#I was a wreck finishing this last part I actually walked away at one point because I was so emotional

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A Reason To Go On - Final Part

Stalker!Ghost x f!reader

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TW: MDNI 18+, darkfic, stalking and obsessive behaviour, mental health issues, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, injury discussion, a happy ending

The winter weather is windy and cold when you arrive at the hospital in Simon’s rental car. There was no way he was letting you ride with him on his motorbike, despite you telling him you thought it would be fun, but his expression had made it clear this was not an option. You’d easily calmed him down though, it was becoming clear to you that you had quite an effect on him.

The connection between the two of you has only solidified since he opened up to you about his past, and your need to help him through this next step is unshakable. Suddenly finding yourself cut loose from your ties to the world has had a cathartic effect on you, and the huge guardian angel who made this happen is only a bonus.

The hospital is huge, with endless identical corridors and the ever present smell of disinfectant, and the NHS rainbows splashed randomly on the walls and windows giving it much needed colour. Simon clearly knows where he is headed, proof that he had spent time here in the past, sitting at the bedside of his former team mate as he lay in a coma. You think about how that must have felt for a man that had only just learned to open himself up to another person. To see them snatched away so cruelly, and not knowing if they’d return.

It’s not long before you reach the room and Simon opens the beige door. Johnny is sat up in bed as you carefully guide Simon through the door, the tension in his shoulders clear as he looks at his friend. The man in the bed looks thin and drawn, he has been in a coma for several months after all, but his blue eyes are sharp. The moment he sees Simon his entire face lights up in a gorgeous smile that belies his frail state.

“Fuckin’ hell, look what the cat dragged in,” he chortles with a thick Scottish accent.

“Johnny,” Simon mumbles.

“Who’s this?” Johnny asks, eyeing you with interest.

“Just a friend,” you reply and earn a sharp look from Simon.

“I may have a hole in ma brain but I’m not stupid,” he says with no malice and looks pointedly at Simon. “C’mon, spill. Is this why you’ve nae been coming to see me?”

“Bloody hell MacTavish, don’t start,” Simon grumbles and steps closer so he can hug Johnny tightly. After soft words are spoken between the two two you cannot hear, and wouldn’t want to intrude on anyway, Simon sits beside the bed and beckons you to join him.

As you round the and of the bed you see the lines of scarring on one side of Johnny’s head where his hair is missing, and you try to hide your gasp at the size of the wound and fail. Johnny catches your reaction but just smirks.

“I know, my hair’s a right mess,” he says and runs a hand over the side of his head. “The nurses won’t let me cut it the way I like it.”

“Not the mowhawk again,” Simon finally cracks a smile and chuckles, some of the tension bleeding out of him as he reconnects with his old friend.

“What can I say Lt, it’s my signature style!”

The two men settle into an easy banter and you sit quietly, listening to them going back and forth. There is clearly a deep connection between them, and you understand how hurt Simon was by Johnny getting so badly injured, especially if he felt it was his fault.

“Pass me the… the…,” Johnny frowns and waves his hand at the water jug on the end of the table by his bed. “Fuck… cannae remember the words for stuff half the time,” he growls, a look of irritation creasing his features as Simon pushes the water jug closer.

“Is that something that’ll get better?” He asks.

“Hard to tell, they keep saying a lot of maybe this and possibly that. It’s getting on ma tits, just wanna get out of here,” he grumbles and pours water into a beaker with an unsteady hand. You lean closer and help him steady the jug, and he flashes you a grateful smile.

“You gotta get better Johnny, takes time,” Simon tells him. He talks about his treatment plan, the physio he has to go through to walk again, the weeks and weeks of work, and Simon promises to be there for him. Just like old times he keeps saying.

When you begin to chip in and chat with Johnny, Simon watches you and how your warmth compliments Johnny’s own personality, you get on so well. It renews his need to keep you safe and he wishes he could still do the same for Johnny. The two of you forming a new focus in his mind.

Eventually the Scotsman begins to look more drawn, fatigue taking hold and he lies back down against the hospital mattress.

“Si, promise you’ll keep visiting? Come and keep me sane, aye?” He asks. “And bring the bonnie lass too.” He gives you a wink. “You two look good together.”

Simon raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t comment, your expression doesn’t stay as controlled though and Johnny chuckles at hitting a nerve.

“I’m keeping my promise, don’t worry,” Simon says before he takes your hand and walks you out of the room with him. His mind races as the two of you walk out of the hospital into the cold winter weather outside, the chill cutting into your skin and making you pull closer to him.

An idea seeps in with the cold, and Simon thinks of his earlier comment about taking you away somewhere far from everyone else. The idea germinates as he takes you back to the flat, until eventually, while the two of you lie in his bed together in the dark that night, he speaks up.

“I have an idea,” Simon says, “but I need your help.”

Captain Price drove into the carpark outside of the hospital. He was happy that Simon had kept up his visits to Johnny after their chat several months ago, even if he had felt like a shit for barging in on his flat like that. The hospital staff had even said he had gone to most of Johnny’s physio sessions, and had been instrumental in Johnny's rehab along the way. Hopefully this was the road to recovery for both of them, gods knew they both needed it, he thought with a heavy sigh.

Enough time had passed, and Johnny was due to be discharged from the hospital to a facility where he could continue his recovery. He had initially complained bitterly about it to Gaz, refusing to go, not wanting to be ‘babied’ as he put it. His complaints had died down after a while though, and Price was ready to help him make the transition. Simon had been very quiet about the whole thing, which seemed odd. There was also talk of a mystery woman who was often seen in the hospital with him, and who had become close with Johnny, but the staff, despite their love of gossip, didn’t know who she was.

Today, Price was going in to collect Johnny and move him to the rehab facility. He made the short walk to the ward, nodding to the familiar faces as he passed and noting their unusual expressions.

Price stopped dead in his tracks as he passed through the doorway to Johnny’s room and found an elderly woman asleep in the bed where his Sergeant should have been. His chest tightened as the implication struck him, his mind recalling the odd looks he’d had on the way in. He stalked out of the room quickly, pulse racing. Why had no one called him, why wasn’t he told anything had happened? He made it to the nurse’s station, fearing the worst, and looked down at the young man at the desk.

“Where’s MacTavish?” he asked simply, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Oh, didn’t you know? He was discharged,” the nurse replied with a worried smile.

“What? When?” He demanded, brown furrowed with confusion and alarm.

“Late yesterday. Mr and Mrs Riley came and collected him,” Price’s mind reeled for a moment as he took the information in. “They were in a bit of a rush because of their travel arrangements, but he said they’d let you know. Sorry about that sir. I’ll be honest we’re all going to miss him,” he continued talking but Price wasn’t listening now, he was walking out of the ward and towards his car through the late Spring drizzle.

Mr and Mrs Riley… What the fuck…?

Price fumbled his phone out of his pocket and called the number he had for Simon, not surprised as it went to voicemail immediately.

“Simon, its Price. I’ve just left the hospital. Call me,” he didn’t bother leaving a longer message, Simon clearly had a plan and whatever it was, Johnny had gone along with it happily.

Jumping into his car he headed to Simon’s flat, not bothering to try phoning again. He sprinted up the stairs, refusing to stand and wait for the lift to arrive, adrenaline fueling his legs as he went three steps at a time until he reached Simon’s door. He knocked loudly, bellowing for an answer until an irate, elderly lady opened her own door opposite and shushed him.

“Have you seen the man who lives here?” He demanded.

“They’ve gone you noisy little sod,” she snapped at him. “Not surprised with people like you comin’ round bangin’ like that!” She scolded him, waving a thin finger at him, clearly not concerned that she was half his height and a quarter of his weight.

“They… what do you mean they? Two men?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and keep himself together so he wasn’t yelling at a little old lady.

“The couple who lived there!” She told him like he was a child. “They moved out a few days ago, you’d know that if you were more polite. People would probably tell you things,” she muttered to herself and shut the door in his face with a scowl.

Price stared at the door for a moment. She said a couple lived here, Mrs Riley… what had Simon been hiding from him all this time? At a loss, he returned to his car and went back to his own home. He spent weeks trying to track down either man, but both phones went out of service a few weeks after their disappearance. Price spoke to everyone he could think of, almost asked Laswell to search for them, but nothing came up and he wasn’t about to get the CIA involved without any solid fear for their lives.

After a while, he gave up.

Three weeks later the phone on Price’s nightstand rang and buzzed, kicking up an urgent demand to be answered as the screen lit up the room. After a few seconds of confusion he sat up and answered the unknown number.

“Price, who’s this?” he barked gruffly, expecting a call to action he was already halfway out of the bed, bare feet on the cold floor. Instead he heard a familiar voice.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Simon’s unmistakable voice asked. The distinct sound of gulls in the background, combined with the sound of waves had the Captain sitting back on the edge of his bed again dumbfounded.

“Simon? Where are you?” he asked, and heard a genuinely amused chuckle in reply.

“That’s strictly need to know,” he replied cryptically.

“Is Johnny with you?”

“Yes, he’s here and doing well,” Simon said, and Price heard the warmth in his tone as he spoke. Something he hadn’t heard in a long, long time. Emboldened by this change he took the plunge and asked the burning question.

“And how’s the Mrs?” There was silence on the line, just the sounds of what must be the sea letting Price know the line was still open. For a moment he worried he’d gone too far until he heard an unsteady inhale.

“She’s amazing,” the answer finally came, a thickness in Simon’s voice that betrayed the emotion that peppered his words. “She’s taking good care of Johnny… and me.”

“That’s good,” Price said, blinking into the darkness of his room as an unexpected surge of emotion burned his throat and eyes. Simon sounded happy, relaxed, so unlike his old self that it would be easy to think an imposter was making the call.

“Are you somewhere safe?” he asked, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, we’ve got friends nearby. It’s nice here, warm so I don’t ache and I got a beach to relax on. She’s always telling me to relax,” Simon told him with a soft laugh.

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you again one day,” the Captain mused.

“Maybe. Think you can get Johnny’s papers and pension in order for him?”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Price sighed, understanding that this was most likely the last he would hear of either man for a long time.

“Thanks, Captain,” and the call ended. Price put down the phone and lay back on the bed, rubbing his palm across his face.

Epilogue

Months later, just before Christmas, Price received an email from Colonel Alejandro Vargas of Los Vaqueros. It simply said:

‘They wanted me to send this and wish you Feliz Navidad. I’m keeping an eye on them for you mi hermano.’

Attached was a photo of Simon in front of an azure ocean, with his arms draped over Johnny and you either side of him. Everyone was laughing as though someone had just cracked a joke and Simon's wedding band glinted in the bright sunshine.

Simon Riley was finally happy.

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CHAPTER SIX

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Five | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: It has already been five months since your last encounter with Tarasov and his men, but you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong. You never expected as well that you’ll be pulled in a European trip, parallel to the trip that you had intended on not attending.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter six. i was supposed to post this last night, but ended up falling asleep. i had speed everything up, from this point, i’ll be following now the timeline for far from home, but i’ll be tweaking the whole movie to fit my story. in this one, all of avengers are still together and none died. this is a happy zone, if you don’t like what i’m doing, it’s better if you just sit this series out. as always—notes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you for supporting my work! again, i’m sorry for the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, murder, deaths, guns, knives, and blood

WORD COUNT: 6,308

Happy had been tasked to drive you to school today, usually the team would take their turns in driving you to school, and Wanda should’ve been driving you today, but something came up so Happy is in charge. It’s really fine with you walking to Midtown on daily basis, but they reasoned out that they don’t want to miss a big part of your life, so you just let them be.

It has already been five months since you transferred to Midtown, and you can still clearly remember your first day in, you were such a nervous wreck. You were not used to being surrounded by people of your age, you were really overwhelmed by it, and in a school full of geniuses none the less. It kind of intimidated you, and speaking of geniuses, you had hoped back then that your knowledge is still sufficient for all of these classes that you’d be attending, but you were pretty much surprised on how well you had just fit in right away.

So far it has been pretty peaceful for you, you haven’t heard anything from Abram nor his men. You also had met Peter’s friends, Ned and MJ, you got to know them and had been included in their friend circle. Ned and MJ are both super cool people, though you can’t ignore the sinking feeling everytime Peter talks about his big fat crush on MJ. You’ve been trying to squash those feelings down, but the harder you squash it down, it just come right back, and even more stronger.

You’ve been gone for two weeks, and it felt like it’s your first day of going to school all over again. Tony had informed your school that you’ll be away for a two weeks to visit an important family member that’s sick, but he knows that it’s just a ruse. In actuality, there had been a contract that was offered to you. You were in Hong Kong for the last two weeks, you had been offered a contract to kill someone, and Tony had helped you get away from school for the time being. You can’t really turn down a contract, no matter how badly you wanted to. You usually finish contracts that were given to you right away, but this one in particularly was kind of challenging, you had observed the target on the first week before you made your move. Two weeks was the longest time frame that you had.

“(Y/N/N)?” Happy called out for you, but you seem so out of it, “(Y/N)! We’re already here.” You snapped out of your daze and turn to happy.

“I’m so sorry, Happy. Wasn’t able to hear you the first time.” You gave him a small smile.

“Are you okay? You’ve been so out of it these past few days, and it’s kind of a bit concerning.” He looked at you with concern.

“It’s alright, I’m alright, Happy. Just y’know, thinking about a lot of stuff.” You shrug.

“Is it about the man that is after you? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, kind of. To be honest, I don’t know. It’s just everything seems so peaceful that it’s getting hard to believe it. I can’t help but think about something’s gonna happen all of a sudden.” You sighed, “It’s been five months since my last encounter with him, I don’t know if the contract he put out against me is still up.” You grabbed your bag.

“It’s been five months, right?” You nodded, “Then I’m pretty sure that no one is after you anymore.”

“Maybe, but you never know. Usually when it’s this quiet and peaceful, something’s about to go wrong. But anyways, thanks for driving me, Happy.”

“No problem, and good to have you back again, kid. Now off you go, I’ll be picking you up later.”

You got out of the car and waved Happy a goodbye. You began walking towards the entrance of the school, and when you got inside, the hallway was buzzing. Students are walking towards their first period and some are getting their stuff from the lockers, you also hear the school news playing in one of the televisions that is attached to the wall. Your stuff for your first period is already inside your bag, so there’s no need to stop by at your locker. As you walked to your arrived at your classroom for the first period, Peter and Ned are already there. You walked towards your seat, which is just infront of Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), welcome back!” Ned greeted you happily, “How was your trip? Where did you go anyways? And what happened to your face? It’s like everytime you’ve been gone for how many days, you seem to come back with a new set of bruises.” He added.

Despite of being friends for five months now with Ned, he has no idea of what you actually do. He has completely no idea of you being an assassin. You trust Ned, but sometimes when you want to tell him, you just always seem to forget. Maybe today’s the day you tell him about it. You looked at Peter, who’s already looking at you and just gave you a shrug. I mean it’s yours to tell, not Peter’s.

“It’s your choice if you want to tell him.” Peter said, “If only you want though.” He added.

“Tell me what?” Ned asked in confusion.

“First of all, thank you for the welcome back greetings, Ned.” He nodded at you, “And second, I’ve been in Hong Kong for the last two weeks.”

“Woah, Hong Kong? That’s so cool!”

“Third, it seems like I can trust you despite the short time of knowing you.” Ned nodded his head, “Shorter version of the story is that I’m an assassin and I’ve been offered a contract to take a hit on someone. So that explains the bruises I always get.” You said it like it was a normal thing, causing Ned to look at you with wide eyes.

“What?! You’re an assasin?!” Peter covered his mouth quickly. You looked around to see if anyone heard you, thankful that no one was listening.

“You’re lucky that no one heard you or else I’ll have to kill the person who heard you.” Ned’s mouth was still being covered by Peter’s hands, “Hah! Just joking with you!” Ned let out a breath of relief when Peter removed his hands from covering Ned’s mouth.

“So you’re an assassin?!” Ned whispered at you, and you nodded, “That’s so freaking cool! So are you like Natasha Romanoff and an avenger?”

“Yes and No. I’m not an avenger.”

“What?”

“Been asked to join a few times before, but as always, I decline.”

“But why?”

“The avengers life is just not it for me. Don’t want too much exposure.” You shrugged your soldier, “But I sometimes help them out in silence. Got too many people after me, can’t afford being a part of the team.”

“Seems like it, the publicity that the avengers are receiving is no joke.”

“Okay, enough about me. What happened while I was away? What did I miss and what are you guys talking about earlier, seems like pretty serious.”

“We’ll be having a science trip, and Peter here had been making plans.” Ned said.

“Ooh, fun! Where to? And plans? What plans?”

“In Europe. Peter’s been making a plan, he’s gonna finally do something about his crush on MJ while we’re on trip.”

The moment you heard about Ned saying that Peter will finally be making a move on MJ, it was like a glass had just shattered behind you and you began tuning everything out. You had entered your headspace, it’s like you can’t hear everyone around, and you are only left with you and your thoughts. You can probably hear your heart breaking as well, you’ve been totally out of the zone, didn’t even hear Ned or Peter when they ask you something, until Ned decided to shake your body by gripping on your shoulders.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Peter asked you.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry for zoning out, still tired from the trip, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“So will you be joining the trip, (Y/N)?” Ned asked you.

“What trip?”

“The science trip!” Ned exclaimed.

“Ah, got to have a rain check on it first.” You smiled, “But hey! I wanna hear Peter’s plan. What are your plans, Pete?” You turned to him.

“Oh yeah! Okay, so I came up with a plan while we’re on this Europe trip.” He said excitedly, “First, I’m gonna sit next to MJ on the flight.” Peter began telling you guys about his plan during the Europe trip.

“Mhm.”

“Second, I’m gonna buy a dual-headphone adapter and watch movies with her the whole time.”

“Seems like you got it all in the bag, Pete.” You commented.

“Yeah.” Ned said.

“Three, when we go to Venice—Venice is famous for making stuff out of glass, right?”

“True.” Ned replied and you just shrugged.

“So I’m gonna buy her a black dahlia necklace because her favorite flower is the black dahlia because of, well-“ Ned cut him off.

“The murder.”

“Yes, the murder. Four, when we go go Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and give her the necklace.”

“Oh.”

“You’re quite the romantic huh, Pete. Never knew that you had it in you.” You teased, causing Peter to blush a bit.

“Five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. And then, six, hopefully she tells me she feels the same way.”

There you go. Peter was so deeply in love with MJ, you really do need to flush your feelings for Peter down the drain, and you know that you don’t stand a chance against MJ. So it’s better to spare yourself from tha pain and heartbreak. But on the hindsight, you’re kind of thankful that you won’t be able to witness all of these stuff, because you certainly won’t be going on the science trip. No one had contacted you yet to offer you a contract, admit it or not, you’re silently wishing someone would send you a contract offer right now so you can have an excuse not to attend the trip. Maybe ask some help from Tony to pull off a few strings for you to not attend the trip.

“Oh, don’t forget step seven.” Ned said.

“Step seven?” Peter raised an eyebrow at Ned in confusion.

“Don’t do any of that.” You let out a snort at Ned’s response.

“What…why?” Peter’s face etched with confusion while looking at Ned.

“Because! Because we’re gonna be bachelors in Europe, Peter.” You playfully rolled your eyes at them and chuckled.

“Bachelors? Really, Ned?” You laughed.

“Ned.” Peter said, looking at Ned seriously.

“Look, I may not know much, but do know this—Europeans love Americans.” Ned defends.

“Really?” Peter questioned.

“And more than half of them are women.” Ned added.

“Are you for real, Ned?” You laughed.

“Yeah!”

“Okay. Sure.” Peter sighed, “But I really like MJ, man, okay? She’s awesome, she’s super funny in a kind of dark way. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, I feel like I’ve stood up.” You raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“Are you sure? Isn’t she a very observant one? Maybe she’s just finally catching onto you being spider-man.” You said.

“I’m sure!” Peter said, looking over your shoulder, “She’s coming. Just don’t say anything!” You shrugged, and saw MJ approaching you guys.

“What up, dorks and (Y/N). Excited about the trip? Also, welcome back, (Y/N).” She smiled at the three of you.

“Hey, MJ. Thanks!” You smiled back at her.

“Hey, yeah, uh, we’re just talking about the trip.” Peter said.

“Yeah, and Peter’s plan!” Ned backed him up.

“You have a plan?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t…I don’t have a plan.” He looked at Ned, silently telling him to shut up.

“No, he’s-he’s just gonna collect tiny spoons when we’re travelling to other countries.”

“Like…like a grandmother?” MJ asked, confusion etched on her face.

You let out a laugh. This whole conversation is just so chaotic. Honestly, You have zero reason to hate on MJ, you hate to admit it, but you kind of think that she’s a good match for Peter. They’re both smart and you have no chance against her.

“I’m not collecting spoons. He’s collecting spoons.” Peter quickly pointed at Ned.

You felt your phone vibrated, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and saw a message:

Contract Offer. Matthias Costello. $40,000,000.

“Oh, okay, well…that was a real roller coaster.” MJ chuckles, “By the way, travel tip—you should download a VPN on your phone, so that the government can’t track you while abroad.”

“Smart. Will do.” Peter smiled at MJ.

You didn’t notice that MJ returned her attention to you, you didn’t notice because your attention is still on your phone, until Ned pat your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Just reading some message.” You chuckled nervously.

“(Y/N), will you be joining us on the trip?” MJ asked you.

“Seems like I won’t be joining you guys. Something came up on the day we’re leaving for the trip.” You shrugged.

“That’s a bummer!” Ned pouted.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer that you won’t be joining us on the trip, but take care on your trip though.” MJ said, Ned just looking at the both of you back and forth, “Looks like your bruises were way worst than the last time.”

“MJ knows?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, she does. Didn’t really tell her though, she kind of just knew. I’m cool with it.” You chuckled, “As I said, observant.” You turned to look at Peter.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys on the trip. Good luck as well, (Y/N).” You smiled at her and she left, heading to her seat, and the bell rang. Signaling that the class will be starting soon.

“Woah. Dude, I think thay went really great.” Ned said happily.

