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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

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Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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chenziee · 3 years

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Romance Dawn for the East Blue

Inspired by @feriowind‘s blessed tweet about Yamato winding up on Dawn Island :)

Enjoy 4k words of the 4 brothers driving everyone crazy :D

[Read on AO3 or below the cut]

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Slowly blinking awake, Yamato struggled to remember why he was lying on the beach of some strange island, the smell of sea salt and trash mixing in the air into something almost worse than the confines of his prison of Onigashima. Almost. It was still freedom after all, and Yamato would gladly take this disgusting smell over his father threatening to place bombs on his wrists.

Looking around groggily, his eyes finally fell on the sad, wooden remains of a small boat, a boat that Yamato had been using to sail this unfamiliar sea during the past weeks. And he finally remembered the terrible events that had led him to this island.

Yes, it was a dark, stormy night, the likes of which Yamato had never seen even in the unpredictable New World, and definitely not since his escape in the peaceful and calm East Blue. He had fought to keep his boat from capsizing, fighting against the strong winds and ocean currents all by himself for hours… but then suddenly, a Neptunian so large it could only have come from the Calm Belt appeared. Yamato had managed to fight it off but unfortunately, his boat suffered too much damage from the power of his Thunder Bagua. He was then forced to swim to the nearest shore with the last bits of strength he had left—

"I saw the Lord of the Coast attack the fishing boat this person was sleeping in. It was really funny, when they woke up, they screamed so loud I think even the people in Fuusha heard. And then they fell in the water while trying to stand up. But the idiot apparently can't swim so I had to go fish them out."

Yamato froze in place at the boyish voice who was retelling his heroic battle so rudely. Wasn't he allowed to at least pretend?

Another boy, this one sounding even younger, started snickering then. "I like this person, Sabo! They’re so funny!"

"Luffy, you're the last one who should be laughing here," a third voice sighed. "Anchor boy." Yamato could almost hear the cheeky smirk on his face as he teased this 'Luffy'.

“Don’t call me that!” the youngest one cried, sounding like he was about to fight the other boy.

“Ace, don’t provoke him,” the first boy chided. “You’ll wake the idiot with your fighting.”

That was it.

“Will you stop calling me an idiot?!” Yamato shouted as he sprung up to a sitting position, an embarrassed blush on his face.

They all paused at the sudden movement, blinking up at him in shock. Yamato glowered at them one by one, taking note of how tiny these kids were—the blond and the freckled one looked no older than 12, while the other could be maybe 8. The blond was the only one dripping in water, just as much as Yamato himself was, and Yamato could only assume this was Sabo, the one who had pulled him out of the water. That would make Freckles ‘Ace’, and the youngest one ‘Luffy’.

Yamato had to wonder, though, how Sabo was able to save him all by himself. Yamato was 16 years old, a lot older than however old these boys were, and he was Kaido’s son—meaning he was already much taller than some adults. Although, he supposed he had seen stranger things and people a lot stronger than a human their size should have been. An image of Oden during his execution came to mind immediately but Yamato quickly chased the memory away.

“Oh look, the idiot’s awake,” Ace said lazily, looking thoroughly unimpressed by Yamato’s glare and simply returning it with one of his own.

Luffy, on the other hand, grinned brightly, hopping over to Yamato to stare up at him with stars in his eyes. “Are those horns? Real ones?”

Blinking, Yamato’s hand automatically reached up to touch one of his horns. “Yeah?” he replied slowly, unsure of what he was supposed to say. Was it that weird to people not from the Grand Line to see someone with features like this?

“That’s so cool! Join my pirate crew!” His grin only widened with his request—or demand.

Yamato tilted his head to the side. “You have a pirate crew?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, not yet,” Luffy said, a small pout appearing on his lips. “But eventually, I will be the Pirate King so of course I will have one!” he announced looking so proud and sure of himself and Yamato felt his lips twitch upward.

“Sure, King, I’ll tag along with you,” he laughed, seeing no harm in indulging the adorable kid. And who knew? Maybe he really would end up sailing with him. After all, in 12 years, the Nine Red Scabbards would come back to Wano and Yamato needed to be back there by then. He needed to help open the country.

And who was to say he couldn’t bring the Pirate King with him?

Sabo clicked his tongue then, walking up to Luffy and ruffling his hair. “Stop that, you don’t even know this person’s name.”

“Oh right,” Yamato said, hitting t he palm of his hand with his fist in sudden realization. “Sorry. I’m Kozuki Oden. You can also call me Yamato. Son of Kaido. Thanks for helping me.”

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“Ace! Luffy! What’s the meaning of this?!”

Yamato groaned; always a wonderful way to wake up. “Are you drunk again, you bull-gorilla? Go away it’s too early for this,” he shouted back, not even bothering to open his eyes.

There was a moment of silence until someone stomped over to stand right above Yamato’s head. “What did you just call me, you brat?”

Finally, Yamato blinked up at the person with long ginger hair, a cigarette between their lips, and looking decidedly female. He closed his eyes again, mumbling, “Oh you’re not my father. Whatever then.” As soon as he was done, he pulled his blanket over his head to try and get some more peace and quiet.

It might not have been his father but it still was too early for this.

“Dadan, shut up,” some one whined from somewhere around halfway down Yamato’s body.

“Yeah, what’s the problem?” another person joined in, their voice coming from Yamato’s other side.

Oh right. Ace, Sabo, and Luffy had brought him back to their place last night; this had to be the nasty old hag they mentioned. Definitely seemed like one.

“First Garp drops you two on me, then you bring in more and more kids with you? What do you expect me to do, this isn’t a daycare!” It sounded like the woman was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Finally, Sabo spoke up, sounding about as sleepy as Yamato felt, “Dadan, this is our brother, Yamao. Yamao, Dadan.” With that, he flopped back down, his head coming to rest against Yamato’s thigh.

“I’m not a pillow, you three!” Yamato snapped upon the realization of how the boys were laying with their limbs thrown all over the place, Yamato’s own body included. “And it’s Ya-ma-to,” he added with a sigh, already giving giving up on convincing them to not use Luffy’s nickname.

