re finally together.” He kissed Peter again and moved his hand, settling it on the boy’s thigh, feeling that dichotomous touch of soft skin and firm muscle beneath it.

“That’s why I waited, Pete. I wanted you so much. You were a beautiful boy. But a boy. I didn’t want someone with a teenage crush in my bed. Someone who looked at me… without being able to see me. I didn’t want a boy in my bed, I wanted a young man.” Tony smiled softly. “Part of the deciding factor? When you stopped calling me Mr. Stark and always called me Tony. I can’t be your hero to worship. Only to fight alongside of. That you saved yourself for… that you wanted it to be me?” he shook his head slightly in disbelief.

“I do have my favorite things to do when we’re together, but I like exploring things with you. I like… being there for the journey. Yeah, I would’ve been… if this hadn’t been part of it? Ah, I sound like such a greedy fuck… but god, Peter… I wanted to take you apart. I wanted to watch you fall to pieces.

“Now that you’re in my bed? Baby, I’m not ever letting you out of it. You’re mine.” His kiss was less tender, much more possessive. “My virgin,” he said when he broke their kiss. “Even if it’s been years, you’ll still be my virgin. No matter what we’re doing in bed… baby… I love you.” Tony closed his eyes and bit his lip before kissing Peter again. “I cherish you,” he whispered his words against Peter’s lips before kissing them there.

“Oh god Tony, I love you so much,” Peter whispered. He didn’t say anything, then, for a long time. He let Tony finish kissing him.

He enjoyed it.

“This is better than that first time, though,” Peter pointed out, when Tony was finished. “Because now I’m not worried about saying “I love you” accidentally.

“And, for the record, even if I hadn’t been madly in love with you? I still wanted it to be you. For about a million different reasons. Being your partner in the lab, and being your partner in the skies of New York? Well, I knew being your partner in bed would be amazing too.

“But I was madly in love with you, that’s why I mostly just spent all my time saying ‘Oh God Tony’ over and over and over.

“But here I am in your bed,” Peter said, pulling his arms away from Tony’s neck, sneaking them under Tony’s arms and moving his hands to Tony’s waist. “I am in love with you, and I’m not afraid to say it, and I want you like crazy, and I’m not afraid to say that either.

“So here we are, and I…” He took Tony by the waist with two firm hands. “I have something to… oh god this sounds stupid but… I have something to give you, too. And only to you.” He pulled Tony closer, pressing their bodies together to make his meaning clear.

“I want you to be the first one.

“I want you to be the only one.”

Tony kissed Peter hard, devouring his words, taking them into himself, letting them chase away any of his lingering fears. Everything was released on a sigh of the boy’s name.

“Peter… you… overwhelm me. When we kissed for the first time? Pete… things that took over a decade with anyone else… One kiss, baby… you wrecked me. You could only say ‘oh god Tony’ and I couldn’t shut up. Not just my usual endless talking… everything spilled out. Baby, things… I didn’t even know…

“Peter… You’re my first one. My only one.”

Peter moaned and sighed and wrapped Tony tightly in his arms. Then he remembered that his lover could be held too tightly and loosened his hold. A bit. But for a few silent moments he held, keeping his lover close.

When Peter finally let him go, he kissed him again, more tenderly. “You wanted me to stay touching you. And when I moved away, I missed you.” Tony reached underneath the usual extra pillow where he kept the lube, then he gently rolled them both on their sides, face to face. “I can touch you better,” he said smiling. He put the bottle within close reach. Then he ran his hand up Peter’s back. “I think you still like it better we’re touching more. You feel beautiful. You make my fingers hungry for your skin.” His hand moved down to cup Peter’s ass before he moved down to his thigh. Tony raised Peter’s leg over his, crooking it over his hip.

“Baby, I told you I want the everything of you. I meant everything. In bed and out. I want you in every part of my life. Though some parts are more…” He smiled and kissed Peter’s cheek. Kissed his jaw. Kissed his neck. “…currently relevant,” he said, dragging his open mouth along Peter’s neck. “God, I’d almost forgotten how your skin tastes.” As he kissed and nibbled at the boy’s neck, his hand worked its way up the inside of Peter’s thigh, fingers moving across where the position spread him wider, running from the base of his spine to his balls, only lightly brushing across his opening.

He took his time. He didn’t care if he missed whatever meeting he had in the morning. He didn’t care if Peter missed every one of his classes the next day. Tony wasn’t going to hurry. Touching… he missed that.

#starker #Messages Series #Messages MVR #Von writes stuff #thewitchway writes stuff

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theawkwardarchaeopteryx · 4 years

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Secret Clanta

[This was a special request by @eatsrawredonion / step step step step for our Secret Clanta event on Discord on the Certified Clowns Server. Inexperienced in writing fics, I still hope you like it and I wish you and everyone reading this merry Christmas and relaxing, joyful holidays!]

Summary: On your way home from work, you notice someone following you and things escalate a bit. But how can you stay mad at this person for too long?

[WARNING: Stalking, mention of assault]

(If I forgot a warning, please let me know!)

