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yeollie-plz · 1 year
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Mine
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Joel Miller x F! Reader
Genre: angst with a touch of fluff
Synopsis: You and Joel aren't a thing, so why is he getting jealous?
Warnings: jealousy, anger, kissing, cursing, Y/N insert, age gap if you wanted but no mention
Gif credits to owners!
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Jackson was such a nice place, with some really nice people. Somewhere you could almost forget about everything that was going on in the outside world and focus on being you. Being free.
The icing on the cake was that you were experiencing it with the people that meant the most to you. Ellie, a girl you had come to love as if she was your own. And Joel, a sort of brutish man who deep down just wanted to feel needed. They were your family.
As soon as you settled in Jackson, Maria had given you all some jobs so you could earn your share. You took the job willingly, it beat whatever it was you were doing in the QZ before.
Maria had assigned you to the kitchen after you told her you used to enjoy baking. It made you happy someone had listened to your interests. It also made you feel needed in this tight knit community.
On your first day you met the rest of the staff, including the chef, Luke, who you had seemed to hit it off with. He agreed to show you some secrets around town later on that evening and you were excited to learn all the ins and outs.
After a successful day at work, Luke had found you when you had just finished sweeping the floor.
"Hey, ready for that tour?" Luke said as he leaned against the door frame.
"Yep! Just let me put the broom away."
"Oh, I got it." He replied taking the broom from your hands.
It had been so long since you had seen someone that just wanted to help out another person. It was refreshing. You smiled to yourself and untied your apron, sliding it over your head. You hung it on your newly designated hook and went to find Luke.
You turned the corner running straight into him. You began to fall but he caught you by your waist. It was a bit of an awkward position, almost like he was dipping you while slow dancing.
He looked into your eyes and you swore you saw him look at your lips.
You were about to say something when someone cleared their throat from across the room. You glanced over to see Joel standing there with his arms crossed.
"Now, if you're done putting your hands on my woman, I'd like to take her home." Joel said, sounding disgruntled.
Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. His woman? Since when were you his?
Without realizing it you were returned to your own two feet. Luke retreated away from you with his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry man, didn't realize she was spoken for. Although that was purely friendly."
"Uh huh, I'm sure it was. Let's go sweetheart." Joel looked at your before stalking off. You didn't know what else to do but follow after him.
You tried to keep up with him but he was walking so fast.
"Joel! Wait up! I can't-" He stopped suddenly, turning to look at you. He looked angry, really angry.
"What the hell were you doing?" He said, venom dripping from his words.
"Luke he said he was going to show me around town, he was being nice!"
"Luke..." He said his name like it was a curse.
He scoffed before speaking again, "Nice my ass! He was trying to get in your pants."
"And so what if he was?" You really didn't understand what his problem was. Joel and you were never anything romantic. Although you wanted you two to be. You had started to give up on that fantasy because you never thought Joel would feel the same.
"He can't have what's mine." He stepped closer to you so that his face was inches from yours.
"Since when was I yours?" You were starting to lose your confidence in the argument. He was too close to you, you couldn't think.
"Since you decided to come along with Ellie and I. Since you made me fall in love with you just being so...so..." He lost his words and glanced at your lips.
"You love me?" You questioned.
"Yes, I love you. Goddamnit Y/N you're perfect. You're beautiful and strong and you are so good with Ellie. I just-"
"Fuck Joel, I love you too. What the hell took you so long to tell me?"
"Don't know, guess I was scared darlin'."
"Joel Miller scared? Now that's something I thought I'd never see."
He laughed. He placed his hands on your arms, rubbing the fabric over them.
"You make me so scared. I'm scared I'm gonna lose you or that I'm going to let you down. Hell! When I saw you with him I thought I was done for!" Another laugh.
"Do you wanna kiss me?" You questioned, reaching your hands behind his neck.
"More than anything."
He leaned down and met your lips. The kiss was slow. You could feel so much emotion behind it. One of his hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing you in closer.
"Fucking finally!" You two pulled away at the intrusion. Ellie was standing there with an exasperated look on her face.
"You two have been pining over each other for months! It's been driving us all insane!"
"Us?" You questioned.
"Tommy, Maria, and I. We all took bets on how long it would take you two to finally admit your feelings. Shit! I gotta go get my winnings!" And with that she ran off towards the houses.
"ELLIE WILLIAMS YOU DID NOT BET ON MY LOVE LIFE!" Joel yelled after her starting to move to go after her.
You grabbed his hand. He looked at you questioningly.
"Let her go. She's a kid, if you want to yell at anyone, I'd yell at Tommy. He's an adult, he knows better."
"You're right I'm going to go kill my brother." He pecked your lips and walked off in the direction Ellie just ran in.
You shook your head. God, did you love your family.
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hiraethwa · 3 months
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one summer day
01 clear skies. where you run into the last person you want to see, ushijima
<< 00 guidepost. | >> 02 fly high. | << the collection >>
pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: i’ve made small changes to the prologue that i felt did not line up with the tone of the following chapters… enjoy! - avery word count: 1k warnings: mentions of fear of parents, cursing terms: nii-chan -- older brother, baka -- stupid/foolish
june, first year
“shit” you curse as you run down the school hallways towards the volleyball gym. the violin case slung across your back thudding on your back with each stride, reminding you of your breathlessness.
you had stayed back after practice ended to make sure you had your parts right, and had completely lost track of time. you could only hope your brother is ready to go, otherwise… you shudder at the thought of the consequences of being late. 
pulling back the sleeve of your jacket, you look at the time again. goddamnit, my legs are so slow– shit– you see a shape in front of you out of the corner of your eye and swerve to the other side. shoes skid against the smooth wood floors as you lose your balance. 
to your surprise, your body stops before hitting the floor. your arm was flung out in front of you, bracing for impact against the floor, but it never came. then you felt it, a warm pressure on your other wrist. oh– the person you avoided running into had saved you from falling. 
regaining your balance (and your composure), you straighten and bow, “thank you!” your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment of a stranger seeing your almost fall. 
“you should be more careful” the voice that spoke sounded familiar, deep like the rumbling of the earth. huh? who– you take a peek at the owner of the voice. shorts in the shiratorizawa purple shade, with the standard school issued track jacket of the same shade running down the arms on a white clad torso. your brother’s practice outfit for the boys’ volleyball team. but at the same time, even though you are outside the volleyball gym, it could be any other boys’ sports outfit too, so it couldn’t be, right? 
you raise your head, praying to the gods that never answered you. nope. lady luck is so not on your side today. it is ushijima.
“sorry. i will be more careful next time.” you give him a sheepish smile about your clumsiness, raising a hand to scratch the back of your head. half hoping he would forget about you from the incident a few weeks ago, you slowly inch away from him. (you had not returned to the gym since that day from the embarrassment of your actions that your brother did not let you live down)
he frowns at you. “wait. you are hurt.” 
questions pop in your head. you are not hurt. in fact, he had just saved you from hurting yourself, so you had no idea what he is on about at all. 
you raise your eyebrow at him. earlier panic forgotten and all. he points at his own cheek. “wait here.” oh right. you had snapped a string during orchestra practice earlier. there was a burning sensation where it made contact with your face, but you thought it was just a light graze and forgot about it. 
setting your violin case down next to you, you plop yourself on the steps leading into the gym as you wonder about how serious the wound was to make a complete stranger worry. hm. 
“here.” ushijima returns with the first aid kit from the gym and seats himself next to you while he goes through the contents of the box. he pulls out a disinfectant wipe, some gauze and tape. “it might hurt.”
his hand is gentle against your cheek as you face away from him to give him a good look at the cut. you tense, clenching your teeth as the solution touches your flesh, and it burns. then you feel a cool gel being applied to your wound. the sound of a medical tape being pulled and torn off. he presses the gauze on your face lightly before securing it with the tape.
you touch your face, feeling his handiwork, and where the gauze is sitting on your face. “thanks ushijima-san.” while your older brother had taken care of you since you can remember, patching your wounds from your clumsiness and wiping your tears away when you feel lost, no one else out of your family had taken care of you like this before. or rather, you never had someone who was that close to you. even now, the closest friend you have is semi, and you have known him for a little under two months, with the unlikely friendship that grew between you. 
surprise colors ushijima’s face. “you know my name?” although it comes out more as a statement than a question. 
“my brother told me. he’s the setter on your team.” you fidget with the bandage, worried if he would think that you are weird for asking about him. 
“ah, miyamura-san.” he nods his face in recognition as he stows the items back into the box and clicks it shut. “well then, i will see you around.” 
you dust your skirt off as you stand up with him. “thanks again.” you open your mouth about to say something else before your brother jogs over to the two of you. 
“y/n! there you are. i completely lost of track of time–” he stops abruptly, glancing from the wound on your face to the first aid kit that ushijima is holding. eyes narrowing onto ushijima, “did you hurt my sister?” he places his hand on ushijima’s shoulder solemnly albeit menacingly. 
“nii-chan! it’s your fault! i had to wait so long for you. my violin string snapped during practice and he helped me bandage it,” you smack him in the head and start to drag him away. he makes a non-committal noise, relenting to your actions. 
all this while, both of you did not give ushijima a chance to explain himself. he steps to the side, quietly amused by the antics of you and his normally serious senpai. 
“apologize!”
“you’re siding with an outsider instead of your brother now?!” 
“you were clearly in the wrong!” 
“no!”
you turn and bow to ushijima, silently showing gratitude and apology for your dumb brother’s words before whispering to your brother, “baka, mom is going to kill us both” and just like that, your brother flinches. the shiratorizawa setter who is unshakable on court, flinches at the mention of your mother. 
well, that’s one thing you share in common.
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feelmyskinonyourskin · 6 months
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Complicated [One Bed Trope]
Pairing: Steve Rogers x AFAB Reader
Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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Only One Bed situation 1. Two characters have to share a room for the night, with only one bed being available. Unresolved sexual tension/ romance makes it awkward. "You and Steve are on a mission, and your safe house for the night is cramped with only one bed. Certinaly your long-standing crush on him won't make things awkward."
Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. AFAB Reader. Unprotected P in V, Oral (F receiving), cream pie.
WC: 2,300
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Goddamnit, why are there so many hills in Austria? you thought to yourself as you trekked up the quiet street. Oh right, the Alps. 
You and Steve moved silently under the cover of night, the small village empty of citizens all tucked away in their beds. 
This safehouse better be there, you thought as you turned up another cobblestone lane, steeper than the last.
You were huffing and puffing but Steve was moving just fine, stealthily finding shadows and cover as if it were a cake walk. Curse his super soldier enhanced body.
The mission you two were on had taken a little longer to complete than expected. Desperate for a place to regroup and rest for the night, Steve suggested an old Shield safehouse he knew of in a nearby village. Though he couldn’t guarantee the state it would be in, having long been abandoned since Shield fell.
Still, shelter was shelter. You finally reached a yellow brick building on the edge of town, an unassuming apartment block compared to the many quaint and picturesque structures you passed on the way in. 
Steve dug around a bush in the side, victoriously pulling out a key a few moments later and let the two of you inside.
Your bones ached from the long day of scouting a suspected Hydra base then hiking literal Alpine mountains to reach the village. You so desperately wanted to just collapse in whatever soft surface you could find. 
Silently, you followed your mission partner up four flights of stairs until you reached a door, matching all the others in the hall. His key worked, thank christ, and you stepped inside.
It was cozy to say the least. In surprisingly good shape considering how long ago it had been forgotten, the green wallpaper was only slightly faded and peeling and the windows were only covered in a little bit of dust.
The only problem was just how cramped the tiny apartment was. The bed took up most of the main space, a squeaky metal frame the key feature one noticed when you walked in the door. You were sure there was no food in the tiny kitchenette in the corner and the only other thing of note was the cramped bathroom, which fortunately still had working plumbing. 
“I’ll take the floor.” Steve commented, eyeing your accommodations up and down
“Where on the floor?!” you noted, not sure where his super soldier sized form would even fit
“I’ll make do.”
Ever the gentleman. 
You shook your head at your partner. 
Since you joined the Avengers, Steve had not only been a great partner to work on missions with but had also become a good friend. Many times in moments together, you swore there was something more between the two of you. But when you thought just maybe your relationship with him could become something else, he’d pull away and shut any notions of romance between you two down. So your crush remained one sided. Imagining what his lips might feel like kissing down your body on lonely nights, desperate to know his touch in the most intimate of ways; you kept it all to yourself. 
Despite your one sided yearning, you couldn’t just let him suffer the misery of sleeping on the worn hardwood, even if it was only for one night.
“Steve, we’re both adults. Let’s just share the bed. Promise I won’t make your 1940s sensibilities blush and I’ll stick to my side.” you teased
He chuckled and shook his head.
“Okay.”
Fortunately, the sheets he pulled out of the small bathroom looked relatively clean, and you both worked silently to prepare the room, too exhausted to do much else. 
Finally, you flopped down on the bed, boots kicked to the side and still in most of your tac gear. 
Despite just how fucking exhausted you were, the lumpy mattress provided no comfort or relief and you couldn’t help but toss and turn. Oh your back was going to hate you tomorrow. 
After what felt like at least an hour, Steve finally had enough of your restlessness and reached a strong hand out, grabbing your wrist. 
“Enough.”
“Steve, I’m sorry. I’ll just move to the floor.”
An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he leaned forward, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close before you could move out of the bed. 
Your body froze. Tensing up as Steve held you, his heartbeat steady in your ear. 
His grip on you was so tight you couldn’t writhe as you were before. 
“Get some sleep.”
And eventually, in the comfort of his embrace, you did. 
When you came to again, it was morning, evident by how bright the room seemed to be even with your eyelids still firmly shut.
You were warm. Damnit, so warm. There was no way the flimsy quilt was overheating you this much. No, it had to be the supersoldier pressed against your back, still peacefully sleeping as he held you close.
Oh my god, Steve was spooning you. 
You tested the waters, able to wiggle just a bit more in this position than when he grabbed you last night. 
In your squirming, you also noticed something else about the way Steve was holding you; his hard length was pressing against your backside.
You stopped your movements immediately, heat rising to your face. 
“Mmm” he stirred, still not fully conscious. 
You tried once again to free yourself from his grasp, to save both him and yourself the embarrassment. But it was too late.
“Shit. I’m sorry” he scooted away, flinging his body to the edge of the mattress and nearly toppling off it “So sorry.”
“No Steve, its fine–” 
“No, it’s not its –”
“Steve.” you rolled over, finally meeting his sparkling blue eyes with your gaze “It happens. It’s okay. You were asleep, so I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”
He let out an exasperated sigh, hiding his beet-red face in the pillow.
“Steve, please I don't want things to be awkward between us.”
“If you didn’t want that you wouldn’t flirt with me constantly.” he grumbled, muffled by the pillow surrounding his face still
“Pfft I didn’t think you noticed, you’re so old-fashioned and serious.”
“I’m old,” he responded, finally lifting his head to look at you again, “not stupid.”
“So then why haven’t you done anything about it?”
“In the job we’re in, getting involved,” he sighed “it just makes things complicated.”
“Okay, so let’s make it complicated.” you shrugged
He stared you down for a moment.
“Fuck it” 
Then his lips were on yours.
It was better than you’d imagined on those lonely nights when you couldn't stop thinking about him. His lips were soft and tender as they worked across yours, his hands gentle as they caressed up and down your sides, pulling you in close to him.
You would have been perfectly content to spend the morning just lazily making out, but Steve’s still prominent erection rubbed against your thigh, seeking friction from the fabric of both his and your pants. He swallowed the gasp that left you, rolling so that he was on top of you and could continue to grind into you.
“This okay?” he asked, pulling back just a little to check in on you
All you could do was nod, too desperate for him to do much else. He planted a kiss on your forehead.
“You say the word,” his lips moved down, working along your jawline “and we stop.”
“Steve, please,” you begged “I want you.”
He placed a few more wet, open mouthed kisses in a trail down your throat, pulling a whimper from you, before he sat back on his knees and began the task of undoing your pants.
He slid them down with ease while you worked off your top. Now totally bare beneath him, he took a moment to drink you in, deciding exactly where he wanted to start with you.
You looked up at him eagerly as he lifted one of your legs, delicately kissing your ankle bone and gingerly working his lips up your leg. His tumb stroked the delicate flesh of your thigh, rubbing over every spot he kissed as he moved towards where you wanted him most. He ducked his head down, running his tongue in a long stripe through your folds.
The moan that left your lips was downright sinful. You could no longer control the noises that escaped you as he began to work you over with his mouth. You tangled his blonde locks in between your fingers as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.
He hummed at the sensation, low steady vibrations adding to the growing pleasure you felt. 
It burst out of you, like a wrecking ball, and you came with a cry of his name as he didn’t relent in the pace of his licks, up and down your clit as he worked you through your orgasm.
He sat back on his knees once more, looking thoroughly debauched and admiring the sight of you ruined beneath him. How beautiful he looked, chiseled jaw covered in your slick, bashful lips tugging upward and wet with you.
“That okay?” he asked
Only coherent enough to give him another nod, you were too lost in the post-orgasmic bliss to do much else. You grabbed for him, helping him hover above you and desperate for more.
You slid your fingers under the hem of his shirt as he kissed you along your neck and collar bone. His skin was warm and you could feel every indent of his taut muscles under your fingertips as you worked to remove his shirt.
You moved your hand downward, rubbing the clothed bulge in his pants that had started this whole thing. 
He ground down into your caress, showing he was just as desperate to have you as you were to have him.
The loss of contact had you whimpering, as he got off of you and stood to finally remove his pants. You didn’t mind too much though, as this gave you the opportunity to momentarily admire him.
How handsome and beautiful sculpted every inch of his pale body was. And as his pants slid down his thighs and revealed his length to you, you couldn’t help but bite your lips and let out a groan. His serum-enhanced cock was more perfect than you could imagine.
Just as you were getting lost in the sight of him, he was moving back on top of you, heated flesh meeting yours and sending a wave of goosebumps all over you.
He kissed you some more as your hand once again found his length, no longer protected from your touch by his pants. You gave him a few strokes which earned a groan from him into the kisses you were exchanging. 
“This is okay, right?” he checked in again 
“Steve. Please. I want you.” you confirmed
He nodded as you used your hand to guide him to your entrance, wetting the tip with your slick as he slowly rocked forward to push inside you.
Still being a gentleman, he moved at a near glacial pace, letting you adjust to every inch of his length as he sunk deeper and deeper. When he finally bottomed out, it was pure bliss just how well he filled you.
Your gaze met his bright blue eyes and you gave him a nod, indicating you were ready.
Still, he moved slowly, thrusting delicately until he was sure you were comfortable.
You gripped his shoulders tightly as he increased his pace, the metal bed frame now squeaking loudly and banging against the green wallpaper rhythmically with every pump of his hips against you.