“Where the hell did you manage to pick up another brother,” Dadan complained and Yamato was starting to feel a little sorry for her. He had to admit that dealing with these three was like fighting a hurricane and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since he met them. At least now he was there, a responsible teenager to keep them in check. She should really be grateful he happened to… choose this island to land on.

“Alright, kid. I don’t care who you are you where you came from—” the woman paused, folding her arms over her chest as she stared down and Yamato— “but I will not feed you. One bowl of rice per day is all I can guarantee you.”

Yamato laughed, “That’s not necessary. Oden could do it, I would be a disgrace if I couldn’t take care of myself and my brothers, too.”

Dadan stared at him for a moment, blinking once, twice, before she threw he hands up in frustration. As she walked away, Yamato could hear her mumbling to herself about stupid brats who couldn’t be phased by anything and how she was going to ‘let Garp have it’ the next time he ‘bothered to show his sorry ass’ there.

Yamato simply shrugged and went back to sleep.

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Life on Dawn Island turned out to be surprisingly easy and, even more surprisingly, fun. It didn’t take Yamato long to get to know the forest, the mountain, and the Grey Terminal beyond it, running around the place with his little brothers like he was born there with them.

“Yamao, where are you going, that’s the opposite direction!” Sabo called after him in exasperation, pointing the right way.

A few days after his arrival, he went to retrieve his kanabo from the waters just off the shore. Ace had looked at him, asking why he was so desperate if it was the same weapon the father he so hated used and Yamato couldn’t admit he had a point but… he simply didn’t feel right without it. It was his weapon as well now, and the bull-gorilla wouldn’t take that away from him.

It took him three hours of diving but the happiness and rightness of his kanabo next to him was well worth the effort.

“What are you two anchors doing?” Ace shouted from where he was in the water and towards the two at the beach, looking incredibly annoyed.

Yamato and Luffy exchanged a glance before turning back to Ace and replying in unison, “Building a pirate ship from sand.”

Just then, Sabo’s head popped out of the water next to Ace. “I need a break,” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath after being underwater for so long.

“This club of yours better be made from gold, Yamao, or so help me,” Ace grumbled before leaving Sabo to rest and diving in instead.

Once he had his kanabo in hand, it became incredibly easy to hunt even the most ferocious beasts around, allowing Yamato enough room to stay back and direct the young brothers, giving them pointers and helping them with their hunting techniques. Usually, he simply watched, letting the boys do most of the hunt, even if it meant the prey got away sometimes. After all, making mistakes and losing was a good way to get stronger. So he let them do their own thing while making sure they were okay, and only jumping in when necessary.

“Okay, here’s the plan. We go around the river, then we split up. Me and Luffy will go up while you and Ace follow the riverbed. It’s risky, but on my signal, you will catch its attention and keep it distracted. Then me and Luffy jump down at its head. Hopefully that will at least knock it out so you and Ace can then come help us finish it. And Yamao—” Sabo paused, giving Yamato a hard, subtly threatening look— “if you run ahead screaming and scare it off again, we’re having you for dinner.”

Yamato could only gulp and nod obediently.

He even managed to impress the local Madonna, the cute pub owner Makino. The first time she had come to visit after Yamato had arrived, she immediately dropped all the food, alcohol, and children’s clothes that she had brought, and ran straight to him. She gave him all of her attention the rest of her stay. And even though Yamato wasn’t interested, he had to admit that being fawned over, and especially the jealous stares all the bandits were giving him, felt great.

“Oh my,” Makino muttered when she noticed Yamato. “Luffy did say Yamao was a little taller than him but…” she trailed off, her expression turning troubled.

“You don’t have any clothes big enough for him, do you?” Dogra asked, munching on one of the cones Makino had brought.

The young woman shook her head, sighing, “I think I’ll have to make them all from scratch. Yamao, can you come here? I need to take some measurements.”

"Yamao, you're blushing more than Ace did!" Luffy pointed out immediately, clutching his stomach as he doubled over in laughter.

Yamato made sure his hand was coated in haki when he hit the boy over the head.

Over all, he had to say he much prefered the life of a cool big brother over being a pirate crew’s' ‘young master’. It was a lot more fun, a lot easier to breathe. He never felt more free than he did while laughing and running around the mountain, plotting pranks on their brothers with Ace, or getting grounded— getting thanked by Sabo for running off and beating up the pathetic excuses for pirates who had hurt Luffy and threatened the boys' treasure stash.

Even Dadan's frustrated screaming felt more loving than anything the bull-gorilla of a biological parent had ever shown him. And no, it definitely wasn’t much more embarrassing.

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"I don't want to be a marine!" Luffy screamed one morning just as the others were getting ready to head out to work their brand new tree house base.

Both Sabo and Ace froze, turning to stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes.

"Run?" Ace asked in a whisper.

"Run," Sabo nodded seriously before they both turned to look at Yamato.

The teen simply sat there, turning his confused gaze between Ace, Sabo, and the direction from which Luffy's voice came a few seconds earlier. "What's going on?"

Ace and Sabo exchanged a glance once more, seemingly coming to a mutual understanding before Ace answered, "Go see for yourself. Luffy could probably use the help."

Immediately, Yamato was on his feet, heading outside to save his adorable baby brother from whatever monster he was facing. He was slightly suspicious of the high five Ace and Sabo had exchanged, not as sneakily as they probably thought, but as long as Luffy was in trouble, it didn't matter much to him.

As soon as he made it outside the little house, his eyes fell on the two figures fighting just a little bit away from the house. Obviously, one of them was Luffy, who was visibly fuming; growling and snapping his teeth like he was getting ready to literally bite the legs off of his target.

The target in question was a tall, although obviously much shorter than Yamato, and muscular old man clad in a bright red and white aloha shirt, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared Luffy down. He looked thoroughly unimpressed by Luffy’s pistol punches—which admittedly still left much to be desired despite Yamato’s efforts to help him out; it was only a question of time before he managed to find the right bang feeling. The man he was fighting looked vaguely familiar but Yamato couldn’t place that face no matter how much he wrecked his brain.

But it didn’t matter.