“You guys are chaotic. So much for being discreet, I can feel your nervousness radiate, Pete.” You laughed.

It was a slow day, and you couldn’t wait to go home. The class will be leaving soon for the Europe trip, and you need to make a mental note that you need to ask for Tony’s help again in making an excuse for you to not come for the Europe trip. You can’t really reject the contract offer, it’s too good to pass up. Besides, you knew the target and it’ll just be a piece of cake with you.

The last period is already over, and you Happy already texted you that he’s already waiting for you outside of the building.

“Hey, Pete. Will you be coming to the compound for your internship?” You asked as you pack your things.

“Probably, not yet sure if I can make it to the compound. I need to grab a few stuff at Delmar’s that I need for the trip. Why?” He replied to you.

“Nothing, Happy’s waiting for me right outside. Thought you might want to catch a ride with us on the way to the compound, but if you won’t make it, I can tell uncle Tony that you won’t be coming today, since y’know, you gotta prepare for the trip.”

“Yes please. I think I won’t be able to make it anymore to the compound today.”

“Alright, no worries.” You grabbed your bag.

“What?! Tony Stark is your uncle?!” Ned exclaimed, you nodded at him, “You’re so cool, what the heck! Can’t believe we’re friends with an assassin and Tony Stark’s niece!”

“Alright Ned, keep it down. The less people know, the better.” You laughed, “I’ll be going now, guys. Need to prepare my things, I got offered another contract and I’ll be leaving soon.” You smiled.

“Okay, be careful. Your new bruises haven’t healed yet, no need for a new set of bruises.” Peter said. You can’t help it, your heart just fluttered at what Peter said.

“I got this, no need to worry, Pete. I have high tolerance for pain, so I got it convered.” You chuckled, “Bye guys! Can’t keep Happy waiting.” They waved goodbye at you.

“But still, it won’t be that bad to look after yourself.” Peter whispered, which you failed to hear.

You turned and got out, you speed walked outside of the school and search for Happy. You found Happy waiting for you by the curb, and quickly rushed to the car to get inside.

“Hello (Y/N), how’s school?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“School was meh, okay, I guess. The time in there was slower than the time I spent back in Hong Kong.” Happy laughed, “But I’ll be taking a few days off from school…again.”

He turned on the engine of the car and began driving back to the compound. As soon as you arrive at the compound, you need to pack your stuff and spend some time in the weapon and armory room to fix your things.

“Again? Didn’t you just comeback?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but the offer is too good to pass it up. Besides, I’ve always wanted to take a jab at this guy that I’ve been offered to take a hit on. Had a few run in on the target and his men themselves, so it won’t be that hard, it’ll be just a quick work.”

“How much is the offer this time?”

“Forty million dollars.” You grinned and Happy’s eyes widened.

“Jesus christ!” He breathed out, “Is it really that normal to throw that kind of money when you want to kill someone?”

“Yeah, if you got the money and really wanted to kill someone, feel free to go crazy with the offer. Also it’s kind of a high offer because y’know, given my status in the underworld. So yeah.” You shrug, “It’ll be in the southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I don’t plan on staying too long, since this will just be a quick kill.”

“Don’t you have any classes to attend to?”

“Yeah, but they’re going on a Europe trip. Told them that I won’t be able to join because something important came up. Also, I have other underlying reasons to not go on the said trip.”

“And that is?” Happy looked at you through the read view mirror again.

“Reasons that I can’t disclose. It’s just I don’t want to witness something that will hurt me.”

“Kid, you’re made of steel, what else can hurt you?” He chuckled.

“Well my feelings aren’t.” You said softly as you look out of the car window.

Happy saw how your emotions faltered, he decided not to comment. It’s better not to pry it from you, because it seems that you’re dealing with a deeply personal matter. You had arrived at the compound and Happy parked the car inside the garage, you grabbed your bag and got out of the car.

“Thanks, Happy!” You smiled.

“Anytime.” He smiled back at you.

You rushed inside, heading towards Tony’s lab excitedly. The other day, you asked your uncle if he can make you a mask that resembles the mask of comedy, he was skeptical at your request, but had decided to work on it. He had told you before you left for school that he wanted you to check out the mask when you return. You knocked at the door and entered the lab, Tony was hunched over one of the tables, doing something.

“Hey, uncle Tony! I’m back!” You said excitedly, dropping your bag at one of the chairs.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s school?” You walk towards him and gave him a tight hug.

“School was okay. But hey, need to tell you something.” He motioned you to continue speaking, “I’ll be leaving again. Got offered another contract and I can’t pass it up.”

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow. I’ll be heading off to southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I already knew who my target is, gotten to know him years ago. The guy is a total asshole though.”

“How much is the offer this time?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Forty million dollars.” Tony whistled at the amount, “He’s an important person, so the offer is high. Also, I’m the one doing it, so the offer is just enough.”

“What the hell you’ve been doing with those money?” He wondered.

“I stash them, been buying safe houses as well around the world. You can’t be too sure with anything, I always need a place to fall back on when things goes south.” You shrugged.

“Good thinking.” He said proudly.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied at him playfully.

“The mask that you requested is almost done, need to do some last checking before I hand it over to you. Here, why don’t you try it yourself.” He said as he gave you a small round shaped button.

“Where will I put it?” You asked.

“You’ll be placing it at the back of your ears, left or right, you pick. Once it’s attached at the back of your ear, you need to press the button. The mask will automatically appear, and no matter how many people you fight, it won’t come off. Unless the object had been forcefully removed, but no need to worry, it has a strong grip on the skin and I made sure of it.”

You placed the object at the back of your right ear and pressed the button. The masked automatically appeared and covered your face, just like what Tony had told you. You positioned yourself in front of a mirror to check, you tilted your head to the side a bit, observing the mask.

“Please don’t do that, it just gave me the shivers. God you’re a lot more scarier when the mask is on, only thing that is missing is a gun, and it also doesn’t help that you’ve chosen the mask of comedy out of all other mask design.” He rolls his eyes at you, “What do you need it for anyway?”

“As a safety precaution when I do business. You do know that it has already been five months since my last encounter with Tarasov and his men, it had been completely silent on their end. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know that something doesn’t sit right. This mask is to shake them off of my trail, because I’m sure as hell that they’re keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s valid. Well, it’ll be ready for you by tomorrow, I also installed your own AI for the mask that will help you, there are a bunch of features that is installed inside the mask. You’ll get the hang of it, the AI will help you.”

You nodded at Tony. You clicked the button and the masked had disappeared, you took it off from your ear and gave it back to Tony for the last checking, before totally handing it over to you.

“Thank you so much, uncle Tones for the mask. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, no need to thank me.” He smiled.

“Oh, by the way, I need your help again with something.” He raised an eyebrow at you, “There’s this science trip that we’ll be having in Europe, but as you may know, I won’t be able to attend it because of my business. Can you help me skip it again? Like y’know, pull some strings and call Mr. Harrington and told him that something came up and I won’t be able to join.” You pleaded, pouting and trying your best to do those googly eyes emoji.

“Fine. I’ll call him tonight.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You jumped in excitement and hugged him.

“Do you want to use the private jet or quinjet?”

“Private jet will do. Will Happy be the one accompanying me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Thanks again, uncle Tony! I’ll be going now, need to head to the weapon room to prepare my stuff.” He nodded, “Also, Peter won’t be able to come today. He’s busy buying and packing his stuff for the trip.”

You grabbed your bag from the chair and rushed out of the lab. You went to your room and quickly change into comfortable clothes, heading towards the weapon room. Tony had built you your own space for your weapons, and it’s kept in a heavily locked vault that is made just for you. You unlocked your vault and arrays of guns then gold coins that are inside the cases stacked beneath had greeted you. You already have a game plan on how you’ll be taking down Matthias Costello in one go, and you are already familiar with his routine, so it’ll just be easy for you to put him down.

You grabbed a case where your sniper rifle had been kept, and bringing it to the table to assemble it. You opened the case and began assembling the parts of the rifle. You were so focused on assembling your rifle that you didn’t notice someone entered the weapon room.

“Hey kid, didn’t know that you were in here.” You look up and saw Bucky, behind him was Sam.

“You got called up again?” Sam asked while he put back the weapons that they’re carrying in the proper place.

“What’s up guys, didn’t hear you come in. But yeah, got called up again.” You turned your attention back to assembling your rifle.

“Don’t you have school? Doesn’t you teacher ever wonders where you disappear to everytime you don’t come to school?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, but hey! I completed a whole month of school without any absences, so that’s that.”

“Uh huh. Where you jetting off this time?” Sam asked.

“Will be going to Italy, in Calabria. Heard it’s a nice place, so I’m gonna finish this contract asap and maybe have a mini vacation. Won’t be coming to school anyways since they’ll be off on a Europe trip for god knows how long.”

“Don’t you want to join them?” Bucky said, “It’ll be fun and a great experience for you.”

“Nah. School trips never really piqued my interest.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Isn’t Parker one of your classmates?” You nodded, “So he’s going?”

“Yeah, he’s going. He had been planning some stuff to do during the Europe trip. Like how he’s gonna make a move on his crush and other stuff.” You didn’t saw it, but Sam smirked at you and turned to Bucky. With Bucky just giving him a confused look.

“Aha! I get it now.” You looked up at him and see him smirking, “I know that you have a crush on this spider boy, and you decided to accept the contract so that you won’t be hurt when he professes his love for another girl!”

“What?” You dragged, “You’re crazy, Wilson.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Bucky sent you an amused smile, “Never knew you had a crush on Parker!”

“I don’t know what you both are talking about. You two are crazy on the cuckoos.” You said as you point to your head.

“Come on, girl. You’ve been looking at the boy with heart eyes everytime he’s here.” Sam said.

“I do not, and you can’t prove it!” You defended.

“Everyone literally knows that you like the boy, except for the boy himself because that little shit is oblivious as fuck, and you know him having a crush on some other girl.”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings. No need to rub it in my face, had too much of it earlier at school.” You sighed. You snapped the last part of your rifle in place and put it down, “Besides, even if I act on it, I’m just setting myself for a big time rejection. He’s so in love and I have no chance, it’s much better to leave it as it is.” You added, as you closed the small case and grabbed a bigger one for the newly assembled rifle.

“If you had joined the trip, you might’ve a chance with him, just saying.” Sam said.

“No. I certainly won’t do any of that sabotage shit. Beside, I hate to admit it, they’re both a good match. Both smart and funny.” You sighed, you checked the scope and pointed the rifle at Sam playfully.

“Don’t point that rifle at me!” Sam said in panic, “We all damn know that you know how to expertly use that shit.” He added, and you just chuckled at him.

You then placed the assembled rifle on the big case, placing a suppressor on the side where you’ll attach it later on. You packed a few guns as well and put it on a separate case.

“You know, you deserve to be happy too, doll, and the hell you saying? You’re smart and funny in your own way too!” Bucky defended, as he softly looked at you.

“Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it a lot, and maybe or maybe not, I don’t know. I seriously can’t believe that I’m talking to the both of you about my boy problems. What the hell is happening?” Causing the three of you to laugh, “But anyways, thanks for the pep talk. Somehow it made me feel lighter.”

“It’s no problem. We’re here for you always, if you needed someone to talk to or beat the shit out of Parker, just come to us.” Sam replied as he patted your back lightly, “Of course I’m only kidding about the beating stuff…or am I?” He raised an eyebrow at you, then he laughed.

“Thanks again.” Both of them smiled at you.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Bucky said as you nodded, “We’ll be heading out first.” Bucky never forgetting to give you a gentle hug.

Bucky and Sam had left the weapon room. It felt good that you got to have a talk with them both, and you were happy that you’re able to confide in them. Once you’re done in packing your weapons, you had closed and locked your vault, and bringing the cases with you back to your room.

You were already inside the plane, on your way to Calabria, Italy and Happy was the only one with you in the private plane. You were double checking everything, from your guns to your rifle. You can’t shake off that feeling when you know that something is bound to happen soon, you are hoping—manifesting, that nothing goes wrong in your job right now. You can’t afford to mess up, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can have time for yourself. You had decided that while the class is on a trip somewhere in Europe, you’ll be spending a vacation yourself. You are planning on stopping by in Capri.

“Thanks for flying me to Italy, Happy. Really appreciate it.” You smiled at him, as he sat down infront of you.

“Always.”

“Will you be waiting for me or you’ll fly back to New York?” You shut your case close and leaned back on the chair.

“Depends on you, do you want me to wait for you?”

“Hmm, yes please. I’m planning on stopping by in Capri right after I finish the works.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Happy nodded at you.

Happy then went back to the pilot seat after your little chat. You’ve been on the air for a few hours now, until Happy announced that the plane is about to land. You already have a vehicle waiting for you when you exit the plane that will be taking you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro, where you’ll be doing your operation.

“Thanks, Happy! I’ll be back in two hours max.” You grabbed your duffel bag and cases.

“Alright, I’ll just be here right on stand by. Call me if anything goes wrong, but I doubt it and good luck!” You saluted at him and got out of the plane.

The car that will take you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro had already be waiting for you. You place your case at the back of the car trunk and got inside the back seat.

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” The driver nodded and drove out of the private area in the airport and driving you to the hotel.

Once you arrived at the hotel, you watched the car leave first and went right after at the back area of the building, you won’t be checking in inside the hotel, but rather you’d be using it as you base for your operation. You already had the map of the hotel memorized, every exits for added safety measures and you’ll be operating from the rooftop of the hotel, where you’ll be having a clear view of Costello on the otherside, a clear view of Costello’s hotel room.

When you arrived at the rooftop, you settled your bags on the ground and grabbed the case where you had placed your rifle, you have no problem in getting seen because people won’t be able to recognize you from the rooftop since you’re wearing your usual dark suit. The hotel is already quiet and guests are already sleeping since you arrived at the hotel a litte bit late in the evening, but it’s alright because people won’t be able to hear a loud bang.

You’re crouched on the rooftop, your rifle already ready, as you’re just observing Costello in the scope. You’ll make your move once he has already settled in bed, the best way to take him out is while he’s sleeping, less noise. You reached to your case and grabbed the suppressor, you screwed it onto the end of the barrel, ensuring that your shot would be muffled and won’t attract unwanted attention from Costello’s men or any people around the area. You checked your scope one last time, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was precisely calibrated for the distance that you would be shooting from.

Costello was already getting ready to hit the hay stack. He turned off the lights from his hotel room and turned on the lampshade, you’re finger is already ready to hit the trigger button, and you’re just waiting for Costello to lay down on the bed. When Costello was already on the bed, right when you’re about to hit the trigger, you felt your phone vibrating. You let out a grunt of frustration, who in the wee hours had even thought of calling you right now. You grabbed your phone from the pocket and saw that there was no caller ID.

You decided to ignore it, you put your phone on silent, then tossing it on your duffel bag so that you won’t be disturbed from your work. You’re pretty sure that whoever it is that is calling you, they’ll just call you back. You steadied your rifle, holding his breath and aligning your sights. You aimed the rifle at Costello’s forehead. Pausing for a moment, then pulling the trigger. You had felt the recoil of the rifle against your shoulder.

Costello now lay dead on the bed, with his blood soaking on the pillow of the bed. His men were also nowhere to be found, they are most likely right outside and they probably never heard the shot you made. You immediately went on packing your rifle, when your phone vibrated again. You zipped up everything, and grabbed a baseball cap from your duffel bag. You reached for your phone inside the duffel bag, and had finally decided to answer the call.

“I have been calling you for how many times already.”

Ah, it was Nick Fury.

“How are you, Nick! Been a long time, huh.” You chuckled, “Good to hear from you again.”

“You and Parker are just the same, but at least you didn’t ghost me. Who the hell would think of ghosting Nick Fury?”

“Sorry that I wasn’t able to answer right away. I have a good reason for it before you get all broody. As you know, I’m currently in Calabria, Italy right now, and I just finished a job. So, what do you need?”

“You’re in Italy? Good, I am in Venice right now and I’m in need of your assistance.”

“Wow, Nick Fury asking for my help. What is it, this time?” You chuckled.

“You’ll find out once you get here. Meet me in Venice, you know where to find me.”

“Alright, gotcha.”

You hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive you on the private area of the airport where Happy was patiently waiting for you. You paid the driver and quickly got out of the taxi, and made your way to the plane.

“You’re back quickly, and it hasn’t been an hour.” Happy said.

“The job went smoothly, the additional time was just an extra in case everything went south with the target. Need to be always prepared.” You smiled.

“So off to Capri now?”

“Uh, about that. We’ll be heading to Venice instead.”

“Why the sudden change?”

“Nick Fury just called me and said he needed me to be in Venice.” You shrugged your shoulders, “But hmm, maybe…” You trailed off.

“Maybe what?”

“Do you think we could make a quick stop in Capri?” You grinned cheekily and Happy gave you an unimpressed look.

“Certainly not. You cannot keep Nick Fury waiting. If he said to meet you right now, we go there right now.”

“Come on!” You whined.

“You can go to Capri once this agenda with Nick Fury is done.” Happy said firmly and walked towards the pilot seat, preparing the plane for take off.

“Ugh. Fine. So much for having a mini vacation by myself. Off to Venice we go, then.”

TRANSLATIONS

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” - Hello, good evening. To hotel guglielmo please.

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sidebar- listening to a podcast about this season of survivor w two former players (it was rob cesternino and cassidy clarke, if u watch survivor) and there’s a player on this season, venus, who’s been the outcast for a while, but last few weeks all her opps have walked out one by one and rob goes “i think she’s got kind of an arya stark arc going on” and before he could finish cassidy whispers into her mic “she’s no one” it was hilarious aksjd (he meant as in venus is going through her kill list and might get to the end alive) ANYWAYS-

some changes i’ve noticed

i feel like part of why the series stumbles is bc it doesn’t discuss lyanna as much as it should. having that added “we’ll talk about your mother when i return” scene right before robert & ned’s talk about jon snow’s mother And the targaryens was really good tho, narratively linking the two concepts.

HOWEVER i think like rhaegar & robert, d&d saw lyanna more as a puzzle than a person, but the whole point of lyanna is that she was a living breathing girl to ned and her death completely wrecks him in an irreparable way. so when they cut out his entire milk of the poppy dream sequence later on, it cuts out that she wasn’t just the answer to a riddle of “who was jon snow’s mother” but instead an integral part of the narrative whose absence defines the people ned and jon become. but i’m getting ahead of myself bc they haven’t actually changed anything here yet and the scene where ned and robert stop to talk is really good and more or less what happens in the book aksjdj.

i don't understand why they don't have catelyn thank summer for saving her and bran from the assassin. just another mind boggling decision and weird, unnecessary departure from cat's character

another unnecessary change is taking away ned’s fashionista tendencies smFh they don’t get nedcat at all

the way jaime is like oh ned is gonna be my bestie we’re gonna trade war stories we’re gonna flirt i’ll tell him about his brother’s gruesome death and he’ll be so grateful he’ll become MY best friend instead of robert’s and meanwhile ned is like, openly snarling the whole speech. the way ned’s mouth drops open at the GALL of jaime to say killing aerys felt like justice and jaime looks DEVASTATED and PERPLEXED that this man hates him so much when they’ve talked twice aksjdjd

okay first of all I DO IN FACT GET THE CHANGE of having bran say he had to have fallen whole robb insists he never falls, and we all know this scene lives forever in my mind but i also think it’s a) another weird departure from bran’s canon, very stubborn character and b) a PALE imitation of the talk in the dark between robb & bran where they say they’ll go on an adventure

that said, there’s something that Really fucks me up about the North having this culture wherein the sick and disabled are sent out in the winter to fight and die because they’re not like, worth feeding, but at the same time As A Disabled Person i guess finding it almost enticing to be given to the chance to like Die For A Reason ya know. you always have that out. And then here’s poor sweet Bran who it just never occurred to him that he would have to take that out and now it’s all he wants. anyways i’m crying ig

it’s the stubborn streak in him. he doesn’t want platitudes, he doesn’t want to be strong. his whole life has changed for the worse and he just needs to sit in it. it’s not fair and it all sucks and he’s just a kid!!!

the robert and barristan scene is another good one and it’s bc it plays into robert’s character, really elevates the elephant in the room of rhaenys & aegon, and the way barristan is just. disgusted. standing there consumed with loathing for everything he’s become, refusing to engage with being a driving force for why everything is this way. dragging jaime in to humiliate him in front of barristan, to humiliate barristan in front of jaime. the way barristan almost reaches out to jaime emotionally in a way he refuses to reach out to robert, but robert only gets angry and picks at them more.

“he said the same thing he’d been saying for hours. ‘burn them all.’” OH NOW ITS NOT SO FUN ANYMORE IS IT WISE GUY

gonna be honest i think the weapon talk between jorah and rakharo is one of the sexiest scenes in the show, listening to two dudes who are hit in REALLY different ways talk about their favorite ways of murdering people is really fun and hot to me also elyes gabel and amrita acharia were wasted on this show, they would have killed in later seasons smh

i don’t understand why they made the drogo storyline like a REAL TYPICAL sort of rape romance story. what was the point if they were just gonna be ~in love~ at the end anyway. such a weird choice.

do i love the change from “fear cuts deeper than swords” to “what do we say to the god of death”? like it’s fine. they should have kept both if they liked that line so much. the actor who plays syrio is so good tho he’s got such great chemistry with maisie, you really understand why syrio impacts her so much

that ending close up on ned’s trauma face is so good it’s such a shame they CUT THE DREAM SEQUENCE WHERE WE FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY NED IS LOSING IT WATXGING ARYA GET FAKE STABBED IN THE GUT. ITS FINE. IM FINE.

general thoughts

“it’ll get easier” jorah is a useless binch just like aemon the dragonknight. what’s the point of your sword if you don’t kill your girl’s evil husband. go fall on it shithead.

i do love that jorah is like “ned is a little bitch for trying to behead me for slavery even tho it’s been illegal in westeros for like hundreds of years. but also maybe having a king that allows behavior like that is kinda crazy actually bc viserys is not right in the head. i’m not gonna reflect on that at all tho” iain glenn the actor that you are.

love the lannister breakfast scene. the way tyrion clearly knows but is pointedly talking around it. jaime thinks tyrion is the height of comedy and wants them to have a nice breakfast but cersei leaves haughtily halfway through even tho tommen & myrcella are having a good time. the Loaded Look jaime gives tyrion during the “life is full of possibilities” line, where he like,,,, Almost realizes Tyrion is saying something to him here emotionally about being disabled before he puts it aside to be self involved about the incest.

kit’s acting is always several degrees of magnitude better when he’s with other starklings. idk if he’s trying harder or if maisie sophie and isaac are so good they infect him with acting abilities.

there’s something fun about the cycles continuing bc joffrey gets drunk & belligerent like his father has a thousand times, but he doesn’t have half the skill or charm as his father and just gets his ass completely handed to him by a practical toddler with zero training. and he’s so embarrassed it helps snowball this situation into a war.

the kid who plays micah is real awkward. i'm not bullying i'm just saying.