Deep at night absolutely everything seems like a threat, even if there should be streetlights which actually work, not counting in flickering ones, but ones that, indeed, work like they should and serve the exact same purpose they have been built for. (or what a scared shitless young person or a person of any other age with a healthy amount of survival will points). Unexpectedly you have had to work an hour longer and oh boy, do 60 minutes make a difference when it comes to daylight disappearing just as much as the overwork time in your paycheck. Whatever, you think, you coworkers had needed help - and despite being tired you wanted to help them as much as possible. Too many people visit the supermarket at such an unholy hour and even in the (or especially, as many customers dare to come in five minutes before we close). Unfortunately, none of you colleagues have been able to take me with them, since both of them - at least the ones who had to work today - do not own a car and you take different subways. I had to sigh, both of them worried something might happen but unable to help you out.

Gotham’s streets are - terrifying. You could have used any other word right now to take away from the fear but honestly, this is the most tame one to describe the horror you had to go through by walking around at this time, no one around, or, which would also be - uhm, terrifying - someone around, leaving your mind juggling about whether it was worse to not have anyone, a person, nearby, or people, people who might hurt you or kill you. God, you wished it would end up being your secret admirer. Grinning at this wishful thinking you continue, freezing off your ass which you would love to save from the cold as well as death. You have almost been assaulted already and although you would love to change your workplace to a closer alternative, it is not possible as no one is looking for a cashier at the moment. Of course, of course, it has been - hah, you almost said it again! - an unsettling experience, to say the least that is. Nothing has scared you so much ever. You just always know that something could happen - however, you never know when this ‘something’ will strike, or for a better understanding, that someone. That someone, this night, were three someones, not running, just in their car, pulling up and that has been strange enough already, pulling up and getting slower as they approached you, asking for directions, directions in the middle of the night, directions in a one way street, directions when they stopped the car after telling them where to go because you were tired and just wanted them to leave you alone and then - you shudder, not only from this mere memory as you try not to pain yourself with it but also due to the cold air, making itself visible through little clouds, which you occasionally use to fake smoking a cigarette, a habit which you have taken over from your childhood to your young adulthood or, as you would like to describe yourself, older-child-not-really-grown-up-yet, 21 year old responsible kid-at-heart. You mean - no career so far, just saving up for college, an apartment not too far from home so you always could move back in should the rents rise up yet again, just as much as your blood pressure whenever you see yet another warning from your landlord to oh-so-please forgive him for raising is again or when you have to pass these goddamn streets once more.

All of a sudden, a sound reminiscent of shattering glass which now shatters even the last bit of carefreeness you thought you’ve had makes its way into your whole body, paralyzed, eyes widened, heightened senses - well, the last part is a lie as you are not sure whether your senses are actually heightened or just more focused. Whatever it might be, it’s giving you some reassurance in your survival skills. Where has this noise just come from? You know you should run, your inner voice tells you so - but your body is apparently deaf to its own calls, probably also because you don’t even know which direction you could escape into. Maybe it was just a bottle which fell from a garbage can, a full garbage can? This could calm you down if it weren’t for the treacherous doubt crawling through your every cell like vermins, you recall the night you were attacked - what did they do? Almost unbearably loud, your fastening breath alongside your even faster heartbeat, panting, sweat, sweat, sweat, you think you can actually feel every single drop of sweat leaving your poor pores, your pore pores, your - and steps, now you can make them out, thrown into reality again, where you should be, where you don’t want to be but where you are, right now, anyway, because if wishes could come true, you would have never ever left your workplace and you would not even have teleported yourself into your apartment but you would be working as a teacher already, young, freshly introduced to your first teenagers to teach and support or to seek support from by the school counselor, depending on who you have the luck or unluck to get paired with. Speeding across your surroundings your eyes, without any further thought, shoot into an alleyway. Only now you realize why they have taken your attention there for a sweet, sweet night out, oh, staying alive is so sweet - the footsteps, their home must be there, lying in the shadows almost next to you, hiding in anonymity like a webcam hacker. The steps have not stopped yet. However; they have stopped being urgent. Whoever is there, they are watching me right now, you think to yourself, moving a hand into your pocket, right now in this very moment. Gulping, it is impossible for you to move with shaking legs, pressed together in absolute horror.

Seconds pass in which you cannot make out any sound - whirling nightly breezes through the passages aka streets, whereas the buildings would just damp its whistling. Are they thinking about something, or -

Then they begin again, now with more confidence as it seems, confidence because - because of what? Your hand manages to grab ahold of a small pocketknife, not much but honest to work with, right? Even something personal, something with love you would protect yourself with, a gift given to you by your brother after he has been able to get himself a new one. Why are you occupying yourself with this right now? Normalcy, it dawns on you, normalcy - that’s what your brain is attempting to provide you with right now. The steps are nearing, and coincidentally the person who they belong to probably as well. Sudden clearance in your head gives you a positive reassurance - that whoever it might be, they are alone. At least regarding this one direction and by that words a compilation of familiar songs barely scratch your inner workings though you successfully ban them into a secluded area inside of you where none of it would bother you.

Then you see the first shoe, then the next, then one leg and then two and it is getting more and more exciting, then the upper body follows, a kinda sunken statue, but with big eyes, glowing eyes, glowing eyes more glow-ey than these goddamn streetlights because even though the man standing there right in front of you (okay, alright, not right in front but, like, five meters away), his hands running over his shoulders as you can make out his nervosity, he raises one of them as a kind of greeting, a “hi” almost as small as he obviously wants to appear in front of you and, as you know and damn him, as not to scare you, even if he is only a few little tiny itsy bitsy teenie weenie centimeters taller than you.