“Luffy, are you okay?!” Yamato called in alarm, rushing forward while preparing to swing his kanabo at the stranger.

The both of them turned to look at him then, identical angry expressions on their faces and suddenly, Yamato realized who the man reminded him of. It was more than obvious where Luffy got his personality and expressions. Maybe he should… not attack this person on sight?

Making the decision for him, Luffy huffed upon seeing him approach, raising his hand and making Yamato stop. “Stay back, I’m fine! I can kick gramps’ ass myself!”

“Who’s ass are you gonna kick?” the man snapped, his light punch making Luffy clutch at his head. “You can’t win against the fist of love, Luffy!”

Yamato blinked. That was obviously haki but… fist of love?

Ignoring Luffy’s complaints, the man gave Yamato an obvious once over. “And who are you? Wait—” he paused, looking like he just remembered something— “you’re Yamao, aren’t you?”

“My name is Ya-ma-to, and I’m Luffy’s big brother,” Yamato replied, not entirely sure why he even bothered to correct anyone on his name at this point. No one ever listened.

“Part of the family already, hm? You have an impressive swing; you’ll make a fine marine.” The grandfather nodded, grinning at Yamato in approval.

Yamato did a double take. “I’m not going to be a marine!” he responded immediately, the horror he felt at the though clear in his voice.

“Exactly! We’re gonna be pirates!” Luffy joined in, fully recovered and launching a new rubbery pistol punch, which went completely ignored.

Gramps puffed up, raising his fist threateningly in front of himself. “Nonsense! All four of you will be the strongest marines the navy’s ever had if I have any say in it!”

“No way!” Luffy and Yamato cried in unison, the both of them jumping at the man in a joint attack.

A second later the both of them were rolling on the ground together, clutching at their heads and trying to recover from yet another fist of love. Seriously, Yamato only just met this guy, why was he getting a fist of love? Or better yet, why did it sound like he was already considered a grandson? He didn’t even know his new grandfather’s name.

He guessed it was simply one more proof of his relation to Luffy. It was exactly the same to when Luffy had decided by himself that Yamato was the big brother now, not even half an hour after meeting him, and just like back then, Yamato was powerless in defying that decision.

Not like he wanted to. He would be lying if he said being considered family so easily, so warmly, so unconditionally didn’t make him happy. But still…

“I’m already a pirate,” he growled. Not to mention marines did nothing but fight Oden and the Pirate King’s crew. Like hell was he becoming one of them.

Gramps took a deep breath, looking like he was about to explode, but Yamato interrupted him. “The navy wouldn’t want someone with my blood anyway. They’d execute me on the spot,” he said flatly, looking the man straight in the eyes, trying to convey how disgusted by the institution, the world government, the current world he was. Like hell was he participating in that. He’d much rather wait patiently for the one who was going to change it all and support them.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, neither of them faltering as they stared each other down silently. Until finally, gramps grinned, a smile so similar to Luffy’s that Yamato startled.

“If blood’s the problem, all the more reason you should join,” he announced, the smile never leaving his face even as his eyes turned almost sad.

Yamato tilted his head to the side as he watched the man slowly look at Luffy before his eyes slid in the direction of the bandits’ house. When Yamato turned to look, he could see Ace turning around and walking away, Sabo quickly following with a worried expression on his face.

Well.

At least Yamato wasn’t the only one who obviously hated his biological family around here.

Deciding to leave Ace in Sabo’s hands, Yamato turned back to the problem at hand but before he could snap at the man, Luffy did so for him, “No. He’s joining my crew!”

“Over my dead body!” gramps roared in response, looking like he was going to go off on a rant.

Yamato, however, wasn’t about to sit around and listen to that. “No, over my dead body. Do you even hear how fucked up it is that you need to join the navy to be safe from getting hunted? Neither of us going there,” he growled, baring his teeth for good measure.

The old man paused, blinking at Yamato once, then twice, before he burst out in laughter, one so loud, so honest, and so contagious that, despite having no idea what was so funny, it made even Yamato want to laugh. All his anger was forgotten as his lips stretched in a grin, shaking his head at the sudden realization of how weird this entire situation was. He barely knew what was even happening but… it wasn’t like Yamato ever really paused to think about things. If it felt right, he’d go with it. If it didn’t, fuck it.

And this, incredibly, felt right.

It was only a long while later that gramps finally caught his breath enough to speak, “I like you, kid. Are you sure you’re Kaido’s son?”

As if hit by the bull-gorilla’s Thunder Bagua, Yamato stopped laughing, only staring with an open mouth as dread ran through him. “How?” he could only say after a dreadfully long moment of heavy silence. Or maybe it was only a second. But it was too much, and made Yamato feel too on edge. Ready to fight. He didn’t want to even hear the bull-gorilla’s name; definitely didn’t want to hear it in relation to himself.

Gramps looked at him as if asking if he was kidding then, but with his only answer being a glare, he started laughing anew. “Kid, if you don’t want people to know, or the asshole finding you, maybe stop introducing yourself with ‘son of Kaido’ to anyone you meet. You have poor Makino quite worried.”

Oh.

Whoops?

“Yamao, you’re stupid,” Luffy laughed.

The teen huffed, shoving hard at Luffy’s shoulder. “You’re stupid,” he hissed back, making Luffy stick his tongue out at him.

Yamato saw it only fair he do the same in return.

Just then, a dark shadow loomed over the both of them and they slowly looked up, only to see gramps looking down at them with an evil grin on his face, slowly cracking his knuckles. “Whatever you say, I will train you stupid brats into proper marines, yet.”

Yamato finally understood why Ace and Sabo’s immediate reaction was to run, then send Yamato as what he could now only assume being a sacrifice. There was no way even Yamato was going to be a fair match for this man. “Oh fuck,” Yamato cursed, scrambling to his feet to follow Luffy, who who was already hafway down the clearing away after taking the first popped knuckle as his signal to bolt.

“Watch your fucking language in front of your baby brothers!” gramps shouted after him just before something that might have been a pine cone flew past him at an impossible speed.

Yamato and Luffy exchanged a glance, identical grins spreading in their lips before they both took a deep breath. “ACE! SABO! HELP!!”