“we all pray for prince joffrey’s full recovery” “pity you didn’t spare a prayer for the butcher’s boy” GET HIS ASS

have i mentioned how much i hate aiden’s acting. oh my god i’m not gonna get through this rewatch aksjsj

“war was easier than daughters” ned every emotion you’ve ever felt is harder to deal with than the war that’s why you’re so fucked in the head be so fucking fr with me rn lmao

septa mordane is a terrible guardian i think this can’t be understated

“she must take his side even when he is wrong” “but how could you let her marry someone like that?” GET HIS ASS

bran literally shivering with fear as nan talks my baby!!!!!!!!

“ah the starks. quick tempers. slow minds.” CAN WE SKIP THE EVIL VILLAIN MONOLOGUES TO THE CAMERA PLEASE

“i think we can outfox a ten year old” jaime you couldn’t even kill that ten year old correctly let’s walk before we run

nedcat giggling over ned throttling petyr and then making out in front of petyr’s establishment is amazing i’m literally so depressed right now i hope petyr cried into his pillow that night

the way both ned AND benjen just give the most ass goodbyes to jon for no good reason. are they TRYING to give him a complex oh my god

i think i’m on episode 4. once i get past season one i think it’ll be easier when the writing gets worse actually.

#rani liveblogs got #gif warning

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King’s Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder | Part 4

The Adventurer’s Log

King’s Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder Part 4

Sailing, sailing out to open sea. And islands! And deadly sea serpents! We left off on the shores last time with Graham, Cedric, a lack of cloak thanks to the birds snatching it while the eagle saved Graham, and a boat in the distance.

I went to the boat after a bit of poking around and not finding much, although Cedric was more willing than to go than usual.

Time to set sail!

Time to! Sink... This is a little bullshit. There's a hole in the boat but zero indication of such even if you look at it. At least Cedric got away.

Back on shore after that reload now with the knowledge there is a hole in the boat, it's time to put that bees wax to use to repair it. Then set sail again.

Mmm munch munch.

I got eaten by these sea monsters multiple times before I found an island. It's not Mordack's island, but must explore everywhere for clues and items.

Unfortunately as soon as we landed, harpies swooped down to attack and snatched Graham. I was brought to a different part of the island where the harpies started arguing over and generally being catty at each other.

There was a small area to walk around in, but if you try to get away they grab you and you die, and if you take too long they'll grab you and you die. This happened a couple times netting me the narrator's remark: "Hate to harp on the subject, but Graham was no match for the harpies." There was a fish hook lying on the ground I was able to grab safely.

So, it was just me and my inventory. I wasn't sure what to do and tried the harp thinking I was just playing around but that was the solution. One of the harpies wants the harp for herself and snatches it. The others chase after leaving Graham. Harp...harpies...

Free to go back down the path to find my way back to the shore, I found poor wounded Cedric lying in the grass. You can actually leave him there, which would be a terribly cruel thing to do and will result in you not being able to finish the game.

I scooped him up, but now we still need to find Mordack's castle and need to get Cedric taken care of.

On the beach where I landed I found a conch shell and then took my boat back out to sea.

I got eaten some more before I gave up and started mapping the ocean. I didn't fill in ever tile but it seems to be a case of an area of freedom surrounded by sea serpents as a way to keep you from sailing too far out. Who needs invisible walls when you can use sea monsters!

I did find my way to more shoreline where a home had been made from the bow of an old ship. I probably could have found that sooner if I'd just gone south right away at the start, but there wouldn't have been much I could do yet, so it worked out. There was a bell to ring--obviously I did so--and an old man comes out.

He's hard of hearing and you can't really talk to him effectively until you give him the conch shell. Then Graham tells him Cedric needs help and that they're trying to find a way to Mordack's castle.

The old man lets them in and has some stuff to help Cedric--gifts of the sea. It works fast!

Up you pop, Cedric.

Cedric's feeling much and the old man is able to help us with a way to Mordack's castle. He knows a mermaid named Pearl and calls her. She is able to guide us.

Time to go again!

Pearl guides them and so we come to Mordack's island castle...

Not ominous at all.

Of course we ship wrecked. Stuck here now!

Graham and Cedric are both okay. That's a dead fish there and what else is there to do but pick it up too? Graham: "Ugh, a dead fish… Weeell, maybe I can use it." A true adventurer indeed.

And so at last it's time to go to Mordack's castle, find Graham's family and face the wizard himself.

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Points: 186/260

Deaths: 54

Time: 4:10

#king's quest v #absence makes the heart go yonder #KQV #KQV_Log #adventure games #sierra

[marvelous-harry]

okay so i have a prompt where y/n is harry's assistant + his submissive and one day she fucks something up and harry is super mad. he punishes her and is mean dom after. bonus if y/n cries and begs🙈🙈🙈🙈

Email Fuck Ups Harry/Fem!Reader Words: 1.2k Warning: Dom!Harry, Sub!Reader, Derogatory nicknames, face slapping, spanking, face fucking. Summary: After a spelling mistake causes delays Harry is very unhappy and punishes you in his set trailer.

“I need a word, excuse us,” Harry said sharply as he clamped his fingers around my arm tightly and dragged me along. I smiled apologetically at the other PA I’d been talking to and figured she off all people would understand.

“I’ve just been asked by Jeff if I’d forgotten to record an acceptance video for the Juno Awards cause they just reached out to him asking for it. It was supposed to be sent in days ago, did you forget to send it in?” Harry hissed as he walked us over to his trailer and unlocked it before pushing me inside.

“What? No, I sent it in, I swear!” I told him quickly as I put my bag down and reached for my laptop. “I sent it, I know I did,” I whispered as I begged my computer to work faster and that they had to be mistaken cause I definitely had sent it in. I glanced at Harry. His whole body was tensed up and the 50’s shirt he was wearing looked like it was going to break from Harry tightened his muscles so much. He was pissed, that much was obvious.

Opening my work email, I clicked on sent messages and was delighted to see that the email was there. “See?! I sent it! Five days ago, one day before it was supposed to be in for clearing!” I bragged as I clicked on the email, turning the laptop so Harry could see.

Harry grabbed it and scanned the page quickly. I saw him take a deep breath before he turned the laptop back to me before pointing at the email address. “Does that look right to you?” he asked in a way too calm voice.

Looking over the email address it didn’t take long to see that the last part clearly had a spelling mistake in it. I whimpered. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll fix it and apologize for the delay. I can call them right now,”

“Just create a new email, get it ready to send, and let me look it over since you can’t be trusted to do your actual job right,” Harry crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me expectantly.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quietly as I quickly drafted up an apology and included the video file. After triple-checking the email, I turned the screen towards Harry again and let him look it over as I quickly dried my eyes.

Harry clicked send on the email and waited a few seconds to make sure it sent before closing the laptop shut. “Bend over the table,”

Getting up from my seat, I bent over the table and grasped the edges of it as I rested my cheek down on the cold wood surface. “I’m really sorry I messed up, Sir,” I told him as Harry yanked my jeans and underwear down.

“Not as sorry you’re going to be in a bit,” Harry said as he put one hand on my lower back. “Don’t scream,” he warned me before bringing his hand down hard.

Whimpering, I clenched my mouth shut as I struggled to keep quiet. I was certain that the sound of Harry hitting my bum so hard with his large hands was echoing through the whole set and everyone would know what was going on. Shuddering at the thought, I hated that it made my pussy wet.

“Are you getting fucking turned on right now? You that much of a whore that me beating your ass red and blue gets you going?” Harry spat out as he landed an extra hard smack on my bum.

Gasping as he moved his hand between my legs and embarrassingly easily slid two fingers into me, I closed my eyes and moaned. “Sir!”

“Fucking slut. Get down on your knees,” Harry ordered as he yanked his fingers out, gave me another hard smack before stepping back.

Licking my lips, I kept my eyes down as I, as gracefully as I could, got down on my knees in front of him.

“Should just keep you on your knees all day, you’re a lot better at being a toy I can use than you are an assistant. All you’re good for isn’t it?” Harry said as he opened his trousers and got his cock out. “Open your mouth,”

Opening my mouth wide, I moved towards his cock eagerly as I wanted to taste the little drop of precum that was resting on the slit of his cock. Whining as Harry gripped onto my hair and forced my head back, I looked up at him pleadingly.

“Did I say you could take me in your mouth?” He asked, tightening his hold on my hair.

“No, Sir,” I whimpered, tensing as he raised his hand and stroked my cheek.

“I know it must be hard for a dumb little slut like you to control yourself around cock, but at least try,” Harry said before pulling his hand off my cheek a few centimeters before slapping me.

Gasping as the pain and the pleasure from the slap made me shudder once more, I barely had a second to prepare as Harry shoved his cock into my mouth. Moaning, I tried to relax my throat as Harry gripped my head tightly with both hands and started fucking my mouth.

“Fucking made for this I swear,” Harry groaned as he pulled me down on his cock. Gagging as he hit the back of my throat, I dug my fingernails into my skin as I struggled to pull back. Heaving for my breath as Harry pulled back, I looked up at him as strings of saliva hung from my lips to his cock.

“More?” I asked as I wiped the tears off my cheek and looked at his cock eagerly.

Harry just smirked as he shoved his cock back in and started thrusting fast in and out.

The trailer got filled with the most obscene sounds as Harry fucked my throat. Glugging, sucking, gagging sounds mixed with both our moans creating a symphony of porn noises. I was so fucking wet but I didn’t dare move my hand anywhere near my throbbing pussy knowing that Harry would very much not approve.

As my nose was roughly pressed up against his pubes again, my eyes watered and my throat closed around his cock making me gag even more but he wasn’t letting me go. Harry did a few short but forceful thrusts as I heard him groan loudly as he cummed down my throat.

Feeling faint as he pulled out and let me go, I looked at him as he cleaned off his cock and put it back in his pants. Whimpering as he grasped my cheeks hard, I looked up at him wondering what was next.

“Clean yourself up, you look filthy. When I come back to get you, you better be dressed, packed up to go, and have prepped your ass for me cause I’m going to fuck you as soon as we get home no matter if you’re ready or not. Does your little whore brain understand the words I’m saying to you?” Harry asked.

I tried to nod in his firm grip. “Yes, Sir,” I managed to mumble out. “Good whore,” Harry replied as he patted my cheek patronizingly and let me go before checking himself in the mirror before leaving the trailer.

Crawling over to the mirror, I looked myself over and loved how wrecked and used I looked. Stroking my hand over my bum cheeks, I moaned at the pain and how warm they felt. “Fuck,” I whispered as I tore my hands away before deciding to find the buttplug I was made to carry around, already looking forward to Harry finishing work.

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[sorryforbeingcrazy]

Buffy and Spike deserved more...talking.

I´ve been marinating this in my brain for a couple of days, so here I go.

I really liked the relationship between Buffy and Spike. And I´m not only focusing on the “romance” part, but in general. I loved their transition from enemies to allies to....friends? I just enjoyed how when it came to serious threats, they always looked  and relied on one another for help.

That´s why one of the things that disappointed me the most about the last season was the fact that they never really talked about how wrong they did to each other on season 6.

Season 6 is a very very dark season, for all of the characters: Willow´s addiction to magic and the effects it has on Tara, Xander´s fears that end up leaving Anya on the altar, Giles feeling that he is useless...But who really takes the trophy home in this one, is Buffy. I don´t even know how to start.

From the moment she is brought back to life, she suffers. We were expecting her comeback to be a happy moment, filled with tears of joy, laughter and hugs. Instead, she wakes up in her grave, has to dig herself out and then she walks around a Sunnydale on fire and full of demons. Can you imagine the shock? Only the crawling up from the grave should be enough to send someone to therapy for the rest of their lives. The mere thought of waking up in a coffin, six-feet undergroundnd makes me anxious...But let´s keep going.

She is back. She is traumatized and shocked beyond belief and at home with Dawn (after reliving everything that happened before she died). She is quiet, trying to process everything while Dawn is constantly talking to her about how things are and asking if she is ok. Her hands still wrecked from the diggin. And suddenly, she is face to face with Spike. (This is a sidenote related to the actors. I cannot give enough credit to James Marsters portrayal of Spike in general. But in this scene...man, 12/10, flawless). He looks at her in disbelief. And despite the fact that he was happier than ever that she was alive again, he does not try to touch her or approach her, and the moment he sees her hands he acknowledges what she has been through. So he just tell her that they are going to take care of her, and sends Dawn away to fetch stuff to clean her wounds. And they are alone in the living room. He does not overwhelm her with questions or hugs or anything. He just stares at her, giving her time to put her thoughts in order.

It may look like a trivial scene but I´m not kidding when I tell you that, for me, this is the most important scene of the whole season. And it is because it defines how the dynamic between Buffy and Spike, and Buffy and her friends is going to be.

When Spike is holding her wounded hands, letting her ask questions, just staring at each other, there´s silence. Peace. Calm. It´s the first moment since she is back that she is at ease. But the moment her friends burst through the door, is chaos. Noise, questions, worry, light, people...And this is why this scene is so important. During the rest of the season, the reason why Buffy goes away looking for Spike is because she wants that peace and quiet. She wants the calmness she gets around him, when she does not have to worry about being fine and happy in front of her friends. She can take her mask off when she is in front of Spike. That´s why she tells him that she was in a good place. That´s why he turns into her confident.

And for sometime, it works. Whenever she feels like she can´t take it anymore she goes to spend sometime with Spike. The problem is that her life gets harder and harder: financial problems, Giles leaves, Willow´s addiction, her relationship with Dawn. Her struggle becomes unbearable to the point were Spike is the only safe constant in her life. The only person she can rely on. And of course, mixing this with Spike´s feelings and their “tension”, their relationship turns physical. Very physical. And here is when Buffy starts using, quite wrongly, Spike.

The first time could be a slip, but not the rest. She may not have been aware at the beginning, but deep inside she knew what she was doing. She knew that Spike had strong feelings for her. She knew that he would never deny her and even if he did (that he actually does a couple of times) he wouldn´t last long. So she takes advantage of him and his feelings.

Someone, blind as a fucking bat, could say “Spike wasn´t minding it. He was enjoying the sex with Buffy. It´s what he wanted.” Fuck, no. He spents the whole season wanting to talk to her about their relationship. To discuss what is going on between them. If you are in it just for the sex, you don´t care to ask questions. You just don´t care. You just take what you came for and then you leave. The way Buffy does. And this bothers him. It bothers him that the moment they are finished she runs away. It hurts him. More than once he calls her out by the fact that whenever they are not “in bed”, she is constantly yelling at him and insulting him and his feelings, and yet, she always comes back to him.

Now, for those who think that Spike was fine with this I want you to imagine for a second, that you are in his shoes. As a human being, and not caring about genders. Imagine you loved someone, beyond reason (i´m not even going to throw in the fact that he saw her die even though i could). And because you care about this person, you spent time with them because they are in a bad place mentally. And that person enjoys your company. And starts spending more time with you. And one day, you kiss. Once. Twice. Then, you sleep together. Once. Twice. And god knows how many more times. You could think “If they like to spend time with me, tell me things they do not to their friends, kiss me and even sleep with me, they must feel something, right?” It´s a fair assumption. But instead, this person is constantly telling you how disgusted they feel with themselves for being with you physically, to the point were they keep what you have in absolute secret from their friends, and they run from you everytime you sleep together.

Fucking. Imagine.

Evil or not. Souless or not. That fucks you up my friends.

What leads us to the horrifying events of Seeing Red. You won´t see me coming any close to justify what Spike tries to do to Buffy. There´s no excuse in the world that clears you from that one. But I do see where it comes from. And it´s not just because Spike is evil. That´s a lame excuse of an argument. That scene, is the representation of Spike hitting rock bottom. He wants what he had with Buffy back. Even if it was only physical, it was at least something. And so, he is desperate...and well....we all know what happens. I swear to you, that scene creeped me out so fucking much.

That´s why it angers me how they did not approach these subjects on season 7. They both did terrible things to each other. They should have talked about it in depth. And even though I´m quite satisfied how they ended up acknowledging each other in ways any of the other characters do, I cannot hide my displeasure about that missing conversation. They needed more closure for what happened on season 6.

Good lord. This really turned out long.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #spike #spuffy #william the bloody #sarah michelle gellar #james marsters #btvs season 6 #btvs season 7 #my thoughts #sorry for the rant #i just had a lot to say #buffy x spike

[epigstolary]

When, Not Whether

Anyone can tell at first sight that you’ve let your appetite get the better of you. When you lumber up to a restaurant — ass and rolls jiggling out of your clothes, belly bouncing a foot or two in front of you, flabby arms swinging to keep yourself steady — it’s clear you’re there for serious business. Nobody expects you to show up for the salad bar.

But even with all that, it’s another thing entirely to watch you actually eat. Once the food is in front of you, there is almost nothing else in your world. Sure, you’ll carry on a conversation with your friends, or watch something on tv, but your mind clearly isn’t dedicated to it. You’re focused on what’s going in your mouth and filling your belly. You desire that slice of cheese-laden pizza. You crave that mouthful of creamy, buttery pasta. You yearn for that fatty burger, dripping with grease. While you’re eating your meal of choice, your whole self is dedicated to it — you want the joy of tasting it, of feeling everything that’s bad for you sliding over your tongue, of feeling more and more of it fill your cavernous belly. But when you’re finally done, you’re still not satisfied. It’s rare that you’re not planning your next meal before you’ve finished the one you’re already stuffing yourself with.

As much as you love eating out, though, the real magic happens when you’re at home. Where nobody really gets to see. This is where you get to work your way through a stock pot filled to the top with mac and cheese over the course of an evening. Or put away an entire three-layer chocolate cake, slice by slice, bite by relentless bite disappearing into your implacable maw. Or polish off a couple family-size boxes of sugar cereal as a midnight snack. Your snacking is epic too, of course. You’re never without a bag of chips, a box of candy, and a two-liter of soda or something similar within arm’s reach. You go through corn dogs, chicken nuggets, Hot Pockets, pizza bites — all the frozen and fried snacks you can manage — at a rate that would send most people to the hospital. That kind of endurance and consistency is what it takes for someone to have a 20,000 calorie day. Every. Single. Day.

And that singleness of purpose must have been your way for a long time. You’ve been so focused on using food to pleasure yourself for so long that you’ve completely ignored what it’s done — is doing — to you. You’ve missed how your body has expanded, as if to make room; and you keep eating more and more, trying to fill it. You’re somehow oblivious to the pound after pound after pound of fat that packs on your frame as you follow this disaster diet. Arms, legs, butt, belly, all ballooning outward in a grotesque display of how many calories a single person can put into their body. It would almost be inspiring, if it weren’t so horrifying to watch someone utterly wreck themselves.

Because as much as you’re ignoring the changes happening to you, you still feel some of the effects. All that blubber, though soft and plush from the outside, presses relentlessly on your organs and bones. Even planted on the couch, it takes active effort, pressing against the ever-increasing pressure of the weight, for you to breathe and take in enough oxygen to sustain your tremendous bulk. The extra weight and volume in so many different places on your body contorts your frame as you walk, or sit, or lay down, and it stretches and twists your joints. As a result, your fat is basically inflicting low-level torture on you 24/7. And the hundreds of pounds of excess flab covering every inch of you — which any motion requires you to hoist, lower, stabilize, or simply carry with you — means that even the simplest movement becomes a cardio workout. You’d think it would weigh you down more, but it hasn’t (at least so far) stopped you from that next meal.

Just where do you think a habit — an addiction — like that ends? A human can’t just eat the calorie intake of ten people every day and expect it never to catch up with them. And your day of reckoning is fast approaching, my friend. Can you feel it catching up with you as the growing weight of your prodigious blubber slows you down? A creeping sense of dread that soon, you’ll have to pay the price for your obscene indulgence? Maybe somewhere, in the part of your mind not occupied with what you’re consuming next, there’s that little nagging worry about what’s coming. Maybe it’s the fear, knowing how tenuous your grasp on your health and your mobility is, that’s making you ignore the problem and, perversely, driving you to destruction.

You know it’s a matter of when, not whether, you’ll be too fat to keep going as you are. You may not admit it to yourself, but you know. Even with a van big enough to get you there and chairs strong enough to hold you, eventually a porker just gets too heavy to manage the waddle up to a restaurant and too bloated to fit through the door. Your last trip to the buffet might be the one that ends with an embarrassing collapse in front of a shocked wait staff, sickened at seeing your mass of glistening chubby flesh sprawled on the floor, after finally getting exhausted by trying to carry your near half ton of fat back to a table. Or you might take the wiser course and decide, at some point, not to test it anymore. Either way, it will happen sooner or later.

And what happens then, when your last reason to leave the house and get some meager physical activity goes away? What happens when all you do is stay home and gorge yourself nonstop? And you and I both know, that’s exactly what you’ll do. You’ll lounge on the couch or snooze in bed and stuff yourself like an engorged tick. If you have any room to pack any more food in your distended gut, you almost certainly will. And with nowhere to go and nothing to do, except maybe to make more food, just about every bite you eat will get turned by your crashing metabolism into brand new fat. You’ll get fatter and heavier faster than ever before — and maybe you’ll even get big enough fast enough to scare you. But at that point, you probably have to resign yourself to living like this, to having ever more fat enveloping your body and weighing you down.