You moaned his name in his ear when he reached a hand down to where your bodies met, giving your clit long circles as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
Just as you were about to burst, he stopped abruptly, pulling himself from you and causing you to hiss at the sudden lack of sensation. His strong hands grabbed at your hips, rolling you seamlessly onto your stomach before he was easily sliding back into you.
God, if you weren’t about to come apart before, this new angle had you seeing stars.
Steve reached around your front, resuming his work on your clit. In no time, you felt a familiar heat growing in your core as he continued to tenderly thrust into you. He littered your neck in kisses as you finally came undone, coil in your belly snapping as you came with a cry of his name.
“There you go baby, there you go.” he cooed in your ear as you continued to pulse around him. His thrusts were now becoming erratic in rhythm and you reached behind you to tangle his blond locks in your hand.
He came with a low groan, releasing deep inside you. He took a moment to catch his breath, before using his strong hands once again to maneuver the two of you onto your sides. Back to spooning you as he softened inside you; warm,wet mixture of the two of you dribbling down your bare legs.
Gentle kisses were pressed to your neck and shoulder as you both recovered, breathing steadying out as time wore on.
“Can we just stay here?” you asked, content to just live the rest of your life in his embrace like this
“Mmm. If we didn’t have the mission to finish.” he responded, pressing a sweet peck to your temple
“Please no more mountains to hike.” you groaned
“Just a few more, I promise.”
“And then?” you asked
“And then we can go home. And maybe keep making things more complicated.”
“I’d like that.”
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leoncillo · 9 months
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Oh god I thought my brain wanted a break. But I guess not? I just blacked out and this was in my notes when I came to idk y'all 🤷🏽‍♀️
SFW, GN reader (although I use "pretty"?), Black reader, Zohakuten best wingman
You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?
Sekido
Sekido jumps and nearly screams when the first thing he sees as he opens his eyes from his day time sleeping, is you straddling him, inches from his face.
"What the hell?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"Is that even possible?" you ask, pondering with your finger on your chin.
"What do you want, you nuisance?!"
"Get up! We're going on a date."
"Do you know how long it'll take those idiots to get ready? Why didn't you let me plan this ahead of time?" he grumbled.
"Oh they're not going. It'll be just me and you tonight" you said booping him on the nose.
His face heats up and his cheeks start to match his eyes.
"Hehe are you blus-ahh" you yelp as he grows flips you off of his legs.
"How rude!"
"Just...just go get ready yourself! We'll meet at the door in 20 minutes" he said as he marched off to the shower.
20 minutes later
You could feel all eyes on you as you walked down the stairs. You settled on dark distressed flared jeans and a modest white blouse with a cutout window with a black and white cross body bag and white tennis shoes. You decided to keep your makeup natural and to put your hair in a low ponytail to hang over your shoulder.
"You look so pretty!" shouted Urogi.
"You look lovely, dear" said Aizetsu softly.
"I might have to be jealous of Sekido for once" Karaku said, snickering.
You reached the bottom only to realize Sekido and Zohakuten were both missing.
"Wait where is he-"
"I heard that you green eyed son of a bitch!" said Sekido as you all heard him approaching the top of the stairs, only to get smacked upside the head by Zohakuten.
"Watch the language, goddamnit. You're going on a date!"
There was complete silence.
Everyone's jaw was on the floor as Sekido descended the stairs.
His hair was neatly combed and shiny, with a few strands out to frame his face. He wore a burgundy long sleeved turtleneck paired with some crisp black slacks and black loafers. A gold chain adorned his chest, a gold watch held his wrist, and a gold belt buckle around the front of his waist. Was he wearing earrings?!
"No way! I can't believe it! Hahaha" said Karaku, nearly falling off the couch.
"You look good, Sekido!" shouted Urogi.
"You clean up nice" said Aizetsu.
"All thanks to me. You're welcome, y/n" said Zohakuten.
"Y/n?"
You didn't realize you were still speechless until his well defined chest was right in front of you.
"Right. Y-You look amazing, Sekido" you said as you looked away from each other, both a blushing mess.
"Shall we go?" said Sekido as he held out his hand.
As you two walked to the car, you remembered that this was your idea, that you're in control, and mentally got your game face ready. You snatched the car keys out of his hand and motioned him to the passenger side.
"Aht aht. I'm driving. You don't even know where I planned to take you anyway."
Sekido grit his teeth, but nodded and listened. You knew he didn't like NOT being in control, so you kissed him on the cheek for playing along.
"Jesus can we just go?!" he said flustered.
After about 20 minutes of driving, you pulled up to a nondescript warehouse building on a side of town neither of you have been to before.
Even for a demon, Sekido felt a little weirded out as he looked at the building from top to bottom. "Are you gonna try to kill me or something?"
"What?! Nooo, silly. You'll see. Let's go!" you said grabbing his arm and leading him inside.
Inside there were several made up stations and soundproof rooms. A bored looking college student sat at the registration booth and looked up lazily at the two of you. "How long?"
You hummed to yourself in thought. "Two hours, please."
Sekido quickly glanced at you, still extremely confused. Was this some kinda love hotel or something? The thought made him start blushing again.
"Right this way."
The college student let you inside one of the rooms and pointed at the long aprons and face shields for you, before leaving you to it.
While you were suiting up, Sekido looked around the room at the mannequins and ceramic dishware and vases and the line of baseball bats hung on the wall.
"Y/n, what the hell is this?" he turned to ask only to see you launch a glass bowl at the wall. "What in god's name are you doing?!"
"It's called a rage room, honey" you said trying to pry the next bowl from his hands, "smashing stuff is the point!"
"I'm not completely following? Humans these days are so weird!"
You thought for a second, "Hey remember that one mission you were on when Urogi got too excited and blew all of the windows out of the building?"
CRASH
A plate went flying into the wall.
"I'm still paying the bill off for the damages!" he said growling and reaching for a vase.
"Now you're getting it! But hold back a teeny bit. You're still a demon, dude" you said, eyeing the dent in the wall.
"What are the fake humans for?" he said eyeing the mannequins.
You grabbed a bat off the wall. "Remember Douma at the last upper moon meeting?...or just him in general?"
The bat was out of your hands in seconds and smashing into the mannequins crotch.
"Yeah!" you said hyping him up and giggling at the growing grin on his face.
"Are you not gonna keep smashing?" he asked.
You usually solved your anger issues pretty easily, but you figured you could find something in this world to be mad at and shrugged.
You threw a mug into the air and hit it with a bat. "I hate parallel parking!"
Then, you sent a plate into a wall "I hate meetings that could be e-mails!"
Sekido's smile only grew wider at your display of anger as he continued his assault on the mannequins and you thought you heard a "Karaku" in his rambling somewhere.
"Ouch!" you stopped after a flyaway chip of ceramic somehow made it past your face shield and nicked your cheek.
Sekido dropped everything immediately and made his way over to you. "What? What happened?!"
"Eh. I'm guess I'm still klutzy enough to get hurt through a shield" you said going to touch the cut on your cheek.
"Don't touch it! Let me see." he said, as he held your face gently and looked you over before kissing the cut and turning away, "You'll be okay. Put some of that human ointment on so it doesn't leave a scar. Let's go home before you hurt anything else."
"Aww, Seki, you-"
"I said let's go home!" he said , storming out and hiding his face.
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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years
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Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)
here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request &lt;;33
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'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡
peter parker x gn! reader
inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)
notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)
w/c: 2.1k
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“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.
“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”
peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”
your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”
“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”
“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”
peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!
“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.
“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”
“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.
but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.
peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”
you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.
you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.
digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.
“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.
“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.
“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face. 
peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.
oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.
“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.
“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.
you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”
“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.
peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?
“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.
“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh. 
peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.
you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.
“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.
“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.
“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.
“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”
“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”
you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks. 
“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.
“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”
“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.
“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.
you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”
he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.
“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.
“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.
“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?” 
peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.
he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.
his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.
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austinsgirl · 1 year
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mistletoe | austin butler one shot
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word count: 514
pairing: austin x fem!reader
warnings: pure fluff, kissing, christmas
summary: austin’s been dying to get a kiss under the mistletoe. he has multiple attempts until he has to pull the dramatics out
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It's finally the holiday season & you and your boyfriend, Austin, have your apartment all decorated.
Austin sneakily hung up mistletoe in the door way between the living room and hallway, & has been trying many attempts to get you underneath it since.
Attempt number one:
You're currently sitting on the couch watching your favorite show. Austin comes out of the bedroom with a new outfit on.
"Baby, what do we think?" he asks you.
"I love it, honey! You look so handsome."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
"Handsome enough for a kiss?"
"Yes, of course. But I don't feel like getting up, so I owe you one."
Austin rolls his eyes and walks back to the bedroom.
Attempt number two:
Austin wakes up in the morning without you beside him, as you were up before him for a change.
He gets out of bed and stands in doorway waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. Austin really feels confident that this could be the time where he can snag that mistletoe kiss. He's shirtless, and he knows you can't resist not being all over him in the morning when he wakes up like that.
"Oh good morning, Aus. Sorry, no time for a kiss. I forgot I have an early work day. I love you!" you say walking out of the bathroom, before heading out the door.
"Love you too!" he says before muttering, "Goddamnit." to himself.
Attempt number three:
You walked out the bedroom, your eyes glued to your phone as you're still checking messages after just waking up. You lean against the wall in the door way, just stopping to scroll.
"Alright, third times a charm." Austin thought to himself.
Austin started walking towards you from the kitchen.
"Oh! Hi baby!" you heard him walking towards you, so you went to go meet with him.
You gave him a kiss good morning but not where he wanted.
Attempt number four:
Austin is giving up and is going to get his kiss one way or another. He decides to put his acting skills to use.
"Y/N! COME QUICK! I NEED YOUR HELP!" he shouts.
"Oh my god, Aus! What's wrong?!" You ask him running out of the bedroom.
"I'm stuck! I can't move! These berries that are above me have put a curse on me! I can't move from this spot until I have true loves kiss!" he says, faking agony.
"You want a kiss under the mistletoe? Where did that even come from?"
"Yes, I would very much love one! I think that would help me get away from here!"
"God, you're such a dork. Come here."
You bring him in by cupping his face & giving him a kiss. He puts his hands on your face doing the same.
"Finally." Austin says.
"How long has that mistletoe been there?" you ask him.
"Since we decorated."
"That long?"
"Yeah! And I've been trying to get you under here since."
"Well, now you have me. Happy?"
"Mhm." and with that, he kisses you this time. The kiss he's been waiting for what felt like forever.
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ticklishfiend · 1 year
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Off-Button (My Hero Academia)
Pairing : Lee!Kaminari Ler!Bakugou
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A/N : oh my god who new scumbag could actually post again, it's a marvel. no but fr, i've been lurking around the tickle tags forever and reading all of yall's amazing fics and i couldn't help getting back into it, even for just one fic. this isn't tickletober, i do not have the patience for that (u guys having the willpower to make something new every single day is fucking astounding to me idk how u do it lol), but i hope u guys enjoy it anyways! as always, please like and reblog if u can bc i really appreciate the support :D enjoy!! &lt;3
Summary : Denki is incapable of being quiet during Bakugou and Kirishima's movie night they invited him to. Bakugou can't stand it, and decides to take matters into his own hands.
Word Count : 3359 
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What the absolute fuck was Spiky Hair thinking when he invited that energy filled blabber mouth to their movie night. 
Denki hadn’t shut up since he got into the damn room, his mouth seemingly going for an exercise run when the movie started and he got to make his own commentary. Katsuki was hoping for a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, watch a horror movie or two so Eijirou would snuggle close for comfort, and just all around actually enjoy his evening. 
But goddamnit if Denki wasn’t just the right man for disturbing the peace.
“Holy shit, did you see that?! That head went FLYING! It looks like someone throwing a football to a field goal! Wait, is it a field goal? Kiri, what’s the difference between a touchdown and a field goal? I’m not much of a football man, more of a baseball kinda guy. Although, I’d never turn down tickets to the Superbowl if I ever got the chance. You know they have these huge performances in the middle of the game where famous singers take over the field and just go ham?! I’d go just for that! But not if-”
Katsuki was going to become the next serial killer in a blockbuster horror movie if Denki didn’t shut his fucking mouth soon.
He glared at Eijirou, who was grinning from ear to fucking ear. Oh he did this shit on purpose. He hangs out with Sparky way more than Katsuki does, able to withstand his constant rambling in a way the short-tempered teen has never been able to understand. 
It’s not that Katuski dislikes Denki, though he would never ever fucking admit that out loud. He actually finds him funny sometimes, especially when paired with Sero. The two would probably make a good stand-up duo if Denki wasn’t the type to steal the microphone away just to ramble about every stupid thought that popped into his mind. 
But overall, Katuski does enjoy his company…most of the time.
“-I mean I don’t hate vegetables, but I’m not gonna pick them if I have the choice, y’know? Like if I have the choice between a beautiful bowl of pre-packaged ramen and a fucking green bean, I’m going with the ramen every single time, no question. Oh, but fruit though? That’s a whole different story-”
“Holy shit do you have a FUCKING off button?!” Katsuki shouted to Denki’s spot on the floor, feeling Eijirou give his shoulder a tight squeeze in return. Katsuki whipped his head around to find a disapproving gaze that really pissed him off. “What?! This is supposed to be a movie night, but I haven’t been able to hear the damn thing for it’s entire fucking duration! He’s ruining it!”
“You don’t have to be rude,” Eijirou whispered with a frown. Denki had fallen unusually quiet, and though they couldn’t see his face from their spots up on the couch, they knew what that meant. Katsuki knew what that meant, and damn Eijirou for giving him the ability to feel empathy for others.
Katsuki sighed through a groan, pushing himself off the couch and onto the floor next to Denki. Both were quiet, just sitting next to each other and watching the movie together in an uncomfortable silence.
“I’m sorry for ruining your movie night,” Denki mumbled into his arms which were now propped crossed on his knees. Katsuki pinched his lips together, gaze refusing to avert from the screen.
“You didn’t ruin shit, idiot,” he said, his tone much softer than before. “ Our fault for thinking you could actually be quiet for an hour and a half.”
“Katsuki,” Eijirou threatened from the couch, his inflection enough to make Katsuki realize his mistake in words.
“It was a joke, relax,” Katsuki grumbled like a teen to a scolding parent. Finally looking over at Denki, he started to feel his guilt bubbling to a boil. He cringed hard when he realized what needed to be said, feeling the words practically squirming in his chest with utter discomfort. “I’m…sorry. Okay? I’m sorry,” Katsuki rubbed his face anxiously, basically covering his mouth like it would make his words unheard. “I just like watching shit in silence, alright? Nothing personal, you moron, just…agree to disagree, I guess.”
Denki sat there for a moment. He was letting Katsuki’s apology settle in his system like swallowing a pill he’d never taken before. Bakugou…apologized to him. Actually said the word sorry, and TWICE at that. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.
Denki launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him tightly before Katsuki had the chance to realize he was fucking hugging him. Katsuki quickly shoved him off like he had a disease, but that smile never left Denki’s face.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Sparky! This changes nothing!”
“You like me!” Denki beamed, repeatedly poking at Katsuki’s arm like it would make him realize it himself. “You said sorry, you apologized to me! Kirishima, we’ve gotta throw a party or something, bake me a cake--shit, bake Bakugou a cake! This is a real turn of events, my friends, a real turning point in our friendship if I do say so myself,” Denki sighed happily, criss-crossing his legs and facing Katsuki with a wide smile. “You like me.”
Katsuki growled at the notion. He couldn’t even deny it, the bastard was right. But he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it. 
Then, like his guardian angel was sending him telepathic messages on how to fucking destory this loser, he remembered something. Something very interesting.
Last week, Sero and Denki had been roughhousing on the floor of the common rooms over something Katsuki couldn’t care less to find out about. All he knew was that Denki had been the annoying little shit he always is, and Sero was finally retaliating against it and winning. He had Denki in some weird wrestler hold, his arms held firm behind his back as he kicked and struggled and refused to apologize for whatever annoyance he had caused.
Then, there was a screech. A loud one, followed by bouts of hysterical laughter and far more thrashing than before. Sero was tickling at his ribs with his free hand, fingers never relenting from the one spot he had a firm ticklish grip on. Denki pleaded and begged, and eventually with enough persuasion, Denki apologized. 
Denki is ticklish, and apparently ridiculously so. This could be helpful. This could be vital.
“I suggest you shut your mouth right now before I find that fucking off button myself,” Katsuki threatened, his eyes peering through his brow in the way a predator would before striking its prey.
“Oh c’moooon, you wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” Denki creened through a grin before giggling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Such a little shit, he was really milking this for all it’s worth.
“Not gonna hurt you, fucknuts. But I am gonna make you regret everything you just fucking said,” Katsuki growled before shoving Denki onto his back, the electric blonde letting out a confused yelp as he went down flailing. Katsuki kept his hand pressed firmly on Denki’s chest, pinning him to the floor with ease as he clambered on top. 
“Woah, we turning this duo into a trio or what, KitKat?” Kirishima chided in, having been scrolling on his phone for the past minute before realizing the action that was happening right before his eyes.
“Can it, idiot. I’ve got business to attend to here,” Katsuki growled before turning back to Denki with an evil grin. “You ticklish, Sparkplug?”
Denki’s eyes went wide before immediately throwing his arms around himself to protect his torso. “Nope.”
“Ohoho really? You seem awfully nervous for someone who ain’t ticklish,” Katsuki wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, like a predator about to strike. “And if I recall correctly, Sero had you pretty fuckin’ beat the other day after you tried your luck annoying the shit outta him too.”
Denki’s lips pressed together tightly, the corners wobbling in a vain attempt to keep from giggling already. He shook his head vehemently. “No idea what you’re talking about,” his words came out quick, curling his lips under his teeth as soon as his talking ceased.
“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout I jog your memory a bit; get that pea-brain of yours back up to speed, huh?” Katsuki slowly moved his wiggling fingers down towards Denki’s sides, the electric blonde unable to keep his giggles in any longer as they flowed out of him through puffs of air through his nose and a bouncing chest filled with butterflies. He swatted slapping hands at Katsuki's quickly, trying to both fight back while also protecting himself at the same time. His elbows stayed glued to his ribs while his hands uselessly bat at the weapons of mass destruction easing towards his torso.
“No, nonono nohoho wahahait,” he giggled nervously, having yet to even be tickled but unable to keep it at bay any longer. 
“Nah, it’s too late for that shit,” Katsuki growled before finally striking, fingers pinching strategically at the boy’s sides right below his ribs. Denki screeched, back arching and legs kicking out behind his tormenter as he reached down to grip Katsuki’s wrists and try to push them away, but it was futile. Giggles poured from him with ease, interlaced with squeals when Katsuki’s fingers came just a bit too close to his ribs for comfort.