If they were to die today, they’d make sure to take the other two down with them.

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Hours later, Yamato lay awake in his bed on the floor of the mountain bandits’ cabin long after his brothers started snoring softly. He was exhausted from the day spent laughing and running away from gramps—or Garp, as he had finally learned earlier that evening once Dadan finally stopped hiding from the man—but as opposed to the others, he didn’t want to sleep.

Not when gramps and Dadan were busy talking on the other side of this thin wall. What had started as the two of them sharing their frustrations and complaints about their kids quickly turned into fondness as they instead told each other stories about the brothers and their antics. Yamoto wasn’t surprised the bandit knew exactly where their secret base was, just as he wasn’t surprised by Garp only pulling out the most embarrassing stories he probably could.

It was a good thing the other three had managed to pass out the second their heads hit their pillows or they’d be trying to fight the old man all over again over it.

Yamato, on the other hand, refused to miss out on a second of this. The adults might not have allowed him to drink with them, claiming Yamato was too young for that—to which he not-so-politely disagreed, but then Garp’s fist disagreed with him—but they couldn’t stop him from listening. Those were his brothers they were talking about and he wanted to hear all about the past ten years of their lives that he had missed.

And if he maybe got a little bit happy every time they brought Yamato up, well… no one had to know that.

“Yamao, I swear if you don’t stop laughing at their shitty stories, I will strangle you with your own hair.”

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summary: A drunken one-night stand takes a turn. pairings: dark!Wanda x black!reader x dark!Natasha warnings: (malevolent advantage of alcohol consumption, power manipulation, dub non-con/smut) I hope ya’ll enjoy! <3 ao3 a/n: Written for @that-damn-girl ‘s PRIDE challenge. Chose a scenario prompt “drunken one night stand” with my two of my fav marvel women. Many apologies for being rusty at my writing! Beta: by the beautiful @imanuglywombat Thank you, Laura for being such a great friend & for proof-reading! Thank you for the amazing commentary, you’ve been such a huge help on this fic! Xoxo psa: I had to repost this story again due to the original post being reported by tumblr for adult content, so here it is once again! Also, a big thanks to everyone liking this fic, I didn’t realize it would be a fan favorite until I kept getting tagged by other writers’ answering asks of readers asking about it! It means a lot, thank you!!

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A surge of throbbing pain hits your head.

Somber shades of yellow and white marinate into a dewy flourish; trying to break through your fluttering lids. Three hearts beating under smooth silk sheets, limbs entangled, a blooming migraine bestows your crown.

A cheeky god who’s shit-eating grin is flashing before your squinting eyes, you huffed. Serves me right, I guess, you mulled. The rowdy tyke biting more than she can chew.

Your hooded eyes sharply scan the bedroom, realization hits like a freight train – this isn’t your room. It’s familiar to memory, your mouth curves into a frown, you rub your eyes roughly. Trying to clear your vision, studying your surroundings thoroughly. Powering through blurry perception, your senses are a bit irregular, groggy.

You attempt to twist your body, metal clanks against the skin of your back. Nerves frigid at the slender-shaped leather sensation, your breathing is shallow, your brain is driving into overdrive, grasping at the assumption that it’s a belt; the horizontal form, and the shape of metal is a big clue of it’s identification.

The slick leather sliding against the nape of your back, traveling against the slope of your lower spine, regarding the patterns of the buckle that grazed against your ass.

Peering out of your blurry haze, your moist skin recognizes the flood of body heat.

Overwhelmed by your flush state, your crown shifts down and you almost choke on your spit and you almost choke on your spit. On your right, lying peacefully on her back is the Slovakian witch herself, Wanda. On your left, her face half-smooshed in the pillow, the Russian beauty herself, Natasha.

Anxiety rolls off of you in waves. Naked, and satiated with pouty sleepy lips – yourself bare as the day you were born. Arm draped gracefully over her face, the twinkle of a glimmering rock adorning Wanda’s left palm mockingly winks at you.

Whining very lowly, you leisurely twist your head to face Nat, curled near her head was another shiny rock snickering at you. “Fuck.” You cringe. Biting the bullet, you navigate through the migraine, bent elbows dig into the mattress, lifting your head up, weak fingers grip the sheets to cover your indecency.

On the floor, spews of clothes are scattered – your Alice Cooper shirt, your lace black thong, your denim shorts, your strapless bra – along with other familiar articles of clothing. A red string thong, a pair of high-waisted blue panties, a black button clad blouse, a leather skirt, – it was an Armageddon of fabric.

As your brain fizzles to calculate your escape, a featherlight fingertip grazes and tickles your neck, you gasped at the intrusion. Your head snaps to your left, green orbs pierce through you, “Hey.”, it was sultry, yet raspy.

A twinge at your core – no, no, no – this can’t happen. Becoming a homewrecker isn’t on your bucket list. “Hey – um, I don’t fully remember–” You were stuttering, never have you lost your cool. “I – fuck.” Your eyes downcast from Natasha’s intense stare and shame seeping through your bones; a dark chuckle erupts from her.

“It’s okay.” She cuts you off, with her knuckles caressing your cheek. “No need to be worried – or scared”, a feral grin, all fangs. Your mouth gaps opened, and closed like a blubbering fish. “I’m so sorry, Nat.” A bit breathless, tears form in your eyes.

Your head running miles per hour, tongue thickened with sincerity – worried that you definitely ruined one of your best friendships.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Your fumes are running on auto-pilot. A coy flutter of her lashes, “Why are you sorry? You weren’t saying that last night.” Your chin wobbles, “Excuse me?” A devilish smirk dons her mouth, you can tell she’s entertained by your confusion.

Natasha’s calm stature, coolly lifting herself by the elbows to sit against the headboard, bare milky breasts bounce free from the blanket – it throws you for a loop.

“Whatever I said last night –” Your fidgety fingers grip your messy curls, seeking an ounce of control, “–I was drunk. I – can’t remember. I know I probably said some stupid shit.” You harshly bite your bottom lip, drawing some droplet of blood through split skin, “Not at all, miláčik.” A soft Slovakian timber looms behind you, your entire body stiffens.