I hope you have a plan for when that day comes. You have to have known it’s coming, however fixated on food you may have been up to now. And there’s no way you can take care of yourself if you can barely struggle to your feet. Don't worry, though; I’m sure some chubby chaser will be happy to step in and make sure you never go hungry. But I wouldn’t expect them to help you lose weight, either. You’d better be ready, because I have to say — I don’t see this ending well for you.

#extreme weight gain #feeder fiction #gainerfiction #gaining #ssbhm #weight gain fiction #wg story #wg fiction #weight gain story

[fangirl-everythang]

Last Nerve H.S

Summary: Harry x Reader; Harry chooses a particularly rough day to be extra clingy leading to some events...

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex, Sex, Spit

Word Count: 1530

Today was not the fucking day. It started this morning when Harry decided my sleep was more important than my 8 am board meeting, so he turned off the alarms. All of them. And guess who was late to one of the MOST important days of their career. That's right you guessed it, me.

Not only that but he's just constantly clinging to me from the moment I woke up in a panic to the moment I stepped foot through the door. I couldn't even take my shoes off without him near me. I love him but Jesus fuck.

I groan as I hear the handle in the bathroom giggle. "Yes, Harrold?" I huff. 

"I just wanted to see you love."

"You've seen me literally all day" I sigh opening the door. "Actually, no I haven't." He smiles cheekily rubbing my side. I just roll my eyes and pad back to the bedroom. Unbuttoning my top and tugging my pants down. "How was work?" He asks from the bed.

"How do you think it was Harry?" Attitude prominent in my tone as I switch my shirt.

"Not bad?" He questions. I huff in annoyance as I turn to go downstairs but none the less, he follows. "So, was it bad?"

I just nod patience with him thinning incredibly fast. "Like bad or bad bad?"

"Bad bad Harry." He pouts and embraces me. "And all better now?"

Walk away. Walk away. "I'm gonna go pick dinner up, do you want anything?" He frowns "Why are you leaving to go pick the pizza up when they deliver?" He ask.

"I need the walk." And with that I head out before he can get another sound out.

-----25minutes later----

I think I'm okay. For now at least. Putting my key in the door and carrying the semi cold pizza in the other, I know one of two things may have happened when I left. The first being that he is mad or he's waiting. And I hope it's the first option.

"There you are, I thought you got lost." He sighs in relief.

"Its only three blocks away please calm your titties." He grins and I can't help but to smile back.

The pizza isn't half bad and where do you go wrong with old Friends re-runs. After we finish the show is still playing but Harry isn't paying it nearly as much attention as the hand he's holding. " You know I love you."

"I know Harrold." He just pouts

"You don't love me?" He asks pulling me into his lap discarding the remote.

"I do Harry, I really do but and I mean this in the nicest possible way, you're getting on my last nerve today."

He chuckles and points to himself, "Me? getting on your last nerve?" The aura in the room shifts, his eyes a deeper shade of green. Going to move from his lap he just places his hand on my hip.

"Where do you think you're going darling?" Before I could speak he just continues playing with my panty line.

"You know technically... " he says slowly with lingering hands. I feel my body shudder as his long fingers brush over my clit. "This is your last nerve." He continues rubbing the small nub through my panties, "I don't know about getting on it per say, but I'm sure there are other things I could do." When he halts his movements a whine escapes my lips with a sudden urge for him to make me cum. "Harry don't be a tease please."

"Tell me what you want y/n." He says smirking. "Shirt off Harrold." He grips the bottom of my shirt "nuh-uh Haz" he looks at me confused. "Yours." He quickly pulls his shirt over his head exposing his beautifully tatted body. I can feel my pussy dripping, but he knows better. Grabbing my shirt, I slowly take it off as he lets out an animalistic growl. Pulling my panties down while he watches I make my way to the arm of the couch as he hurriedly removes his pants and lays in front of me. Spreading my legs I run a finger through my folds he looks at me hungrily. Before I could speak to taunt him his lips where on my pussy .

"Fuck Harry, I didn't tell you to do that." I say between pants. He moans continuing to bury himself between my legs showing no mercy. His tongue teasing my hole. A string of moans and curse words leaving my lips and right now I'm praising this couch. He loops his arms around my thighs holding me in place as he continues to devour me, leaving no part of me untouched. Leaning on my elbows to watch him I feel myself nearing my edge as he looks at me. The sounds his mouth is making against my vagina is unholy for sure. He takes his thumb and presses random patterns onto my nub and I'm done for. My hands pulling his hair as my thighs clench around his head moaning out his name. He keeps kitten licking me as I come down from my high. "Harry." He raises an eyebrow while looking at my swollen labia "hmm?"

"Kiss me." He complies kissing me with force. I can taste myself on him as he pushes his tongue in my mouth. His hand comes up to my throat applying pressure not too much but enough to make me want more. He forces my head up, "open your mouth darling, and don't you fucking close it. Got it?" I nod expecting him to stand and put his dick in my mouth but boy was I wrong. He inserts two fingers into my mouth and as I begin to suck them he pinches my bum " I said don't close that pretty fucking mouth." He says putting more pressure on my tongue. He looks like he's contemplating something before I could question it I feel something sliding down my throat.

My thighs clench together almost instantly. Its nasty but he makes it so hot, his spit gliding down my throat I swallow it as if it were my own. "Good girl." He takes his thumb and wipes my chin. Pulling me back down to the couch level. Looking at his throbbing length, his tip is so pink leaking with precum. I reach between us and line him up with my entrance. He runs his tip through my folds tapping my clit with it. "Am I getting on your last nerve y/n?" He whispers. "Are you Harry?" I ask before attacking the spot just below his ear, leaving a reminder for the both of us.

Grabbing his length and pushing him into me I begin moving my hips as he lets out the sexist moan in my ear. "So wet y/n" he grunts pushing into me all the way almost leaving me breathless.

"So tight" he moans as I clench around him. He feels so good inside of me. Rhythm of his own being made as he speeds up his thrust. He dips his head on my shoulder and attacks my collar bone with kisses sure to leave very visible marks all over. The pleasure from his lips sending my senses into overdrive but I need him to come first. Reaching up to kiss him it's just teeth clattering and moans being exchanged.

"You fuck me so good Harry." I whisper in his ear as he gives out a particularly hard thrust causing both of us to moan loudly, hitting a spot that has dots fading into my vision.

"M'gonna cum baby" he tells me as I tighten around him he pushes into me reaching around to rub my clit, I quickly grab his hand and lace our fingers together as he bites down hard filling me with his cum pushing through sloppy thrust. Once he finishes, he looks up at me.

"You didn't cum." He frowns. I grab his cheeks and softly kiss him.

" I don't think you know how hard it was for me not to cum again." He looks at me skeptically, " and why is that?" he ask placing little kisses on my breast. "You'll see if you ever take your dick out of me." He smirks and roughly grabs my jaw, " Your pussy's mine." He slowly pulls out watching our arousal drip out of me "fuck y/n" He whispers.

"Finish me off Harry, use it." He smiles at my request "You're such a dirty girl for me aren't you princess" He leans down and runs his tongue over the bruise he left on me as his fingers gather our mixture and he spreads it on my clit. He rubs fast circles edging me on using his middle and ring finger he pumps them nearly knuckle deep, occasionally brushing over my g-spot, whispering sweet nothings in my ears. My orgasm ripples through my body sending me into a world of pure bliss. Coming down from this high left me panting he just smirks at me, playing with the arousal that now adorns my thighs.

"look at the mess you've made darling"

A/N: Long time no see, well I have said that I wanted to get back into writing so here you are my loves. I wanted to disclose that this is also on my Wattpad ( fangirl_everythang) which contains more of my work that I’ll be posting. I figured I could reach a bigger audience this way but the nerves are wrecking me; I’ve heard so many stories about authors getting their work taken. It’s heart breaking and makes it all that much more scarier.   I'm not too sure how I feel about this smut scene but I do think it embodies Harrold pretty well😊 Anyways let me know how you guys like it, or if you don’t. (I take request as well)

xoxoJanelle

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[stilesssolo]

If you are taking drabble prompts I would love to see the proposal! 💍😍

Lol so this has been sitting in my askbox for a good long while. I accidentally reread the second half of WTWTA the other day and got really inspired to finish off some of the prompts I made insta posts for but never wrote anything, so here you go anon! Sorry it's like a year late 😂 Also up on AO3, with the insta post! (There's also a part two to this that hopefully I'll have up tomorrow, since I wrote most of it at work yesterday.)

The day is absolutely perfect by any standards, the blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds, golden sunlight making the late spring foliage appear oversaturated and lush, like the trees are dripping with emeralds. Jon glances over at Dany as they drive down the road, her eyes closed contently as the warm breeze from the open window ruffles her braid, a smile creeping across her lips at the sunlight spilling across her bare arms.

“Don’t go fallin’ asleep before we even get there,” Jon teases, his girlfriend’s eyes immediately blinking open. She grins at him, eyes darting to the back, where Ghost is sprawled out across his seat.

“I don’t think your dog heeded that advice either,” Dany says, shrugging. As if to prove her point, Ghost yawns hugely, shaking his head back and forth after.

“He’ll wake up once we’re on the trail,” Jon says, making the last turn before they hit the Kingwood National Forest parking lot. “Hopefully, anyways.”

“Gods, this weather is fabulous,” Dany says, resting her arm on the open window. “I wish it would stay like this forever.” Jon nods in agreement. It’s been raining like crazy for the past few days— but today, the sun came out, chasing away all the storm clouds, the sky truly spectacularly clear. Ghost had been so stir crazy from short walks in between bouts of rain that he and Dany had decided a hike in the Kingswood was a good idea if the weather was even remotely passable, but nature had outdone itself today, the picture perfect image of late spring in the Crownlands. It’s like it was fated, given what Jon had tentatively planned for today.

“Aye, me as well,” Jon says. “This is perfect. Before it starts gettin’ too hot.”

“Too hot,” Dany scoffs, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? One day I’ll drag you to Meereen, and you’ll see what too hot actually means.”

Jon laughs, flipping his turn signal as they draw up on the parking lot. “I look forward to you tellin’ me you told me so.”

“Mm. So do I,” she says smugly.

Jon pulls into a spot right by the park entrance, Dany grinning fondly as he throws the car in park. “I love this place,” she says, the two of them climbing out of the car. Jon opens the back door for Ghost, keeping a hand on his leash. With the sudden change in weather, they’re far from the only people with this idea, the parking lot packed with people and children and pets. Ghost will have to stay on leash, if the trails are this busy too.

“I do too,” Jon says, handing Dany her pack from the back before he grabs his own. “Always reminds me of that first hike we ever did together.” She smiles at him fondly, Jon’s heart pounding in his chest from saying that out loud, because that’s exactly why they’re here today, even if Dany is blissfully unaware.

He checks that his water bottle and Ghost’s are in the pack, before patting the front pocket, just to make sure he can feel the blunt corners of the ring box through the nylon still.

“You ready, Ghost?” Dany is saying, ruffling his ears playfully as his dog barks gleefully, tail wagging a mile a minute. “Yeah, you are?” She looks up at Jon then as he slings his pack over his shoulder, and her smile melts him, makes his heart kick into overdrive yet again.

Gods, he may be a nervous wreck, but he still can’t wait to ask her to marry him.

“You ready?” she asks Jon, pushing her braid over her shoulder, and he nods, closing the trunk and walking over to her and his dog.

“Aye, I am,” he tells her, grinning as she takes his hand, and lets her pull them forward towards the start of the hike.

#jonerys #where the wild things are #my writing #asks #anonymous

[iamcalmdammit]

Reputation || [Eddie Brock x reader]

(guest star: Loki)

“But this is what you do, isn't it?” Loki asked tiredly as he stood up from his chair and began pacing in the office. “I just need a little help with my reputation, that's all. I know, I know, I'm not humans' favorite person considering my history with them, but I'm a changed man, I promise.”

You shook your head and pushed yourself away from your desk to look out the window. This guy was unbelievable. He was responsible for the destruction of quite a large part of New York, and now he had the audacity to show up in your office and ask you to help him with his redemption arc on Earth.

“Listen, I love tough cases, I really do, but you... You are hopeless.” He looked a little taken aback by your tone so you went on. “You brought an army to attack our planet. How the hell could you make this right? What were you thinking? That kissing babies or doing something good for our society would help you?”

As he let out an exasperated sigh, Loki put his hands on the desk and leaned closer to you. “If I knew what to do, I wouldn't be here,” he said in a low voice. “It's your job to figure it out.”

“It would be if I took you as a client, but I won't do it. I'm not crazy, I won't jeopardize my career for you.”

“Just think about it.”

“I don't have to,” you replied quickly while picked up your cell phone. “Now if you don't mind, I have actual clients to deal with. Thank you for your visit and I'm sorry I can't be of assistance to you.”

It was clear as day that he wanted to say something, but he held himself back for some reason. You didn't mind, the last thing you wanted was a problematic wannabe client. And knowing his reputation, it was a surprise you could end the conversation this easily. Once he left, you shook your head and went back to work.

Later in the evening you picked up some food at a nearby restaurant and headed to Eddie's apartment for a date night. He wanted to show you the article he wrote about Cletus Kasady, a story he'd been working on for a while. You were happy for him. Finally working on an exciting story again really helped him get to a better place mentally.

“Food! I'm starving,” Eddie greeted you then took the plastic bag from you without hesitation. “How was your day?” he asked while he got two plates and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“You won't believe who walked into our office in disguise,” you said as you watched him. Instead of guessing, Eddie simply gave you a questioning look. “Loki. You know, the guy–”

“The guy who wrecked New York,” he interrupted you. “What did he want?”

For a very short moment you hesitated, trying to decide if you should tell a reporter about the meeting. You knew Eddie, if he thought it was a good story, he would write about it. But it was insane, you had to tell someone what happened. And Loki wasn't your client. He wasn't even a likeable guy by human standards.

Letting out a sigh, you rested your elbows on the counter and said, “He came back to make things right after what happened. I think it had something to do with his family. But... God, I don't even know what he was thinking. What he had done isn't something that can be solved with a PR campaign.”

“You know I'm your biggest fan and I know you're awesome at your job, but I have to agree–I'm pretty sure even you couldn't pull that off.” Before you could reply, Eddie walked leaned over the counter and gave a quick kiss. “Could you shut up for a moment?!” he suddenly said when he pulled away.

“The symbiote?” you asked with an understanding smile.

He nodded. “They really wants us to know that they know Loki. And that you made the right call by not taking him as a client. He's apparently way too shady to be trusted. Not like we didn't already know that.” Once again Eddie fell silent and listened with an annoyed look on his face. “They're also sure he had a hidden agenda. It's better for everyone if he just gives up and leaves.”

“Let's hope for the best. Enough about me, let me read the article!” you said excitedly.

But Eddie only grinned at you. “Not before we finally eat. I'm starving,” he repeated what he had already told you when you arrived.

You picked up your plate and headed to the living room as you said, “Luckily I can focus on two things at the same time. So can I read it? Pretty please?”

He stopped with the plate in his hand and stared at you for a good minute or two while he acted as if he was trying to decide what to do. But by now you knew him well enough to see he would give you what you wanted so you flashed a grateful smile at him. He picked up his laptop and sat on the couch next to you once he put his plate on the coffee table.

“But only because I love you,” he told you with a boyish smile.

“And I love you too.” You leaned over to kiss him, enjoying the way he reached out to put his hand on the back of your neck. “If we don't stop now, you will never get food,” you whispered.

Nodding, he let you go and pushed a few buttons before handing you the device. “Here you go. Have fun.”

While he finally dug into his food and visibly enjoyed that he wasn't about to starve to death anymore, you began to read the article in silence. Eventually you got so interested in the story that you even stopped eating and put down your plate at one point. You knew Eddie was good, he was really good, but this... This piece proved he was back to his old self.

Once you finished, you closed the laptop and put it back on the desk. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you began as you walked back to him, “this is a masterpiece. Worthy of your reputation. Not like I didn't already know the great Eddie Brock was genius.”

With a laugh, Eddie handed you your plate. “Thank you. Now eat. I have plans for tonight.”

“In the bedroom?”

“Not this time,” he said with a wink. “Come on, we don't have all night.” Suddenly he let out a tired sigh then spoke up again. “I know that, thank you. Don't you have an off button somewhere?”

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock #venom #venom imagine #loki #loki imagine #mcu #marvel

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Made For Each Other [Part 1]

~4500 words (I may have gone a little overboard I just really love poly erasermic)

Yandere erasermic x reader / soulmate au 

| NSFW warnings: noncon, threesome, vague threats of violence

I’m gonna be putting this into parts (I’m thinking around 3?)

The first few weeks had been especially bad. Waking up with a chain connecting you to the floor in a bed that wasn’t yours in clothes that weren’t yours had been terrifying. You’d been scared of your captor, Shota Aizawa, to the point of tears at first, but now you were sitting on a barstool in his kitchen watching him make dinner.

“Hizashi is coming back tomorrow. You’ll have to get used to him being around, too,” he said, capturing your attention away from the book he’d given you, “He’s loud and excited to see you, but I’ll try to keep him calm.” You nodded when he looked at you, turning back to adjust something on the stove. You weren’t allowed all the way in the kitchen yet, but he said if you behaved you’d be able to soon.

“Wait, Present Mic? Why is he coming here?” You asked when he didn’t elaborate.

“He’s my husband,” he answered flatly. You furrowed your brow, but didn’t question it out of politeness. You nearly laughed at yourself aloud, worrying about being polite to someone who literally kidnapped you.

It had been on your way home from work. You got off the train at your usual station but much later than usual, having to stay late that day. Walking home didn’t seem too dangerous since you lived in a safe area, but that had been a terrible decision. Before you could process what was happening someone had come up behind you, dragged you into an alley while you kicked and attempted to scream, and been shoved to the pavement.

You’d taken some hard hits from your assailant when Eraserhead saved you, tying the guy who attacked you to the dumpster and scooping you up just as you lost consciousness. The newspaper you’d seen the other day said you were missing and there were no leads. There was a separate article about how a vigilante had tied some petty criminal to a dumpster but he still died from his injuries. How convenient.

Realizing you’d been staring at the same page for several minutes, you sighed and closed your book. You set it on the counter and leaned back, boredly swinging your legs and listening to the music Shota had put on. You didn’t recognize it, but every now and then he would hum along for a second.

He set a plate in front of you and handed you a glass of water, watching you carry both to the couch and taking his own to join you. It had become a routine in the last week that you’d both sit on the couch together and he’d put on something to watch while you ate. It was an unspoken agreement that you’d talk to him if he wanted and he wouldn’t touch you or stare you down.

You glanced at him, settling into the cushions and trying to relax. He still made you nervous, but he hadn’t done anything to hurt you, just threatened to chain you up again if you tried to get away, which you hadn’t. He scared you way too much to try before you knew you could get away with absolute certainty.

He settled on some sit-com you knew he didn’t care about, signaling he’d want to talk today. You moved your food around with a spoon (he wasn’t allowing forks or knives yet but also used a spoon in solidarity), waiting for him to say something. He didn’t.

“It’s good,” you said softly, fidgeting a bit awkwardly. His intimidating presence chilled you, making you want to subdue anger he probably didn’t even have. You quickly added, “Thank you.” He grunted in response, shuffling slightly closer to you.

“Y/n, eat all of that and drink all your water. I’ve been lenient until now but you’re going to have to eat more and stay hydrated now. You’re going to have rules now,” he said sternly, sliding your glass a little closer to you. Obediently you took a sip and another bite of your food, letting him continue as you chewed,

“You’re sleeping in my bed from now on,” he took a sip of his drink nonchalantly as you looked away, feeling blood rush into your face. The most he’d touched you was to pat your head a few days ago and that had made you jump. He continued, unaffected by your flustered disposition,

“I wanted to give you more time first so I won’t get mad if you slip up, but ‘Zashi coming home sooner than planned changes things,” he explained softly, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. Your breathing sped up and you resisted the urge to get up and run.

“Why…” you breathed, finally looking at him with tear-filled eyes. One spilled down your cheek and his finger gently caught it, wiping it away.

“You can’t see it, but I’ve got a red string on my wrist attached to you and Hizashi. And he had our names on his arm. Didn’t you notice yours before now?” He arched a brow at you, watching as your eyes widened almost comically.

“I…” you thought back to when you first could see colors. You’d been young, only 12 when you’d been saved by Present Mic, but in all the chaos of the villain attack you couldn’t tell who was the cause and you were too young for it to matter. Your second mark was on the back of your neck, a timer counting down to when you’d meet your other soulmate. Since you couldn’t see it and had been preoccupied the past several weeks, you’d forgotten how close it was to hitting zero.

“We’re all made for each other, kitten,” his face had been slowly approaching yours as you’d had your epiphany, now centimeters away. More tears fell down your face, too shocked to move as he kissed them away. You couldn’t deny the pull you felt toward him, unconsciously leaning into his touch. He placed another kiss to the very edge of your lips and a final one to your forehead before leaning back, taking the plate you were very close to dropping and setting it on the coffee table.

“B-but then why-” your voice trembled and caught in your throat. You choked back a sob, clenching your hands in your lap. You felt sick, the dinner your soulmate had made threatening to come back up. Your head felt fuzzy, like you’d been drinking.

“We had to, sweetheart,” he cooed, wrapping an arm gently around your tense form, “you thought it was a good idea to walk home alone at night, your job was stressing you out, and you wrecked your car not too long ago. You need us to take care of you and getting attacked was the perfect opportunity,” he pushed some of your hair out of your face.

You crumbled, sobbing and letting him hold you, so desperate for comfort that you actually clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into his neck. You couldn’t see it, of course, but he was smiling as he swiped his fingers soothingly along the timer on the back of your neck that would be at 00:00 forever.

When you calmed down he handed you your water, rubbing your back as you finished it and leaving you on the couch to take the dishes away. You sniffled and let him pick you up, carrying you into the bathroom and getting ready for bed together in a daze. You even let him change your clothes, settling into bed pliantly as you figured out that he probably put sedatives in the food.