“Ahahaha! Wahahait, c’mohohon! Dohohon’t!” Denki shook his head, trying to find any relief from that torturously funny sensation Katsuki delivered to him through gentle pinches and scribbles.
That was another thing throwing Denki completely for a loop; Bakugou was being so gentle. He expected rough digging, hard squeezes that would leave him gasping for air and swirling punches. But instead he got agonizingly tame, insanely ticklish pinches that had him already nearly pleading for mercy. 
“Don’t? Please, you asked for this as soon as you tried fucking with me. I was even being nice to you before, idiot. But noooo, you just had to keep poking the damn bear, didn’t you?” Katsuki emphasized his metaphor by sporadically poking all over Denki’s torso, at his belly, then his sides, up to his ribs, and even his chest, which Denki didn’t know could feel as ticklish as it did.
Denki giggled hysterically, squirming like a worm with his arms pulled close, basically giving up the fight and letting Katsuki do as he pleases. He knew he wouldn’t win if he tried, so he might as well let it happen until Bakugou tires himself out with it.
That is, until, Katsuki’s thumbs found their way into the hollows of Denki’s armpits. Denki squealed loudly, his heels digging hard into the carpet with every kick as his head turned to try and smush his red face into the floor beside him. 
“Oh, sweet spot, huh?” Katsuki grinned, thumbs practically glued to that little spot under Denki’s arms that kept the boy cackling and squirming like crazy. “You seeing this, Kiri? Think he’s gonna keep messing with me after this?”
Eijirou chuckled, phone now beside him on the couch as he enjoyed the show before him. “Oh definitely. Guy’s a glutton for punishment.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that after I’m done with him.”
Denki blushed deeply, turning his head towards Kiri and opening a single eye as best he could with his face all scrunched in laughter. “Kirihihieehehe! Pleheheease! Hehehelp me!” he gasped for air through giggles, talking through his hysteria quite the difficult task. “Mahahake him stohohop!” 
“Oh no, absolutely not. You got what’s coming to you, gigglebox, and I’m not interfering with him when he’s like this,” Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh along, the boy’s laughter too contagious to help it.
“You could always help me, y'know? Cause you already know what I’ll do to you if you don’t, gigglebox,” Katsuki sent Eijirou a wicked smile, fingers still tickling the boy under him relentlessly. Eijirou blushed, before getting up from the couch with a sigh.
“Sorry, Denks, nothing personal,” he apologized with a giggle, obviously not sorry in the slightest. He sat down above Denki’s head, giving his hair a little tussle.
“Nohoho! You dohohon’t hahahave to do thihis!” Denki’s squirming increased before letting in a big gasp of air as Katsuki’s assault finally relented, though his arms stayed glued tightly to his sides. “C’mohon, man, we’re friehehends!” 
“Yeah, yeah, we’re friends, man. And no, I don’t have to do this,” Kiri grinned before grabbing Denki’s wrists, trying to pull them up above his head. Denki tried hard to keep them down, unable to keep the giggles to himself in pure anticipation, repeating “nonononohoho!” as he felt Kiri winning the fight for his hands. They came to a standstill when his hands were near his face, Denki pulling hard to keep them down.  “But I kinda want to, y’know?” Kiri giggled, giving Katsuki a look. “A little help, love?”
“No problem,” Katsuki smiled before bringing his fingers up to flutter softly at Denki’s neck and ears. Denki squealed, high-pitched giggles escaping as he struggled to keep his strength, too focused now on trying to protect his neck with his shoulders. This allowed Kiri to finally pull his arms up above his head and pin them there by the wrists, Denki whining loudly and kicking his legs out in protest.
“Plehehease! I’m sorry, okahay, don’t tickle mehehee!” He pleaded, bringing his knees up to drum against Katsuki’s back.
“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Katsuki said before bringing his fingers down to flutter softly against Denki’s armpits through his shirt, the boy squealing and screaming out a “no!” in response before falling helplessly into giggles and cackles. “Plus, this is kinda fun.”
His fingers fluttered and spidered for a while, relishing in Denki’s frantic laughter. Katsuki got bored of the flutters after a while, switching to pinching up and down Denki’s ribcage with gentle precision. 
“Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t, mahahan, plehehease! It tihihickles!” Denki shoved his face into his now raised arm, trying to muffle his giggles and hide his flushed face.
“Damn right it tickles, I’m tickling you,” Katsuki looked at Eijirou with a mocking shake of the head and a sigh. “This fuckin’ guy, amirite?”
“His face is so red, man. I think he’s embarrassed ~,” Kiri cooed down towards Denki’s face, giggling at the squeal his words brought.
“I’m nohohot! I’m nohohohot!” Denki shook his head into his arm, squirming even harder and screaming as one of Katsuki’s hands came up to flutter at the open side of his neck, the other still preoccupied at his ribs.
“He’s tryna deny it, Kiri,” Katsuki tsked before bringing his face closer to Denki’s. “You know what we do to liars around here?”
“Nohoho!” Denki cried, not sure if he was replying to Katsuki’s teasing question or just yelling out his preferred word to cry out in ticklish agony.
“Weeeeee…” Katsuki paused both his sentence and his tickling, his hands standing still in the spots they were last playing with. Denki continued to giggle through his panting breath, body tense in anticipation and eyes squeezed shut tight. Seconds passed and still, nothing. Curiosity killed the cat, but Denki couldn’t help opening one of his eyes hesitantly and looking up at Katsuki’s wicked grin. 
Then, he screamed when Katsuki’s hands shot down quickly to squeeze at his hips, falling yet again into helpless cackles. “...tikitikitikitikitickle them!”
“Ahahahaha gohohohod! Thahat’s sohoho- pppffttt hahahaha! -stuhuhupihihid!” Denki shook his head in protest, kicking and bucking his hips like he could knock off his tickler with one good throw. Obviously it didn’t work, and Katsuki continued to tickle him while staying put like he was riding a bull.
“Oh, you callin’ me stupid now? Do you really think that’s the smartest move to make when I’ve got you squealing like a little girl for saying some stupid shit earlier?’”
“I juhuhust said- gahahahaha nohoho! -thahat you lihihike mehehee!” 
“Yeah and how did that turn out for you?” Katsuki asked before scribbling his hands over Denki’s waist, the boy screeching and giggling frantically in response.
“Bahahahad! Sohoho bahahahd!”
“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki grinned before going back to poking around Denki’s belly, a much easier task now that Denki’s flailing arms were out of the equation. “How’s about we find that little off button we discussed earlier, huh? Maybe we can finally get you to shut your trap for once.”
Eijirou giggled with a shake of his head. “You are so mean, Katsuki.”
“Yeah, yeah, you love it,” Katsuki looked at Denki’s face, grinning at the blush he wore and the giant smile overtaking his features and making his nose scrunch up all cutely. “And from the looks of it, so does this little guy. You enjoyin’ yourself up there, dumbass?”
Denki’s belly bounced through his giggles, much softer than before now that he was just being poked at, but still frantic as his belly was very ticklish. “Nohoho!”
“I think that’s the word of the day. ‘No, no, no,’ it’s all you’ve said since we started this shit. You mean that? You want us to stop? Cause hey, say the word and playtime’s over, Sparkplug.”
For the first time since their little tickle fest started, Denki had nothing to say. Just a response of happy giggles and an even brighter blush that he yet again tried hiding in his arm.
“Well would you look at that! Seems like our friend here has some sense after all,” Katsuki smiled up at Eijirou, who rolled his eyes fondly. The redhead already knew Denki didn’t mind the tickles as much as he loved to claim he did, so he wasn’t surprised in the least to find him happily allowing them to continue the torment. 
Katsuki’s pokes never ceased, like they were still on the hunt. “So, about that off button…” He hummed curiously, his pokes traveling all around his belly, sides, and ribs like in a search. “Oh, I know. How about riiiiiight…here!” He stuck his finger in Denki’s bellybutton, scratching and poking at it gently but very obviously efficiently, as the blonde under him let out a loud squeal before his laughs fell silent. Just a bouncing chest and belly with occasional gasps for air to prove he was still laughing up a storm on the inside.
“Hehey, I think you found it! See, he’s gone all quiet now!” Eijirou boasted, looking down at Denki’s hysterical expression with a chuckle.
“Well ain’t that a relief,” Katsuki said, eyebrows shooting up when Denki’s cackles and shrieks returned in a wild new wave. “Guess we know how to shut him up now. Just a little tickle right in this off-button and we’ve got a nice night of peace and quiet,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, as Denki’s laughter had never been louder than now.
Finally, Katsuki’s assault ceased, giving Eijirou a nod to let his arms go. Denki brought them down over his belly protectively, rolling over on his side to curl into a ball of giggles when Katsuki got off and sat next to him.
“So, you still think I like you, numbnuts?” Katsuki asked, grinning proudly as his boyfriend rubbed Denki’s back.
“Ehehe…yeah, kinda,” Denki looked at Katsuki over his shoulder. “I mean, you did just have a tickle fight with me, man. Not really something non-friends do with each other.”
“Hey, not a tickle fight. I didn’t see you getting any jabs in there, did I?” Katsuki said with a poke to Denki’s side, the boy flinching with a yelp before scooting closer to Eijirou like he’d protect him from mean ‘ole Bakugou.
“Fine, a tickle attack then. Either way…” Denki tilted his head with a smug expression, a smile still very present on his face. “...you totally like me.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes before getting up and plopping himself back on the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll like nothing happened. “Whatever, idiot. Just know who you’re messing with.”
Denki giggled, looking up at Kirishima who shook his head with a fond smile. “Trust me, I am very well aware.”
There was a comfortable silence between the three of them before they all seemed to realize at the same time, it wasn’t actually silent in the room.
The movie was still on.
“Oh fucking hell you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME-“
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A/N : hope y'all enjoyed! im working on another fic rn but don't plan on that coming out super soon, y'all know how long it takes me to write sometimes and i've kinda been drowning in schoolwork lately. college is truly a different experience LMAO. anyways, much love y'all imma go do some homework and hopefully get some sleep tonight.
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bezea-time · 5 months
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Trigun
So... Hi.
This is my first ever post I make about Trigun. And it's me just generally ranting about my thoughts on all of the Trigun versions and on the fandom as a new Trigun fan that came to be one with Trigun Stampede.*some spoilers for all versions of Trigun in my ranting*
I first found anything Trigun related in August of this year when I randomly saw a Youtube short of Vash from Trigun Stampede, and I just clicked on it because I found it intriguing as the title of the short was something like "this anime has beautiful CGI" and that the comment section of that short seemed too devided between people praising the show and people writing "not CGI again, it looks awful", which is a reaction that I can understand as anime doesn't have a good track record with using the CGI style. But from the short alone, that had some scenes of the first Trigun Stampede episode, I thought it just looked fine.
And then I watched the show and I absolutetly loved it (and still do, lol). The animation is amazing, even if at first it was kinda weird before getting used to the characters' design and movements with the CGI.
When it comes to the characters, I think that Meryl and Roberto were a fun pair and a good point of view for the viewer to the weird and suspicious things going on with Vash, Vash was such a fun and sweet but also misterious and cool character and Wolfwood was amazing, especially his introduction (best one 10/10). His backstory episode had me in tears. And they even dared to make the animation on that backstory different from the rest of the show, being so beautiful and warm with baby Nico and Livio at the orphanage and then so trippy and strange when he gets experimented on... ahhh, that episode was just so goddamn good!!! (Sorry, got a little carried away....) And I love Meryl as the female protagonist and her progression throughout the episodes.
The only thing that I remember bothering me after watching it the first 2 times (I think?) was the aftermath of the reveal that Vash is a Plant on the sandsteamer, as I thought that after that the plot just speeded up too quickly and the audience (especially first time Trigun watchers like me) and the characters didn't get the proper time needed to compute and reflect on the fact that Vash is a Plant. Like ya, we got the flashback episode after the steamer one, but I feel like it would have worked better if that was shown later, because at that point I cared more about the characters of Meryl, Wolfwood and Roberto and their reaction to Vash being a Plant, and also how tf they found ship 3 and got there, than the tragic flashback between Knives and Vash.
But overall I still think that Stampede is pretty solid standing on it's own as a sci-fi space western story about 2 brothers and their complicated relationship and differing morals and goals. (I mean, it's still not finished but the point it's that I think that season 1 was pretty good despite obviously having it's flaws, and I can't wait for season 2, aaaa!!)
Plus, the CGI animation really grew on me as I watched the show. It looks amazing! Especially the fights. Best use of CGI on character design and animation in anime, imo.
Then I watched the Trigun 1998 anime adaptation. And I had so much fun. I loved the more day to day laid back adventures with the people of No Man's Land, and that then things with Vash started getting more misterious and complex. Also, I cried when Wolfwood died. (This man and his story sure knows how to make you cry... goddamnit I wanna give him a hug...)
But the problem with the 98 anime is that Knives is too much in the background for me to care that deeply about the conflict between the twins. The Gung-Ho-Guns, especially Legato, were more interesting and fleshed out antagonists than Knives, that can be described as cartoonishly evil in this version (like, it's not a bad thing, but he could have been portrayed as more sympathetic like his other versions).
Plus, the Plants part of the Trigun deal is really left out in this version. Like, the Dependent Plants don't even get personalized as they are shown and treated all the time as objects - they are never shown to unfurl. Though, I think this was because of sensoring issues from back then, but still, they could have put some body suit on them or something, idk. It's such an important part of Trigun and it was completely left out in this version. Though, they certainly didn't have a problem making Vash sometimes chase women kinda excessively. I mean ya, it was way worse in 2010 with Amelia in Badlands Rumble. But really, what was the need... though, compared to other anime it is very tame when it comes to this (and thank everything for that!), plus the headcanon that Vash just exaggerated these behaviours so he can make himself appear like any fool Human man helps with ignoring these scenes. So, ya... I still don't like it but it's not that bad as it could have been in this aspect.
But that aside, watching this anime really hit me with the nostalgia train of the 90s/early 2000s anime (yes, I was born in 2001 but reruns on TV exist, so ya... sorry if this is random but there are always some smartasses on the Internet that like doing the "how can you even know about it you weren't even born or you were just a baby when these shows came out", plus there are piracy sites to watch older shows on, lol).
So ya, I literally fell in love with Trigun 1998, and pretty fast. It really has a charm to it, not just because it has that nostalgic feeling for me, but also because Trigun 1998 (and the manga) is really quite unique with the way it does story telling, the jokes, the characters and their dynamics (at least imo) and it also felt like a breath of fresh air for me, considering that I was kinda tired of fast paced Netflix like shows and current action anime don't appeal to me that much. (Also, huh, pointing at my pretty big disappointments with MHA that made me reach the point where I actually ended up making 4 huge ass posts with my issues with the anime/manga on my other Tumblr blog. Hahaha, trust me when I say that all versions of Trigun are a gold mine of a story, despite having differences between each other and each one their own (pretty small, imo) issues. And when I say that Trigun saved me by giving me a very good mood in some of my free time, as I really reached a point where everything seemed too boring or annoying to me, until I found Trigun, lol)
And then I got to the manga... and holy shit, did it get me hooked to the point I ended up staying up until 4 a.m. for 3 days straight to finish reading all of it... and yes, from the Trigun manga's first chapter to the end of Trigun Maximum... I needed a lot of coffee to function in those mornings as I woke up 2 hours later everyday, haha, fuck sleep I need my dose of Trigun so I can know what happens next and then laugh and cry because of it!!
Okay, my hyperfixation aside, the manga is amazing and it's obviously my favourite version of Trigun, no question.
This opinion also seems to be true in most of the fandom. Which makes sense as it is the original material and the longest, and thus the most complete version of Trigun (lol).
But this is where I found something that kinda annoys me in the fandom. Like, don't get me wrong for the most part the Trigun fandom is pretty great (at least in the circles I found myself in), but there were some people that kinda really annoyed me (tho, this is more a me problem than necessarely a others problem, as I can just ignore these things and move on to my business, lol - but I'm a dumbass that sometimes complains too much, so here I am). And that is people that don't seem to shut up about how bad Trigun Stampede is because of the CGI and the fact that the story was changed and it isn't the same as Trigun 1998 or that it is not a continuation of it. And you know what, these people are valid in having these opinions, okay? I'm not here to police anyone's tastes, lol, despite writing this in this post in my blog.
But I'm also of the opinion that people that think this are being a little bit unfair to Trigun Stampede as it was obvious from the start that the show was gonna be it's own thing.
Plus, I kinda like the idea that Trigun 1998 along with the Badlands Rumble movie, Trigun Manga along with Trigun Maximum and Trigun Stampede are their own Universes parallel to each other, considering all the differences they have between each other. And also, I'm not really a fan of the opinion that some people in fandoms have that "the adaptations need to follow the source material/original perfectly". I mean, it's an adaptation, somethings are bound to be changed to fit a certain style or era. Also, I'm a fan of Doctor Who and superhero (DC and Marvel) comic books, so big changes are a part of the course in my favourite media, lol. The important thing it's keeping the core of the story and characters. Plus, certain things, like books and video games, need more changes to their stories and characters in order to be adapted to screen, so ya.
But anyway, the point that I'm trying to make is that I don't like how quick some people are/were to dismiss Trigun Stampede and how they critique it without even having watched it. Like, if some people watched it and didn't like it that is totally valid, but it really annoyed me how quick some people were to just shove it down without even giving it one chance, when I think that Stampede is one of the best things to come out in recent years.
Maybe I'm being a little biased because it was my first Trigun version. But I also think that too many people are being biased themselves based on the "It's absolute garbage because it's not like the original" mentality (and the original that they usually refer to is the Trigun 1998 anime, that is, ironically, pretty different from the actual source material too, lol. Okay, I understand that the 98 anime has the excuse of airing when the manga wasn't finished yet but still...). Also, this annoys me because it is a problem that exists with all the series and their fandoms nowadays, which is not giving the chance for a series to explore itself before they talk negativelly about it.
I mean, come on, Trigun Stampede has so much potential, let it flourish on its own without always being compared to it's predecessors.
Though, I also feel like that some part of these opinions/criticisms come from the fact that people nowadays are also kinda tired of remakes, which ya valid, but not all remakes are "cash grab garbage", and Stampede is really great and trying to do it's own thing. So, I think that it really deserves the praise and popularity it is getting.
But ya, despite these nitpicks of mine, I'm having a great and fun time with Trigun and it's fandom.
Never thought I would obsess over a character that is a Humanoid Plant Energy Reactor, lmao. Also, it really got me with all it's symbolism with flowers and religion. There is nothing more that I love than a misterious alien protagonist in a story with religious imagery and dealing with complex moral questions while also having the most bizarre and silly base premise and characters.