French manicured nails graze your tender shoulder blade, weaving a hiss through your teeth. Crudely tracing red claw marks, a shiver crawls through your spine; Wanda stifles a chuckle. “No need to worry, Y/n.” A peck on your shoulder, you gasp, flinching a bit away from her lips.

“No, this is so wrong. I ruined everything – I – need to go.” You stutter, averting your teary gaze away from both women. Fumbling and shaky hands tugging off the sheets, embarrassment surges inside of you due to your bareness.

Covering your breasts with your arms in shame, a disappointed sigh can be heard, a whizz of mesmerizing magenta energy floats and surrounds you. Your brain becomes fuzzy – dizzy numbness infiltrates you. Brown orbs criss-cross, a force heaves on your chest, pushing your body forcefully against the mattress – an ungraceful huff escapes you.

“Oh miláčik, you’re not going anywhere.” Wanda whispers, her knuckles softly caressing your cheek. “I–” Your mouth gapes to speak but you are cut off, “Quiet.” Natasha sternly demands, trimmed brows pinch menacingly. Wanda’s slender fingers flicker hairs-away from your lips; muting you.

“Do I really need to refresh your memory? Or do you want Wanda to just show you?” Natasha pucker lips sporting a faded tint of pink – a hint of last night’s rendezvous. Something is different in their eyes now; something darker. It nerves you, a force is weighing on your chest slightly more — leaving you gasping a bit.

You nod your head in Wanda’s direction, peering through squinted glossy eyes. Wanda’s open palm waves over your face, a flared energy of fluid orchid pink and creamy white whisk in a blurry mix.

Transporting your subconscious through a tunnel of faded memories – a film reel of the past — neon rainbows of worldly splendor travel around you. Kaleidoscope splendor.

Through a murky veil, your airy presence arrives at the living area — Stark’s late night party from last night in full swing. You are befuddled yet amazed beyond belief. The scents of alcohol roars in your nostrils and the crisp clear cadence of your tipsy friends flow through your eardrums – goofing off, and chatting – you can feel the atmosphere differently on your skin.

The chilled air that flows from the open balcony imbibes your flesh, goosebumps littering your translucent skin in its wake; your breath hitches at the tingles soaring through your body.

The powerful gifts Wanda possesses never fails to impress you.

Nimble feet waltz through the hallway, reaching to the common area, it felt as if another unknown force was guiding you – searching for your past self. Assuming by this time of the party you were already impaired off your ass. Your silent steps were transparent, featherily light against the flooring; the cool sensation grazing your toes.

The cheers rising in volume, the coil of anxiety curling in the pit of your belly. Forcing yourself to cease your pace, nerves overriding. Afraid to face the truth – realization that you slipped. How easy of you fall into their bed, like a slithering snake. Tears formed at the brims of your eyes – wiping the droplets away by the back of your palms.

A push collided against your back, an ungraceful yelp escaped you as you toppled over – your entire form floating, twirling a bit. Wiggling legs falter mid-air, hovering over the ground; trying to find your bearings. A force guiding you towards the common area. The aroma of liquor tickles your nostrils and boisterous laughter rings in your ears.

Easily you found past you hanging off of Thor’s extended bicep – like a monkey climbing a damn oak tree. You attempted to face-palm yourself, but your hand went straight through your ghostly face. It was free reign to wonder about the compound.

Fascinated to just linger around, seemingly waiting for your own mistake to be replayed for you. In the corner, you see Sam and Clint chuckling like a couple of knuckle-heads at you trying to bounce off of Thor. It was odd, you felt like you were in the film Ghost.

Wandering among friends, they walk right through your invisible disembodied form. In the corner, you see Bucky and Steve smooching on the couch, stealing cheeky kisses – a bit tipsy chuckles from Thor’s ale.

Your drunken form catches your eye, incoherent words to Thor, Sam, and Clint --- most likely you’re telling them that you were gonna rest for a bit. You saw your past self flop ungracefully on the couch, your eyes wearily fluttering open and shut.

Two shadows peer upon your body and you almost choke on your own spit. Wanda and Natasha sat on both sides of you, petting your hair and caressing your cheeks. Delirious you were, you slurred a hello. You squinted darkly at Natasha’s palm – it was a flask in her grasp.

Taunting you with a shake, promising more alien ale, in exchange to ‘hang out with us’; Wanda’s fingertips grazing your temples, snickering lowly. You are frozen in your spot as if the soles of your feet grew roots planting in the flooring. Deceit. It was a simple trick dealt by your own hand, your own inebriation used against you.

For a millisecond, you feel it was your own fault – following the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Aided by the sneaky claws of Wanda, and Natasha; trolling towards the elevator. Your breathing is sharpening, choppy pants squeezed from your lungs. The walls of the living area began shaking as if an earthquake was occurring.

Your subconscious begins deteriorating piece by piece. Vibrations begin surging throughout your body and in a glimpse, you see every member of your team in a mid-frozen state.

But in a flash, you see Bucky and Steve grinning with toothy Cheshire Cat smiles – following the direction of their gaze, staring at Wanda and Natasha dragging you away. It gives you a weird uncertain vibe, making you shiver.

The walls of the compound begin to crumble upon you. Vibrations surge throughout your body, almost losing your balance on your toes. You hold onto yourself, hugging your head in your arms. An efflux of bursting colors blinds you, swirling and erupting upon you. A force pushing you through the familiar tunnel of mist.

Deafening white noise pound in your ears, as if you are breaking through the ocean surface – wheezing for air, a heavy weight crawling off your chest. The blurry veil clears, your vision sharpens to see Wanda and Natasha hovering over you, smiling like the cats that got the cream. “You tricked me,” You stammered, fuming with rage but a flailing thread of humiliation.

Wanda clicked her tongue, wagging her finger at you – scolding you like a child. “We didn’t trick you. You came willingly. Right, Nattie?” Wanda cooed to Natasha, dreamily gazing at her. Natasha hummed, “Indeed, Maxie. All we did was follow –” the tip of Natasha’s finger softly grazed Wanda’s chin upward, a slow turn back to you, “--- You lead the way.”