One of the greatest sighs mankind has ever experienced enters your mouth as you conclude you must have stopped breathing for a short amount of time, making this reveal even more breathtaking that you originally have thought at its beginning. And, oh boy, this is very much only the beginning. Your teeth grind against one another as you finally feel capable enough to let it out:”What are you doing here, Arthur?”

Your neighbor, and god forbid, he would be only a neighbor for the coming future for scaring you like this because he definitely deserves some kind of punishment for scaring you this much, after revealing your fear, what you have witnessed that time ago when you have been attacked and left in fear, because sometimes you would talk, because when you had just moved in and tried to be nice to everyone, but stopped being explicitly nice and regressed to simply being decent to a big part of Gotham, except for him because he has always been genuinely lovely and sweet, only sweet to you, awkward and nervous, yet you could understand, in some way, and you thought you could be friends, in some way. And he had taken care of your wounds, yes, good care, when after his 60-hour-week, after bringing his mother to bed, he has provided you with first-aid, then you had called the police, but he has been there. And, compelled to somehow make it up to him, his tired self having felt the need to aid you, you agreed to accompany him to his workplace’s Christmas party, where he has stick to you the entire time, and you have stick to him as well, because, well, you did not know anyone and you also did not really - like anyone, the way they made fun of Arthur, this sweet man, who had to be stuck with you, but nonetheless talked, talked, and nervously asked you if he could tell you some jokes, and he was so sweet and nice, like a good real friend, and he was just - there.

Just as much as he is here now, this sweet man, who you know and would love to call a friend, who you love as a friend, who you would - would not mind getting to know better with time, for no reason, or for a better understanding: You could actually think of a good reason. However; it would be worth more if he told you himself instead of keeping you guessing.

Arthur now caresses his neck, sliding around, curls his hair a bit, looking down; only to swift up immediately, as if he just has realized that you expect an answer from him. He begins to smile, although the bewilderment in his eyes is already a given, always a part of him - unthinkable for him to be without and, sounding more romantic than it is, as inseparable than the moon and stars or this city and high crime rate. Almost sucking his words back in, Arthur eventually gathers the strength to form a reply, now his gaze upon you, although you swear you can see it moving around your face in the shadows as he has still not been able to raise his own:”I was accompanying you.”

That’s it? Goosebumps bump up on your body, one of your friend’s legs begins to tap on the ground, tap, tap, tap, and if anyone would now look out of their window, they would either think it is another drug deal going on or a friendly, friendly conversation between two strangers, friends, neighbors or whatever or that’s what they would love to tell themselves, while scared and/or ignorantly ignoring how this could also be some kind of assault, yeah, best not to get involved.

Tap, tap, tap, tap. You feel like snapping, you really do. You have always known him as - weird, but charming, kinda cute in his lack of understanding of social life, his apparent unawareness and disknowledge or, as that is not a real world, inexperience in knowledge. You cannot even think of anything logical as it escapes you, not screaming but very much obviously tense:”You were what?”

Silence for a minute; Arthur’s lip becomes shaky, and you can make up tears crawling up his eyes as much as more and more shudders from your side. Accompanying you? What was he thinking? You have no idea how to respond, so instead you wait and hope - and hope for a little bit more input, a little push to send his explanation into logic oblivion - but to no avail. “I wanted to make sure you are alright, Y/N,”, he begins, now the vibrations taking over his voice as if they were contagious, from legs to lips to voice to brain, brain, brain - oh, yeah, his brain. it does not make much sense right now, this is - a weird thing to do, he cannot think clearly right now, you are sure of that, he is scared and nervous and has no fucking idea of what to do and what to say. Question now is: If he has done it tonight, how many times before has he done it? Without you realizing? Absurd yet disturbed you let your pocketknife fall. Okay, let’s get this straight - he was trying to protect you? “I’ve heard - people do that if they like someone,”, his voice cracks at the sequel of his explanation. Now that’s - that’s just… ridiculous, heartbeat going crazy, sweat set free as if it were a feral beast released into the wild, caged inside your bone marrow bars, behind bars, caging your heart in, but now out, in, now out, in, now out, your rage begins to take over - you’ve been scared shitless, you have feared you life. But instead it has just been - just been unknowing Arthur. You cannot relax, no way.”Why would you do that? Has no one ever told you?”, raising your voice, but not enough for your anger to shine through, bringing some light to him to have a better sight at your true emotions.”Have your parents never taught you anything?” Instant regret begins to flood you and especially your eyes, on the verge of crying. He has not scared the shit out of you, no, not only that - he has managed to take it as his own to now talk it. And now you just regret these thoughts as well - as he does not deserve it, not completely. You’ve just been so scared, so incredibly scared and the memories were almost breaking through, you could feel them tickling your throat, making you want to throw up - but as soon as your thoughts have the chance to let them seep through the cracks of distress anyway, you begin to focus on what is in front of you, who is in front of you. Narrowed eyebrows, eyes reflecting every bit of light as of how much they are filled with tears now, only a matter of time until they fall down his face, him getting uncomfortably close (well, yeah, closer, not close - closer, armlength that is), his not-too-tall-shape hovering over you in the extend which is possible.”Why are you saying this?”