Also, Vash deserves all the love and hugs in the Universe!! This Plant-man gives me so many feelings. And he is so hurt. And doesn't allow himself to get too close to people, but he still helps them the best way he can, despite pretty much everyone being against him. Until, Wolfwood, Meryl and Milly come along. Aaaa!! The feels...
I love Trigun so much!!!
All versions of it.
So, anyways, thanks for reading my rant.
Love & Peace🤞🏻
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Love bites (and so do I) - exes and Oh’s part 2
A/N: WE’RE OFF TO THE SMUTTY/REQUEST WEEKEND, lovers! And I am BRIMMING with ideas, all of them dirty and deliciously filthy. I could write a bunch of fluffy, romantic sexy things, but this is just so much more fun – what is a gal to do? I also have to thank the amazing @staysluttymyfriends97​, who manages to just cheer me on no matter what, giving life and fire to my ideas and tell me to go for it. Thank you, love, for being there and always being a wonderful friend and cheerleader. Also to my favorite pastry chef who manages to bring me to my knees in full blubber-mode, because she compliments me once @buckyshattergirl​ – you are the fairy, pirate princess of my dreams.
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drablle, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit for the content!
I love y’all so much and thank you so much for sticking with me. I cannot believe that so many of you read my brainfarts and loves them as much as I do. I really can’t thank you guys enough. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none.
 THIS IS PART 2 TO EXES AND OH’S AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THAT ONE FIRST!
 MASTERLIST
SEBASTIAN STAN MASTERLIST
ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x female reader (exes to lovers/slight enemies to lovers) x Steve Rogers
Contains: smut, language, VERY rough sex, Beefy!Bucky, Dom!Bucky, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, breath play, degradation, spitting, oral (m receiving) gagging, throat-fucking, spanking, slapping, praise kink, cum-play, cum-stuffing, daddy-kink, orgasm denial, slight bondage, humiliation, slight impact play, cream-pie, unprotected sex, cum-shot, dirty talk, auralism, biting
W.C: 5.354 (whoops, it ran away from me)
 Love bites (and so do I)
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Bucky was in near hell. One fucking night, one, and he’s back to being buried inside of her – it was pathetic really, how easily he folded when it came to her. She was dating Steve, his best friend through most of his life, and Bucky couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. The water hit his back in hard jets, the warmth almost overwhelming as he stood in the shower to wash away any trace of her on his skin. He supposed that’s why they didn’t work out in the first place; they were volatile and desperate for each other, which made for a fucking cocktail of danger. Not that he minded it, but she must’ve. He groaned and ran a hand over his chest, tracing the memory of her fingers – Goddamnit, he was seriously fucked.
He dried off with the clear consensus that nothing else was going to happen, no more. It had been a one (well, two) and done. Got it out of his system. Good. That was good, great. He pushed back the thoughts of her little whimpers and the fact that he might not be entirely over her in the deepest corners of his brain. Four more days. Four, and she’d be gone again. Maybe he should tell Steve. It wasn’t fair on him to go around, acting like a fucking puppy with her, when Bucky had his cock piledriving her the night before. He sighed and got dressed, before making his way to the kitchen. It would probably not do any good to tell Steve; he’d lose his best friend and his girlfriend in one, fell swoop if Bucky decided to open his big mouth and tell him. A part of him wondered, if she’d come back to Bucky, if she and Steve split – there were still lingering feelings (obviously) and the way they ended the relationship left a lot to be said. She’d broken it off, and he’d been left to scowl and withdraw from everyone and everything since. He never really got over it, if he was honest – maybe the night before and the closet was enough for him to get rid of whatever he held for her. Maybe it just needed to get out of the system. Fuck, get her out of his head, get on with life.
He frowned as he saw Y/N and Steve lounging around on the couch, her perfect legs slung over Steve’s thighs, both of them laughing at something super funny. Disgusting.
He made himself a cup of coffee, probably a little louder than he normally would.
“Yo, Buck.” Steve’s voice broke through his thoughts. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw before looking at them – Y/N had this goddamned smirk on her lips, her eyes twinkling at him. He twitched in his pants. “What’s up, Steve?” He asked, trying to keep his voice level and calm. Steve grinned. “Mind if she stays for a week longer? Her place won’t be ready on time.” He said and Bucky worried about that twinkle of mischief in his best friend’s eye. Fucking shit. “S’fine.” He mumbled, clenching around the fucking stupid coffee-cup. “Thank you, Bucky, that means so much to me.” Her voice was enough to make him almost crack a tooth. “Yeah, well…” He trailed off and quickly left the kitchen, palming his damn pants. Yeah, this was hell.
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If he thought it had been bad before that night, it was nothing compared to now. She was constantly doing these stupid, little things that made his stupid, fucking body react. A hand on the small of his back, whenever she passed him. Leaning over the counter wearing that goddamned top, that made him want to bury his face in her tits. She made barely concealed comments about the way, he fucked her back then – Steve just laughed at it and clearly wasn’t all too bothered about it.
Bucky, on the other hand? Very bothered. Extremely bothered. And horny. He was just about ready to pull fixtures from the walls with his bare hands from pure, pent-up aggression. It was too much, and the fact that he could almost smell her made him see fucking red. It was like heroin to him. Or, rather, she was – and he had kicked the habit a year ago but jumped willingly into it again with both feet. Like a fucking idiot.  
“You can’t keep doing this.” He hissed at her, when she “accidentally” brushed her ass against his crotch as she passed him to get a cup from the dishwasher. The fucking skirt was so short, he could easily push a finger or two inside of her. It wasn’t the first time, and it sure as shit probably wouldn’t be the last. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do what?” He groaned as she pushed back just a little. “That. You’re dating Steve, stop trying to fuck me!” He whispered, eyes on the staircase; Steve was in a meeting in the office upstairs, and apparently, that made Y/N feel bold. “You know, you’re awfully tense.” She said with a shrug and filled her cup with coffee. “Fucking stop. I’m not here for your entertainment, if you’re horny, go fuck Steve.” She sighed and, possibly without thinking, she walked to the living room and muttered under her breath. “Like I’d ever fuck Stevie.” He felt like had been poured over with a bucket of ice-water.
“What did you just say?” His voice was calm and very, very dangerous. She turned slowly on her feet; her eyes were wide.
  “Uh…” “Did you just say you wouldn’t want to fuck Steve?” He took a step towards her like a predator hunting his prey. “Listen, James, I…” She backed away from him. “No, don’t give me a shitty excuse. You wouldn’t want to fuck your boyfriend, huh?” Another step. “I…” Another step. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He rumbled, his fingers flexing at his sides. If she had been playing him for all this time, he was going to fucking lose it. “James, babe…” He growled at the endearment. She apparently didn’t want to wait to see the outcome of whatever he was planning, because she placed her cup on the table and spurted up the stairs, calling for Steve.
Bucky was seeing fucking red. One thing was the torture of knowing she had moved on, especially with his best friend, but it was another thing entirely if she had pretended to date Steve. Oh, God, if she had pretended just to fuck him over, he was going to die.
He heard Steve’s voice trail from the office, and he stopped at the bottom of the stairs to listen in. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t know…” “He found out!! I was an idiot, I let it slip and now…” She whined. “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” Steve answered. Bucky could almost hear her eyes roll. “Just… Fucking help, Steve!” Her voice was wavering, and Bucky felt a little bit of pride in his chest at her desperation. Good. “Seriously, you wanted to play this game, I came along because I literally cannot deal with the brooding and sulking, but I’m not getting you out of this one.” Steve sighed. “I don’t even think I can. I’m in for it, too, you know?” He said and she groaned. “But Steve…” “Well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions?” Steve said and he chuckled. “You got yourself in this mess to what, test the waters, and now you gotta go upstream in shit creek without paddles on your own, sweetheart.” Bucky drew a deep breath and cracked his neck before beginning to ascend the stairs. She wasn’t getting out of this one, no matter how hard she tried.
Both of their voices quieted as they heard his shoes on the stairs. He knew he was an imposing man, but the anger that rolled off him right now was seeping through to the way he walked, heavy feet as he slowly made his way up. He saw them when he reached the landing, and he clenched his jaw at the sight – Y/N was cowering slightly behind Steve, and Steve had a shit-eating grin on his face. “What the fuck did you do, Steve?” Bucky asked in a leveled voice. Steve widened his eyes. “Who, me? Nothing.” “Don’t fucking bullshit me!” Bucky lost his damned cool completely at Steve’s fucking tone and the way Y/N grabbed his arm. “Woah, man! Chill! She asked for my help, that’s it.” Steve held his arms up in surrender and Bucky glared at him. “What. Did. You. Do?” Bucky emphasized his words with a small step inside of the office. “Listen, this is not my…” Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Steve might be a big man, but right now, he looked like the small kid from Brooklyn in front of Bucky. “Y/N.” His voice was dripping with danger, he could hear it himself. She never could go against that tone of voice, and he saw her slowly peek out from behind Steve. “On your fucking knees.” The domineering part of him took over fully, wanting nothing more than to punish her for making him look like a fucking fool. “Bucky, isn’t that a little…” Bucky’s eyes whipped to Steve, who shut his mouth. Good. “You don’t get a say in this. You stand there and look pretty, until I tell you otherwise.” He pointed a finger at Steve, who didn’t dare do anything else but nod. “Y/N, last time. On your fucking knees, right now.” She whimpered but did as he asked, crawling towards him. She stopped in front of him, her bare knees on the floor – he could hear the skin slide against the wood, and it gave him a weird sense of pleasure knowing she probably broke the skin a little. She looked up at him. “I’m sor…” He cut her off, squatting in front of her and grabbed a hold of her chin with strong fingers. She whined at the pressure. “You will be fucking sorry.” He grumbled before spitting in her face. She mewled at the feeling of it hitting her face, and it made him twitch uncomfortably in his pants. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? Couldn’t just have told me you wanted to try again, huh? Needed to play a fucking game instead?” She closed her eyes, and his hand flew from her chin to her cheek, the slap ringing through the room. Steve shuffled uncomfortably on his feet and Bucky shot him a glance. “I’m just going to go…” Steve began. “No, the fuck you aren’t. you’re going to stay here and fucking watch.” “Buddy, it’s not my…” Bucky growled. “It fucking is, Steve. Stay, or I will tie you to the fucking chair behind you.” Steve swallowed. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve observed whatever Bucky had going on, but this was different – Bucky had never been this harsh before. He turned his eyes from Steve, who sat down in the chair, to Y/N, who was whimpering. “You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?” She nodded. “You wanted me to fuck the fucking brat out of you, huh? Been a bad girl, a fucking brat to me, and you just needed daddy’s cock to screw it right out of you, until you got so cock-drunk you got stupid?” She whimpered again and Bucky heard a muttered fuck from Steve.
He didn’t care.
“Mouth.” She understood clearly, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue out – Steve groaned from his chair and Bucky glared at him. “Another fucking sound out of you, and I’ll shut you right the fuck up myself.” He promised, and Steve nodded. That wouldn’t be the first time either. He turned to face Y/N again and let spit fall onto her tongue. “Swallow it.” She willingly did, her eyes glazed over, and he saw her hips buck slightly. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Already so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you, you filthy, fucking slut.” The words gave him power, made his shoulders roll and he felt powerful as he sat in front of her, Steve watching the punishment unfold. Bucky slowly rose to his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from his pants completely, before he opened his pants and let them fall to the ground. He looked to Steve. “Clean the fucking desk off.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” Steve joked but followed orders anyway. Bucky saw the strain in his pants. He looked back at Y/N, who had swimming eyes and her lips curled just a little; that just wouldn’t do. “You are a pathetic, little whore, aren’t you? Want me to fuck you dumb, do you?” he asked in a slow, low voice. “Please…” her voice was like fucking music to his ears. He let his palm connect with her cheek again. “What did you say?” She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes again. “Please, daddy.” “Good girl. You’re not so dumb, you forgot, did you?” he said with a sly smile on his lips. She shook her head. “Mouth open, tongue out. I’m going to fuck your throat until you’re just about to pass out.” He said and heard the soft whine in the back of her throat. He knelt down again and softened his gaze. “Y/N.” the shift of tone made her open her eyes and he searched them for any signs of this going over her limits. “I’m fucking angry, but I’m not crossing lines. Color?” “Green.” She answered. “Safeword?” “Peach.” He almost smiled at that. “If you can’t say it, tap me three times and I’ll stop. Got it?” he gently ran his thumb across her cheekbone. She smiled. “Yes, daddy.” And they were back. He stood again and looked at Steve, who had cleaned the desk completely. “Steve, you better sit closer. You need to see all of her punishment, got it?” Steve nodded and moved the chair from behind the desk to the side, where he had full view of Y/N’s profile. She still had her mouth open, and Bucky didn’t want to wait – he pulled his hard cock out and groaned as he tightened his grip around his length. The vein on the underside was throbbing. He smeared the tip on her tongue, letting the precum disperse on her tongue. “Deep breath now. I’m counting down, and I don’t give a shit if you didn’t get to breathe before.” He said. “Three… Two… One.” He pushed his hard length as deep as it could go, and she gagged around him. “Eyes on me, you fucking whore. Look me in the eyes while I choke you with my cock.” She moved her eyes to his, and tears trickled down past her cheeks, mixing with the spit on her chin – she was a fucking vision, gagging on his cock, breath stolen from her, and he wrapped a hand in her hair, holding her in place as he began fucking her throat, pushing deeper than he had before – she choked and gagged, spit drippled onto her legs. Steve grunted and Bucky shot him a quick look. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” He commanded. “Buck…” “No. not yet.” He was panting as his cock slid in and out of her throat until three taps landed on his thigh. He pulled out of her, and she gasped and coughed. He stroked himself. “Good girl, you took me so fucking well, didn’t you?” He praised and the sounds she was making made him fucking feral. It was insane, the chokehold she had on him. “Thank you, daddy.” She croaked, a smile on her swollen lips. “Am I forgiven?” His eyes darkened and Steve chuckled. “Oh, baby girl, you don’t know what you just did.” Bucky tugged her hair tightly back and slapped her cheek again before gripping her throat tightly. “You think you’re forgiven just because I used your throat?” She whimpered. “Oh, no, you’re not. I’m going to use you like my fucking fuck-doll, and you’re going to take it. After that, I’ll let Steve cum in your throat and then we’ll see.” He sneered. “You’re such a fucking needy girl. Stupid.” He tightened his grip on her throat. “Turn around, ass up, face down.” He let her go, and she followed suit – her damn fucking skirt rode up and it took every ounce of self-control to not just fuck her raw right then and there. She laid her head on the floor and he stepped over to her face, placing his boot on her jaw, pinning her to the floor, and bent down slightly. “Look at you, you dirty, fucking whore. Ready for me to just give you anything, huh?” He tasted metal. “Yes, daddy…” She moaned, wiggling her ass a little. Steve groaned again. “Man, can I…” “No, you asshole.” He turned back to Y/N and added a little extra pressure on her jaw; she mewled. “If you beg me once, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking use your legs for a month.” He spat at her, teeth baring and wrapped the buckled end of his belt around his hand. She saw and her eyes fluttered closed. He chuckled darkly and straightened up to his full height before going behind her to look at her ass. He hummed as he rolled the skirt up and let it bunch around the waist. “Fucking dirty, little girl, aren’t you? Wearing no panties, just wet and ready for whoever wants to stick a cock in you?” She whimpered as he let his long, thick fingers slide against her folds and dip inside of her. She pushed back against him, but he removed his fingers roughly. “Don’t fucking think you’re getting anything out of this, little girl.” He ran his hand over her ass. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you? Teasing me, acting the way you have?” He kept his hand on her ass. “Answer me.” A smack landed on her and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Y-yes, daddy, fuck, I’ve been bad…” She answered breathily. He could see how fucking wet she was, and his will to punish her almost waned at the sight. “Count ’em.” He barked before drawing his hand back and swung the belt down on her cheek with a hard whisk through the air. She yelped as it made contact with her, the skin instantly going red. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got marks that’ll last months.” He said with a devious smile, before smoothing his palm over the red streak. “Color?” She moaned at his touch. “Green.” She was breathless but the answer was clear. “Good girl.” He let the belt fall on her bare cheeks ten times total, and at the end, he could see her slick drip down her inner thighs and her mouth moved with silent begging. She was shivering.
“You did so good, baby girl… You did so good for daddy.” He soothed the skin on her ass with his hand and he blew cool air on the reddened skin. She moaned at the feeling. “Buck, I’m fucking seconds away from exploding.” Steve grunted, palming his cock through his jeans. Bucky rolled his eyes. “Fucking fine. Just… Wait until I’m in her.” He grabbed a hold of her hair again as the sound of Steve’s zipper reverberated through the room. He slowly let her stand on shaky legs and let her to the desk, bending her over it. “Steve, move front.” He nodded towards the desk to the end, where her face was, and Steve lifted an eyebrow at her. She whined. “Stevie…” He chuckled. “Nu-uh, baby girl. You got yourself here, clean up the mess.” He simply said, letting his cock spring out of his boxers. Bucky chuckled and stood behind her. “Steve, get your belt. Tie it, bind it I don’t care, but get it on her fucking arms.” He ordered. “Yes, sarge.” Steve rolled his eyes but followed the direction anyway – Bucky snarled at him. “Do that one more time and you’ll choke on my cock.” Steve gulped. “Sorry.” He tied her hands down with the belt and Bucky took his own off his hand, gently sliding it around her throat and let the end loop through the buckle, giving him a leash. He tugged it to the side, very careful to have enough room for her to breathe a little and not crush her windpipe. “Color?” He asked, tugging it slightly. She was in sub-space completely, and didn’t answer him, her eyes trained on Steve’s cock in front of her. “Baby girl, you gotta answer or I’ll have to punish you.” He let his palm fall to the top of her ass, and she whined. “Color, baby.” He tugged on the makeshift leash again. “Green, daddy.” He massaged her ass gently. “There’s my girl.” He cleared his throat and lined himself up behind her – he let a single finger dip inside of her and she moaned, bucking her hips. “I don’t even need to stretch you out, do I? you got so wet from me punishing you, you fucking whore? Yeah, you want daddy to fill you up, fucking breed you?” he growled. “Fuck! Y-yes, daddy, please, I just… Need you.” She whispered, and Steve’s cock twitched in front of her. “You want his cock in your throat, baby girl?” He leaned over her back, cock nudging at her dripping hole. “You want to get fucked in your mouth by Steve, while I fuck you stupid with my cock?” She mewled. “Y-yes, daddy.” “Earn it.” He grabbed a tight hold on the leash and yanked it to the side, her head following; her sounds were fucking sinful, and he was well aware he wasn’t going to last long. “You better take all of me, got it?” She nodded once. “Good girl.” He let his fingers stroke her cheekbone and in one big thrust, he was buried inside of her.