The next morning you woke to Shota’s warmth pressed against your back, an arm slung around your waist. You sat up, nearly falling over again groggily. You turned to look at him and saw his eyes open, locking onto you instantly.

“Hey there,” he husked, his morning voice catching you off guard. You pursed your lips, scooting away from him slightly,

“Did you drug me, Aizawa?” You crossed your arms, moving to sit on top of the covers and create some distance. He groaned softly, sitting up,

“Don’t call me Aizawa.” His reminder made your face heat up. He’d let you get by with awkward “hey”s and tapping his shoulder, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t be doing that anymore.

“Did you?” You press, voice a little softer in an attempt to accommodate him. He blinked at you, waiting. You relented, “...Shota?” His expression softened.

“I couldn’t have you running off. Besides, you needed a good night’s sleep. I know you’ve been tossing and turning,” he shrugged, stretching and standing up. You took his hand when he extended it to you, still a little “softened” by whatever he’d dosed you with.

He lead you into the bathroom he’d been having you use, completely idiot-proofed with no way to hurt yourself or anyone else or an escape route. And with all that he still made you keep the door open, doing stuff on his phone while you did whatever you had to do. You saw him pull up a messaging app as you entered, running the shower and stripping, shyly glancing at him often to reassure yourself he wasn’t watching.

When you got out he gave you something new to wear, an actual dress instead of one of their shirts. You didn’t question where he’d gotten it, simply thanking him quietly and putting it on when he turned around to give you the illusion of privacy. He hadn’t given you anything to wear under it, though.

“Um, Shota?” You called, looking everywhere but directly at him. He turned around, looking you over and giving your head a pat. You shuffled your bare feet awkwardly, “Can I have something to wear under it?” His hand rested on your waist lightly, eyes roaming your figure leisurely.

“I’ll have to go out and buy you some. Hizashi bought this a while ago when we figured out your identity,” he smiled, probably recalling a fond memory with his husband. Your other soulmate. You really didn’t want to admit it, but it felt nice that someone had been so excited to meet you that they’d gotten you a gift.

He made breakfast, insisting for the first time that you sit on his lap to eat. The day was mostly uneventful, you read and Shota let you make tea while he supervised. By six you were sitting at the bar in front of the kitchen, watching him chop vegetables.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, Shota eyeing you to make sure you wouldn’t try to run.

“Babe?” You heard Hizashi call, recognizing his voice easily from all the times you’d listened to him since you’d been there and even before.

“In here,” Shota called back, still tending to dinner. You looked at him for direction but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care to give it. Footsteps sounded behind you and you spun in your stool, facing your other soulmate for the first time since he’d saved you as a child. He dropped his bags, keys, and a water bottle he’d been holding, jaw dropping as he stared at you.

“Sho you didn’t,” he breathed, and for the briefest of moments you thought he’d be against this and rescue you again, but that was not the case.

“Happy anniversary,” Shota appeared, pulling the blonde in for a kiss. Hizashi tore his eyes from you and cupped the other man’s face as he repeated the expression. They really looked in love.

“She’s even more beautiful in person!” He beamed, closing the distance between you so fast if you’d blinked it would have seemed like he teleported. He immediately pressed his lips to yours, holding you tightly as you weakly struggled, tugging his sleeves and making muffled protests against his mouth.

“’Zashi, calm down, I haven’t trained her and I’ve barely touched her,” Shota placed a hand on his shoulder and he pulled away, leaving you panting and slightly panicked in his grasp.

“Aw, come on, Sho,” he whined, continuing to hold you against him, “She seems like a good girl she probably barely needs any training,” his hand stroked your hair and he pressed his cheek against the top of your head. You gave Shota a wide eyed look,

“Trained?” You asked nervously, squirming a little in Hizashi’s arms. Shota’s tired expression morphed into something more devious, the corner of his lips twitching up,

“We need to be sure you’re not gonna run off on us, kitty,” he cooed, “We need to…” he paused, searching for the right word, “house train you, so to speak.” His tone made you nervous, shrinking into the arms holding you.

Shota pecked your cheek and returned to the stove, giving the food a stir and asking about Hizashi’s trip so casually you’d think he hadn’t just implied something sinister. Hizashi picked you up, sitting in your stool and pulling you into his lap as he chatted with his husband. You fiddled with the hem of your dress and vaguely wondered if they intended on getting a special license to add you into the marriage as they did for people with multiple soulmates. You really hoped things wouldn’t get that far.

A hand trailed along your thigh, massaging the soft flesh and making your dress ride up a bit. You shifted, pressing your knees tightly together and making sure it didn’t go too high as another settled on your waist, gently rubbing up and down, dangerously close to your breast. You were suddenly very aware of your lack of underwear, nipples pebbling and sticking out against the fabric. You shuddered.

“I picked this out for you, doll,” he said quietly, breath tickling your ear before he stooped and planted several light kisses on your neck, “Do you like it?” You writhed slightly, but stopped immediately when you heard his breath hitch and felt something stir under you.

“Please…” you whispered, trying to plead with him the way you had Shota, whose head snapped around to send you a look that had tears instantly welling in your eyes.

“Y’n,” he said, staring you down. You sniffled, brows knitting together as you fought a sob.

“It’s fine, Sho,” Hizashi said calmly, stroking your shoulder and kissing the top of your head, “sweet little girl just needs some guidance, isn’t that right?” his voice dripped condescension and he pinched your cheeks, chuckling lightly as his had whetted with tears.

Shota sighed, “Tell ‘Zashi you liked the dress,” he started plating the food, leaving Hizashi to comfort you. He seemed to enjoy the task, wiping your face and kissing your temple. You told him you liked the dress.

You let him dote on you, clamming up when his hands wandered to uninvited places. You were seated in his lap again in the dining room as you all ate, the two men making light conversation and Shota telling his husband how he’d kidnapped you and your progress from terrified mute to scared yet willing to seek comfort from your captors.

“She’s done well, overall. I think once we solidify things it’ll go even faster. We could probably start making wedding preparations by October,” Shota discussed you casually, like he was telling Hizashi about the weather. Like you weren’t there.

“Wedding...preparations?” You asked nervously, picking at your food with a fork for the first time since you’d been stripped of freedom.

“Of course,” he continued, giving you a slight smile, “you’re our soulmate.” They discussed plans to get you more clothes, making you tense as taking your measurements was discussed. When you finished dinner, Shota cleared the table and tended to the dishes, leaving you alone with Hizashi for some bonding time.

“And if you want, we could do a destination honeymoon,” he rambled, ignoring your borderline catatonic state as you stared off into space, sinking further and further into a mental space you didn’t understand. Wedding? Honeymoon? How long would it be before you’d be able to escape?

“You’re gonna overwhelm her,” Shota’s soothing voice came from behind. He patted your head when you turned to look at him, taking note of the way your eyes looked a little glossier than usual, “Come on, we should head to bed. You must be tired.”

Hizashi grabbed his bags, following as Shota took your hand and lead you back into the bedroom. You sat on the bed, yawning as you realized constantly being made to go to bed so early had you tired already. You expected them to toss you another big t shirt and a pair of sweats too tall for you, but instead Shota pulled you up so you were standing in front of them.

“Are we going to bed?” You eyed the dresser, unsure if they wanted you to choose or something. Hizashi snorted, working the buttons of his shirt open as Shota turned you around to unzip the back of your dress. He ran his hand down the bare skin of your back, sliding the fabric forward off your shoulders.

Your hands shot up, pinning the covering to your chest as your breathing sped up,

“Shota?” you looked back at him over your shoulder as he rubbed along your skin. He didn’t answer, pressing his lips to your shoulder and gently coaxing the dress down until it bunched around your ankles on the floor. Your lip trembled as you tried to cover yourself with your hands, arms crossing your chest.

“So pretty,” he murmured against your shoulder, sliding his hands up your sides and gently tugging at your arms. Tears spilled onto your cheeks as Hizashi joined, stripped to his boxer briefs, dropping to his knees in front of you. He kissed the center of your chest just below your breasts, hands settling on your hips. You shook your head,

“Please don’t,” you whimpered, “d-don’t look,” you crossed your legs, arms locked against your chest as Shota rubbed them, attempting to get you to drop them yourself.

“But you’re so beautiful, angel,” Hizashi spoke softly, trailing kisses down your stomach while Shota wiped your tears away and pulled you gently into a kiss. It was the first time you’d kissed him properly, and the sense of fulfillment that settled into your chest made you both gasp against each other, making you melt a little.

Hizashi’s lips trailed along your hips, not wanting to distract you from kissing Shota. When your mouths parted you felt warm, nearly sinking into his adoring gaze before remembering how he’d kept you chained, cold and alone as you screamed and cried in that room. He must have sensed your conflict, kissing you again before trailing down your neck and giving Hizashi’s jaw a little tap.

Lips departed your hips as the blonde stood, leaning down to kiss both your tear-stained cheeks and then your lips, the jolt from him significantly less intense thanks to him pouncing on you earlier. It still felt good, though, as much as you hated to admit it. His hands cupped your face and without thinking you placed yours over them. You felt Shota move lower, caressing your hips and kissing along your back, lingering where it dipped at your waist.

You squeaked, flinching away from Hizashi as you felt Shota’s hands kneading your ass, spreading and squeezing your cheeks. Your arms wrapped around Hizashi’s neck as you tried to wriggle out of the other man’s grasp. He chuckled, holding your hips still for his partner rather than helping. You whined, burying your face in his neck as fresh tears fell onto his skin. He rubbed a hand soothingly along your back as Shota continued, kissing and then biting the flesh.

You sniffled, breathing shakily and hard into Hizashi’s neck, fingers tangling in his loose hair. He shushed you like a child, hugging you close and nearly groaning at your breasts being pressed flush against his chest.

“Maybe we should’ve given her wine at dinner, Sho,” he said softly, brows furrowed as you sobbed softly on him, “She’s nervous, aren’t you love?” Gently, he pried your arms from around him, leaning back to look at you.

“She’ll be fine, taking both of us so close together will probably help a lot,” Shota stood, sweeping your legs and making you fall into his arms. He deposited you onto the bed, licking his lips and kissing you heatedly, lapping at the inside of your mouth. You groaned against him, holding onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

Hizashi tugged at Shota’s shirt, making him break your kiss to let him remove it. He straddled you, pressing his bare chest to yours and resuming his tongue’s exploration of your mouth. You whimpered, feeling him shifting atop you as Hizashi rid him of his clothes, placing a playful smack to his ass once it was bare. You felt his cock, hot and heavy, tap against your thighs, making you clench them together and sob against Shota’s lips.

He leaned back, wiping the trail of saliva that followed away, and crawled off of you. Settling behind you, he pulled you up into a sitting position so you rested against his chest, instantly grabbing and pinning your arms as you tried to cover yourself. He kissed your head, murmuring little praises as his husband pried your legs apart, settling between them to take in the view as close as possible. You writhed, Hizashi pinning your legs as you struggled, openly sobbing,

“Please don’t do this,” his face as he gazed at your twitching, wet pussy looked euphoric. He inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back at your scent.

“Sho, she smells good enough to eat. And she’s wet,” he smirked, swiping his finger along your slit and holding up the glistening digit for his accomplice. Shota groaned in your ear, trapping both your wrists in one hand and kneading at your breast with the other.

“Eat her, then,” he growled, husky voice making your back arched a little involuntarily.

Your soulmate obliged, not needing to be told twice as he closed the distance, flattening his tongue and smearing your juices up to your clit. You cried out, trying to wriggle away as he circled his tongue around the little bud. It was like he already knew how to make you tick, flicking his wet appendage along every spot that made you squirm and hitting your sweet spot the second his fingers penetrated you. In seconds you were moaning, tears drying on your face as you bucked your hips against him.

Shota flicked and toyed with your nipples, leaving your hands free. You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging it as the pleasure continued to build. You groaned his name and then Hizashi’s, occasionally still babbling for them to stop. Your orgasm sent waves of the most intense pleasure you’d ever felt jolting through your body, making you writhe and cry out as your soulmate lapped up your fluids.

You started to cry again as he continued past the point of pleasure and into painful territory, fingers leaving black locks to pull at blonde ones. He groaned, pumping his fingers faster and harder into your throbbing heat and flicking his tongue harshly against your overstimulated nub. You came again, muttering incoherently as he slowed to a stop, leaning back and wiping his face with a satisfied grin.

“She’s so cute,” his hand trailed up your thigh, “You should try,” he told Shota, watching your cunt twitch and chest heave.

“Later,” you looked up to see him licking his lips and watching you heatedly. You shuddered, sniffling as he wiped away a stray tear. Noticing Hizashi watching, you closed your legs, sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest.

“Are we done?” Your voice came out quiet and coarse, a little shaky as your eyes continued to flood. You bit your lip, looking between the men.

“Not quite, kitten,” Shota’s lips pressed to your back, working up between your shoulder blades and sucking when he reached your neck. He left several bites and hickeys as his husband cupped your face, kissing you softly and slipping his tongue past your lips. You whimpered against him as Shota abused the sweet spot on your collarbone, one hand on your thigh and the other in Hizashi’s hair.

He broke the kiss, planting another soft one on your forehead, “How did you hold back so long, Sho?” he breathed, nuzzling his face against your hair and sighing happily as Shota pecked his lips.

“Wanted to let you go first,” he murmured, kissing him again before readjusting you to the same position as before, resting against his chest with your wrists in his hands, “go ahead.”

Hizashi pulled your hips forward a touch, spreading your legs with his knee and spreading his pre against your weeping slit. His tip against your clit made you twitch, back arching as he toyed with the sensitive nerves. When he’d finished he lined up with your entrance, pressing in slowly to avoid overwhelming you.

Your mouth opened and your eyes clenched shut, head falling back against Shota as he pushed in, inch by inch sliding in until he was buried to the hilt and his hair pressed against you. He groaned sinfully, humping shallowly as you got used to his size. A choked sob left your throat as he started thrusting, pulling out nearly all the way and sliding back in as gently as he could manage when your cries made you pulse around him.

“You feel so good,” he panted, “Good girl,” his thrusts got rougher as he leaned forward, tongue slipping into your open mouth and swallowing your half-pained half-pleasurable moans. Shota let go of your wrists, stroking your hair as well as Hizashi’s as he took in the sight. With your arms free you desperately clung to the man pounding you into his husband, crying against his lips and swirling your tongue against his in a bizarre attempt at seeking comfort from him.

Shota’s fingers intruded on your kiss, collecting saliva from both of you and making it drip down your chins before moving the slicked digits to roll circles into your puffy clit. You gasped at the contact, eyes opening and rolling back into your head as the blonde broke the kiss, licking up the tears lingering on your cheeks. His hips sputtered, lewd squelching noises reverberating through the room as Shota continued his assault on your abused bead.

You came first, back arching, tongue flopped out of your mouth, eyes half-lidded and rolled up into your skull, head braced back against Shota’s chest as you spasmed, clenching around Hizashi’s cock and milking him for all he was worth. He released deep inside, cumming directly against your cervix and rolling his hips to hump against you, riding out both your orgasms. As it subsided, you fell limply against your dark-haired soulmate, completely spent and feeling as though you were floating, disconnected from reality. You felt hands caressing your thighs, hips, and gently pushing sweaty strands of hair from your face.

“...re so good for us,” you focused enough to take in their praises, still shaking as your cunt twitched and drooled Hizashi’s seed. You blinked a couple of times and saw him staring at it, reaching down to collect what was dripping and push it back in, making you whimper weakly. He licked his fingers clean and crawled over you to kiss Shota, both men shifting and gently readjusting you until you were pressed back against Hizashi’s chest. Shota settled between your legs, thumbs spreading your pussy apart for his inspection.

You felt fresh tears stinging your eyes, “Please… please no more,” you croaked, weakly squirming. He leaned down, kissing your inner thigh and inching closer to your fucked out hole.

“Shhh, kitten,” he gently licked up your folds, smearing Hizashi’s cum across your skin and making you flinch when the muscle flicked your overstimulated clit, “You can handle a little more for daddy, right?”

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[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au yukhei  happy (not tooooo late at all, for a change lol) birthday yukhei!~ find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle | kun

“that’s the worst sound i have ever heard in my life.”

you stand up too fast from behind the counter and bump your head with an ouch before looking to see what sicheng is complaining about now

outside the window of the cafe, you see a group of laughing boys and the bright, loud dirt bikes they’ve started riding around town

the sound of the engines and skidding tires managing to make their way through the windows

you wipe your hand on the front of your uniform’s apron and shrug

“i think they’re kind of cool.”

sicheng swivels around on the creaky bar stool, a script open halfway through is laying beside his iced-coffee

“extreme sports is just the polite way to say hey, this shit will get you killed”

you roll your eyes and check the clock that hangs above the display of baked goods and menu - almost eight, so almost time to close

you point it out to sicheng who packs his things up, you go over to help an elderly regular clean up their table and when the customer leaves you tell sicheng he doesn’t have to wait up for you

he throws his bag over his shoulder and looks over his shoulder at the parked dirt bikes 

“hey, if one of them bothers you when you’re locking up just call me.”

“im pretty sure they’re not even going to notice me.”

sicheng still frets as he slips out of the door

you hum as you fall into your end of the day routine. you’ve been working here part-time through university, but with summer coming around, you’ve come on full-time

it’s a lot of work for one person, but the boss trusts you like their own children, and you actually enjoy having the quiet responsibility of locking up

you sweep the floor, put away all of the left over food and milk in the fridge, check the register and print-out the sales for the day

your last task is to close all of the blinds, the cafe always has them up in the summer, the tops open to let a slight breeze in when it coasts by

as you go through each them, you finally reach the last one that faces directly out of the front of the cafe. out onto sidewalk across.

it’s right in front of the intersection where the sidewalk turns into the boardwalk, and there’s a bike rack and some parking spots

the dirt bikes have all been left there, tires soiled with wear and sand

beside one of the bikes, a sleek red bodied one with various silver accents, stands a lone figure

in the summer heat, he’s still got leather gloves on that clutch the matching colored helmet in one hand, long jeans and lace up heavy boots 

the only breathable part of his outfit is the white tank top that clings to the obviously toned lines of his upper body

a silver chain hangs around his neck, the links look so small on his overall broad figure, but they still shine against his sun kissed skin

he chews on the end of a toothpick and staring -

you step back slightly - he’s staring right at you

something in your stomach feels off, the crossing wires of concern and shock tell you to enter a state of heightened awareness

scurrying back to your work, you tell yourself you are just seeing things. you should listen to sicheng, finish quickly and hurry home.

the summer sun is quietly being pushed out by the summer moon by the time you lock the front door of the cafe and drop the keys into your bag

you turn around and whisper a small - shit! - when the figure from before is still there

he’s probably waiting for his friends, but sicheng was all wound up about them so now i am to- oh wait i think he’s coming over here!

and you’re right, the figure looks both ways before he crosses the street and jogs easily up to you

suddenly your hand itches to fish those keys out of your bag because what can a guy (a very handsome guy, up close) on a dirt bike have to do with you-

“hi - do you work in the cafe?”

he asks, voice deeper than you expect, his eyes are large and the color of autumn chestnuts

“um-yes?”

he sees the way your shoulders are tensed and he immediately retracts himself a step backwards

he puts his hands up, helmet still in his right, “oh right - sorry to scare you, i was just asking because ive seen you around-” 

something like a flush coats under his cheeks

“wait - that sounds weird too, i just meant to say that i think you’re - that i wanted to know your name is all....”

you blink, your shoulders don’t relax completely, but you can tell there isn’t any bad intent coming from him

“well, what's your name first.”

he stands up taller and grins, white teeth almost blinding in the dusk

“wong yukhei! i came here for the summer with some of my buddies.”

he tilts his head toward the bikes and you nod, saying only your first name - sichengs cautiousness seeping into your own

yukhei repeats it, with an almost a bit of a goofyness in his smile when he does

“well - ill see you around then?”

you aren’t sure what to make of the situation, so you just shrug - “maybe?” - he seems satisified with this answer though, and crosses back to his bike

you don’t know why, but you feel embarrassed just standing there, so you shuffle your feet and start your walk home

at some point you turn to look over your shoulder, right at the corner that you have to take, but when you do - yukhei and his bike are gone

“really? see, this is why i should stay while you lock up.”

sicheng’s eyebrow twitches as you finish telling him what happened

it’s the next day, and it’s noon - right when the days get the hottest and most of the cafe’s customers are just coming in for the free air conditioning

“i don’t think he’s dangerous, i think he just wanted to say hi.”

you answer, fixing what must be the twentieth order for shaved ice-cream

the slices of strawberry fall gently onto the heap, and you place two pairs of the forks beside the dish

carrying it carefully to the pick up counter, you call out the order number and watch as a young couple - still dressed in their beach attire - comes up together, unable to break apart for even a second

you smile at them and return to sicheng, taking his empty glass and turning to fill it up with ice 

“you can think he’s not dangerous, but any idiot who owns a death trap like a dirtbike-”

“sicheng, it’s like a normal bike but with an engine. it’s like a car but without the-”

“the safety, without the safety. really - i didn’t think you’d be the type to be into bad guys like that.”

you make a pfft sound with your lips, filling the glass with water and setting it down beside him

“first off, im not into anyone - i talked to him once. and just because they like bikes, doesn’t make them bad - you’ve been reading too many of those cliché scripts.”

sicheng makes his own sound of disapproval, but takes the drink you offer and brings the straw to his lips

you get busy with other customers, at some point kun and xiaojun turn up and distract sicheng

the whole time you work, something in you keeps making you stop to look out of the window

last night, the row of bikes had been there, but now they’re gone - maybe they’re not coming into town tonight?

you reprimand yourself every time you do look, because really it is just like you said to sicheng - yukhei was just saying hi. 

finally it’s time for you to close the cafe again

the only reason sicheng doesn’t stay is because kun drags him somewhere else and if there’s anyone more stubborn than sicheng, it’s the elder of the pair

you take your time - calling the boss to let him know you’re leaving 

“did that group of loud boys wreck havoc again?”

“group of boys?”

“the ones on those bikes, not motorcycles the other ones-”

your hand gets a little sweaty as it holds the phone

“no, they didn’t come around today.”