You move a bit backwards, but Arthur doesn’t seem to want to let go - and it almost feels like as if he were trying to make the pressure on you not only emotional in nature but also physical.

“Arthur, I’m so, so, sorry. I was just.,”, you bring out, actually never having witnessed so much guilt taking over you, your posture narrowing down closer to the ground, crouching a tiny, tiny bit - not standing but crouching. Arthur’s attempts are less than soothing; her shakes now, leaning forward with his upper body, closer to your face than before, and for the blink of an eye you‘ve had thought of reassuringly telling him that you are sorry, that what he was doing was creepy but that you - appreciate his concern and that he could have asked you, just - asked you. Although you would have said no in every single way possible to the human species, as you would not want his working hours to expand to 24/7, but now his frame is dangerously close, you still try to walk backwards, raising you hands in defense should he try something. Sweet, sweet Arthur. Oh god. You would never have expected any of this - to happen, for him to be like this. You have known about his issues but not to how deep they go - nothing too personal, as he has never invited you to his home, and you have found his innocent unawareness, his sweet consideration, his adorable humor more than just friendly-charming, but charming in another, never-expected way, not before, not ever in your young life. And now you doubt everything that you think you have felt - that you two were heading to friendship town, and maybe, your inner self blushing madly while hiding its face, more, like best friends or this other kind of friends, this lovely kind, this lovey kind, one of a kind -

“I was just trying -,”, you hear his throat being soar, just as you notice bruises on his neck, exposed from his sweater, his special sweater as it is a Christmas sweater, an “embarrassing” one, warm and fuzzy and angelic -

“To make sure you are safe! I want you to be safe!” His veins pop out by how much overtaken he is by anger, on his bruised neck, hurt neck, where he has been hurt somewhere, hurt, hurt by someone, how dare they, he doesn’t deserve this, this is just his outlet now, he does not deserve this treatment, even if he is scaring the hell out of you right now, he does not -

Safe. Safe. I do not feel safe right now, Arthur, not with you, not safe, you can only produce these thoughts as he coughs for a few seconds, unable to walk away, not - wanting to go away because a baby, a fetus, an embryo part of you still wants to believe he is this nice guy from the same damn building, the one you have learned to appreciate. Oh, wow, finally they leave you the fuck alone and go on their merry way, your tears, running down your cheeks, your heated cheeks in this heated - argument? - which has made you totally forget about the freezing cold air without any source of warming light. And he cannot even get any closer, just half a meter away, cramping hands,”That’s what people do when they care, don’t they? That’s people do!” Care? He cares, he cares - does that mean you could try to get through him? He obviously has had a rough day, or, as far as you are concerned now, a very bad week and month and, even worse as the fears makes your nerves tingle on your ribcage like a xylophone, life, at least a big part of it. With you eyes widened in shock you can’t help but pay attention to the details - which would be that now, as he is having this breakdown, bites his lip, a fire suddenly igniting in his face, he’s drawing blood, oh god, Arthur, you are sorry, so, so, so sorry, you -

Taken aback by the sudden hit as well as the unexpected cold freezing shiver going through your heated cheek you gasp, your hand covering your mouth. Eyes drifting towards the ground, widened in shock, Arthur does the same, just that he, as very much apparent, now tries to stifle his wallowing up laughter, painfully obviously crying while doing so, managing to bring out a desperate “I’m-,”, gulping violently, you still unable to process what just had happened but even more so, what you are exactly feeling about it,”, so, so sorry. I -,”, another gulp, a final one as it seems, he trembles for a few seconds, breathing heavily. You are not even sure who has felt more pain - him or you. Another feeling makes its way into your mind and from there on, begins to infest your every fiber of being, unaccustomed to it, yet - strangely exciting, strangely something you would never have seen coming ever in your life, nothing you would have talked to anyone about - not even your fictional friends in your fictional world where you feel like you can tell them absolutely everything, and even beyond. “Arthur, you,”, you try to break through the uncomfortable tension, attempting to bring on a new kind of tension,”, don’t have to - to apologize. I want you -,”, collecting yourself, absolutely bewildered by what you are now about to say,”, to do it again.”