She screamed at the sudden intrusion, lurching forwards on the table and panted. “I can’t, you’re too… F-fuck, you’re too deep!” She moaned out, spit pooling under her. “No, baby. I don’t care if you think I’m too deep, you’re going to fucking take it, because what?” He inched himself forward a little, nudging her cervix. Fuck, she was tight. “B-because I’m a good, little…” She moaned. “I’m your slut, I’m your good little slut!” “There’s my girl.” He drew back and slammed inside of her again, her walls dragging and tensing around him. “Fucking hell, Steve… Should’ve taken your chance, when you had her…” He chuckled. “’You can touch now.”   “Thank fucking God.” Steve began slowly stroking himself, letting the tip of his cock rest right in front of her face. “You want him in your mouth?” Bucky asked, his balls slapping against her clit, making her moans tumble from her lips. “Yes, yes, please…” “Get it, then.” He fucked her relentlessly, as she tried to stretch her neck to reach Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “So fucking desperate for a cock in you, aren’t you?” Bucky rumbled, picking up speed. He was ramming her deeply, feeling her flutter around him. “You’re so fucking eager.” Steve’s voice sounded and Bucky almost whined at the sound. God, he’d missed this shit. She tightened around him. “Oh, is my little girl gonna cum? You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock?” She nodded and finally, with a gleeful moan, got Steve’s cock between her lips, precum smearing on her lips. Bucky stilled completely as Steve began fucking her mouth, groaning at the feeling. “You’re not fucking coming. Not until you’ve begged for it.” He whispered, wrapping her hair around his hand again, forcing her to take Steve deeper. She whimpered around his cock, her walls tightening again. She gagged when Steve pushed deeper in, and he chuckled a little. “Fucking hell, Buck, you should see her face. She’s so fucking cock-drunk, she can’t even see straight.” Bucky chuckled as well. “Now, I’m going to fuck this pretty, wet, tight pussy, but you’re not coming until I say so, baby… Show me you deserve it.” He whispered and began driving his hips back and forth again, his cock twitching inside of her. She felt like fucking heaven, so tight and so fucking wet, he had half a mind to stay inside her forever. “Shit, baby girl… Look at that pretty pussy, taking me so well, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help himself – he was looking at the way his cock slid in and out of her, and he almost came when she whined and choked on Steve’s dick. “Goddamn… Steve, take the reins.” He handed him the belt and Steve yanked it a little, feeling out where to tighten it to make it just right.
Bucky shifted his weight slightly to angle a little upwards, while his fingers found her clit. She whimpered and shook, trying to hold back her orgasm – he was getting close too, but refused to cum before her. He might be many things, but a selfish man, he was not. “Come on, pretty girl, beg around Steve’s cock.” He angled and hammered her hard, her swollen lips sucking him in. Muffled sounds came from her throat mixed with gagging, and he chuckled. Steve moaned. “What? I can’t hear you.” She tried again, but with the same result. Steve pulled out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with his cock instead, leaving a trail of spit on it. “Come on, let him know.” He said nonchalantly. “P-please, I’m begging… Fuck, l-let me cum on your cock, daddy, please… I’ll be good, I pro…” She moaned as he hit a certain spot within. “I p-promise I’ll be good, daddy, please, please, please…” She was clenching him so tightly, he barely had a chance to move and he chuckled. “What do you say, Stevie? Should we let this little cum-slut get her way?” Steve sighed dramatically. “If I get my cock in her mouth again.” Bucky laughed. “Fine. Baby girl, you can’t cum until he’s in your throat.” She nodded eagerly. “Yes, daddy.” She opened her mouth and Steve slid inside of her again, while Bucky picked up the pace. She squeezed tightly around him. “Yes, there’s a good girl… Fucking cum on my cock, baby.” Wetness gushed from her and her legs shook, when her orgasm took her over – she was barely standing, his hands on her hips holding her to the table, seemed to be the only thing holding her up; she whimpered around Steve’s cock again and her pussy pulsed around Bucky’s hard cock. “Fucking hell, baby, you want me to fill you? You want daddy’s cum in you, like a good little slut?” She nodded and gagged as Steve drove his cock deeper inside of her throat. “Yeah, fucking take it, baby… I’m going to fucking fill you, you’re going to be dripping with me for days.” He moaned and panted, the pace faltering as he neared his high. She pushed her ass back against him and he groaned, fingers bruising her hips. Steve was moaning as well, clearly getting there too. “Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl, taking all of me so well…” He was rambling and he knew it, but he didn’t give a shit. She was pushing back against him, her walls clenching and releasing around him, and he couldn’t hold back for much longer. “Steve, don’t fucking cum until I’m done.” “Dude…” “Don’t start with me!” Bucky grumbled, driving himself as deeply as he could. She was whimpering and gagging, spit pooling under her chin on the desk and her pussy was gushing wetness as he drove himself over the edge.
He came with a roar and slammed his cock as deep as he could, balls slapping against her clit as he filled her with his spend; he was panting, and it felt like he emptied his goddamned soul into her. He stilled and kept his cock inside of her, holding the cum in. “You’re such a good girl, took me so well, baby… Look at this fucking pussy, just swallowing everything I give…” He chuckled and watched Steve going faster and faster, keeping a tight hold on the belt to keep her in place. “You did so good, baby… I’m keeping this fucking cum inside of you, my little whore.” He kissed her shoulder and she gagged again. “You want Steve to cum, huh? Want him to cum all over your face, baby?” Steve smirked and she nodded. He pulled out and began fisting his cock, looking down at her face – open-mouthed and tongue out. “Fuck, you really are a cock-drunk little bitch, aren’t you?” She mewled and Bucky joined in on it, keeping his finger on her clit, rubbing small, rough circles. Her hips bucked against him. “She’s finally dumbed down, isn’t she? I think her face would look prettier covered in you, don’t you Steve?” He nodded and tightened his grip on his length, nearing the edge. Bucky moved his hips lazily, keeping his semi-hard cock sliding in and out of her. She was shaking again. “You want to cum again, baby? You think you’ve earned it?” He asked, slapping her ass a little. She mewled. “Yes, please… Daddy, please, I’ve been so good…” She rambled, her eyes on Steve’s cock. They both chuckled. “Then cum, baby. Stupid, fucking, slut, cum for me and Steve. Let me hear those noises.” She came hard, screaming out in between moans, her legs and arms shaking; Steve came on her face with ropes of hot cum, coating her lashes, nose, cheeks and some on her tongue. She moaned at the feeling and lapped up as much as she could.
Bucky finally stilled completely and caught Steve’s eyes. “Can you go get her a wet towel and a bottle of water?” he asked softly. Steve nodded and tucked his length back in his pants, before leaving the room. Bucky pulled out of her – and for good measure, he added a few fingers to fuck into her slowly, pushing his cum deeper inside of her. She moaned brokenly, clearly completely spent. He gently removed his fingers and kissed her bare ass, keeping a hand on her back as he slowly unwrapped the belt from her throat and her hands. She whined as it fell from her, and he could see the marks on her wrists and neck. He kissed her forehead before swiftly scooping her into his arms, carrying her bridal style to his room. She curled up against him, hands around his neck.
“Here you go.” Steve came inside and sat the wet towel and water next to the bed. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Bucky nodded gratefully. Steve smiled and left, closing the door after him. “Relax, baby. I got you.” He murmured, gently cleaning her off; the cum from her face and thighs, where it had dripped down, her folds and the sweat from her body. He raised the water bottle to her lips and didn’t let down until he was satisfied with the amount, she managed to drink. She sighed and she could barely hold her eyes open.
He laid down next to her, drawing gentle circles on her arm and tucked her close to his body. She wrapped her arm around his torso. “I did good, daddy?” He shushed her. “It’s okay baby, you did great. I’m just James now, baby. It’s okay.” His lips kissed along her hairline as she slowly came out of her space, her grip on him tightening. “You okay, peach?” She nodded. “I’m great.” He smiled against her hair. “Good girl. Get some rest.” She shook her head tiredly. “We should talk.” She mumbled against his chest. “Later, sweetheart. We’ll get to it later.”
There wasn’t anything to talk about for him at least. Despite the way it came about, he was more than happy to have her back in his arms. That’s all that mattered to him.
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undivided is actually the book ever heres a list of my thoughts on stuff that happened:
heavy spoilers ahead:
argent being silly as always
THE ORGAN PRINTER!!!! OH MEIN GOT!!!!! ITS HAPPENING!!!! WE'RE GONNA DEFEAT UNWINDING WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!!!!
connor and risa being silly together... if only lev was here
cam saying some weird shit... whats new
argent and nelson are the duo of all time
theres homosexuality and then theres whatever the fuck hayden has going on
starkey.... my arch nemesis...
nelson making me angry whats new
cam actively plotting connors downfall like a pixar villain... he's like the evil mole in gforce
DIDI IS BACKKKKK WOOOOOOOOOOO
risa being badass whats new
risa kills a man ? extremely common risa ward W?
RISA
THE STORKS FINALLY GETTING RID OF STARKEY WOOOO!!! BEST DAY EVER!!!! I LOVE BAM!!!
hayden's fuckass radio station... i love it
argent gets the other half of his face taken... that sucks i guess?
divan: the could-have-been-tumblr-sexyman
okay.. connor is feeling sad about his family again
okay connor has left to find his family and deliver his letter.. okay... lets hope this goes well
WAIT
NELSON IS HERE NOOOOO
CONNOR COME BACK
NOOOOOOO SONIAAAAA
NOOOOOOOOO RISAAAA
NOOOOO CONNOR
NOOOO LEVVVV
GODDAMNIT FUCK YOU NELSON YOU FUCK ILL KILL YOU
NOOOOO
KEEP THOSE MEN AWAY FROM RISA FUCK YOU DIVAN
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO CONNORRR
STARKEY IS DEAD!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO A WIN FOR EVERYONE EVERYWHERE
connor is angsting...
divan feeds connor lobster :D divan feeds connor lobster D:
WAIT
WAIT CONNOR DONT SAY THAT
WAIT
WAIT NO
WAIT RISA WHATS HAPPENING
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
IM LOSING MY MIND
CONNOR NOOOOO
IM GOIGN TO KILL MYSELF
IF CONNOR DIES I DIE
NOOO
WAIT
ARGENT COMING IN CLUTCH??? WHATTT??
NELSON IS GETTING UNWOUND
LETS FUCKING GOOOO
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
CAM BEATS PROACTIVE CITIZENRYS ASS... GOOD FOR HIM
GRACEEEEE GIRLBOSSING AS USUAUL
WAIT
CONNORS ALIVE???
WAIT
OH MY GOD
LETS GOOOOOOOO
HES A LITTLE MESSED UP
THE ADMIRAL IS HERE
LETS GO
I LOVE MY LIFE
YESSSS
CAM AND UNA GET MARRIED ? WHY?
WHAT IS HAPPENING
LEV AND CONNOR AND RISA REUNION OH MY GOD
okay we're staying in cy-fi's house :D
wait
wait
wait guys
DID CONNOR AND RISA JUST HAVE SEX WHATTT
WAIT
THEYRE GETTING KIDNAPPED
AGAIN
NOOOOOOOOOOO
WATCH HIS SEAMS BRO JUST GOT PUT BACK TOGETHER
NOOO
oh
okay this is the feds
we're good
WAIT
WE'RE AT THE RALLY THINGY
OKAY
CONNOR IS GIVING THE SPEECH OF ALL TIME
wait...
CONNORS FAMILY
GROSS
I HATE CONNORS FAMILY!!!!
"can you forgive us" NO BITCH!!!! EAT LEAD!!! (WHIPS OUT SUBMACHINE GUN)
the book has ended...
pain
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⟡ chenle x oc fic
⟡ summary: brooklyn's annual brooklyn greensvelle dance happens, and chenle and maris seem to have their own promposals to work on. but the thing is, a promposal maybe also was a confession to each other's love.
⟡ genre: romance w enemies 2 lovers
⟡ word count: 2,822
⟡ work/alternate in ao3
⟡ author’s note: schoolwork had me OCCUPIED on the spot :') part 5 coming soon but im unsure....
"I accidentally almost told Maris that I love her."
"You... what?"
"It happens, sometimes."
"I did.... when she introduced herself as.. Maris.... I was like 'Oh, the woman I love's name is also Maris' but before I said the name I stopped right there..."
"She was confused."
"She better be."
"Goddamn, Chenle, do you not really recognize her that well?"
"Her hair was down! Not my fault it was!"
"You can't recognize a person when her hair is down??? Chenle, what the hell?"
"I can't! What, do you expect me to look at her face? I'm not confident to do that! She'll think I'm a creep,"
"Looking at someone’s face and beauty is not being creepy, why are you.. all of a sudden so stupid?”
“Exactly, it’s not creepy, Le. You just think it is because of society these days.”
”Maybe.”
”Looking at someone is normal. As long as it’s not so appropriate then that’s fine,”
”Perhaps I know she looked at you too.”
”Me, me? Jaemin, she never looked at me one bit.”
”But in some situations she did and you did, too.”
”Right.”
”But, guys, after I said all that, suddenly I backlashed at her for that movie. I didn’t mean it.. I mean I tried to keep the movie from anyone because I know that’s Maris’s favorite, then I just wanna keep it from anyone so that’s why I’ve been saying that I hate it these days.”
”That’s what you’ve been doing? Gosh, that’s why you’re always approaching me and Jeno telling the both of us you’ve been getting way more hate than any past day!”
”Well, I’m sorry?”
”Doing those is not a way of keeping a movie from someone. Just because it’s Maris’s favorite movie doesn’t mean you’ll keep it from someone else who loves it too.”
”Jaemin is right.”
”But, I just wanna make her feel special and make everything about her about me too.”
”And keeping it from anyone is how you’d do it? That’s not good.”
”… Might.”
"Chen, gatekeeping things is not the goddamn key to making everything about her about you. That's why she hates you because you kept it away from her, then you backlashed Maris because you thought it wasn't her again last night, called her delusional 2 times last night. How more stupid can you be?"
"Because, again, her hair was down. I didn't want to look or stare at her face to recognize her."
"Because, again, you think it's creepy? Goddamnit, Chenle, make things make sense for once!"
"Jeno, calm down."
"I'm sorry?"
"Wait, but I've thought an actual solution for this.."
"Huh?"
"What about you ask her out?"
"What the hell, Jaem? She'll hate me more for this? Besides, she's in school! I'm in dismissal and she's in class?"
"What the heck are you thinking, Jaemin?"
"Exactly, Jaemin, this isn't a good solution. Perhaps might get worse."
"Correct. Something would happen. Think of something else."
"No, but I got it. If this happens, somehow maybe ask her out, go to Central Park? Then you can apologize there."
".... That's it?"
"I have no other choice, but if I had, then this plot changes. Come on, Chen, get your game up."
"...."
"I'll give you her number if you want. Tell me how it goes."
"Hah! I won't!"
"... Fine, but the thing is, you guys have to totally love each other. Apologize there and that's what can make her love you."
"..."
"Is this even a good idea?"
"Jeno, don't worry. It's my specialty."
"Jaemin... what the hell."
"Shhhh. Baby, it'll be fine."
"That's not happening--"
"Fine, give me her number."
"See? Don't doubt me, Jun."
"... What the actual heck."
"Okay, so her number is 0911-405-2093. Text her now as I know she's in dismissal either."
"I got it."
Call history, 14 January 2023, 2:48pm, Duration of call is 2 hours, 7 minutes, 9 seconds
Months have passed.
Maris and Chenle start becoming friends... and developing feelings.
It's now August.
"This August, we will have the annual Brooklyn Greensvelle Dance! And for this one, as usual, you will have a few weeks to ask anybody to the dance! It doesn't matter if you want to make it nice or not, as long as it's like a prom-posal, it's fine!"
Brooklyn Greensvelle Dance.
This is a tradition and an annual event. Everyone goes there. Maris, well, one time went for it too. To her, it was kind of bad. But this time, she wanted to make a little effort for it.
"So, prof, if you mean ask anybody, you mean all of us can ask almost anybody? Unlike the past years?"
"Yes, Maris. Anybody."
Anybody.
Anyone.
"Anybody... so..."
We know signs. We see them. Almost everything.
"If anyone..." Chenle then looks at Maris, knowing that she's thinking what he's thinking. What even are they thinking? Promposals. Sure, maybe she'll do the promposal, maybe he'll do it. Does it matter? Does it depend? Maybe, it does.
"You're thinking what I'm thinking," Maris blurts out, still looking at Chenle while the professor was explaining about the Greensvelle Dance. "And you want to do it... don't you?"
"Okay, now that I have explained everything, class dismissed." The professor declares, which had made Maris and Chenle rush to the door as they knew what they were thinking about. As in, what the both of them are actually thinking about, right now, right here.
As Maris and Chenle parted ways, they ran to different directions. They were looking for a professor that can help them to make a good promposal. Again, it takes 3 weeks to make a promposal, because in 3 weeks, that's the dance! No one can ask them anymore.. nobody.
"Professor Do?"
"Sir Ten?"
And there it goes.
"Oh, Maris! What should be it that you called me right now?" Doyoung responds, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He smiled, fixing his glasses and the books he's currently carrying right now. Maris smiled, chuckling. "I need you to help me for my promposal." said Maris, fixing her shirt. "Greensvelle is in 3 weeks, and I need to make the best promposal ever. Can you be a volunteer for me?"
Doyoung smiled, nodding before he responds, "Yes! Sure, I would love to help you. What do you need?" as they walk away to an empty classroom that he uses often.
"Chenle! What do you need?" Ten then stops by a corner, pulling Chenle. Chenle then responds, "Can you help me for my Greensvelle promposal? Pleaaaase?" He pouted, giving puppy eyes as he knows Ten will say no. But, luckily, he said yes. "Alright, alright, you don't need to make puppy eyes. It's a yes." Chenle jumped, smiling. "Although I might have to teach you some things as you're still a new student. Let me help you." as they also walk away to an empty classroom, unused.
"Now, Maris, I will have to ask you: is this your first.. Greensvelle?" Doyoung walks around the classroom as he tried writing down things on the whiteboard to help Maris. "No, Professor. It's my second."
"Ah! Your second, I see.." He wrote down the things in the whiteboard, checking at Maris who was still sat on the table. "By any other question.. who do you want to go to the dance with?"
This was pretty tough. Pretty, pretty tough.
"Now, Chenle, this must be your first right?" Ten sits down beside Chenle, looking at him before he kept things in mind in order to help the boy. "Yes, it's my first." said Chenle. He was pretty nervous about all this promposal-dance thing, since this is his first dance as during junior and senior prom, he had nobody with him those moments.