“good. be safe going home.”

you think about the conversation as you subconsciously start walking after you lockup 

there’s a way to get home that’s faster, and much safer, but there’s a longer way too - that has you walk most of the boardwalk

really, it’s still safe - because of summer the beach is as bright as a movie screen till midnight - but you avoid it for the crowd and the noise

your feet urge you to turn at your usual corner, but you don’t, you make way to the little stairs that lead from the sidewalk and onto the old wooden boardwalk

there are lots of people still about, packing their things up from their time at the beach or coming to stroll by the waves when the sand isn’t burning under their feet

groups of friends, smiling strangers, couples with kids or without 

everyone is enjoying their summer, and you almost feel out of place because your summer is going just as you thought it would. completely uneventful. long days at the cafe, lonely nights in your room

“oh?”

you hear your name suddenly and turn your head left to see yukhei leaning against one of the benches

on the bench are what look like some of his fellow friends, some have those moto jackets you’ve only seen on tv  hanging off their shoulders and others are drinking out of cups and swinging the keys to their bikes around their fingers

yukhei comes over to you and everyone in his crew throws a look over their shoulder

you blink when he stops in front of you - right, you think, he’s pretty tall

“are you getting off work?”

“yep”

“it’s really late, your boyfriend doesn’t ever walk you home?”

“boyfriend?” 

you retort almost sarcastically, because where did the sudden idea that you - walking alone on a boardwalk made for summer romance - have a boyfriend

yukhei scratches the back of his neck and you notice some scrapes on his elbows

“oh there’s the guy - in the cafe with you all the time, he glares a lot - uh-”

“sicheng? oh no, he’s a friend.” you can’t help but chuckle “but you’re right he doesn’t smile often.”

yukhei seems to suddenly beam at the confirmation, which makes something inside of you feel a little warm, but awkward so you point to his injuries

“bike accident?”

he pokes at the yellowing flesh and winces, “yeah. but it happens a lot.”

“it seems like a dangerous sport, do you not mind getting hurt?”

the question is more curiosity than anything - you’re not trying to be mocking or even mean - and yukhei can tell from the way you’re still casting a concerned look at his other arm for evidence of any other “accidents”

“i mean i mind it, but i love it too much to give up” 

yukhei laughs and it sounds nice, pleasant - people with good laughs tend to have good hearts

“and im not really good at anything else. like if i was to be a waiter in a cafe like you, id probably hurt myself a lot more than i do on a dirt bike”

you want to correct him, you’re technically not a waiter - but a barista - but you stop because you are slightly transfixed by the kindness that glows from him 

you’ve never seen someone else radiate so......positively

suddenly one of his friends calls out his name, asks if he’s going to join them as they head back to get their bikes

yukhei looks at you before he answers - “i could walk you home, since it is late.”

“that’s ok, thank you for offering.” you push your hands behind your back a little as you tell him goodnight, before you’re a couple of steps away someone from his group shouts out

“yukhei’s not only good with dirt bikes - he’s a good kisser too-”

by the sound of it, yukhei jumps on his friend and tells him to shut up! you hear the aftermath of the scuffle, but don’t turn around as you giggle to yourself

a couple of times after that, you see yukhei simply in passing

sometimes you’re in the middle of your shift and he walks by the window with his friends, he looks up and sees you and waves - but he doesn’t come in

you wave back every time and a part of you pinches when he the door doesn’t open after

other times, you’ll see him after work - or you’ll hear his bike somewhere and he slows down to ask how work is before speeding off to catch up with friends

little bits and pieces of interactions, never anything more than that 

you don’t really tell sicheng about it either, he grumbles enough about the noise they make and the other things he doesn’t like so you decide not to bother even though he’s a close friend

and the twilights of a little crush on yukhei are most definitely seeping into your brain

but everything changes when you find yourself closing the cafe after a super busy saturday, where you hadn’t been able to get everyone out until it hit past eleven.

the boss had thanked you profously and promised a good overtime check since you’d stayed so late

and you were too exhausted to be too mad about having to stay past your schedule

as you went through your routine, you nearly jumped from your skin when the door opened and you turned to explain - no really, you were closed now when you came face to face with yukhei

the side of his cheek is obviously bruised, scrapes that look like bad road rash cascade down past the angle of his jaw and onto his neck

he limps a little when he makes it across the doors threshold and you see dried blood on his knuckles

“yukhei?” you rush over and take him by forearm, making sure to hold onto the skin that isn’t covered in some kind of wound

“yukhei what are you doing here - did you fall off your bike, you have to go to a hospital now!”

not anywhere close to being a doctor, you can only prematurely tend to him with the cheap ass first aid kit from the kitchen

the entire time you keep saying that he has to go to the hospital

and yukhei mumbles that he doesn’t know where one is, his friends weren’t with him either - he got hurt alone - so he came to the only place that was close by and familiar

you look up at him - he’s sitting on the same bar stool that sicheng is usually in  and you’re standing between his legs, bottle of ointment uncapped on the counter - bandages in your hand

“ok, ill take you - ill call a friend who has a car.”

“im ok.”

he lifts a hand and wraps it gently around your wrist. you can feel the wear on his skin from his leather gloves and old callouses from old injuries

he stares at you and the only light is from the kitchen, flickering on and off

“you’re not ok, you might have a more serious internal injur-”

“if i was bleeding inside, i would know.”

you frown, he says it like it has happened before - you wonder how many times has yukhei fell off his bike, or gotten hurt some other way - how many times has he done it alone 

“fine, you don’t have to go now but go sometime soon. promise me.”

he looks at you, the autumn chestnut color you saw when you first met him is glazed now in a darker brown. 

“ill promise you if you promise me something too.”

swallowing, you become acutely aware of how close you are - his knees are grazing either side of your thighs. your wrist is still in his lax hold.

you smell sweat, blood, and cologne on him. he smells the tiredness of your work on you.

“this isn’t a joke yukhei, i just want you to be-”

“i will go, i promise but promise me something too.”

“ok. ok fine, what? do you want free coffee or -”

“promise you’ll kiss me at least once before this summer is over.”

before you even realize it, you agree. simply because you want him so badly to go to the hospital, or at least that’s how you come to terms with it on your own.

you itch as the promise swirls around your head, even hours after you watched yukhei walk away from your front door - banged up and bruised and stilling insisting on walking you home

when you see sicheng the next day, you want to tell him about everything because your head feels like a tangled mess 

but you don’t - you just pick at the strings of your apron, make drinks and heat up pastries 

three days go by and yukhei doesn’t show himself anywhere. he’s not even in his group of friends who you see once again on the boardwalk one night after work

you somehow push past the nervous feeling and ask one of them where he is

“ah, his bike is all fucked up so he’s been mopping about it while it’s in the shop.”

“did he go to the hospital?”

the guy laughs, shakes his head - “knowing yukhei, probably not. but we haven’t seen him for a while either.”

you say thank you and turn to leave - you hear some kind of buzzing, some kind of mention of you and yukhei and what kind of ‘relationship’ you’re in - but you push past it

you don’t even know where he lives, let alone where he rides his bike so you can’t really go and check on him

you have to wait for him to come to you - that bothers you.

you stop and return to the group, who all simmer to silence when you come close again.

“where do you guys usually ride your bikes?”

you’ve never been this far up the beach, mostly because this part is relatively blocked off from swimming because of the high ridges of rocks and the part of the coast that disappears into the mountains 

there’s a trail for hikers that leads off and into the trees, but you don’t go there - worried you’ll get lost without a map or guidance

yukhei’s friends said they mostly biked here  - dirt bikes aren’t motorcycles you know that right babe?

you cross your hands over your chest - on your one free day of the week, you want to be splayed out on your floor under a fan. not looking for yukhei - someone who is practically a stranger to you

is he though? we might have talked less times than i can count on all my fingers but would i really call him a stranger?

you look around but it seems barren, almost eerily quiet and isolated

so when the loud sound of an engine roars from that opening into the mountains, you almost teeter back 

with a flair of dirt and sand that flies toward you in a storm, you hear a bike rip down and into dune

the red bike strikes against the sizzling backdrop of the summer day and your eyes widen when you see it do a half-circle and come to a halt

yukhei pulls the helmet off and shakes his sweaty hair from his forehead - he looks over at you and you think you have lost the ability to speak

i know im supposed to be angry and concerned, but he looks so hot it’s almost unfair

the road rash on his cheek is healing better than expected, but his wounds are all still clear as day - scabbing as they heal

he doesn’t get off the bike - just looks at you and then beckons you over with a tilt of his head

you almost protest because you came here to be all strong willed and insist that he go see the doctor, also when did his bike get out of the shop? 

but you bend to the command and make your way over

he kills the engine and stares at you - you stare back

“where have you been?”

“i went to the hospital like i promised.”

the sudden confession makes you drop your hands - “really! what did they say?”

“no internal bleeding.” he leans his body slightly over the side of his bike “told you id know if i was dying.”

“still, im happy you went. it’s better to be safe than so-” 

he drops his helmet on the sand and your sentence cuts off with the sound

“so i kept my promise, do you want to keep yours now?”

don’t be silly, im not kissing you - you don’t even like me and i don’t -

all the excuses in your brain just get lost in the jumble that’s already made a home up there, so you just decide that fine. you will keep that idiotic, dumb, heat of the moment promise.

you grab yukhei by the sides of his tank top, starling him as you push yourself toward his mouth

using the leveraged grip you let your hold relax only enough so that you can dig your nails through the fabric and into the skin of his ribs

yukhei makes a growling noise into your mouth that is somehow more sweltering than the summer sun

he cranes his neck slightly so when you run your tongue across the slip of his lips he can easily grant you any of the access you require, one hand goes up to grip the back of his neck

he takes one hand from the handles of the bike and slips it to the small of your back - then up between your shoulder blades as he pushes you closer

it’s supposed to be one kiss. one little, flimsy kiss, and yet the attraction you feel between you two is so charged that you cannot stop

you only break back to see if yukhei feels the same thing, and it is written all over his face, he does

that and the way he tells you to step back as he gets off the bike, it falls to the sand and you start to ask why in the world he’s so careless with everything when he just wraps you up in his arms and starts kissing you again

“i wont be careless when it comes to you”

his mouth is magical, even more so as it drags down to your neck and the layer of sweat between your bodies is threatening to turn to fucking cement and keep you stuck in this embrace for the rest of eternity (not that either of you would mind)

but it’s so hot and you are not about to fall back on this sand - so you somehow manage to tell yukhei to meet you later tonight

“want a ride home?” he pants, but you unglue yourself from the plane of his perfect chest and shake your head, “meet me at ten.”

yukhei is there on time. he didn’t bring his bike, which is a good idea considering the noise it would make, he looks so sweet when you come downstairs and he asks if you want to go on a date

a date, like go get dinner if you haven’t had any or play boardwalk games until midnight

you say yes. just not tonight 

yukhei’s look of childish confusion makes you laugh as you take his hand and lead him back inside.

sicheng might have warned you about yukhei being “bad”, the only little problem is you might have always been the “bad” one all along 

with how big, strong, dirt biking yukhei looks up at you with absolute awe as you forgo chitchat over shared ice-cream and push him down onto the sheets of your bed

in the morning, you have to go to work and yukhei has to leave through the window, but you kiss him one last time and he mumbles he’ll meet you after your shift

“now i do have a boyfriend to walk me home, huh?” 

you giggle and yukhei nearly trips over himself at the word

you do let yukhei take you on a date, of course you do - and it’s as soft and sweet as you expect because yukhei is the opposite of what he looks like at first glance

all the bruises, all the confidence, all the arrogant handsomeness that is ingrained in his perfect features is just a cover. he’s a big teddy bear.

refusing to let you pay, giving you his jacket, offering to come over early and help you lock up

holding your hand gently, kissing your forehead when you complain about dumb customers, the absolute sugary-sweet pillow talk that sometimes makes you feel like you’re in a hallmark movie romcom

when sicheng catches yukhei with a hand around your waist on the boardwalk - he nearly calls the police, but you explain everything - sans the more intimate details and it takes a long time for sicheng to accept it but

you are happy, god you are so happy it is pouring out of you - especially when you are with yukhei

even your boss warms up to him (only him, the rest of his buddies are basically barred from coming into the cafe) 

and yukhei, when you see him with others, it’s obvious that he is an extroverted charmer - one afternoon he helps you with orders and when he returns, the receipt is covered in numbers

of course - he crumples it and tosses it into the garbage as he lets a secret hand sneak up your shirt behind the shield of the counter

and then, the summer is whisking away, and you feel the first kisses of autumn when yukhei is helping you steady yourself on the dirt bike - even though you refuse to actually ever ride it

you shiver at the breeze and yukhei feels your goosebumps under his fingertips

“hey, are you going to leave once summer is over - i know you and your friends are just staying here because it’s a great place to bike but-”

he leans down and buries his face in your hair

“why, you gonna miss me if i leave?”

you reach behind you to try and flick him, but he dodges

“i just wanted to know - if i should get ready for heartbreak or-”

“don’t ever say that, i would never hurt you.” 

his tone drops and you know he’s being serious

“i love you and im not going anywhere.”

he helps you off the bike and then pulls you into his arms

“promise?” 

you whisper, but yukhei hears it and you feel him nod 

“promise.”

a couple of years later, you hear a loud sound from the living room and rush out to the garage 

you see yukhei rubbing his head - wrench in one hand and a broken looking bike on the floor

“what happened?!”

“i didn’t put the kick stand down all the way so it toppled over”

you kneel down beside him and examine him for any wounds, 

yukhei watches you and the concern that is always so bright and tender in your eyes when it comes to him

you turn his hand over to make sure, the engagement band on his finger catches the light as you do 

the matching one on your hand feels cool against his skin.

“you’re so careless, seriously!”

you puff your cheeks out and chide him with all the love, he smiles back and leans in to kiss your frown

“true, but im never careless with you.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s true - ever since he first said it till now. 

#ok in my defense.......i think dirt bikes are cooler than just motorcycles. #also the suits they were during xgames is so cool like imagine yukhei in one #yukhei au #lucas au #nct au #wayv au #lucas imagines #yukhei imagines #wayv #lucas #yukhei #blood/ #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #yukhei scenarios #lucas scenarios #nostolgic au

[opalesense]

more than friends

kaeya & gn!reader

2k words • ~15 min. read

summary: feeling down in the dumps on a lonely valentine’s day evening, you are met with a pleasant surprise from your close friend, kaeya.

warnings: just pure lovesick fluff!!  shy kaeya my beloved... <3

notes: i defrosted this draft from valentine’s day aahhh hope you like it!! ;^; p.s. shoutout if you can spot his canon voice lines in this hehehe

SITTING WITH MY BACK ON THE FOUNTAIN WALL and watching the rotating blades of the windmills in Mondstadt was not how I expected to spend my evening on Valentine's Day.

   To be honest, Valentine's Day was never that big of a deal to me.  For the past few years, I always considered Valentine's Day to be a day where vendors could get a boost of profit by exploiting the gift-giving aspect of the holiday and selling their wares to cheesy couples who wouldn't know any better.  Why was there a dedicated day to be sweet to your significant other?  Couldn't special gifts be given at any other time of the year?

  Despite my indifference to Valentine's Day, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely this year.  My back purposely faced the couples of Mondstadt who would walk by now and then on their way to their dates and instead I had windmills to accompany me along with a book to pass the time.  I figured my evening stroll outside wouldn't make me feel so disappointed in myself, but I was proven sorely wrong.  I couldn't even look at other people today without feeling sorry for myself.

   "[Y/N]?" a familiar voice drew closer behind me, interrupting my lament and startling me.  "What are you doing here all alone?"

   I turned my head to see my close friend and neighbor Kaeya approaching me, carrying a small leather pack along with his sheathed sword on his waist.  I realized he probably finished his shift at the Knights of Favonius headquarters and was just about to head home.  The sight of him eased some of my worries knowing that despite my usual solitude, at least I would talk to one person today.  "Just reading a book," I held up the cover of my book for him to see.  He gave a small nod to the title as I put it back down into my lap.  "How did you even spot me here?"

   "I can see you from my office," he pointed at a window on the wall of the headquarters, "You chose quite an odd spot for reading, dear friend. You must be uncomfortable on the ground like that.”

   I nervously laughed, not wanting to admit that I sat behind this fountain to avoid looking at how much fun everyone else was having.  My gaze turned to the sky, a vibrant orange that now began fading into a shadow of dark blue sprinkled with stars.  Dusk was approaching. “I suppose it is getting a little late for reading, now that I think about it.  I think I might head home now."

   "Allow me to accompany you on your walk home.  I’m headed that way, after all," he quickly offered as I began to prop myself up to my feet.  He held out his hand to help me on my way up, the sudden physical contact sending a shiver down my spine.  As clearly touch deprived as I was, my hand quickly pulled away once I was standing and dusted off my clothes, which were wrinkled from sitting for so long today.

   "You are too kind, Kaeya," I grinned, earning a grin back from him.  Maybe this is my loneliness speaking for me, but I swear that smile might have made my heart skip a beat.  Although I may have had a crush on Kaeya for the past few months, there was no way I’d ever let those thoughts resurface now.  I've done a good job of repressing the feelings for so long, whether I was around him or not.  At least, I thought I did.

   As we walked, it suddenly dawned on me that the feelings never truly went away.  They were persistent for months, despite being suppressed.  He was my closest friend for quite some time now.  So maybe it was a sign that it was meant to be...

   Chills ran down my spine at this realization.  And once the truth had settled in, the feelings I thought I had managed to stow away suddenly flooded my mind in a storm of emotion.  The more we talked during the walk home, the more eager my heart was to open up and let the thought of him fill the cavernous, lonely void inside.  My eyes nervously turned to our feet, which stepped together in perfect sync.  My attention darted to the hand at his side, which I ached to touch once more.  The more I tried to fight this longing, to forget about it and keep it isolated, the more it fought back in an effort to stay alive.

   "[Y/N]?" his sultry voice snapped me out of my delusion.  Do NOT let your emotions take control of you, I scolded myself.

   "Sorry," I shuffled my feet towards his figure, which had stopped a few meters away.  The world seemed to stop when I was lost in thought, and with each step I took towards him, the world slowly resumed from where I mentally left it.

   "Is something wrong?" he asked, now concerned.  "You know you can talk to me."

   "No, no.  I'm fine," I gripped my book, fighting the urge to break in front of him.  "I'm just a little lost in my thoughts."

   "Well then, what's on your mind?"

   "Kaeya, you won't make fun of me if I’m being honest with you right?" I started to speak without thinking.  No, no, no!  What are you about to say?!

   "What makes you think I would?  C’mon, [Y/N].  We joke around a lot but you know I'm good with secrets."

   What are you doing?!  Don’t fall under pressure like this!

   "Well...  I’ve felt quite lonely today.  A little part in me hurts to see so many people enjoying Valentine's Day, knowing fully well that I live alone and spend most of my days alone...   I guess what I’m trying to say is that it was very kind of you to go out of your way to talk to me today, Kaeya.  It means a lot more to me than you know."

   The silence that followed that regurgitation of thoughts was lethal.  Kaeya didn't even stop.  We just kept walking.  I ignored the instant regret that pounded the walls in my head.

   "So you didn't have any plans today?" he asked, as if he had just ignored everything I told him.

   "Not at all.  I was taking a stroll to find a good reading spot for today but seeing so many couples together...  I guess it was like pouring salt into the wound.  That's why I was sitting turned away from everything, if that answers your question from earlier."

   Now you've just told him too much.  If he didn't already think you were sad and lonely before, he definitely thinks so now.

   "You shouldn't isolate yourself like that, [Y/N].  We could've– forget it, actually," he chuckled and rested his hand on the back of his neck as we finally approached our residential complex.

   "Hey, spit it out!" I nudged him with my elbow, "I poured out my thoughts for you, don't get all shy now.  It's your turn."

   We stopped at my front door, exchanging small chuckles.  The space between us was killing me. If only I could get enveloped by his warm embrace now... No!

   "How about I tell you later?  Meet me here in around ten minutes."

   "What?!" I scoffed, "Now you’re just toying with me."

   "Ten minutes," he gave me one last grin and a short wave before jogging away towards his own house.  I shook my head as I turned the key to my door, feeling the slamming of my heart against my ribs and the sloppy mix of awe, nervousness, and regret boiling in my stomach.  His smile was frozen inside my mind like a photograph capturing a memory. It hurt to like him this much.

   A knock on my door ten minutes later pulled me away from tending to my plants on my balcony.  I set the watering can down and rushed to the door, straightening out my clothes once more before opening it.  Contrary to my expectations, Kaeya stood in the doorway with a shy grin, his hands obviously hiding something behind his back.

   "I thought you were joking when you said ten minutes," I scoffed and crossed my arms, looking up at him to meet a pair of soft eyes.

   "Still don't have plans for tonight?" his eyebrows raised with the question.

   "No.  What, are you about to take me out on a date or something?" I said in jest.  He chuckled and uncrossed his arms behind his back with slight hesitation before revealing a dainty bouquet of calla lilies tied with a silver ribbon.  My jaw dropped slightly in shock with the sight of the charming white petals.

   "I am, actually," his voice was gentler and sweeter than usual.  "These are for you."

   He motioned for me to take the bouquet, which I gladly accepted.  The subtle fragrance reminded me of his own scent, which made me smile.  I secretly wished my entire house would smell like this unforgettable aroma – this unforgettable man.

   "[Y/N]," his words were laced with hesitation, "I have been waiting weeks to tell you this but...  you are constantly on my mind.  Whenever I see you my heart jumps and..."

   He chuckled with nervousness.  That grin never fails to make my chest light up.

   "...and I know you're not going to believe me because you say I smooth talk everyone, but I promise you, [Y/N].  I know you see that I’m nervous right now – that doesn't happen to me with anyone else.  This feeling hasn't gone away for months.”  Instant regret suddenly painted his face, which I quickly took notice of.  I stepped closer to him and lifted my hand to gently cup his warm, blushing cheek.  It was my way of telling him to keep talking without interrupting him.