This has been the wrong answer apparently, because he is sent into a mini laughing fit, no, fight (some letters were missing that fit just so much better considering his condition), coughing in a torturing way, not able to look into your eyes as raises his head to your almost-identical height. Oh god, what did you just say? Oh god, oh my fucking god. Not yet, you think, I don’t even know him, we need to get to know each other better first, not yet. Wait - why are you thinking “not yet” so many damn times? Oh no. Oh no. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. So - so no. Adorable, friendly Arthur. Adorable, sweet, cute, terrifying, like the streets of Gotham at night, and if people at least once would try to get to know him as him and neither sorely his condition nor his occupation, as helpless and as much as a victim as you were when you were attacked, as helpful and lovely as only few of can compare to in your experience, they would realize that he deserves so many beautiful things, that , and you are sure you want to help with those things, help him with many things, just - help him. You collect your thoughts, everything has been chaotic these past few minutes. And all of this anger inside of him - is hopefully out now. “I am so sorry for what I have said, Arthur, I’m just -,”, your sleeve being pulled over your face to dry it from the tears,”I was scared, you came out of nowhere. Please don’t do that again, that’s just - spooky.” You begin to smile reassuringly, yet obviously still emotionally drained. but Arthur turns his head to the sides, scratches it (oh, that’s him being nervous!), feet tapping on the ground, he cannot even look at you, mumbling a heartbreaking “sorry, I will not bother you again” and makes his way into - well, the exact same direction you would have entered into anyway, so you quickly call his name (not too loud, obviously, as no one would want to be woken up, not even considering these unholy hours, but in general - just who on earth would like to be woken up late at night be a Disney movie ending, with both friends and foes falling into each other’s arms, forgiving each other, as comrades), and he turns around with his hair flowing majestically, floofly, your frozen ice cream legs easily catch up to everyone waiting, which now sounds as if there were more than one person, but it is just one, just that his - impact is one of a kind, an impact so strong it could have been more than one person, that’s - that’s just strong his impression is, one person whose name is Arthur Fleck, the one who you’d love to be a friend of, and maybe more, maybe - maybe, considering your more-than-revealing feelings today, but for that you’d like to get to know him even better, not just occasionally.

“I - I’m sorry for what I said, Arthur, I was not feeling good and I should not have let it out on you,”, your apology is sincere, shaky voice, still a little bit distraught but now a happy smile creeps onto your mouth, creeping on you like Arthur, but lovely, welcoming, not stalking, not - stalking your face. Your friend (?)/neighbor (?) looks utterly surprised, everything open in shock, eyes and face, his ears most likely too, as he seems to have understood.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tapping leg. Tap, tap, talk, talk. He holds his mouth closed for yet another time, most likely out of fear it will happen the exact same way it just burst out of him. But oh, no, this side of him - terrified you (hah, terrify!).

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,”, he then says and you swear, you have never in your life seen to much pain, pain from everything around you, in someone’s eyes alone,”,I will leave you alone now, I am sorry, I’m sorry”. It is dangerous to your mood talking to him, you think. He’s bringing you so much pain.

“Don’t be sorry. It was - weird and… and creepy, but,”, you now walk up to him, smiling at him with the full intent to make him feel better and to show him that everything is alright now,”,you have apologized and won’t do it again, right?”

Arthur looks to the ground for a few seconds, his gaze wanders to you, who is patiently waiting by his side; he nods, slowly. “I mean - since we are already here, how about we walk home together?”

Arthur smiles, no - completely shines at you, with his whole being, his inside joy being so intense at this thought that you would bet your shitty apartment on this that the world around both of you actually just got a little brighter as he heard you say that. You point towards him, grinning, as both of you had just stood there motionless, no one had started to finally, finally head to both your homes. Arthur, weird but - adorable, annoyingly, interestingly adorable Arthur leads you on to a journey both of you would never forget. One last thing, you think, one last thing about this incident tonight, tonight, after this, I do not want to talk about this again, maybe some other time.

“Thank you for walking me home. Can you ask me next time? I’d feel much - safer with you around. Being alone here sucks.” Arthur smiles, apparently covering a part of his face to hide something - his stifled laughter? His excited eyebrows being raised? His blush? It doesn’t matter, both of you appear so much more relaxed now that none of you are alone anymore. He then looks at you, grazing his neck ever-so-slightly yet again. “Well, I had planned that from the start. Just good that I don’t have to - don’t have to walk in these dark streets anymore. You can’t believe how many times I have stumbled.” He laughs, and although that was a crude attempt at a joke, you cannot help but grin bashful, the heat in your face rising, warming you up, being with him warming you up, hoping he would also warm you up with his self, his jokes, in the future.Then you remember something, something extremely important, of the highest caliber of importance which you will, from now on, never overlook, and pay attention to. “Arthur, by the way, let me help you with this injury on your neck once we arrive,”, just having remembered it, you hope to be able to help him, to give back to him what he has given you already - support, aid in times of need. “I’m pretty sure you have no more band-aids at your apartment, at least your supply was empty after, you know -,”, abruptly stopping, you wink in understanding. He looks seriously worried for a second, seriously, but apparently you worrying about him as well fills him with something else, as he has to look away, again covering his face for a split second. You wouldn’t even be able to see his blush in the dim light (that is if your assumption is true, hah!), but you would like to someday, maybe, possibly, if he allows it, if you allow it (your nervous self, god, are you nervous right now!), if you both get to learn more about each other and get along good enough. Well, today seems to have been a promising sign. And you can’t deny it but your hopes? They are up.

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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iida 😍😍😍 that’s it that’s the request

LMAO WELL HAVE I GOT THE 3 PART 7K FIC FOR YOU-

Stay tuned y’all, I’m posting all parts + true ending all at once HAHA

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (pt.1)

⚠️Warnings - um...idk but, a teeny weeny bit of ooc Iida bc haha

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part two can be found here!

The true ending can be found here! (Pt.3)

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Tapping your fingers on a surface repeatedly is a past time that Iida found rather irritable. Along with chewing or clicking on pens, bobbling your knee, fumbling with your hands, things like that.