"Now, let me ask, who do you want to ask to the dance by any other.. chance?"
Oh, please, we all know what they're thinking.
"Chenle."
"Maris."
"Chenle?" Doyoung widens his eyes, scoffing as he wrote it down again. "Didn't you tell me you hated him back then?"
"I did! But I'm starting to develop feelings and somehow that makes me want to go to the dance with him... Does that feel wrong?"
"Well, hate becomes love so I don't see anything wrong.. with it.." He wanders around again, thinking about the two of them. "And besides, you feel safe around him right?"
What a question.
"Yes, I do."
"Maris... isn't that Jaemin's sister? Whom you hate?" Ten then asks, remembering who Maris was. "Huh, can't believe that changed from hate to love," He chuckled, making the boy seem a little, teeny bit shy.
"Maybe, maybe." He shyly responded, holding his hands nervously. "I mean... I feel safe around her."
"I may feel safe around him but anyhow, whenever I'm with him it's like hell for 20 minutes or more. It's like, he's in hell with me."
Doyoung giggles, now going towards Maris to face her.
"Alright, alright, did you bring some stuff for you to prepare this thing?"
"Nuh-uh, just some pens."
"Ah, I see."
”I see that, you do feel safe around her.” Ten smiles, giggling and walking around the empty, messy classroom.
”She just reminds me, that love is always around me and that makes me feel the safest around her. Whenever I feel scared, I remind myself that Maris stays with me and then I’m not scared anymore.”
”So, it’s like, when you’re scared, you remind yourself of her telling you to not be scared and suddenly you’re not fearing of anything? That’s… wow.”
”Exactly, sir. She makes me remind myself that I’ll always keep a smile whenever I’m with her.”
Love has never been this colorful and vivid all along around.
Love has never, ever, felt this powerful and loud around an empty room.
”But, nevertheless, it’s like, he makes me feel like I’m really not scared of anything, at this point.”
Doyoung chuckles, looking at Maris while he crossed his arms, feet tapping on the ground. "I see, so apparently that just shifted?" asked Doyoung, in which Maris nodded.
"He just... reminds me that he stays with me nevertheless. When I mean that, it's like, when I'm alone, he's just there to... to stay. To comfort me. To keep me safe. To protect me." She spoke quietly, sighing as she looked around while she sat there in the desk chair with Doyoung, who is currently still wandering around the classroom thinking of stuff to make up for a single dance promposal. He wants Maris to go smoothly over the promposal, hoping that nothing would go bad.
"Alright, I got your back, Maris. I'll get you the most special promposal ever, promise."
"You bet that?"
"Of course, I do, tsk." Doyoung clicks his tongue, smiling at Maris before he winked, making Maris giggle and laugh at the sudden gesture.
"Maris is next door..." Chenle hears the laugh coming from the west, realizing that it was Maris as she recognizes her laugh... and her pitch whenever she does it. He came closer to the wall, hearing Doyoung speak and apparently her, which, considered obvious, made Chenle jealous. Seeing his smile fading having to know she is in a room with a guy he doesn't know made Ten concerned. He walked there, hearing all that conversation while looking at Chenle.
"Oh, my... you seem jealous." Little did they know, Maris can hear all the fuss going on from the east at the walls. It's obvious. "For what are you jealous, Le.... I'm sure she's just getting help from someone for promposals, that's why."
In fact he was right, but unfortunately.... as you know Chenle, he doesn't believe in things such as those (because as the tables have turned.... Chenle is the obsessed yet delusional one for Maris. Ever imagine how a few seconds ago he was probably thinking of him and Maris kissing under a fireworks show then suddenly get jealous because Doyoung's there with Maris? Crazy...)
"It's impossible she's getting help from promposals, it's clear she's probably flirting with another man right now when I'm here.... I wish I'm him." He sighs, sitting down while hearing everything from beside. Ten chuckles, sitting down too and looking at him, shaking his head. Chenle got curious, wondering, "Why are you chuckling? This isn't funny that I like Maris and---"
Something cuts him off and it's realizing that actually Maris can hear the conversation from beside because he can hear what she says too! Which... I deem... extremely embarrassing, even though the Lees and Suhs told Maris about it like 7 months before... which until now Maris doesn't really forget as it's in her mind ever since. It never erases... it's like things written in the whiteboard using a permanent marker.
"Realized just now that Maris can hear all of your blabbering beside?" Ten chuckles, again, teasing Chenle before he shushed him, covering his face in embarrassment. "You're dead, Chenle. You're dead."
"Shush! I can't believe that happened..." Little did Chenle know, again, Maris knows. She's been hiding it for literally 7 months without any notice because she didn't want Chenle to know... because she's gonna be killed right on the spot.
Doyoung, on the other hand, gave Maris some advice for the dance. "So, if you're gonna ask him to the dance, make it a little glittery. Make a sign that---"
Until something had cut them off at the moment; Chenle and his blabbering from the not-so-soundproof-walls. Doyoung stopped walking around the classroom just to hear all that blabbering from the wall, and so did Maris who also stopped writing to hear the blabbering from it, too. When Chenle said all that "crush" thingies, Maris wasn't surprised. She's known all this from 7 months ago, of course she's familiar about the things her crazy-boy cousins told her in the picnic.
"Is-- Is Chenle saying he likes you?" Doyoung whispers, making sure Chenle didn't hear that conversation as he knows he's really close to that wall right now trying to hear the conversations they're talking about right now. "Oh my-- oh my??"
Doyoung acts surprised, not just because of Chenle but how unsurprised Maris looks as if she knows everything indeed. She shrugged, looking at the latter before she nodded. Having a boy her age like her for 15 years was so... normal to her. It was like, something that she was already used to.
"Why are you not surprised?? He likes you back, isn't that amazing?" He whispers back, looking around incase. Thankfully, on the other hand, Ten and Chenle couldn't hear their secret whispering as they thought everything just got silent after Chenle suddenly blabbered about how much he likes Maris. He, maybe, thinks that Maris found out now and suddenly she's surprised! She is just standing there shocked and couldn't speak anymore! Which, actually, is not what's happening right now.
"I'm not surprised because I've known this for 7 months because of my cousins..." She sighs, shrugging again before continuing to write whatever was on the whiteboard. Meanwhile, Doyoung was just there shocked and silenced and... speechless after it. It's not Maris who's surprised but Doyoung, as if he's the one who got someone to like him completely.
"So you're not surprised?"
"Tsk, it's been obvious."
It has been obvious, after all.
"Why can't you hear anything...?"
"Well.... okay."
"Because they're probably not speaking or they're speechless! You've caused silence, Chenle."
"Huh?? Just because I said I like Maris??"
"Maybe... because she finds out you like her so she's silent right now because you just accidentally blabbered on a non-soundproof wall."
"Shhhh! I don't want her to know!"
Unfortune for them. Even Jaemin probably told Maris about it. Too bad.
"Are they still blabbering on the wall???" Maris accidentally says it out loud, looking at the wall which leads to the blabbering. She paused her writing for the meantime, closing the ballpen as she walked closer to the wall, sitting down and sticking her ear like what Chenle is doing right now, slowly hearing the conversation.
"Did she say she heard the blabbering???" Chenle asks Ten who was in front of him, getting nervous as he realized Maris actually heard the blabbering. He just sat still, trying his best to hear more of it.
"She totally did hear the blabbering." Ten responds, nodding before he scooted closer to the wall to hear Maris and Doyoung from next door. Though, Doyoung was silent but Maris was on the wall, too.
"Dang it! Now I'm doomed!"
"It's fine, Le."
"It is never fine to know I got heard! Now she's gonna tease me all day about that!"
"That what? You like her?"
"She's next door, Sir!"
"My bad!"
"Oh... god."
"They're bickering about the blabbering. Come here," She beckons Doyoung, giggling and chuckling while she continued to listen from next door. Doyoung walks to the wall, sitting down in front of Maris and getting to hear everything that was happening from the other wall.
"Hah, seems like Chenle is over-the-wall-embarrassed."
"Shut up, Maris!" Chenle screams from the other wall, after hearing clearly that Maris is probably making fun of him with Doyoung. Well, it's kind of true that he's embarrassed and flustered over there and well, thank god she can't see how flustered he is right now (but is kind of terrified Ten would tell Maris...)
"After I heard the blabbering? Okay, so you're not embarrassed?" She asks him, chuckling as she didn't actually want Chenle to know she's known it as she wanted to surprise him with it by, like, maybe the day of the promposal.
"I am embarrassed! I don't wanna hear you say it. Nope."
"Say what?"
"Damn it, nevermind,"
"Huh, alright, seems weird of you."
Timeskip: at home with Jaemin (Chenle)
"Okay, calm down, Chenle. You blabbered on the wall about you liking her? And she heard it?"
Jaemin himself knew that this day would finally come. It's finally wonderland for him because of the incident! Wow! Next thing is that Maris and Chenle confess to each other and then again it's Disneyland in Jaemin's world! Finally! World peace! But again, Chenle and Maris feel like they're trapped inside a cage apparently by Jaemin because of how crazy obsessed he is with the two of them. It's like wonderland for him but torture hell for the two of them. Shame.
"..... Uh-huh?" He pauses a moment before he speaks, not even wanting to speak up even more. He just sat there, dozed off. Jaemin was over there, staring at him in confusion yet joy on his crazy mindset. It's like, two emotions reacting, like a 'Yay! I'm happy, but what is it again?' situation type of thing.
"Oh, well..." Jaemin stands up, facing Chenle, "If she heard it then what'd she say?"
That's the exciting part, well, for Jaemin. For Chenle, it's not exciting but still so embarrassing and.... mind-haunting.
"She said nothing but made fun of me in the other room." Jaemin laughed, knowing that it's pretty much a Maris thing that she makes fun of someone doing a super embarrassing thing around her (especially Chenle). He sat down again, not even responding as he didn't react much about it.
"What? Don't you hate it when Maris does that?"
"Damn, who told you I hated Maris making fun of embarrassing things?"
Apparently, Jaemin never hated it. I mean, Jaemin makes fun of really embarrassing awkward stuff too... sometimes.
"You...?"
"Stupid, I told you Maris making fun of embarrassing stuff is what she got from me, not that I hated it!"
"Huh? You said that...?" Chenle, in shock and confusion, sat up from his seat as he realized, Jaemin didn't actually hate Maris making fun of embarrassing situations. It's maybe that he heard it from somebody else or he misheard it wrong (most likely mishearing).
"What do you mean I said that, of course I did! Did you by any chance mishear it or something?"
"I think I did mishear that..." Chenle admits to mishearing Jaemin, scratching his head as he clicked his tongue, chuckling awkwardly and softly. Jaemin sighs, putting his arm around Chenle's shoulder, scooting closer to him. He looked at Chenle, smiling softly as he chuckles while he rolled his sleeves up and laid his head on Chenle's shoulder.
"It's fine. Forget it anyway," He responds to him, clicking his tongue and hugging him softly as he wrapped his arms around the other. He nods, doing an "okay" gesture at Jaemin before he slightly moved away from the older. With that, Jaemin sulked. "Hey, why are you drifting away from me??"
Chenle then looks at him, laughing as Jaemin sulked and pouted at him just because he slightly moved away from him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. "Did Renjun even give you hugs or you're just that touch-deprived?" He asks while he laughed, with Jaemin pulling him closer for a tighter hug.
"Duh, Renjun gave me hugs!" He responds again, rolling his eyes while he hugged and embraced the other tightly. "It's you that I miss hugging."
"Why did you not hug me the past few days? All you did was talk and not hug... me?"
"Renjun would be mad!"
"Why would he be mad?"
"Cause he's jealous," Jaemin pouted again, sighing while he was held by Chenle (though he didn't want it) at the couch, two of them only. And yes, Renjun is actually a jealous type of person because, whenever he sees whoever being with Jaemin, he's gonna end up texting him because of how jealous he is which causes them and Jaemin to separate for him to go to Renjun quick.
"I thought you're the jealous type?"
Who in the world is giving Chenle the wrong information for things? Why does he misheard things like, all the damn time? What makes him think of things wrong and what even makes him hear things wrong either? Not even Jaemin. Not even Renjun, or Haechan, either.
"I'm not the jealous type," He sighs at the other, looking at him before he let go of him just to face him. "What made you even think I'm the jealous type?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh, I know: just because I'm a top in a relationship means I'm the jealous type? Not all tops are jealous, Chenle."
Bingo.
"Damn it, Jaemin. It's not about that," He sighed, rolling his eyes at the older. "I just think you're the jealous type because you look like it."
In fact, Renjun and Chenle are always jealous for things. Earlier, Chenle was jealous.
"Maybe you're the jealous type, not me nor Renjun," the latter responds, looking at him as he guesses if Chenle is the real jealous type. And, again, bingo! Chenle is the jealous type. He would totally not let any man (excluding the Lee cousins... and also Renjun & Jaemin) hold, touch, or see Maris in any way possible. No, he would not let that happen to her. No, he would not let anyone approach or go near Maris (except if it's her brother, her brother in-law, her cousins since she's safe around them). The moment Jaemin guessed about *that* trait, Chenle suddenly widened his eyes, sat up as he perked up at what he said. He hesitatntly nodded, chuckling awkwardly. "I am... the jealous type."
That made Jaemin perk up either as he smirked and chuckled, coming closer to Chenle, responding. "Ooooh-hohoho, you're the jealous type, huh???" He smiled, shaking Chenle gently. "Jaemin--- does everything related to me and Maris perk you up for no reason...?" He asks, which perked Jaemin a little more. Chenle, in the other hand, is a little bit concerned for Jaemin's craziness for the two. "It does perk me up! I just like seeing Maris and you together because you would make a good couple toge--"
Kaboom.
"We're home, Jaemin!" Maris opens the door with her keys, appearing with shopping bags from the mall, resulting in a shopping spree with Renjun who was beside her right now, holding other shopping bags. She smiled and looked at Renjun, giggling at how much money they spent using Renjun's card. Apparently, Renjun wanted to take Maris shopping because today was, from what Renjun calls it, Thursday Pay-day. Usually, when Renjun gets paid on the 3rd Thursday of the month, he takes Maris shopping for anything whatever needed.
"I took Maris shopping because Greensvelle is about in a few weeks so... I bought her dresses, heels, accessories, and whatever she wants. I also bought some clothes and stuff for myself too so that all my money is spent for pay-day, like how it usually is for me." Renjun tells the two, showing off the shopping bags before he set them down in the kitchen counters, helping Maris set them down too. He then came in front of the two of them, sitting down on the floor.
On the other hand, after Jaemin and Chenle heard the keys inserted inside the door knob, they kept silent and awkward ever since Jaemin blurted out about how good a relationship between Maris and Chenle would have. They were flabbergasted-- more like, shocked and scared; terrified. They got a little nervous as Maris and Renjun sit on the floor, which results in Jaemin and Chenle looking at each other, chuckling embarrassingly and awkwardly. He whispers to Chenle, "That was a really close one," with Chenle responding. "I can not believe you said that!"
We can not believe Jaemin said that.
Timeline: 10:37AM, August 19, 2023, Brooklyn Estada University
"You're planning to do a sign?" Ten asks the younger, who is currently sitting down in a vacant chair inside his empty classroom. He nods, thinking of more ways about it.
"So, you're planning to show up at his house while he's gone with Jaemin, so he'll end up coming home with his interior decorated in the dining room, stating 'Zhong Chenle, will you dance with me?' That's... that's pretty creative," Doyoung bites the top of his pencil, tapping his feet on the wooden floor while listening to Maris and her ideas inside his classroom that is apparently vacant due to the schedule input.
"Yeah and... Professor Do... I actually need you to be there with me for that happening." She asks permission to Doyoung, looking around before she wrote down the things she thought of earlier. "I'm terrified it won't go well without you so... can you be with me?" which results in Doyoung nodding at her and saying it, "Yes, sure!"
Chenle didn't hear the permission, but heard the "can you be with me." You can already see how jealous Chenle looks from next door, as they're in the same place from 2 days ago. He again went near the wall, with Ten following him, sitting down and sticking his ear in it to hear.
"Who is Maris with?" said Chenle, interested in the talk over. "Oh my... Maris has a boyfriend?" Chenle suddenly surprises himself with what he was assuming, with Ten not even sure if Maris does have a boyfriend or that's his bestfriend, Doyoung over the other room.
Again, Maris hears it. She looked at Doyoung, with her eyes widened after she found out about what Chenle just said; which is him saying that Maris has a boyfriend! Wow! Even Doyoung got shocked. about it. After that, Maris and Doyoung just looked at each other awkwardly while Chenle continued blabbering on the other room. Then, they laughed about it and then started clapping while they laughed silently, which makes it that all you can hear is clapping and heavy breathing from the laughing.
And then, here goes Chenle who is apparently traumatized over something that... we don't know yet. And that is: Chenle assuming and thinking Maris and Doyoung are having sex from the other room because he heard clapping and heavy breathing! And maybe thuds because of the stomping and the crazy laughing while on the chairs together. When Chenle heard all that, he mouthed "What the hell???" to Ten, which caused him to chuckle.
Ten didn't find it weird. He already knew they were laughing about what Chenle said because he clearly heard the laughing, but Chenle didn't because he wasn't as close as Ten was to the wall when he heard all that.
Timeline: 28 August, 2023, 1 week before the Greensvelle Dance
Right now, currently, Ten and Chenle are at the open school hallways to walk around looking for a place to plan the promposal and finalize the materials. Once they passed through the Amanda Greensvelle Park, he paused his words and stopped walking not because he felt something unwell, but to spot Maris from a few meters away with her professor, Doyoung. That time he spotted the two, his smile, which caused by thinking about having the best promposal he could do, turned into a frown. He was thinking and assuming that Doyoung was her boyfriend because of how close they look to each other (When, up close, they're literally both writing down things because Doyoung is gonna project these ideas to Maris for her to write it down) and how Maris looked so happy around him, smiling and all that which caused Doyoung to pat her softly.
"What's wrong, Chenle? Feeling unwell?" Then, the latter asks Chenle if he's feeling unwell because of how he paused between words and suddenly stopped walking. Chenle just continued watching the two, which caused Ten to also look at them. He chuckles, seeing his bestfriend, Doyoung, be with Maris to get some help. "Hm, seems like it's about Maris, huh?" replied him, which results in Chenle nodding while watching. He knew that he was assuming Doyoung is Maris's boyfriend, and that he was probably getting jealous at the two. By the thought of it, he chuckled, putting his arm around Chenle's shoulder, replying, "I can see you're jealous, and you may have an excuse or reason to state it to me when I know you're being jealous for no absolute reason." in which, Chenle got confused.