   "[Y/N]..." he blushed more at the touch and sighed, "you are so special to me and... I’ll get straight to the point. I want to be more than friends. I really mean it.”

   He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited eagerly for my response.  I was no longer thinking properly.  My heart had taken over my mind, and for once, it was for my benefit.

   "Kaeya," my voice cracked with a million emotions at once, "you have no clue how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.  I am so in love with you it makes me sick," I admitted lightheartedly.

   He laughed with relief, taking another step closer to me and shrinking the space between us.  He lifted his hand to grab mine and intertwined our fingers together.  The mood shifted from nerve wrecking intensity to reassurance and gentleness the instant our palms met.  He caressed my hand with his gloved thumb for reassurance, chasing all my troubles away.  "I promise I will never let you feel alone ever again."

   We stood there staring into each other's eyes for a few moments, exchanging so many mutual emotions in mere seconds.  A blush began to creep up my face as well when he gave my hand a squeeze accompanied with a proud smile.

   "Well, now that we're both blushing messes in love with each other, how about we finally go out tonight?"  Our friendly dynamic finally returned to clear the thickness in the air once he broke the silence.  "I have to admit, I was feeling a little lonely myself and was just going to drink at the tavern with some of the other Knights tonight.”

   "Not anymore, I hope?"

   "Definitely not.  I’d rather spend the evening holding your hand and taking a stroll through the city so everyone knows I’m finally yours."

   This man sure knows how to say the right thing.  I glanced at the bouquet in my arms, partly to hide my reddened face but also to ask, "Could I put these in a vase first?  They're beautiful, by the way. I really love calla lilies.”

   "Oh yes, of course. But they’re not as beautiful as you, cutie," Kaeya said with no reluctance.

 There's the flirty Kaeya that I know.

 I let out a shy laugh as he let go of my hand, the loss of touch making me pout.  As I turned to put the flowers away, he leaned on the doorframe and let out a deep breath.

    "Well, I'll be here.  Don't make me wait too long, now."

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #mine #boom #genshin impact x reader

[amitlee]

hello there :) uhm would it be possible to do 10 and 14 (if that’s okay) with lee!techno and you can choose the ler! :)

Barriers

10. “Im not ticklish.”

Lee!Techno Ler!Ghostbur

I completely forgot to put 14 in there somewhere, but I kinda did 10! Also, sorry I left in my inbox for so long!

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“Technoblade! The most wonderful thing happened today!” Ghostbur enthusiastically explained. To his friend who was currently bent over farming potatoes. He doesn’t understand why he still grows the vegetable since the contest had been over for many months now.

Technoblade shot up from his bent over position having been startled from the unexpected voice. “Hello Ghostbur, I’m busy.” He said, now settling back down to continue his work. Don’t get him wrong, Ghostbur was a delight to have around, but the reminder of Wilbur was something he didn’t want at the moment.

The ghost’s smile never faltered as he went on to tell the hybrid about his day. The story was rather uninteresting, but Techno listened to the rambling as if it was background noise. He was mostly tuning it out until he heard a series of strange events begin to unfold.

“-so I threw him over my shoulder and his axe fell out of his hand, thankfully because you never kno-“

Techno cut him off with a raise of his hand. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about again?”

Ghostbur sighed impatiently and placed a hand on his hip, he looked like a disappointed mother. “I knew you weren’t listening. I’m talking about tickling Tommy.” He paused for a minute in thought before looking back to the hybrid. “Say Techno, are you ticklish?”

Techno froze for a split second but tried to act natural. “I’m not ticklish. At least I don’t think so. You were saying?” He willed the ghost to simply forget what he’d admitted.

Ghostbur didn’t forget. “You think?” He questioned with a curious gaze.

“Yep.”

The younger man hummed in thought. Techno seemed like he wanted to be left alone, but he was intrigued at this point and tasered the man’s sides without a second thought.

Techno expected him to try and had attempted to ready himself for the oncoming sensation. He managed to stifle his reactions except for the physical twitch of his body. He cleared his throat, “See, not ticklish.”

“No wait, let me try again. Here, turn towards me.”

“I really don’t think that’s the best ide-“

“It is, I promise it is. Now turn”

The eldest sighed and turned as ordered. He was now looking up at Ghostbur, who kneeled in front of the man and set his hands on his sides before pausing.

“Just tell me if you really want me to stop, okay? But don’t worry, it should be fun.” The ghost said with a reassuring smile.

Techno had never been the best at eye contact, it was strangely intimate. His eyes shifted from the ground to his hands, only occasionally sneaking glances at his acquaintance.

The sensation was strange to say the least. Ghostbur was very gentle in general, it seemed to carry over to his touches as well. While it usually took more pressure to get any significant reactions from the warrior, tingles erupted from the areas the ghost touched.

He was unsure of if he should hold his reactions back. After all, he did have a reputation to keep up. But Ghostbur was so nice and whatever was going on with his hands definitely added onto the feeling.

Noticing the lack of response he was getting, Ghostbur moved his hands to now scribble a little firmer on the hybrid’s stomach.

The change was immediate. On Techno’s end, the feeling was stronger and more satisfying than it was before. It now drew huffs of laughter that bordered into titters when Ghostbur skimmed over a particularly bad spot. On Ghostbur’s end, he saw a small change, but it was all he needed. Now motivated with the knowledge that Technoblade was at least a little ticklish, he continued.

His hands drifted downwards to Techno’s hips as he kept up the firm yet gentle scribbling. As he got lower, Techno’s squirming became apparent and he let out slightly muffled titters. By the time Ghostbur’s hands made contact with Techno’s hips, the restricted laughter became more unfiltered.

“Ohohokay, you gohot me Ghohohostbur. You can stohop now.” Techno uncharacteristically giggled out. He didn’t want it to stop, but was unsure of what to do with himself at the moment.

Ghostbur slowed to a stop, not wanting to overstep but clearly disappointed. “We were just getting into it! Do I really have to stop?”

Techno was much better at masking his emotions than his companion and was able to seem somewhat nonchalant in his reply. “I guess you can keep goin’ if you want to. But you aren’t going to get much more than this.”

Whatever repressed embarrassment he felt was overshadowed by the look of pure excitement on Ghostbur’s face.

The excitement transpired into his touches as he went back to the man’s hips and tried squeezing instead. It worked like a charm, having caught him off guard. The shock caused Technoblade to fall onto his back, Ghostbur following suit and not being affected by the change in position. If anything, he had access to more exposed areas. He continued the light hearted assault of gentle squeezes, the grip on Techno’s hips keeping him pinned on his back.

The touches stayed the same, an unyielding flurry. Another consistency was the silence from Ghostbur, making Techno’s laughter the only sound. Even though he hadn’t been flustered by previous teasing, the silence seemed to have a completely different affect.

“SAHAhay sohomething!” Techno practically squawked out. He was surprised at the amount of strength Ghostbur had, he had no trouble holding the warrior in place.

Ghostbur honestly hadn’t meant to stay quiet at all, he simply got lost in thought and concentration. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with the outcome, however, and couldn’t help but be a little smug.

“Like what?” Ghostbur asked. “Like how fun this is? I’m having so much fun with you, Technoblade! I think your laugh is as bright as the sun, and I’ve gotten pretty close to the sun, so I’d know.”

Ghostbur decided that getting to watch the normally stoic Technoblade hide his face and emit muffled giggles was one of his new favorite things. And it would definitely be worth whatever revenge was surely coming his way. As the idea of revenge came into his mind, he couldn’t help but lose some of the small ler mood he’d developed. But, there was still a chance to tire the piglin hybrid out enough to at least hold off revenge for the near future.

The ghost thought long and hard about how to tire him out without overdoing it and overstepping any unknown boundaries. He didn’t remember ever seeing Techno being tickled. But, he did recall seeing Phil scratch behind his ears, Techno leaned into the touch and smiled every time.

He noticed Techno starting to squirm more and being his hands near the ghost’s. Having no other bright ideas, he stopped the tickles on his hips, and brought his hands to the man’s ears. He began gently scratching behind them towards the base, similar to what he’d seen.

The reaction was small, but the ghost found it incredibly endearing. Techno leaned into the touch, as expected, his hands came to hold Ghostbur’s forearms but didn’t try to pull him away. Instead, he let out occasional huffs of air through his nose and grinned widely. His eyes closed and he closely resembled a happy cat.

Ghostbur repressed any verbal reactions as to not disturb Techno in such a vulnerable state. But when the man started to stur, he slipped a hand away from his ears and let it gently scratch around his stomach.

Now with gentle tickling on both his stomach and ear, Techno all but melted. The occasional huffs were replaced with much bouncier chuckles. The feelings were not overwhelming in the slightest for him, quite the opposite actually, as they left him feeling relaxed and wanting a nap.

Techno opened his eyes and looked at Ghostbur with a dazed but undeniably happy look on his face. Ghostbur had stopped the tickling earlier than he had planned, he recognized that he’d accidentally melted Techno before doing any real wrecking. But they were both satisfied.

Once Ghostbur had moved from his hips, Techno sat up. He looked to where he was previously laying and saw the smushed crops that would undoubtedly need to be replanted. He looked back to his friend, “I’m going to get you back for that in particular.” He teased light heartedly but there was no mistaking the statement for a lie.

Ghostbur gave a sheepish smile, “But not now though?” He questioned, not really minding either way.

“Nope. You’ll live to see tomorrow, maybe.” He shot his eyes back to the ghost at the last part with a playful glint in them. But his posture remained relaxed and there was still the nagging need for rest. He stood up and began making his way to his house. “I think I’m goin’ to go sleep now, thanks for that or whatever.”

Ghostbur scrambled to his feet as well and looked after the already walking hybrid. “Can I come too?” He called after him.

Techno gave a sarcastically exaggerated sigh and turned his head to look back as Ghostbur, “I suppose.” He let out another chuckle when Ghostbur cheered and ran up to join him at his side. Ghostbur had broken a barrier by the physical contact and the tension present in thier first moments together was long gone.

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I’m soft.

I also just finished state testing!!! Whoooo! In total, this past week I tested for about 11 hours...ouch. But I’m glad I got it done and I think I did pretty good!

Anyways, super sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long, I just couldn’t think of what to put. I really like how this turned out though and I hope you do too! 💕💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!technoblade #lee!techno #Ler!ghostbur #dreamsmptickle #dsmpticklefic

[ticklishfiend]

Cool Beans (My Hero Academia)

Pairings : Lee!Ojiro / Ler!Bakusquad (minor lee!bkg, ler!kiri with kiribaku!!!)

A/N : aaa this was a rlly cute prompt, tysm anon! took me a while to write this considering i wasn't really sure how to write for ojiro's character haha. i also don't think the toe bean thing is canon whatsoever but guess what, neither is kiribaku and u dont see me shutting up abt them do u? either way, hope u guys enjoy this!! much love <333

Summary : Denki decides to invite Ojiro to one of the Bakusquad's weekly sleepovers, and once they both arrive, is shocked to find that Ojiro has...toe beans? No way he can't investigate those! (even if they do turn out to be a bit sensitive...)

Word Count : 3651

⚠️quick heads up!! i had to add some lines after the "keep reading" so tumblr wouldn't mess up the writing! pls ignore them, they have nothing to do with the actual story!⚠️

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!! MWAH <333

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“Here, just glue that last paper down and we should be done!” Denki clapped his hands together with a wide smile, his tongue poking out of his teeth in excitement as Ojiro pasted the last picture onto their poster board for the night.

The pair had been working on a group project together for the past two days, and after hours of pretty heavy research and planning, they were finally finished, and Denki could not be more thrilled to not have to work anymore tonight. He’s had a good time with Ojiro the past two days, though, and wasn’t really ready to just part ways with him just yet. He’d never really hung out with the guy much before this, and as it turns out they got along much better than he would’ve initially guessed. No way Denki was just gonna give up the chances of a new good friend.

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“So that’s it, right? We didn’t, like, forget a chunk did we?” Ojiro asked cautiously, knowing Denki was one to often forget important details like that. The electric teen sat in genuine thought for a moment, before popping his mouth with a smile.

“Nope! We’re all good, man,” Denki stood from his spot on the floor, moving the poster over to another side of the room and picking up his bookbag, turning back around to face Ojiro who was busy putting stuff away in his drawers. “Hey, um, me and a couple others are having a sleepover in the common room tonight. Would you wanna join us? I’ve kinda enjoyed hanging out with you these past few days so I think it’d be pretty fun if you went!”

Ojiro looked at him with an almost shocked expression on his face for a moment, eyebrows raised and mouth just slightly agape. “O-Oh, um...sure!” He looked towards his bedroom door a little warily and almost like he was confused, looking back to Denki with a thumb pointed towards the door. “Is it happening, like, now, or…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah Bakugou and Kirishima already finished their project so they’re probably down there right now, but you can just come down whenever you feel like it! I’ve gotta grab a few pillows and my blanket first but I’ll be down there in just a minute.”

“Alright then, um...I guess I’ll meet you there?”

“Sure thing, man! I’ll tell the others you’ll be coming,” Denki gave Ojiro a big thumbs up before practically bouncing his way out the door and towards his own room to grab his stuff. This was definitely gonna be a fun night.

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It took a while for Ojiro to get his stuff together for the night, wanting to make sure he had everything so he wouldn’t have to walk back to his room in the middle of the night and risk waking any of the light-sleepers of the dorm. But, once he was sure he had everything and had hyped himself up enough to do it, he finally made his way out of his bedroom, walking towards the common area with his pillow and blanket in hand.

Upon entry, Denki’s whole little friend group was sat lounging around the common areas. Bakugou and Kirishima were cuddled together under the same blanket at the corner of one of the couches, while Mina was on the opposing side of the same couch under her own pink and purple blanket. Sero sat on his own little chair, while Denki sat on the floor on top of an orange bean bag someone must have brought from their own room. Ojiro took a deep breath in before marching his way towards them, waving his arm that held his pillow under the armpit.

“Hey guys!” Ojiro greeted with a smile, all the teens turning around to face him with smiles of their own (well, all except for Bakugou, but Ojiro took no offense to that).

“Ayyye, it’s the Tailster!” Sero chuckled from his spot on the chair, giving Ojiro a little nod in welcome. Denki hopped off his beanbag excitedly, speeding his way behind Sero’s chair to grab a purple bean bag he must’ve brought just for Ojiro’s company. He plopped it right down next to his orange one, showing it off with pride.

“Jirou let me borrow this tonight! I invited her over too but apparently she had plans with Momo,” Denki rolled his eyes playfully with a grin, pretending to gag with a finger in his mouth.

“Booooo, love sucks!” Sero heckled with his hands cupping around his mouth, chuckling when Bakugou threw a throw pillow at him from his spot cuddled up against Kirishima.

Ojiro giggled at their playfulness, sitting his pillow down beside his beanbag before sitting himself down on it comfortably. “Thanks for inviting me, you guys, seriously.”

“Babes, of course!” Mina exclaimed from her spot behind Ojiro on the couch. “We love having you around, Oji!”

“Yeah man, what she said!” Kirishima spoke up, pointing at Mina in agreement. “You’re a super manly dude, Ojiro. We were so excited when Denki told us you said you’d come!”

“Dude, even Bakugou was psyched,” Sero smirked, pointing his thumb at a now seething Bakugou.

“I was not PSYCHED you Spider-Man wannabe! He’s just less annoying than any of you bastards; thought it’d be a nice change of pace for once,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, slumping into Kirishima’s chest with his arms crossed like a pouting toddler. Kirishima just giggled at his boyfriend’s little temper tantrum, scratching at his scalp just the way he knew the blonde loved (which immediately calmed him down from any previous rage he felt towards the, quote, “Spider-Man Wannabe”).

Denki threw himself onto the bean bag next to Ojiro, TV remote in hand as he grinned up towards the tailed hero-in-training. “It’s a Disney movie night; got any suggestions as our guest of honor?”

Ojiro sat in thought for a minute, scratching at his chin as he scanned through all the past Disney films he’d watched over the years through his head. “Hm...Wreck It Ralph?”

“Oh FUCK yeah, this guy’s coming to every movie night from here on out!” Bakugou exclaimed, the compliment making Ojiro feel a little sheepish as he chuckled shyly. The others nodded in agreement, Denki getting the movie ready on the TV from his position propped up on the beanbag.

Once the movie had started, Ojiro decided he wanted to make himself a little more cozy now that he felt more comfortable around the group of other teens. He laid his pillow down on the floor, lounging back against the beanbag and propping up his feet on the soft cushion. Denki glanced over towards Ojiro when he noticed the movement, his eyes naturally gazing towards the boy’s now propped up feet. Denki gasped in excitement when he saw something he had never noticed before on the boy.

“Dude! You’ve got little toe beans!” The electric blonde pointed eagerly down at Ojiro’s feet, the tailed teen blushing slightly at the attention. Denki scooted in closer to his feet, looking intently at the little pink buds on his soles and toes. “No way, this is so cool! Can I touch them?”

“U-Uh, sure, just be gentle please,” Ojiro scratched at his neck sheepishly, unable to keep down the blush pushing at his cheeks and ears from the attention.

Sero suddenly hopped down from his spot on his chair, plopping down next to Denki to get a look at Ojiro’s feet as well. “Yup. Tailster’s got beans.”

Ojiro chuckled at the nickname before flinching when he felt a single finger touch down on the pink pad right under his toes. Denki used the pads of his fingers to idly trace and feel around the flesh, and Ojiro couldn’t help the way his toes tried to instinctively curl up at the sensation.

“They’re so soft, I could do this forever,” Denki sighed, continuing to brush little shapes into the pads. Ojiro gasped with a small jerk when he felt a nail accidentally scrape against the skin, and Denki instinctively pulled his hand back in shock. “Oh, dude, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Ojiro shook his head immediately. “No, you didn’t hurt me, it’s okay! It’s just...the uh, the ‘beans’ are a little...um…sensitive.”

Ojiro could see Sero raise an eyebrow at the word, a small grin appearing on his face as he nudged Denki in the shoulder with his elbow. “I think what Oji’s tryna say is, his beans are ticklish.” Sero glanced at the embarrassed Ojiro, Denki following suit with a large grin plastered on his face.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Kaminari, tickle his beans!” Mina giggled from her spot on the couch, Bakugou rolling his eyes at their silliness. The angry blonde pointed an accusatory finger towards Ojiro, the tailed boy’s eyes a little wide at the intimidation.

“Don’t be fuckin’ loud, Tail, I’m tryna watch the movie you picked out,” Bakugou grumbled, dropping his arm and pushing himself further into Kirishima’s chest as the red-head played with his hair soothingly.

Before Ojiro could respond, he yipped when he felt two teasing nails scratch slowly along the padding on his feet, his leg jerking back only to be stopped by Denki grabbing his ankle and holding the appendage in place.

“Ah ah ah, no getting away now, Oji! I wanna test this out a little more,” Denki chuckled, scribbling his two fingers into the bean. Ojiro gasped, quickly clamping his hands onto his mouth to muffle any giggles that threatened to burst out. Denki continued his slow, ticklish touches while looking over towards Sero. “Sero, get the other foot for me.”

“With pleasure~,” Sero chuckled, gently grabbing Ojiro’s other ankle and scribbling his fingers along the pad on his arch. Finally, Ojiro’s dam broke, muffled giggles being heard from behind his palms as he squirmed in his beanbag.

“Guhuhuys! Nohoho!” He giggled, gently pulling at his trapped feet to no avail. He really didn’t want to kick them, and was almost a little glad they were holding him by his ankles to prevent it, but at the same time it tickled so so badly and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it before he was gonna start to scream laugh.

“Does it really tickle?” Denki asked honestly, but the question only made Ojiro blush even harder behind his hands, the electric teen unintentionally teasing him beyond belief. “I’m gonna go faster, okay? I wanna test and see if it tickles more like that.”

Ojiro nodded shyly, before shrieking at the feeling of three fingers scribbling even faster along the pads of his foot, Sero’s hand still scribbling rather slowly on his other foot, but oh so teasingly.

“GYAHAHA! Kaminahahari! Guhuhuys! It tihihickles!” Ojiro cackled, keeping one hand over his mouth while the other went to grip at the side of his bean bag for support.

“Get his toes ones, you idiots. The toes always tickle worse,” Bakugou called from the couch, Kirishima giggling beside him.

“Yeah, you would know, wouldn’t you Bakugou?” Kirishima teased, pinching Bakugou’s side under the blanket and causing the blonde to yelp before hitting the redhead in the chest playfully with a frown.

Denki heard Bakugou loud and clear, moving his fingers up to scribble along the pads covering Ojiro’s toes. The poor tailed boy squealed, his kicking and thrashing getting a little more aggressive as Sero also moved upwards to mimic Denki’s tickling.

“NAHAHA! STHAHAHAP! IT TICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Ojiro cackled, both of his hands shooting down to clutch at his tummy that was convulsing from laughter. “PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“Oh c’moooon Oji! You’re a hero in training! I’d think you could handle a couple bean-tickles!” Sero teased, switching to pinch at the pad with his finger and thumb. Ojiro screamed through his giggle fit, making Bakugou groan and grab the remote to turn on the subtitles.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO PIHIHINCHING! PLEHEHEASE!” Ojiro pleaded, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut that he could see little colorful fireworks in the darkness of his eyelids. Kaminari just giggled, pinching at the boy’s big toe despite his desperate pleas.

“You’re really ticklish, man! Is it like this everywhere or just your beans?” Denki raised an eyebrow before glancing over towards his three friends on the couch. Mina squealed excitedly, knowing exactly what the blonde was implying, while Bakugou just groaned into Kirishima’s chest.

“I don't wanna moveeeee,” Bakugou whined, making Kirishima just roll his eyes with a smile. Kirishima pinched Bakugou’s side again without stopping this time, making Bakugou jerk with a few choked giggles. “N-Nohoho! Kihihiri!”

“I’ll just tickle you ‘til you help us tickle Ojiro, Kats,” Kirishima teased into the blonde's ear, who promptly scrunched up his shoulder and batted at the boy’s face.