Though, Iida couldn’t help himself from tugging and tapping on the light red watch strapped firmly to his wrist, checking it habitually.

Uraraka eyed Iida as he tiredly rubbed at the bridge of his nose, staring down the black clock hands as they moved too slowly for his liking. “8 more hours till I can see (L/n)-kun again...” he mumbled ever so quietly, pulling his grey sleeve back down.

He drummed his fingers on the side of his desk once more. Uraraka pursed her lips.

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“Ne, Iida-kun, you look sort of...restless, these days. Did something happen?”

Iida looked up from his lunch. He hadn’t realized he was picking at his rice until Midoryia set a hand on his shoulder. He untensed and grasped his chopsticks correctly. “I assure you everything’s..alrig-“

“Who is ‘(L/n)-kun’, Iida?”

Uraraka butt in, both hands clenched and resting on the table. Iida stood silent for a tad too long.

“W-well I heard you mumble something about ‘8 more hours till I can see ‘(L/n)-kun’ again’ in class today a-and I was just wondering-“

“It’s no one you know.” Iidas voice was uncharacteristically dismissive and unstable. Two words that never would be used to describe Iida Tenya.

Iida abruptly rose from his seat. “I apologize. I need to do something.”

He briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. Midoryia watched as he discreetly fumbled with the straps of a light red watch barely hidden by his blazer sleeve. He turned back to the table, to Uraraka and Todoroki.

“What do you think happened to Iida-kun? He barely seems like himself...”

“It’s been like that for about a month now, has it not?” Todoroki tapped on his chin with the butt of his chopsticks. Uraraka sighed.

“think it has something to do with this ‘(L/n)’ person?”

Todoroki shrugged. Midoryia sighed, bringing a forkful of rice into his mouth before stopping. “Actually, I think I remember Iida asking me about someone like, a month ago.”

“Was it ‘(L/n)-kun’?” Todoroki and Uraraka questioned, almost in unison. Midoryia let his fork drop back into his bowl. “I...I’m not sure. I think he was asking me about a name like...Ryota? No...Tadashi? No no, that wasn’t it...”

Midoryia rubbed at his chin, before a name popped into his mouth. “Oh! I remember! He asked me...”

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“...Midoryia-kun, have you seen (L/n)-kun this morning? I haven’t seen him and he has my Quirk-Law textbook.”

Midoryia looked at Iida like he grew a second head. “...gomen, who?

It was Iida’s turn to look confused. He stopped eating his breakfast and faced Midoryia fully. “...(L/n)-kun. (L/n) (Y/n)?”

“Theres no one here named that, Iida-kun...” Midoryia awkwardly gulped down his water, filling his mouth to prevent him from accidentally saying something harsh. He wasn’t sure if he was in the wrong, or Iida was just plain on delusional.

Iida pursed his lips and turned to Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Todoroki. Perhaps Midoryia was just feeling a bit amnesic. Plus, (Y/n) was real close with Uraraka, even if it was slightly to close for his liking. So, she was bound to be able to answer Iidas inklings, right?

“Uraraka-kun, surely you’ve seen (L/n)-kun this morning, am I wrong? A-and what about you, Tsuy-I mean Tsu-chan. Todoroki-kun.”

All three of them gave him the same look of disarray Midoryia had gave him. Tsuyu shook her head while Todoroki grunted out a “no.” Uraraka pitifully set a hand on Iidas shoulder.

“Iida, are you feeling alright? There’s no one here named ‘(L/n)’...”

“Sure there is!” Iida was starting to get a little frazzled. Is this some kind of sick joke? If it was, he’d be willing to laugh it off right now. Surely any second, (L/n) would come running down, claiming he overslept and scarf down his breakfast. Where was he? He was waiting.

One by one, everyone surrounding Iida started to oogle at him, watching as their level headed class rep unraveled at the seams. “W-why must you all look at me like I’m crazy! Have you all forgotten about your own classmate?!”

Iida cursed himself for raising his voice. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while Yaoyorozu silently counted all the people eating breakfast.

“...19...20. Yeah, no, everyone’s here. All 20. We have not forgotten anyone, Iida-san.”

Iida grit his teeth, a wave of worry piercing down his spine. “20? You can’t have counted 20 in this class if you have not counted (L/n)-kun!”

Everyone copied the look of confusion Iidas friends made. He broke into a cold sweat, grasping at the corners of the table. “(L/n)! (H/c) hair? (E/c) eyes? Accidentally stepped on Bakugou-kuns toe and had to be sent to the nurses office last week?”

People murmured and shook their heads amongst themselves. Some with genuine confusion and others with plain worry. Iida’s lost it, is what their probably thinking.

Iida stammered. “H-how can-“

“Iida-chan, don’t you think we would’ve known if we forgot someone? And don’t you think it’s weird we all collectively forgot this person you’re talking about? Sorry to say, Iida-chan, but this (L/n) person most likely isn’t real. Or we just don’t know him, kero.”

Iida opened his mouth to say something. Tsuyu looked at him with her blank stare, before subtly gesturing to everyone else with her head. He looked around the table.

Everyone either nodded tentatively or downcast their eyes as to mask their pitiful agreement. Everyone seemed to silently agree with her. Iida was stunned into submission.