"What in the world do you mean with I have no reason to be jealous?? Maris has a boyfriend! How can I not be jealous---" Chenle semi-yells, but gets cut off when Ten shushed him just to tell him,
"Shhhh. That's Professor Do."
Who now??
"Who??"
"Maris's professor...? Didn't she tell you about him... by any chance?" Ten, suddenly concerned, asks Chenle about the Professor by any chance. He thought that Chenle already knew about Professor Do. He thought that Chenle already knew about him because he thought that Maris already told him by any chance but well, no, she didn't. She never actually told him about it by any chance by then.
"No... she didn't..."  Chenle was still shocked. He was kind of embarrassed but at the same time he wasn't. A few minutes later, he realized that the guy he thought Maris was having sex with (in which, she didn't) was her professor and that he wasn't her boyfriend at all. He turned around just to face Ten, eyes widened and pretty much shocked.
"You're telling me her professor had sex with her??? On the other room 9 days ago????" asks Chenle, who is, again, too much shocked from all of this happening. Ten shaked his head, raising an eyebrow at him. "No! She didn't have sex on the other room!" responds Ten who was just standing there pretty neutral.
"That's her professor! Why would she have sex and maybe do porn with her own professor with a wife and a child??" Ten again responds, with Chenle asking, "She did porn??? And made Doyoung cheat on his wife??? Making her a mistress?"
"No, Chenle! What the heck are you talking about?" This was the moment Ten got so icked out by Chenle. He got so icked out that he backed off a little bit. "What the hell is making you think of this?"
"Oh-- wait... Oh." Chenle suddenly realizes that he kind of heard those wrong. He then covered his mouth with his left palm, sitting down in the bench as he got so embarrassed after that happened.
"And then you'll get pink decorations and golden balloons for the promposal inside his house? Huh... does he like pink?"
"He... he does. He really loves pink."
"Huh, okay..."
Right now, Maris and Doyoung are sitting somewhere in the park, writing down the plans Maris will be doing for later. Whilst that is happening, Ten and Chenle already leave the venue after they spent a few minutes out there. Good thing Maris didn't notice the two so it was totally fine.
"Again, I need you there later. You're gonna help me with the decorations and the balloons."
"Uh-huh... I swear I'll take a ride with you inside Jaemin's car later," Doyoung chuckles while he responded, winking and tongue clicking at her. She also giggled, putting up a thumbs up. "Alright, also we should buy materials at Target because I kind of maybe forgot to do so yesterday...? Because of, well, you know who."
We already know who!
"Jaemin?"
"Of course, my brother who is soooo interested in my love life." She rolled her eyes, finishing her notes before she closed her notebook and fixed her hair while she looked at the older. He looks back, smiling as he closed the notebook wishing the best for Maris. He responds, "Well, I guess he's just waiting for a time you get a boyfriend, I guess..."
"As he always is." She chuckles, rolling her eyes. Her rolling her eyes made Doyoung laugh, reminding him of the days when Ten forced him to get a boyfriend just because it was a solution for him so that he won't get jealous, like what Maris is currently going through right now. He placed his head on his left palm, playing with his pen while probably listening to whatever Maris is saying right now.
"You know, Professor, Jaemin is kind of irritating sometimes-- everytime he asks me about Chenle I get so irritated like does he really know I hate him? This is why I haven't told him about me liking Chenle back because I know he'd be extremely excited about it by then, like for example if I did tell him about me liking Chenle he's gonna probably throw a party and give cake to the neighbors," She rolls her eyes again, sighing as her explaining that would be a common thing Jaemin would do. I mean, yeah, Jaemin would really do that just because Maris just shared a secret she never wanted to share to him, ever.
"Huh, I do see that," He laughed, fixing his glasses. "I mean, Jaemin gets excited because you're stuck with Chenle... which makes total sense because I guess after years of persuading Chenle to confess to you and then the time coming now he got so happy because he wanted this to happen, so that makes total sense and I get you."
Since when did Jaemin persuade Chenle to confess to Maris in the past and why did Jeno nor Renjun tell her about this? After all the stuff that Jeno had spilled in the picnic date a few months ago, it wasn't really as obvious as it is that Jeno hid one thing: Chenle wanting to confess to Maris 6 years ago but didn't as he *falsely* found out she had a boyfriend. The thing is, Maris never had a boyfriend and never in her life she had one. It was probably just a rumor after seeing Taeyong be with her just because Taeyong took her to get ice cream and then shopped with her like what Renjun does to her almost every single payday. It's just that Taeyong got busier he no longer can give her ice cream on payday.
"Oh... well, I see that."
Maybe yeah, he did confess which was hidden.
Timeline: 4:13 pm, 28 August 2023, Chenle's house
All the materials have been prepared, now currently Doyoung is blowing balloons, and Maris is calling Ten just to tell her about the plan and maybe be part of it too. Chenle currently texted her, saying, "Meet me in my house tonight" but at the moment, she is at the house. While Doyoung blew balloons, Ten arrives.
"Hey, so you called," Ten opens the door, setting his stuff down and removing his coat before he headed to Maris and Doyoung. Doyoung paused all his balloon blowing as he settled the inflator pump down to the table. "I diiiid call. Does Chenle know you left for a personal circumstance?"
"He does, he's with Jaemin right now," He exclaims, with Maris gesturing an OK sign before she proceeded to do her stuff.
Chenle actually prepared something in his room, for Maris to get to. But, Maris already gave him a surprise at the dining room at the kitchen, so it's two-for-two... maybe!
"Also, hey Do!" He greets him, waving as he came to help Doyoung with the balloons while it wasn't really that late yet for anything.
Whilst Maris was hanging the balloons, she sensed that Ten kind of wanted to tell something to her that he couldn't hide any further. She approached him, whispering. "Spill your tea, Sir. I know you've been hiding that and you just can't hide it any further."
"Ugh, you got me, alright, I'll tell ya," He whispers back, beckoning her to the living room as she tells Doyoung they'll be back. Then, he whispers again, saying, "So, Chenle actually decorated his room for you for the promposal."
That didn't leave Maris surprised. She chuckled, responding, "Huh, pretty common of Chenle to do that."
In fact, it was true. It was common of Chenle to do that.
Then, suddenly, Chenle texted.
Now texting: Chenle
Chenle:
Hi
I'm coming there now. We're on the way
Maris:
kay
hope your car crashes you're a bad driver
Chenle:
Rude
But are you at my house right now waiting?
Maris:
of course
Chenle:
Okay
Just wait
4:20 pm
"Oh, crap!" As Maris hears the notification, she stood up, running to Doyoung as she yelled, "He's coming! Hide ASAP!" and as Doyoung hung the last balloon, he hid under a table in the kitchen, and then Ten hid at his room. Maris just stayed at the living room for minutes before Chenle arrives, setting down his coat and stuff at the hanger before he sat down beside her. "Hey." He greets her before he wraps her arm around her shoulder.
"Hey, too." She replies, smiling brightly as he stood up. "Follow me."
And then, there had the best scene everyone could never reenact. Ever.
As they went upstairs, he opens the door just to see Ten over there as he smiled, leading her to a room for her to see stars around the ceiling and a sign hanging on the wall, saying, "Dance with me?" as he smiled brightly. He took the sign hanging, as he knelt down in one knee.
"Maris Celine Lee-Na, May I, Zhong Chenle, take you to the Amanda Parks-Greensvelle Dance?"
And there he was, prom-posing to her.
And then, she nodded.
She nods, and there was only one answer she can say:
"Yes, Chenle, I will dance with you."
She said yes. She did.
Chenle smiles, standing up as he hugged her, looking at Ten who pulled up a thumbs up as he winked, giggling. He then held her hands as he let the sign go, ready to say a word.
"Other than that, I just want to say--- I like you. I like you so much. I've felt this way for already 9 years. I really love you, Maris-- and I'll always feel this way for you."
In which, she nodded, "I know, silly. I like you too."
And kaboom, her promposal was scrapped, instantly.
"You do...?"
"Of course, silly-- and I've known all of that since then."
"How do you know I've liked you for 9 years?"
"I know everything, it was obvious."
And then, throughout there it was. A whole new relationship.
"Okay, now, what are we?" Now that they're into this situation now, what are they? Are they... crushes? Friends? No longer enemies?
"In a relationship."
And this was the start of something new, indeed.
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napneeders · 1 year
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an excerpt from the "Stede and Izzy re-enact their fight/fuck for Ed" fic that I'm going insane trying to finish as per usual. (based on the stizzy encounter in Pressure but I don't think reading that is required.) no smut yet in this part.
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"As you know," Stede addresses his audience, "last winter I was sailing up and down the Caribbean, searching high and low for you, my darling (but mostly sealevel, I suppose). Eventually I made my way to the Republic of Pirates, for there I thought I could glean some information of your whereabouts and current doings, for the rumours thereof were many but none of them very helpful to my quest –" Great, now he's used the same conjunction twice in a row. He hopes neither of the others noticed.
"I could not believe my luck when not half an hour into my excursion I spotted one Israel Hands on the street! For –" oh, goddamnit "– I knew he must be there at your behest, and therefore could lead me to you! To confess my love, etcetera."
"Etcetera," Ed repeats, "gotta love the etcetera. Big fan, myself."
Izzy lets out a long-suffering sigh.
Stede may not be a great storyteller, but he would consider himself an adequate performer. Emphatically more than adequate in certain circumstances, such as when he and Ed suspend all kinds of disbelief for each other. Currently, Izzy's less than enthusiastic participation is putting a bit of a damper on his creative vision, but the show must go on.
"Perhaps quite understandably, in retrospect, Izzy fled when we caught sight of each other, but I pursued him. So I chased him across half the Republic –"
"It was about three blocks, Bonnet."
"– until he backed himself into a dead end! And here I think we enter the scene, let's see now –"
Stede's eyes scan the space for a suitable representation of their environment.
"If you don't mind turning a little, Edward, let's suppose this space behind the sofa is the alley. Izzy, if you don't mind."
"This is still fucking stupid."
"Shh," Stede hushes dismissively, "get into character, Izzy. Get into the alley."
Izzy walks over to the assigned space, recrossing his arms as he gets there. Ed twists around in his seat to see both of them.
"The character is me, I don't need to –"
"Well, you were being a surly bastard just as you are now. Shouldn't be hard, should it?"
Stede gives up on his patience. It's a gamble, but a man and a director, not to mention a pirate captain, has to take one sometimes. He steps forward, grabbing Izzy by the neck of his shirt to keep him from conceding the space. Izzy's head tilts up to look at him. Good.
Stede finds that taking the performance seriously is often the best aid to a hesitant co-star.
"You were scared," he reminds Izzy, an order more than a statement. "You were scared and angry and no doubt wanted me dead, if only to stop being so scared."
Izzy looks mutinous but his eyes flicker across Stede's face, and Stede doesn't miss that they pause at his lips. Crucially, he stays silent.
"Oh, we're cutting straight to the action?" Ed interjects.
"No, this is still… preparation," Stede says, letting go.
He backs away from the stage of their impending re-enactment, coming to a stop in the wings by the drinks tray.
"So, I ran into the alley – are you ready for me?"
Izzy gives him a withering look, but nods.
It's not quite a big enough space to get into a run before he has to stop. Maybe he should have started all the way at the door. But his body is already moving – the few half-jogging steps he takes feel ridiculous.
"So –"
Izzy darts into action. In uncertain sequence Stede's back slams into the wall, Izzy slams into his front, and the knife appears at his throat. The adrenaline rushes back in.
"Oh, that's good," Stede breathes.
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The World Engulfed Pt.3
Tainted Ancients AU - purp-yam
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CW: language, violence, slight blood mention, kidnapping, slight non-conensual touching
Y/N - Gender Neutral
<<Part 2
"Damn!...Shouldn't you be in a nursing home already?!" Cherry Licorice Cookie was dodging almost every attack thrown at him. "Ahahaha! Such a smart mouth for a boy so young!" "I'm a grown ass man, goddamnit!" "You cannot avoid me for long!" "We'll see about that old lady!" As Cherry Licorice and Poison Hollyberry Cookies battled, Healer Mushroom Cookie hid, he didn't know what to do but watch. "Reader Cookie! Take Healer Mushroom to safety! Quick!" Taking Healer Mushroom by the hand, you ran into the nearby trees watching your friends fend of the Tainted Ancients. "Light Enchantress, dearest why do you make it so hard for yourself, I mean aren't you tired of fighting and for what? The sake of the 'greater good'? Oh please! Be realistic!" Tainted Vanilla Cookie held her hand, caressing it. "Wh-what is this..! What games are you..playing with me! Stop it!" "Remember the olden days when you where called-" "Don't you dare! Don't you dare say that name!!" "-Wilted Lily Cookie." "I am not...her anymore. You know that, you all know that!" You paused as you realized Tainted Vanilla didn't lie to you. He was telling the truth all along but she's changed you thought as the conversation went on it gotten more intense..it almost sounded like a marriage falling apart. "My dear, my queen, my pretty, you know that we belong together, to rule the entirety of Earthbread!-" "NO!" Light Enchantress pushed him away which made him angrier.
"Ugh!! This is why you're hopeless! Friends, kill them, strangle them, stab them, whatever just get rid of them!" "Hahaahh...he's not getting tired or anything, I don't know if...I can keep going on!" "Don't give up hope just yet, I'm coming up with a spell, hold out a little bit longer.." "You're skill is inadequate, tacky, unworthy of a fight such as this!" "You were never there for me, father!-" "Don't you dare call me your father! I was ashamed of you from the very start!" "I'm almost done! Just keep going!" They were in a dance of death, Milky Choco nearly being decapitated, his body tired and bruised at the constant speed of dodging and swinging his sword. "I...I cant..go...on..." Exhausted he fell before the cold king himself. "MILKY CHOCO!" Fudge Icecream Cookie screamed. "It's too late, saving him is a waste of time, traitor-" "SHUT UP!" Fudge Icecream concocted a poison spell, "By day by night you feel my might, by night by day you feel yourself drift away!" Burnt Cacao fell on his knees, feeling the effects of the spell. "A-ah! Milky Choco Cookie, are you alright?" Milky Choco turned on his back, staring weakly at him, "Yes..I just need a little rest is all." Fudge Icecream sighed in relief.
"Uhh guys!! Need a little bit of help here if you don't mind!" Cherry Licorice was still battling with Poison Hollyberry Cookie. "Do not worry Cherry boy. I've got ya!" Sliced Pomegranate Cookie appeared showing off her two-blade style accompanied with the grace and beauty of a ballerina. "Oh ho! Two against one? Isn't this gonna be some battle! Hahahahah!" Cherry Licorice, and Sliced Pomegranate were working in unison while also retaining their own fighting style. Cherry Licorice more of a potion guy (much like Fudge) but also fights using his staff, while Sliced Pomegranate used her agility along with her two-blade fighting style despite her small size. Watching this, you wondered why can't you do anything? After all you have been trained in situations like this.
You looked into Healer Mushroom's eyes, they looked so innocent and scared. "Hey, everything is going to be okay. No need to be scared." "B-but everyone..fighting..I dont like fighting..." You couldn't just sit there, hmm..ah! "Hey! Can't you like..I dunno heal others?" He perked up a bit, looking with confusion. "Urmm..yeah but I dont know if it...will work." "Be confident, I know you can do it! Try Milky Choco over there." "Oh..alright I'll give it a try." Healer Mushroom Cookie walked over to Fudge and Milky Choco Cookies. "Child, why are you here at this time? You're too young." "I-i wanna help! I...don't wanna just be in the sidelines watching my family get hurt! I wanna prove that I can heal!" Both of them were astonished by Healer Mushroom's bravery. "Since you're so passionate about it then..give it a shot." He had second thoughts but he couldn't back out now! "'Shroom! Give it your all!" You shouted, boosting his courage. When looking at Milky Choco closely, he had small cuts that bled little by little, it made him sad. "Okay! Shroomie...shroomie...shroomie!!" And just like that, multi-colored shrooms encased Milky Choco, releasing a chemical smelling of pancakes. "Is it...working?" Fudge shared a small smile. "Yes, you did it, Healer Mushroom Cookie." "I..I really did?! Yay wahoo!...Reader Cookie, look!"
Inside the castle...
Tainted Vanilla Cookie was just chasing Light Enchantress at this point. "Oh sweetheart, why do you have to be a FUCKING NUISANCE!" Tired, she couldn't run anymore and had no choice but to confront him. "Stop it! I've already made up my mind! You can't tell me what-" "YOU PATHETIC BITCH! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER WANT AND YET YOU CHOSE THE WORLD INSTEAD OF ME!-" Moldy Cheese Cookie interrupted the intense moment. "Erm, boss." "WHAT? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY TELL ME ABOUT RIGHT NOW?" "They're beatin' us up really bad and I think...uhh..what was I gonna say again..?" Tainted Vanilla growled out of anger, "IDIOTS, IDIOTS! How dumb can you be!?"
"Pssst! Light Enchantress Cookie, come with me." "R-reader Cookie, how did you.." "Shh not right now." As soon as both of you were at the doors, Tainted Vanilla Cookie was holding both of you by the neck. "You have annoyed me for quite some time child, it's time for you to join Light Enchantress punishment." And just like that you tried to speak but your throat was too tight to even mutter a sound. For a moment it was dark, are you dead? No, you were just knocked out. "Ughh...Reader Cookie..? Oh my goodness Reader Cookie are you okay?!" "Huh..Oh yes my queen, but..where are we?" She sighed, "I'm afraid we're in his chambers." "What?WHAT?! Not again!" "Shhh I know but stay quiet." As soon as she said that, footsteps can be heard just beyond the door. "Oh sweetheart, trying to comfort your little naive scout of yours I see?" "It's none of your concern, tainted one." "Aw you're still cold towards me after all these years?" Putting on a hurt face, stroking her thighs.
. . .
It was quiet, not a normal quiet but a quiet that can send chills or make you uncomfortable. The others started to noticed that you and Light Enchantress Cookie were missing. "M-momma? Where are youu?" "READER COOKIE! DEAR LIGHT ENCHANTRESS!!?" "COME ON READER COOKIE, DONT DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!" "AWWH COME ON! NOO!" "THIS ISNT GOOD, THIS ISNT GOOD AT ALL, PLEASE IF YOU'RE PLAYING A PRANK, IT ISNT FUNNY!" Fudge Icecream thought of someone, someone he knew a long time ago. "Ahem! Everyone! I (possibly) know someone that could help us"
"And who might that be?" Sliced Pomegranate Cookie being skeptical as ever. "Hey it's better than nothing!..so who is it?" "Yeah yeah..please I want to see Momma Light Enchantress again.."
"It's a stretch but...Blueberry Cake Cookie...
TO BE CONTINUED >>>
Writers note: I hope the wait was worthwhile!