“I was fucking drunk. I don’t even remember shit! You took advantage of me!” You barked, green and hazy blue hues darken. Natasha’s palm grips your jaw, emanating an ow from you – a bruising touch.

“Would you like Wanda to give you a repeat of it? I must warn you –” She leaned forward, lips almost brushing yours, “–you were very loud, and wet.” Nat’s voice was laced with malice.

“No.” A muffled whine slip from puckered lips pinched between her fingers. “You know – we could just give her a demonstration.” Wanda purrs, delicate hands find your body; snagging the sheets off your body, Natasha groans at the sight of your bare breasts.

Bending forward Wanda’s pink tongue darts from her plump lips, licking long strides against your dewy skin. Starting at the navel, her tongue traveling up to the valley of your plush breasts.

Cowering thighs clench shut, “Nuh uh, none of that.” Wanda’s sing-song reprimand makes you twitch at the pit of your belly. A fiery carmine mist infiltrates the air, twirling presence swirls around your crotch, and thighs – the force snatches your legs spread eagle-wide.

“You have no clue how long we have wanted you, huh?” Natasha coos crudely as your thighs slowly lift upwards, slowly your thighs lifted upwards, your kneecaps coming to rest against your supple breasts.

“You’re soaked, miláčik.” Wanda’s body glides with smooth precision, downward like agile feline; legs dangle in the air, ankles locked. Comfortably tucked between your legs like it was her rightful reign. Inhaling your sweet tangy scent emanating from your glistening cunt, her pink tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip. Long strides stroking inside your wet folds, shamelessly delving between short-fuzz mound.

“Delicious. Like a peach.” Tip of her moist tongue, twirling on your clit, “Hmph – fuck.” Your eyes fluttered to the back of your skull. Natasha licks a trail of warm saliva from your lush breast to your baring neck.

Suckling on your pulse point, you gasp a breathy groan. Teeth nip and scrape the skin ravenously, baring her fangs --- resembling her infamous Araneae emblem.

Sweet kisses to your collarbone, teeth nibble at your brown nipples, tantalizing tugging on the sensitive flesh – red nails painfully scraping into your ass cheeks, whimpers slither pathetically from your lips. Mewls from Natasha, a click of her tongue, tsking you as if you were a cat, a mere pet to play with. Your lips form into a thin line, forbidding any involuntary moans to slip.

“Twah. Don’t hold back those sweet noises, baby.” Wanda lulling you, following with a salacious bite on your inner thigh, you yelp trailing into a pathetic moan as she licks against the mark. “We had you singing like a canary last night,” Natasha speaks huskily against your cheek, nibbling a bit. “You may be restraining, trying to be quiet. But you’re just one loud girl, just like your mind.” Natasha said lowly, your dazed eyes trying to concrete.

“Loud thoughts, and vivid fantasies.” Wanda’s lips pucker to suckle throbbing clit. You grunt, Natasha pinches your nipple — earning a squeal from you. It was painfully delicious — you can’t lie — your body definitely can’t hide the fact. “There you are, darling.” Natasha’s voice drips with husky lust, a second twist.

You yelp, your head tilts back and strains against the pillow — welcoming the sting whole-heartedly. Natasha cups your breast jiggling it a bit; flicks her tongue against the erected nipple and suckles it in her entire mouth. Your whole breast devoured, you hiss, peeking through your lashes — it was sinful how her pink saliva glossed lips engulf your tit.

How her tongue lapped at your nipple with such hunger. Worships you into the cave of her mouth. Her sneaky fingers snatch the other one — twisting and twirling mercilessly between her finger-tips. It’s sloppy, filthy, and fucking dirty — and wrong. You feel as if you could pass out. The soppy slurps from Natasha and the leg-shaky clit bites from Wanda were pushing over the edge.

You push your waist up and down, riding Wanda’s tongue; for a moment you lose yourself. Her hot tongue gliding between your velvet folds, how her tongue coats in your essence.

Wanda’s soft palms glide against the curves of your thighs, her nails scraping against the flesh. You jolt as she swats against your underthighs. Harsh painful slaps, as she eats you out. The heat of the slaps is scorching in your pores, adding salt to the wound — Wanda digs nails a bit more to relish in your squirming.

“Ow.” It’s small, but it’s heard. Wanda removes her lips from your pearl, you pitifully whine — frantically, you hoist your head to glare at her. A trail of white saliva connects from her bottom lip to your clit, she twirls her tongue in a languid twirl; collecting all of it.

Licks her upper lip, like a feline just drank the dairy. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Wanda smacks your glistening cunt, a wicked snicker. You wail, it’s a tug of war for you. You don’t want to be here, getting eaten the day-lights out of you, and your tits suckled.

You need time to decompress on the fact, you had sex with two of your best friends — who are married. Who you had the biggest crushes on – but you can’t risk losing a full-fledged friendship over lust.

Two sets of slender fingers plunge inside you, snapping you out of your thoughts, as the pad of Wanda’s thumb rubs manic circle motions on your throbbing clit.

“Get out of your pretty head, miláčik.” Tears form at the brims of your eyes, shaking it no — you can’t risk losing this friendship. “Do you really think you can bypass a spy and a telepath?” Natasha’s voice was like a crackling fire, dragging you out of your conflicted thoughts.

“Did you think we wouldn’t see how you gaze at us, huh? All those thoughts swarming in there?” Her index gently taps the center of your forehead. It was difficult to fully concrete or even speak coherent words as Wanda was teasingly inserting her fingers in and out of your wet cavern; ceasing her thumb a bit.

Speechless — what could you say to that? “Worried on becoming a homewrecker?” You were stuttering a bit, you still needed space to adjust, what if this doesn’t work out, and you were stuck in the awkward middle? “I–I need some time —” Natasha’s eyes darken, refusing to accept your rejection. You didn’t even have the proper choice — you didn’t have a choice.

It was a drunken one — barely a choice filled with manipulation and trickery. “No.” She hisses, gripping your jaw, you whine lowly in your throat at her harsh grasp.