He scrambled out of his seat. His voice cracked in disbelief. This was a joke. It had to be. “I-I’m going to go wake him up. He’s...he’s probably still sleeping. That’s all. You all are just being delusional.”

He walked as calmly as he could away from the common room, but once he turned the corner, he started sprinting. He hiked up the fabric of his pants over his calves as he ran, running up the stairs next to the elevator. The elevator would’ve took too long.

Running up to the fourth floor, he skidded to a halt in-front of (Y/n’s) dorm. Iida’s hand went up to grasp the doorknob, before hesitating and letting it rest flaccidly on the handle.

“(L/n)-kun?” Nothing was heard or called from inside the room. He really is a heavy sleeper. Iida swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Why was he so nervous?

Outside (Y/n’s) room, he knocked gently on the frame of the door. His voice wavered. “(L/n)!”

There’s no response.

“(Y/n)-kun!”

Nothing.

He really didn’t want to enter his room like this. It was a breach of privacy. What if he was just changing? No, if he were changing he could’ve surely heard him knock and call out his name. He has to be asleep.

He really left him no choice. Iida gently opened the door.

“...(y/-“

White.

He was face to face with an white, blank, empty room. The supplementary provided curtains were drawn closed and there was dust gathering around the bare floorboards. There was no trace of the dimly lit room, with papers strewn across the wooden desk and a bed that was never folded or made. There was no trace of the oddly sweet smell that came from his room, that never really bothered anyone, but no one ever knew was caused it.

There was no trace of (L/n) (Y/n).

Iida felt his knees buckle from underneath him. His legs promptly folded together, his engines digging into the skin of thighs. His jaw went slack. He heard footsteps echoing closer, eventually dying out with the assumption that that someone was behind him. He felt uneasy. He felt like throwing up.

“Iida...?” Uraraka’s voice was soft, like treading on thin ice. He heard Yaoyorozu hum softly, worry lacing her vocal cords. He panned his head slowly towards them, not wanting to look at the blank room once filled with life anymore.

“He’s...gone.”

“‘He’ was never here, Iida-San” Yaoyorozu crouched down, tucking her elbows in. “Do you need to talk to a professional...?”

“No! I need to speak with (L/...” Iida’s voice trailed off. There was no point in fighting a losing battle. He knew Uraraka and Yaoyorozu wouldn’t believe him. No one seemed to.

“...most likely...”

———

Uraraka’s eyes widened. “I...I remember that!”

Midoryia shoveled some food into his mouth. “Yeah, he seemed really out of it since then. He didn’t even notice when Kaminari-kun cheated on last weeks quiz.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd he still hasn’t gotten over this person even after a month? Iida isn’t the type to dwell on things. Whoever this (L/n) person is, he’s obviously important to him in some way.” Todoroki slurped up more of his soba. Midoryia and Uraraka silently agreed.

“Well-Deku said it himself-this person isn’t real!” Uraraka knitted her eyebrows together, slumping back in her chair. “And even if we tried asking Iida, he’ll probably blow us off again...”

“Still...he got me curious...I wonder what ‘(L/n)-kun’ looks like...”

Midoryia’s ears perked up. He shuffled around in his pockets, fishing out his phone and booting up a search engine. Typing vigorously, Todoroki and Uraraka leaned over the table and across his shoulder to see what he was typing. His screen turned pink, displaying a website.

“M-My mom was talking about this place a few days ago...I-we could get some information out of Iida-if he lets us take him-and know what (L/n)-kun looks like-!”

The bell rang, cutting Midoryia off promptly. He saved the address down in his notes, sending the web address to his two friends and pocketing his phone once more. Todoroki set his tray on top of the trash can, dusting off his blazer.

“It’s decided. We’ll go after afternoon classes. I’ll go get a permission slip from Mr Aizawa to leave campus. I trust you two can convince Iida to come along?”

Midoryia and Uraraka nodded. It was a plan.

———

The four stood in front of a small corner shop, it’s sign looking like it was made of cheap plastic, with the words “Art through words” written in dark pink cursive.

It was very off putting, but it had been gaining popularity through social media and other networking apps. Apparently it’s very popular with people who lost a loved one or police looking for a sketch of a villain.

“I...still don’t see why you two requested my presence he-“

“We just wanna know something.” Was all Uraraka said. Midoryia and Todoroki had a firm grip on each of Iidas shoulder blades, shoving him in through the narrow door while Uraraka strut in happily.

The doorbell gave a small jingle. A pale, soft-eyed woman looked up from her desk, her reddish-pink lips quirking up into a soft smile. Her wavy blond hair flowed as she stood up from her chair, leaning over the receptionist desk and resting her elbows on the surface.

“I take it you must be ‘Izuku’. Thank you for calling earlier.”

Midoryia hummed. The lady smiled warmly, leaving her desk to lead them to a door. “Well, follow me, kids. Sorry, my receptionist is on break-I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of scam arti-“

“No no, we’ve seen you around on videotube...and your quirk is amazing...”

“I’m sorry, may I ask who and what we are doing here?”

Everyone turned to Iida. The woman smiled gently, taking a seat behind a sketchbook propped up by an easel. The 4 took a seat across from her, sinking down into a pink couch. “I apologize. Let me give you my formal greeting.”