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littleperilstories · 1 year
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Whumptober 2022: #25 :: Silence is Golden
Whumptober Masterpost Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”
Whumpee: Freddie Howell
Whumper: Kain Brockhurst
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CW: restraints (handcuffs), gag (duct tape), choking
Fen & Freddie
Follows Day 19 and precedes Day 23
Brockhurst breezed in, apologies on his lips as if he were late to a business meeting, not talking to someone with tape over his mouth and his hands cuffed behind his back. “You’re looking well. How are you feeling?”
Of course, after having his hench-people drag Freddie from that room—he refused to think of it as “Fen’s room”—Kain Brockhurst made him wait.
Freddie kept his eyes on the ceiling, or the floor, or anywhere he didn’t have to meet the gaze of the men standing guard. The woman had disappeared, and he wondered if she’d been given different orders, something to do with Fen. What if that’s where Brockhurst was? What if he was hurting—
“Sorry to make you wait.”
Brockhurst breezed in, apologies on his lips as if he were late to a business meeting, not talking to someone with tape over his mouth and his hands cuffed behind his back. “You’re looking well. How are you feeling?”
Freddie looked away and said nothing.
“Right, right. How rude of me. Let’s get that off, shall we?” In an eerily smooth motion, Brockhurst crossed the room and ripped the tape from Freddie’s mouth.
“Shit!” The curse word spilled out, involuntary, as the glue took half his skin with it. At least, that was what it felt like.
Brockhurst laughed. “Let’s try again. You’re looking well. How are you feeling?”
He really expects a fucking answer.
Freddie gritted his teeth. “Fine.” He wasn’t sure how much he should be toeing the line, here. The man seemed to be on a different plane of reality at least half the time. If Freddie just gave him what he wanted—what he could give him, anyway—would it make any difference? Or was there going to be pain no matter what?
“Really? Because you looked pretty rough last time I saw you.”
A shudder ran through Freddie’s body. This is a trap. Of course Brockhurst knew Freddie had been a wreck after being whipped. Yet now he was here, apparently “fine”?
He knows, then. If the thought had been voiced, it would have been accompanied by an exhausted sigh. He probably had Fen’s room–goddamnit, that room—bugged. Maybe he’d already heard Fen admit she’d healed his back enough to stop the bleeding.
Freddie couldn’t think of a single thing to say, so he clenched his jaw and fixated on a single point on the wall.
“Let’s start with a civil conversation, how about?” Brockhurst grabbed another chair and sat directly across from Freddie, breaking the laser focus of his stare at the wall.
Start…
“I’m awfully curious,” Brockhurst said, “about your relationship with my old friend’s little sister.”
The thought of verbalizing his feelings toward Fen Bailey-Song to this monster made Freddie want to hurl. Brockhurst must have seen the look on his face; a malicious smile pulled at his mouth. “What is she to you?”
Freddie glanced around, trying to read the faces of the men standing guard, hoping they’d give him some indication of what the fuck was happening in this conversation, but no one gave him even an inkling of context. Or guidance on how to respond.
It had to be another trap. If he said, Everything, that was an easy way to use her for…whatever it was he wanted. If he said, Nothing, it would take zero effort or creativity for Brockhurst to call his bluff.
That just left everything in between.
“We’re friends.”
Brockhurst pursed his lips and nodded, responding rather hyperbolically to this answer. “Good friends?”
“Yes.”
Freddie realized suddenly how damn hot it was in this room. Sweat clung to his brow, beaded on his bare skin—his torn T-shirt long gone now. Thirst was starting to claw its way up his throat.
A trap, this is all a trap, a game, it’s something. Brockhurst hadn’t simply called him here to gossip about his past with Fen. It had to be leading to something. “What the fuck do you want?”
Brockhurst grinned, wolfish. Not a hint of shame. “I confess I do like a good doomed romance story every now and then.”
Freddie couldn’t keep the embarrassment or the anger off his face, and Brockhurst burst into a laugh that filled the room—menacing. Suffocating. “‘Good friends’—sure, kid, whatever you say. You tried to infiltrate my compound on your own for a friend?”
“I couldn’t stand looking at those fucking videos you were sending anymore!” Freddie sat up straight, rage coursing through his veins. His arms pressed against his back, and he wondered if any of the wounds had opened again, blood mixing with the salt of his sweat. “And Bridget was doing fuck-all about it—” 
A wider grin spread across Brockhurst’s face, and Freddie knew he’d somehow messed up, somehow fallen into whatever trap had been laid for him.
“Ah, so you have been hiding out with darling B this whole time,” Brockhurst said. “I thought as much.”
Fuck. That’s what he wanted—information on the hideout. Where Bridget was hiding with his goddamn formula.
“I bet you could tell me exactly where it is,” Brockhurst said softly. “If you wanted to. We could make a deal, you know. You and Fen could walk free, live your lives, get married in an embarrassing, elaborate ceremony and have painfully adorable children together. If you wanted that.”
I do. I do fucking want that.
“You know,” Brockhurst said, “that bitch didn’t answer when I called her this morning?”
Freddie gulped.
“Maybe B isn’t going to come save the two of you. Maybe it’s all down to you, kid.”
Freddie closed his eyes. No. It can’t be. She’s not going to leave both of us here. There’s no way. No fucking way.
“Did B tell you what the formula was?” Brockhurst’s eyes gleamed. Fanatical. Unstoppable. “Show it to you?”
“Obviously not,” Freddie muttered. He wished he could back the chair away, but that would involve pressing his wounds directly against the back of the chair for leverage.
“It’s the most powerful serum the lab ever produced,” Brockhurst said. “That I produced. Perhaps the most powerful chemical in the world.”
Freddie rolled his eyes.
“The person who takes it—wields—” The glint grew brighter. “Why, they could change the world.”
“Maybe they could stop criminals.” Freddie couldn’t stop himself. “Kidnapping, torturing, all that shit. Just gone.”
Brockhurst looked at him, the light dimming, twisting into something hard. Angry. “You think this is funny?”
“Not at fucking all—”
Brockhurst reached forward and caught hold of his throat. Squeezing. “I think I want to know every little detail of your little stay with Bridget and the others.”
You and Fen could walk free.
A lie, Freddie realized. There was no way Brockhurst was going to let both of them walk away.
“Yeah—right—” he choked.
The fingers squeezed tighter. “You think I won’t get it out of you?”
He would, no doubt. But Freddie would hold out as long as he could.
Without loosening his grip, Brockhurst leaned in close, his breath hot against Freddie’s ear. “You better start talking, you dumb bastard. Or you’ll find out just how far I’ll go to get my formula back. I’m fucking done waiting for Bridget to get off her ass and bring it. This ends. Today.”
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gumnut-logic · 2 years
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Tangerine Summers (Part One)
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This one is planned to be a short one and an exercise to get my COVID sluggish brain working again. A good chunk of Part Two is written and I don’t foresee anything more than three parts - then I can get back to Number Four with a more functional brain.
Many thanks to @katblu42​ for reading, listening to my whining and whinging and for help with the plotwork which I was whinging about.
Warnings for bushfires/wildfires and a brainless Nutty who hasn’t written in well over a week, possibly two. Also whump, cos I’ve returned to my roots to crank up the brain.
I hope it is okay.
-o-o-o-
Tangerine summers…sunlight on fields of wheat, rustling in waves across the plains…the scent of orange juice with that secret ingredient only Grandma knew.
Yes, Grandma. She made the most wonderful orange juice. He never did find out what she did to give it that extra sweet spice. It was the deepest orange he had ever seen.
Maybe.
Lillies. Orange lillies in the massive bouquet he had bought for his prom date. They had been the exact opposite of his purple hair and struck a harmony. She had hair like John’s so they were perfect, deep burgundy pollen dusting his sleeve.
The scent of burnt cinnamon and sweat.
He blinked and orange lit up everywhere. Flame burning his retinas.
“Virgil!”
There was darkness like the inside of hell, lit by angry embers. Orange, deep vermillion and the threat of red, struck by incandescent white heat.
“Virgil! Respond!”
And the sound! It roared into his skull, rattling away any comfort and replacing it with alarm in the fog that was his mind.
“Virgil! Goddamnit, John, he said he would be okay!”
With the alarm came urgency. He was supposed to be doing something. There was fear in Scott’s voice.
So much fear.
“Scott?”
“Virgil? Oh god.” There was a pause as if his brother needed to get himself under control. “Status?!”
“Umm…” Status? What was it his was meant to be doing?
Flame crackled and snapped around him. He was in his fire-suit or he would be dead, that much was obvious. But what was he supposed to be doing?
He was lying on hard ground, rocks biting into his back. But he couldn’t get up, something was holding him down and movement…
Hurt. Like a burn across his ribcage, a scorching torch on cold skin and a spike stabbed into his back.
It brought a horrible clarity for just a moment. Communicating simply that movement was BAD. Before everything fell back into disjointed confusion.
He reached up a thickly-gloved hand and discovered that there was also pain in his head…and a massive dent in the side of his helmet.
Oh…that explained the mess of his thoughts.
Didn’t it?
“Virgil! Status?!”
“Umm…”
His throat hitched and he realised another reason why he wasn’t feeling too great.
The smell of smoke. Eucalyptus smoke.
Bushfire…wildfire…a forest transformed into hell itself.
“That’s it. John, I’m going in.”
“Scott-“
“He’s not responding!”
Not responding… That was why he was here. Virgil’s eyes widened. He had convinced Scott that he could do this.
Do this…
Scott was trusting him to do his job.
His job…
His job was to save people.
Why was his head so much mush?
He had to get up and do his job.
Do his job.
He attempted to shove the weight off his body, but it wouldn’t move. It sparked and hissed. Not that he could hear it above the godawful roar of the conflagration around him. Embers flew, but the mass of darkness did not.
He was trapped.
The thought terrified him.
So he fought harder.
Instead of pushing off the object, he tried pulling himself out from under it.
His body screamed, but the thought of being held there, unable to do his job was greater than the pain his body could throw at him.
There were people depending on him.
Scott depended on him.
He had to do this.
Millimetre by pain-filled millimetre, he dragged his body from under the burning trunk of a tree. Because it was a tree. It had fallen on him. Memory splintered and fear gave him strength.
Wood snapped, snarling and angry.
And then there were hands grabbing at him. “Virgil!”
Sounds made it past his teeth, but they made little sense other than pain. He curled up on the ground, attempting to quench it with determination alone.
“God, Virg.” His big brother’s voice had a fear all of its own. “John, I’ve got him. Tell Gordon we need medivac, NOW!”
To get out of hell…but what about the ones he had been sent in here to save?
He pulled away from the shadow of his brother. He had a mission to complete.
And fell on his face.
“Damn it, Virgil.” It was hissed and not meant to be heard. Hands grabbed at him.
“Need to-to save-“
“They’re gone, Virgil. It was a long shot and we were too late. We need to get you-“
“No! No, I can do this.” He needed to do this.
But his body betrayed him and he was folding, coughing, hurting…
Scott caught him.
And began dragging him.
“John, where is Gordon?!” It was yelled above the inferno. The fire stank and clogged his nostrils. Somewhere in the daze in his head he was screaming that his suit had been compromised.
The world was emotion and blur as his brother dragged him through hell.
Until above the roar of fire, a gust of pure thunder tore at the darkness. The flames swirled under angry air currents and the air vibrated with sonic pulses designed to dampen.
He looked up and the darkness was split by spotlights and the dirty green belly of his ‘bird. She sang her vibrating music as her VTOL caught the remains of the canopy and incinerated it.
Smoke twisted into a blue sky beyond.
Virgil sucked in a breath at her beauty and his body caved into a hacking cough rife with pain.
Everything blurred.
Hands.
Harness.
And he was flying.
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TBC
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nctstany · 1 year
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Love Me Now
Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)
Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.
Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues
FOURTEEN
I said that I love him. Out of all the scenarios, why did I realize it after talking to a stalker-ish asshole? 
“Care to explain this?” Mr. Lee placed two articles in front of them. 
Oh right! I’m being interrogated.  
“In my defense….” Taeyong looked around the room even at Jaehyun for a moment but the other was sulking in the chair. Once he looked over a wave of guilt passed through him. He continued to look until someone cleared their throat and when Taeyong turned back, his father looked like all his patience was gone.  
“Wait, I'm thinking of an excuse.”
“Lee Taeyong, you are the only one causing trouble throughout this whole thing. Jaehyun has done nothing to give us bad attention.”
Taeyong and Jaehyun stayed silent as he went on about the steps they need to take forward in order to fix everything. 
“It’s almost over, just hold on a little longer.”
I don’t want to let go after.
“It’s still not my fault though. Yuta has been annoying since we were kids and this time he has an excuse.” 
“Just don’t get into any more trouble, dial it down a bit.” His father sighed, “You guys can go and I better see the both of you here with smiles on your faces for the press tomorrow.”  
His father waved them off and Jaehyun was the first out of the door. Taeyong followed right behind him like a puppy. He tried to reach out. 
"Jaehyun?" He spoke small and gulped, "Can we talk?" 
"About what? I'm busy." 
"Oh." Taeyong kept the tone and turned away quickly to hide his face, "Nevermind then." 
Jaehyun watched the other walk away with his head down. 
Goddamnit.
For once Taeyong hated that Jaehyun wasn't bothering him. 
"Taeyong!" 
He turned around quickly. 
"I'll see you later." Jaehyun smiled sweetly at him. Taeyong felt his shoulder untense and a smile crept on his face, "See you later." 
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"I'll see you later." 
God, it's the only thing that Taeyong has been thinking about since he got home. He's been sitting in his room just replaying Jaehyun’s words over and over again in his head. The way the words just made his heart warm up. Or the way he wants to so badly have Jaehyun home already. 
Oh no……I'm insane.
Like a freaking dog, he heard Jaehyun unlock the front door and like a normal person he ran into the living room. He casually sat on the couch, trying to control his breathing from running and didn't look over at Jaehyun coming inside. 
"Hey." Jaehyun called as he kicked his shoes off.
"Hi." Taeyong’s smile only grew, "Did you have a good day at work?"
"It was decent." The conversation fell short. 
"Um……did you eat? I can make you something." 
"It's fine." 
"Really it's no problem." Taeyong continued, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. 
"Stop." Jaehyun put his hands on Taeyong's shoulders and sat him back down on the couch. 
"What?" Taeyong looked up at the other with confusion. 
"Stop showing that you're sorry. I know you are." Guilt. It was something Jaehyun has been feeling since that day, "I'm sorry for overreacting and for not trusting you." 
"So you're not mad at me anymore?" A little smile appeared on his face that Jaehyun noticed but couldn't question. 
"I wasn't mad- I just- I was annoyed." 
"Annoyed?" 
"Yes."
"Annoyed about what?” Taeyong continued to ask because Jaehyun wasn’t answering. He just looked away and sighed so Taeyong continued on until-
"I don't like the idea of you with someone else!" 
Jaehyun was still gripping his shoulders, staring deep and never moving. Taeyong stopped breathing for a second, his heart pounded heavily in his ears and his mouth fell slightly open. 
"Oh-um.." Jaehyun couldn’t form a sentence. He just couldn’t believe that he said that out loud. "We should go to bed."
"Yeah." Taeyong finally spoke. 
They continued to stare into each other's eyes. Slowly breathing and bodies inching comfortably towards each other. It was Taeyong that noticed Jaehyun’s glaze on his lips. His heartbeat quickened, thinking about their lips touching again. It felt so long ago when they kissed by accident that night. Even if alcohol made the kiss more intense, Taeyong still felt something then, he just didn't believe it. There’s no alcohol this time so why is he looking at me like that? Why am I looking at him like that? Taeyong blinked the thought away and closed the distance, lips pressed against the others. Too scared to move or even deepen the kiss, he just stayed still for a couple seconds and pulled away. His eyes met Jaehyun's, who was shocked, smiling even and face quickly turning red. 
Oh god.
“Sorry!” Taeyong got up quickly and ran to his room, leaving Jaehyun in shock still. He turned towards the balcony and bought his hands to his face, “He’s fucking adorable.” Jaehyun chuckled with a sigh. 
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The next day came really fast. Taeyong blinked and it was already morning. He couldn't lie, he stayed up a little late and had to drag himself out of bed. He couldn't think straight. Having to be in front of people is the last thing he wants to do right now. 
"You ready?" Jaehyun popped into the hall fixing his silk button up that he tucked into his jeans. 
"You're wearing that? I feel a little underdressed." Taeyong stood there with plain jeans and a graphic hoodie that he definitely slept in. 
"You look fine. Let's go."
The ride was quick too quick even. Taeyong clinged to Jaehyun as they walked into the room with cameras pointed at them. Both of their fathers sat next to each other on the stage with a couple more important people next to them. Once the meeting began with Taeyong’s father starting it, questions started to come from the crowd. Camera flashes blinded Taeyong, the room was so loud. Jaehyun stood up to the front with the mic and answered those asking. It started off tame just answering stupid questions honestly, Jaehyun thought. A couple questions went and then the questions were being directed at Taeyong who was still sitting, trying not to let the flashing bother him that much. Jaehyun answered for him, seeing that the other was stressing under the pressure. 
“Why isn’t your husband speaking for himself?”
“He’s shy.” Jaehyun smiled, “Not really a people’s person.” 
“Shy enough to openly kiss another man in a crowded area?” Jaehyun was taken back and felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he could react he was already being turned and was kissing Taeyong. It didn’t last long. But it was enough.  
“I love him. We love each other.” Taeyong spoke into the mic and felt his face burn, “That man that kissed me was my drunk friend and my husband understands that. Any more questions?” 
The questions continued and Taeyong was the one to answer them as Jaehyun just stared at the other. With a blink of an eye it was over and the two were walking back to the car. Jaehyun could burn a hole into the back of Taeyong’s head at this point. He pulled Taeyong to stop and turn to him. 
“Why did you kiss me?”
“They bought it.”
"Did you have to though?" It was almost a pleading moan from Jaehyun and he couldn’t finish his thought. 
"You weren’t complaining last night~
“Shut up.” Jaehyun's face grinned as he walked away with the other. 
"Um Jae-" Taeyong reached out to him and Jaehyun quickly turned to face him again. "Yeah?" 
"I'm sorry……about everything. Putting you into this mess." 
"I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else." 
Heart pounding.
"Oh um……okay- do you want to go out to eat right now? My treat." 
"Yeah." 
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???’s POV
I just have to get him alone then it should be really fun. He’s always with that………that nobody. I turned the corner following behind and kept a good distance. Seeing them so close and smiling makes me sick. Those smiles have to be fake because I refuse to believe it. I thought that maybe tonight would have been the night but guess I was wrong with my timing. No worries, I basically know his schedule like the back of my hand. I’ll just wait some more and make sure that everything goes to plan. I’ll have my way and I just can’t wait to have my fun.
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