Without wavering her eyes from yours, as she steals a bruising kiss. Wanda’s eyes ignite to fiery red, hitting your sweet spot hard, and brutal. You shriek, trying to worm yourself from Wanda’s grasp — but no success. Wanda’s mist restricts and pins you against the bed, her jaw tightens and clicks.

“You can’t escape us. We want you just as bad as you want us.” Wanda’s viscous fingers split you open, squelching; not once allowing a second of adjusting. As if her powers were electric at the tips of her witchy fingers, you felt a zap inside you. Oh, how a wicked bulb lits upon her head. “I have an idea.” Wanda hums with an evil smirk, stopping her actions.

“I don’t even have to touch you to make you cum.” Wanda guides Natasha away from your aching body by the shoulder. Her slim fingers contort as she sits on her knees, red energy emits, and swirls from her hands.

Manipulating your senses, fire brewing at your nerve endings, unadulterated ecstasy brimming at the pores. Wails leave you like hymns, your lips forming into an O; eyes pinched shut as your back arches off the mattress.

Hissing through your teeth — it’s electric. Enthralling as you twitch under Wanda’s command. Jittery spasms as a coil at the pit of your belly began twirling bigger, and bigger. “She’s getting close. I can smell it on her.” Natasha whispers, her breasts heaving a bit from her chest swelling from excitement, her smug smile curling from her lips.

“I can feel her energy. It’s heavy and intoxicating.” Wanda’s head was in a haze, as she connected with your spirit, along with Natasha’s. A connection. To intertwine — but not for herself, with extra concentration, it is sizzling erotic as Natasha’s charka intertwine with Wanda’s as it chokes your inner essence.

Wanda’s fingers pinching in the air, weaving your life-force, your hips bucking into the air, as your impending orgasm is roaring — your pussy is swollen and soaking. Your soppy hole clenches and pulsates against an enigmatic fullness, Wanda exploring yet violating your cavern — touching against your moist walls, your clit throbbing and hot.

“Fuck — I — I need to c–cum!” Sputtering over your blubbering lips, a snarl rumbles in Wanda’s chest, as she hovered a bit by the knees, the power over three energies was carnal.

Natasha’s head tilts backward, her fiery hair curtaining her face, her baby-hairs sticking against her forehead from brewing sweat; pinching her nipples painfully between her fingertips, groping her breasts in the cups of her palms. “I need to feel her cunt against mine.” Her voice is hardened and desperate.

Natasha’s head snaps upward, staring directly at your sweltering face, the greenery in her pupils darken and dilate.

A growl seethes from Natasha’s wet lips, low and dangerous. Your muscles shake; pleasure engulfing your limbs, weakly trapped in this mystic force, forced to enjoy Wanda’s manipulation. Moving like rivers upon your skin, unraveling waves washing over you — suffocating, painfully sweet.

Despite Wanda taking unbridled control, ravaging your body as if she owns it, weaving pleasure from you as if she knows your body from the inside out, as if she knows every sweet-spot, and tick inside you for years — there is a layer of gentility. Impulsive, yet soft. A tender lover, a pinch to savor.

Groans, grunts, and high-pitched moans echo as corrupted sympathies and bounce against the wall pavements, ringing in your ears. Flushed cheeks, sepia skin now tinted with pinkish shades spreading throughout your body.

Bliss swelling and sealing in your limber legs, aching in the best possible way. Cattle-wails of desperation, a dribble of cum trails between your wet folds and between your cheeks hitting your puckered asshole.

Wanda’s witchy slender fingers fiddle, makeshift claws to create more pressure — releasing more telepathic vitality for Natasha and yourself to ride out your orgasms.

With a flicker of Wanda’s index finger – maneuvering to the form of a pistol – a trigger, a jolt of energy bolts at your navel. A bullet. You convulse, airy pants, your torso heaving with your thighs quaking in its tight hold.

A snap bursts within you, your eyes opening widely, translucent colors combust upon your vision — worldly satisfaction manifesting into reality. In unison, all three souls unleash guttural moans.

Wanda’s fingers tremble, sucking in breath through her teeth, her energy fading into thin air, retreating back into her palms. A sharp guttural groan spilt from Natasha, a skin-peeling frenzy; basking in the astral aura that is the Slovakian witch. Your thighs collapse down debilitating from your torso.

Almost falling like an empty sack, Natasha tries to steady her breathing, as she loses herself completely at the heightened senses of her orgasm. It was such a sight, heaving over, crooked elbows denting against the mattress — on all fours, her spine heaving upward as tremors convulsed.

Never have you ever seen Natasha lose her stature in all the years of knowing her, ever so the chilling demure nature — only in your wildest fantasies have you dreamt of Natasha torn at the seams.

At the corners of her jaw, was tinged pale pink upon a damp milky surface, with her glossy eyes, adding to the primal gaze. Zoned out, peering through her lashes, her eyes are feral. Unhinged, ready for the kill.

“Keep her legs open.” Natasha hisses, nostrils flaring. Wanda slithers away, wobbling a bit by her knee-caps. Humming with a knowing smirk at Natasha, licking her upper lip with her pink tongue – she knows what Natasha wants. “I want her mouth.” Wanda snickers, a glint of mischief at her eye. Hastening breath fans over your bare shoulder, from her button nose against your sculpted collarbone.

Choking a bit, gasping for a full breath to tame your heightened nerve endings; your mouth parted. Gulping back your dry throat.

Wanda clicks her tongue, her nimble fingers trace the lines of your lips. “Keep that mouth open, dove. I’m going to quench your thirst.” Sneaky mind-reader. Sultry thick accent spells you for a momentary lapse.

“Please, wait. Give me a momen — aggh!” A plea falling on deaf ears is strangled into a wanton cry. Your hands shake, hugging yourself against your chest, arms crossing; trying to comfort yourself.

A painful slap against your clit, over-sensitive and squirming. Heat blooming throughout your hooded clit. “I don’t think so. We’ll stop when we say, got it?” Natasha snipes.

A pregnant pause.

Smack.

“Understood?” Natasha barks again, with a vengeful clap of her hand — as if it possesses the power of a god, unmerciful; but worships you in the smooth rubs on the stinging flesh. Your lips parting into a moan, a few sniffles muffled — it’s whiny and pathetic.