“My name is Kaitekina Byouga. I can illustrate anything someone describes with complete accuracy, as long as you aren’t lying about your description.” Iida pursed his lips.

“My business usually caters towards people who lose loved ones, so it’s strange to see such...young teenagers in my studio,”

Iida stiffened. He finally caught on. ‘Lost loved one’. It was obvious. He supressed a pointed glare at his friends, choosing to adjust his glasses instead.

“Alright,” Kaitekina flipped open her sketchbook, setting it back down on the easel. “Who’s going to describe something to me?”

Everyone gestured at Iida.

——————

Hahaha suffer

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Ummmmm, the first thing I could think of as prompt is like. Tiny dick Steve, yes, nothing will ever be enough. Billy tops if you want. You can also add humiliation, feminization, Steve wearing panties/skirts, the whole thing. But if you don't want to, just tiny dick Steve is just fine :)))

listen, tiny dick steve is my darling boy and i Love him. i owe @billys-hard-grove my life for starting to talk about him because there is never a day where i don’t think about steve having a cute itsy bitsy teeny weenie.

thank you for sending this in

(i’ll also make it a modern au bc why the fuck not lmao)

((it’s also gonna be done in bullet points bc i don’t wanna stress myself out))

so they’ve been dating for a while already and steve’s not really embarrassed of his size any more

(unless that’s the kind of ‘game’ him and billy are playing, where billy humiliates him + calls his prick tiny and useless to make steve blush real deep and his eyes water as billy fucks him like it’s his job)

at this point, they’ve already started to dive into steve’s thing for feminization: billy talking about how wet he gets, billy calling his ass a ‘pussy’, billy calling his cock a ‘clit’, etc

and they’ve both realized that they really really get off on that whole thing

so one day they’re screwing around in steve’s parents’ room just to pass the time until billy has to head back to his house for the night, and billy is being his normal kinda weird, kinda nosy self and is snooping through his parents’ drawers. he keeps joking around like “what if i find your mom’s vibe or something? oh, or what if your dad keeps a stack of hundreds in here? do you think they’d notice if i stole them both?” and steve aggressively ignores him, lounging on his parents’ bed and scrolling through instagram.

he ends up half a year down on some cute guys profile trying hard not to accidentally double tap anything when he realizes that billy has gone pretty damn quiet, which is never a good thing

he glanced up to find billy smirking down at his hands, which were holding a pair of silky pink panties that must belong to his mother and initially he’s weirded out, of course:

“dude, put those back!”

“what’s the matter harrington, not a fan of a good ol’ fashion panty raid?”

“not when it’s my mom’s panties that you’re raiding!!”

then billy’s walking towards him with the thing and he’s still smirking, but now it’s directed at steve and, well, steve has always been kinda weak for that look in his eye.

“maybe you could… put them on-

“what the fuck, billy!! don’t be fucking weird, dude-”

“it’s not weird, stevie. they’re washed and all that shit so they’re basically like brand new!”

“that is absolutely not how it works!”

steve really tried to put up a fair fight but honestly, the more he thinks about it, the more he really wants to try them on

so he does, he shimmies out of his skinny jeans and makes billy turn away, much to his boyfriend’s dismay

“it’s not anything i haven’t seen before, babe-”

“i don’t give a fuck! turn around or it’s not happening, hargrove!!”

once they’re on, he takes a second to really look down at himself. he’s not actually that hard yet so he can’t see much of his dick at all yet. tiny curls from his bush are poking through the fabric and the elastic is digging into his hips in a way that should probably be uncomfortable for him, but instead it only adds to the intense heat he has building in his gut.

he reaches down tentatively to cup the front of the panties, just taking a moment to really take in the situation. If he moved the right way the head of his cock moved against the fabric like a perfect tease of almost-there friction. the feeling of silk and lace against the most sensitive part of him was nice, a lot better than he was expecting if he was being honest. he gently pressed the heel of his hand down over his prick and he couldn’t help but gasp. the fabric rubbing just right and he can feel himself start to thicken as he moved his hand in tiny circles.

he started getting so distracted in chasing his own pleasure, he was caught off guard by billy suddenly kissing him roughly and leading them back towards the bed. the next thing he knew, he’s laying back and billy was batting his hand away to replace it with his own.

billy quickly started running his mouth and reaching into the panties until he hears them start to stretch out and steve let out a loud gasp. he roughly strokes his thumb along the little bit of shaft that steve has, and leans over him to bite at his throat.

“fuck baby, i knew you’d like this. such a messy little slut.”

“you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

“you like when i rub you off like this, pretty boy?”

annnnd i’m gonna be a tease and stop writing here for now so that you could imagine your own ending! (in all honestly i’m just too exhausted to continue this and i lost my muse for it at this moment in time. idk i’ll probably do something actually in fic form for this later but here you go!!! enjoy it!!!!!!)

#i don't even know if this is readable??? i am sick and high and sad so i tried my hardest!#i hope someone out there likes it! maybe!#i have softer stuff to post later but i wanted to get this trainwreck out of the way #harringrove #steve x billy #tiny dick steve!#ashton writes #ashton answers things

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