“Fihihihine! I’ll hehehelp! Just quhuhuit!” he giggled, huffing when Kirishima finally relented. They both moved from their cozy spot on the couch, the three of them getting down on the floor next to Ojiro. Denki and Sero had momentarily stopped their tickling at this point to give the boy a breather, but still held onto his ankles firmly as to not let him escape just yet.

“Guys, w-wait, hold on-” Ojiro pleaded with a blush before being hushed by Mina.

“Sorry, Oji, but this is a tickle-friendly group! Might have to get used to it if you wanna spend more time with us!” Mina giggled, plopping down on his right side while Bakugou took his right. Kirishima sat behind him, quickly hooking his arms under Ojiro’s and pulling him back some to give the others access to his torso.

“Which we definitely want you to do! You’re super fun, Ojiro, and we wanna keep spending time with you!” Kirishima smiled, though Ojiro couldn’t exactly see it as Kirishima was behind his head. “And hey, if you really really need us to stop, our safeword is ‘koala’!”

“I came up with that one,” Denki chuckled proudly, holding a hand to his chest.

“That’s...that’s really nice of you guys to say,” Ojiro smiled with flushed cheeks, sighing before bringing his head up to face them. “Alright, I’m ready. Someone should probably sit on my tail, though; I’m really ticklish and sometimes it goes a little out of control.”

“No problem, buddy! Bakugou; tail,” Kirshima pointed with his finger extended towards Bakugou, who just rolled his eyes and plopped down on his tail. “Comfy?”

“Y-Yeah, just hurry up, I’m not sure I can take waiting any longeR-HRG! HEHEHEHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA GAHAHAD!” Ojiro cackled wildy as all the teens around him dug into his sensitive body. Mina scribbled her finger in the hollow on his right armpit, while Bakugou took a much rougher approach, digging his fingers into the grooves of Ojiro’s ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Denki and Sero continued their incessant assault upon his so-called “toe beans,” scribbling wildly with their fingernails and leaving Ojiro an absolute mess underneath them. Kirishima got a little bored just being Ojiro’s physical captor, and took to blowing teasing air along the backs of Ojiro’s ears, which resulted in him scrunching up his neck with high-pitched squeals.

“Aww, he’s so ticklish!” Mina cooed, massaging circles with her thumb into Ojiro’s armpit, making the teen jerk and writhe under her assault with vicious cackles.

“It’s fucking hilarious, he’s losing his goddamn mind,” Bakugou chuckled, moving his fingers down to pinch along Ojiro’s sides right above his hips. Ojiro screamed, thrashing under their hold with desperate cackles and pleas.

“NAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHKUGOGOGOU! NAHAT THEHEHERE!” Ojiro’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his body trying desperately to wiggle away from those torturous fingers that refused to relent on his sensitive sides.

“Aww, someone’s got really ticklish sides!” Denki teased, pinching at Ojiro’s big toe pad while having to hold on to his ankle for dear life so he didn’t kick it out of his pin.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” he bursted, his body trying to curl in on itself from the ticklish sensations. “I’LL DOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Looks like we’ve got a beggar,” Sero chuckled, scratching relentlessly at those little beans. “Tell you what, Oji; promise to come to our next sleepover and you’ve got a deal.”

“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOMISE JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHASE! NO MOHOHORE TIHIHICKLES!” Ojiro begged through his giggling mirth. Those fingers against his sides just would not let up, as Bakugou was quite the mean tickler he’d come to find out, and he really didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. It was incessant, it was torturous, it was...it was so much fun.

“Oh yeah? You wanna bring us some snacks too?” Bakugou added, one hand continuing it’s deathly ticklish attack on the boy’s sides, while the other took to scribbling along Ojiro’s stomach and pinching at the pudge when he felt absolutely necessary.

“YEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHING!”

“Hmmm...what snacks do you guys like for a movie?” Denki asked, as if he wasn’t in the middle of pinching and scribbling at his friend’s sensitive feet and making the boy thrash and cackle cries of mirth underneath him. “I could probably go for some sour gummy worms. Sero?”

“Oh, definitely some Reeses Pieces. Goes great with popcorn,” Sero grinned, looking calmly towards Bakugou who was very evilly grinning while squeezing torturously along Ojiro’s sides. “Bakugou?”

“Hot Cheetos, easy. Forget those next time and this will look like child’s play in comparison,” Bakugou chuckled lowly, Denki raising an eyebrow at him.

“Dude...this is child’s play. We’re literally having a tickle fight right now,” Denki grinned, the background melody of Ojiro’s desperate cackles making him giggle from the contagion.

“SHUT UP, SPARKY!” Bakugou yelled, which only made him drill even harder into the boy’s sensitive flesh.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHP! ANYTHING YOHOHU WAHAHAHNT! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“Alright, alright, just two more snacks for you to jot on your mental list and you’ll be good to go!” Kirishima hyped the cackling boy underneath him, but looked to his friends to mentally tell them, ‘give the boy a second to breathe.’ They all slowed their tickling down some, still not relenting fully, but instead reducing Ojiro to a pile of happy, giddy giggles instead of the desperate cackling cries he had just seconds before. Kirishima smiled at the adorable sound. “I’ll take...hmm...I’ll take some jerky! Mina?”

Mina stopped her assault on the boy entirely, Ojiro opening a tear-filled eye to glance at her through his giggles. “I’m more of a fruit girl, so I’ll have to go with…” Mina grinned, pulling up Ojiro’s shirt to reveal his bare tummy, her face leaning down close enough where the boy could feel her breath brush against the skin, sending goosebumps across the expanse. He sucked in his stomach much to no avail. Mina smirked evilly up at Ojiro, his eyes now wide and his mouth still spilling giggle after giggle from the slowly tickling fingers along his side and feet. “...raspberries.”

Ojiro’s eyes widened. “No! Nonono, not thahahat! Wahahait, Mina pleheh-EHEASE! GYAHAHA STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHA!” Ojiro cackled and kicked as he felt Mina place teasing raspberry after teasing raspberry along his bare and ticklish tummy, He wiggled and squirmed to no avail until Mina finally let up, sitting up and back against her hands on the floor with her own little giggle.

Everyone finally stopped their tickling, letting go of the boy’s limbs and backing off to let him breathe. Denki chuckled at Ojiro’s heaving breaths and residual giggles, patting his calf in comfort. “You okay, Oji?”

Ojiro just nodded with a giggle, holding up a big thumbs up. “Yuhup, all good here.”

Kirishima smiled widely, clapping his hands together once before patting Ojiro on the shoulder in support, shaking the boy around a little. “You did great, man! Way better than I could ever handle a good tickling!” the redhead chuckled.

“Yeah, man, you were a total champ,” Sero grinned, holding up two thumbs up to the tailed boy who just smiled back at him.

“I’ll go grab you some water from the kitchen, cutie! Get comfy on the couch, I’ll take the beanbag,” Mina ruffled his hair as she stood from her spot on the floor, skipping her way to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. He watched her leave, seeing Bakugou stand up from the corner of his eye. The explosive teen just plopped back down on his spot on the couch like nothing had happened, unpausing the movie and making grabby hands towards Kirishima. The redhead just chuckled and obeyed the boy, getting up and throwing himself on the couch to cuddle Bakugou back under their shared blanket.

Denki just rolled his eyes at the gross lovey-dovey display, standing up and offering a hand to Ojiro. “Seriously, man, you’re getting that other spot on the couch after all that. Waaay comfier than this old beanbag,” Denki smiled as Ojiro took Denki’s hand, letting out a huff of air as he pulled Ojiro off the floor. Ojiro plopped himself down on the couch tiredly, letting out a small ‘oof!’ when Sero threw his pillow at him before laying his blanket down on top of him.

“Get comfy, we sleep in here,” Sero smiled before walking back towards his own seat. Mina finally made it back from the kitchen, handing Ojiro the glass of water with a smile.

Ojiro just sat there, almost dumbfounded for a moment at their kindness. “Um...thanks, guys. You’re all like...super duper nice.”

“Aww, babes!” Mina pouted happily, her hands shooting to her chest over the spot that contained her swelling heart. “You’re such a sweetheart, of course we’d be nice to you!”

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? Shit, I’m tryna watch the goddamn movie,” bakugou grumbled, pouting like a child against Kirishima’s chest.

Ojiro really couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends, and he was so happy they felt the same way about him.

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A/N : aaa i hope u enjoyed that!! if u did, pls consider reblogging, it helps my fic to reach more ppl!! much love to u all, mwah!! <33

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[heniareth]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @oxygenforthewicked and since I couldn’t make it last week, I have scheduled it for today! And a good thing, too, because this snippet didn’t exist last Wednesday. To call it snippet is not quite right. It’s more like a whole scene, which I wrote and liked so much that I decided just to post the whole thing. So here ye go!

As a bit of context: this is set somewhere on the journey from Redcliffe to Denerim, right before the Landsmeet. Astala and Alistair have been plagued non-stop by nightmares (courtesy of the archdemon), and Astala is at a breaking point. But what do you have friends for if not to pull you back from said breaking point. More under the cut because this is a long one!

(WARNING: poison mention, as well as the possibility of one character getting poisoned. Most characters don't consider this likely)

She woke up one more time that night. Four nightmares in the span of nine hours. This was some kind of a new record for sure. Zevran was still there, as he had promised. He had finished his turn of the night watch and had actually set his bedroll up next to hers. Astala was still processing that the terrible things that had plagued her were only another dream when Zevran was already awake. He didn't chase the dread coursing through her veins away, but having him there helped. She even managed to fall asleep again, despite the grey light of dawn that was slowly rising in the east. Still, the night had left her a wreck. There was nothing to do but bite down and move on.

Alistair sported some impressive dark shadows under his eyes as well, although he did seem to be doing a bit better than she. Part of Astala suspected that some of her nightmares were her own doing, not the archdemon's. If only there was a way to purge all bad experiences from her mind so that they would stop haunting her. But there wasn't, and the part of her that wasn't suspecting this was too busy trying not to drown in exhaustion to pay attention to anything else. She walked on her own, far removed from her companions. Rascal was the only one who even tried to engage her. Mabari apparently didn't understand tiredness. Astala had to fight the urge to scream at her poor dog several times until he stopped jumping up at her and bringing her sticks with that hopeful look on his face. Prolonged conversations set her on edge. Laughter scraped in her ears like metal over stone. The sun stung in her eyes, her mouth felt dry, as if stuffed with fabric, and a blinding headache raged through her head. Banishing all possible thoughts from her mind, Astala lowered her head and focused solely on putting one foot in front of the other.

The trek felt like an eternity. Surprisingly, however, even an eternity could pass. The shadows started to stretch and the sun was approaching the horizon. Not too soon after that, her companions had found a suitable camping spot. Astala dropped her pack unceremoniously on the ground and slumped down next to it. She closed her eyes, just for a moment. When she opened them again, the sun was already hidden behind the hills on the horizon. She had draped herself over her pack, using it as a pillow, and the others had built up camp around her. Her headache had become a dull throbbing behind her eyes. The campfire was uncomfortable to look at, but less so than the sun. In the back of her mouth sat the dull-sour taste of sleep.

A strange gathering around the campfire caught her eye. Morrigan and Zevran were huddled together next to the flames, above which sat a steaming cauldron. Zevran's eyebrows were drawn together in concentration. He was very carefully adding drops of some liquid to a glass vial he held in his gloved hand. Morrigan was talking to him, much more animated and much less sarcastic than usual. Leliana was packing up what seemed to be a poisoning kit and listening carefully, while Alistair hovered over the cauldron, stirring the contents from time to time.

"I am certain," Morrigan said as Astala quietly approached them. "The dosage does not depend solely on the amount of body fat related to height and weight. There is an enchantment in this. You elves process these things differently."

"My dear woman, I made my first draught at the age of ten." Zevran let the last drop of the mysterious liquid slide into the glass vial and handed the flask with the liquid to Leliana. "I assure you, the dosage depends very much on weight and body fat and not at all on race."

"That might be true if this were one of your poisons," Morrigan scoffed. "But this draught holds an enchantment. Elves have a higher affinity for magic, and thus you profit more from benevolent spells and show a higher resistance against the malignant ones. This is the latter. You need to add more of the extract."

"Aren't you overlooking something?" Alistair piped up. "Namely that I'm not an elf?"

Morrigan threw him a condescending glare.

"I will not add any more of the extract." Zevran corked the vial and shook it gently so that the liquids inside swirled and mixed. "This is a first test. I am not willing to risk any poisonings."

"You will not risk any poisonings because it will not work!" Morrigan threw her hands at him in frustration. "You are wasting time, resources and condemning him to another sleepless night because such as it is, the potion will not do more than make him faintly dizzy!"

Astala whinced. "Could you lower your voice?"

Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana and Alistair all abruptly turned towards her, as if she’d caught them stealing cookies.

"How are you feeling?" Leliana's voice held genuine concern. She did also, however, step in front of Zevran.

“Like somebody ran me over with a cart,” Astala grumbled. “What’re you cooking up?”

“Nothing!” Alistair’s answer was too quick, too attemptedly casual and too high-pitched. “I’m supervising them. You can go back to sleep.”

Astala ignored Alistair and stepped around Leliana. “Zevran?”

"My dearest Warden." Zevran gave her his most dazzling smile.

The vials, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Astala narrowed her eyes at him. "I have very little patience right now, Zev. What's in those vials and why are you hiding them?"

"'Tis a sleeping draught, if you must know," Morrigan said, crossing her arms and throwing an icy glare to her co-conspirators. "What I would like to know is why there is such a need for secrecy."

"It's not the safest thing, let's be honest," Alistair mumbled.

Leliana and Zevran threw him warning glares.

Astala briefly considered leaving them to their concoction, but her curiosity won the battle. "Why are you mixing sleeping draughts?"

"For the nightmares," Alistair said apologetically. "They thought-"

“We thought,” Leliana interrupted him gently, putting stress on the ‘we’, “that it might be more difficult for the archdemon to reach you if there was an impediment, so to speak.”

"A spell might have achieved the same effect, 'tis true, and would have been far easier to come by," Morrigan said, "but there is none that would last for the whole night and not leave the caster drained or dead. Thus the draught."

Astala shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes were starting to water and it had nothing to do with exhaustion.

“You all worked together… for us?” she said in the smallest of voices.

“I know.” Alistair gave her a lopsided grin. “Weird, right?”

"It's terrible seeing you both so tired!" Leliana said. "Morrigan says that she can't stand all the noise you make when you wake up from a nightmare, but we all know she cares just as much as the rest of us."

Morrigan turned towards Leliana. "Excuse me?"

"We also cannot risk having you defenseless, should we be attacked on the road again," Zevran continued over Morrigan's grumbling. "That, and a lack of sleep can very much kill you. It is nothing pretty to look at, I assure you."

"Zevran knows how to make sleeping agents," Alistair said. "Except his usually lead to sleep of the eternal kind. As in death."

Zevran grimaced and waved him off. "I have made the necessary adjustments. It should be alright."

Alistair frowned "Should? I thought you were absolutely sure that it would be alright."

"And so I was," Zevran said. "Until Morrigan insisted on adding her magical mixture."

"-and adjusting for the elves' preternatural affinity for magic," Morrigan said forcefully.

"You should thank me," Morrigan said. "Without my 'magical mixture', their tainted blood would have rendered your little concoction useless. Now at least you can calculate your dosage as if you were dealing with two regular people."

Zevran nodded. "Based on weight and the amount of body fat, yes."

Zevran sighed. "My dear woman-"

“Guys…” Astala didn’t know what to say. The fog of exhaustion her head was swimming in didn’t help, but looking at these people, looking at Alistair, at Morrigan, at Zevran and Leliana… These four were normally squabbling. About anything. They were squabbling even now, she realized, but this was the first time outside of battle that she had seen them work together as a united front.

Finally, she managed to squeeze one coherent sentence out. “You are amazing.”

Morrigan scoffed, but her ears grew bright red. Zevran had the broadest grin on his face and Leliana tried to humbly shrug the compliment off. Her smile, however, showed exactly how pleased she was.

“You think so?” Alistair asked. His voice hung halfway between shy and proud.

Astala nodded emphatically. “You are the best. C’mere.”

She pulled Leliana and Alistair in on either side. Zevran, always quick to seize his opportunity, roped Morrigan into the group hug and she only protested a little bit. Astala meanwhile felt an actual tear running down her cheek, but that was okay. These people--her friends--were allowed to see it.

She didn’t press her luck too much, however, and thus the hug ended far sooner than she would’ve liked. Astala wiped any unshed tears away and turned to Zevran.

“Can I try it now?”

"Now?" Zevran's smile gave way to a look of alarm. "No- no, I do not think that would be a good idea. We haven't even eaten yet and Alistair was supposed to try it first."

"Was I?" Alistair crossed his arms. "Funny, I don't remember agreeing to that."

"Oh, I assumed you would, given that you are one of two possible test subjects and also a gentleman," Zevran said casually. Were it not for the steel in his eyes, his tone of voice would've fooled Astala.

"I don't- hm." Alistair pulled a face as if he'd bitten into a sour apple. "Who's to say it's safe?"

"I say it." Zevran laid his hand on Alistair's forearm. "You can trust me, I have plenty of experience."

"Really? You weren't so convinced just a moment ago," Alistair said, voice dripping with distrust.

"Must we really go over this again?" Zevran groaned. "I do not wish to kill you, I have adjusted the formula and I have the necessary antidotes at hand should something go awry. What is there to fear?"

"The fact that this is entirely experimental?" Alistair said. He pointed at Astala. "She wants to try it. Why not let her?"

"Because- agh!" Zevran threw his hands up in frustration. "Would you really cower behind an elven woman?"

"Oh no, you're not guilt-tripping me." Alistair took a few steps backwards, shaking his head. "Astala wants to try it, so let her!" He turned towards Astala. "Unless you would prefer it otherwise, of course."

"No, that's fine by me," Astala said. "I want to sleep."

"Warden!" Zevran turned to her with an utterly helpless and borderline betrayed expression, so much so that Astala had to bite down hard on her lip to keep from bursting into laughter.

"Zevran, you are acting really strange," Leliana butted in. "Is something wrong?"

"I- no, nothing is wrong," Zevran said and turned away to busy himself with his poison kit. "Weren't you terribly busy before? Why are you still here?"

Leliana gasped in offense. "Why am I still here? I am still helping!"

"Guys, please." Astala pressed her hands against her head. It was starting to throb more painfully now, and it was only going to get worse. "Zevran, listen, I need to sleep. Why won't you just let me try it?"

Zevran closed his poison kit forcefully and didn't answer.

Astala sighed and crouched down in front of him. "Hey."

Zevran secured the straps around his kit and ignored her.

"Zev, what's going on?" Astala asked. "You said it would be okay and I trust you. If there's something wrong, just tell me."

Zevran's hands stilled, although he still didn't meet her gaze. Leliana had tactfully walked out of earshot while Morrigan and Alistair were bent over the cauldron. Astala waited patiently, trying her best to maintain her balance as her head continued to feel like it was floating away. In the end, she lost the battle and had to sit down.

Finally, Zevran cleared his throat.

"It can- could go wrong," he said quietly. "And if it does-"

Astala frowned. "You'd rather it go wrong with Alistair?"

"Not precisely," Zevran said and finally met her eyes. "I do not wish him any ill. He is a good man. But... if it came down to choice..."

"Hm." Astala moved her head from side to side. "Okay, I- that's better than wanting him to become an experiment nug, I guess. But, Zev, you said it yourself. You changed the recipe, you took precautions, you have antidotes. What could go wrong? Do you doubt your abilities?"

"No! No, that is not it, only-" He broke off. "Accidents happen."

It took Astala an embarrassingly long time to put two and two together. "And some kind of accident happened to you? To someone you loved?"

Zevran's jaw tightened, so much that Astala could see the outline of his jaw bone and the muscles that pressed his teeth together. And then the moment was gone and Zevran wore his normal expression once again.

"As a manner of speaking, yes. An accident happened."

"I'm so sorry," Astala said.

Zevran shrugged. "It is not important now."

"Alright then." Astala sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Here's the deal. I'm already exhausted. How about I take half what I should take and we see how that goes?"

Zevran actually barked out a laugh, which Astala decided to take as a good sign.

"No, my Warden, that would not work. If this draught is to be tested, it must be tested at its full capacity." He shouldered his poison kit and stood up. Astala followed suit. "I will give it to you and Alistair after dinner."

Astala was caught between a flare of relief, gratitude, and the desperate attempt to stuff her disappointment away. Alistair and Morrigan had just started cooking. It was ages until dinner, she was tired now! But Zevran had already done enough for her. She caught him by the arm as he was about to walk away.

"Zev? Listen-"

He turned and looked at her expectantly. The light of the campfire hit his eyes. Astala had to forcefully pull her attention away from the dance of the flames she found reflected in them.

"I trust you," she said. "I trust in your abilities. There will be no accidents, I'm sure of it."

Zevran tilted his head to the side. His eyes narrowed slightly and roamed over her face, searching for something.

"You believe it," he said, a statement more than a question.

"I do," Astala said. "It is my unwavering conviction."

She gave him her poor attempt at a wink and smiled as it actually got a laugh out of him.

"Ah, in that case, what a fool I am to worry," he said. "Thank you kindly for your belief in me, my dear."

Her smile broadened and she gave him an exaggerated bow. "Anytime. And Zev?"

He turned around, already on his way to his tent. "Yes?"

"Thank you!"

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Astala will actually be alright, as the draught will allow her to sleep her out for the entirety of the night and some hours on top of that. Best sleep she's ever had. The only one who doesn’t sleep well that night is Zevran, who I imagine is still rightfully nervous. His hesitancy comes of course from what happened to Rinna; he can't kill another person he loves. His poisonmaking skills are fine. Also, I loved finally writing something that features Leliana and Astala's relationship a bit more extensively. They get along so well

This was extremely fun to write and I hope you have at least as much fun reading it XD Again, thank you @oxygenforthewicked for the tag. I’ll tag you right back, and also tag @wild-houseplant @siriskulksnerding @yukichouji and @icy-warden if you have the time and muse for this ^^ And if anybody who sees this would like to post something of their own wips, consider yourself tagged!

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