“Don’t cry. We’ll make you feel good again. Don’t you want that?” Wanda’s lips hover over you, against your cheeks, her teeth slightly grazing against your skin. A bite at your inner thigh, a warning. Natasha’s more aggressive. Wild, impatient, and just savage to devour you, for you to comply with their demands.

“Yes. Just wait, I’m sensitive.” You needed a reprieve, a breather from the intense third-eye cosmic orgasm you just had a few minutes ago. “No time to waste.” Wanda perks, a soft kiss on your lips. The witch balances herself over your head, trapping your skull between her thighs. Above your lips was her peach-fuzz cunt, dripping and inviting.

A tiny voice at the back of your head informing you that this is beyond wrong, red flags and alarm bells ringing that the circumstances after this will be catastrophic.

Fingers sliding in your curls, glides open-palm against your head, “C’mon, dove. Open wide. We know you’ve dreamt of having a taste. Don’t be shy now. You weren’t last night.” Wanda’s clutch shifted into an iron grip, pain over-riding your humiliation.

“Loud, wet — very eager to please, to impress.” Natasha kept listing off how you acted in bed, closing your eyes shut in embarrassment. What if this is just a tryst? A mere game for a married couple to spice their sex life? Years worth of emotional baggage and scars begin surfacing to your murky mind. A good lay.

And when Wanda and Natasha are done with you without a second thought, using your body after a good late night and morning fuck, despite questionable undertones --- confusion.

Your body yearns for their touch, going against your better judgement; it’s best to sit down and discuss this like rational adults. Another part of you wants to claw at both of them, for lying to you. Using Thor’s ale against you to lure you to the lion’s den. What if after this, they don’t want you? A mind-game to throw you off. Fearing to lose a friendship over a momentary lapse of hot sex.

Restricting back burning tears, ‘very eager to please, to impress.’ That’s you, always ready to bend over to get people to like you — it even transcended into your sex life. Motivated by liquor and you lost yourself to lust and temptation, although these two used your drunk state against you. A humiliating sight you probably were.

“Get out of your head, miláčik.” You sigh, slowly opening your eyes. Your breath hitches, Wanda stares down at you with sympathetic hues. “We’re not going to throw you away. We’re not going anywhere.” Relenting her harsh grip, the pads of her fingers soothe the remaining ache.

“You’re ours.” Firm and demanding. Natasha spreads your weak legs open once again, positioning herself to sit interlocked with you. Natasha hums, “Don’t even think of leaving us. You know we’re capable of catching you. Chain you to the bed if we have to.” Her cunt against yours, clit to clit.

You can feel the wet slick that coated between her asscheeks, a slip n’ slide as her ass sprawled against your wet thigh. Her fingers clawing against your thigh to top it over her leg. Quaking a bit, a shiver crawls up your spine.

The insanity of it all, you just wanna hide away. “Be good, miláčik.” Wanda descends upon your face, her natural essence wafting deeply in your airways — flooding your senses. You shouldn’t be thriving off of this sex but it was hot and incredible.

Wanda comfortably situates herself as if she sits on a throne —- as if she owns you. Your protests are muffled into mumbles, as your lips wrap around her swollen snatch. Your nose nestled against her short curls, the tender skin was like silk against your palate.

A crude shift from Natasha’s waist, a strident thrust as she begins tribbing you, you are moaning against Wanda, herself shuddering as her hips sway up and down upon your cheeks.

Vulgar Russian curses heave from Wanda’s lips, high-pitched and transcending into orgasmic nirvana. Natasha is growling — slipping into Russian curses and wanton moans — taking what’s hers as she keeps riding herself on you. Sucking through your teeth, you nibble on Wanda’s clit, and tugging her slippery labia between sucked in lips.

Vociferous wails and whimpers, a cadence of sticky slick mixing from one cunt to another. A lubricant that was chafing against flesh. The lewd differences between these two women is clear as day.

Wanda is the bright sunny day and Natasha is the inky night. Soft is Wanda in shades and colors; with benevolent timbre. Amorous is Natasha but in darker tints, with a reserved mask; with raspy timbre. Both ravenous for control. The pinnacles of what many women strive to be with superior intellect, beauty, and brawns.

Being the gay bottom you are, it’s no surprise for you to be charmed by such powerful women. After many hookups with women over the years, this was the most intense and enthralling one yet.

Years of crushing on them from afar has led up to this. Fresh-faced and more enchanting than before, Wanda sighs in content and victory, as she gawks down at you from her tottering head. Her tousled tresses curtaining her cheeks, riding with more enthusiasm as your lashes flutter. With a dominant drive, Natasha’s groans as she’s close to cum.

Her wetness and yours adds to the sensation on your clit. All three bodies fumbling at bit from the brutal-pace of face-fucking and cunt riding. The headboard hits the wall a bit, matching the frenetic grinding of skin to skin.

Shedding their heroic femme skins and turning into savages. Nasty. Filthy. Corrupt. Your fingernails dredge into Wanda’s femurs, prowling skyward the sweaty region of her hips, to the toned plains of her tummy to finally the mountain peaks of bosoms.

Pinching her pink nipples between your fingers to the point of making her yelp, it was an unspoken incentive for her to ride your mouth harder. Teeth tenderly gnashing inside her pussy lips.

Ragged murmurs, clipped curses, and taunts – You like it? Yeah, you were made to be under us, withering, and shaking. You want me to cum all over your face, pretty girl? Have Natasha drown your pussy with her cum? Yeah, dove, I can feel your clit pulse against mine!

Shocked silence as your astonished eyes widen, your mouth is flooded with cum. Rendered speechless, airy gasps from Wanda and Natasha is still upon your cunt, small mewls from her, now beyond sloppy and wet; a mixture of your cum and hers. Natasha’s hips juddering against yours, riding the last of her orgasm.

“What a good dove, we have,” Natasha speaks through the thick silence. Wanda hoists herself up by the knees, as you gasp for more air — your entire mouth now glistening with her fluid.

“Yes, she’s so good. Took everything we gave her like a good girl.” Wanda coos at you, hooded lids with a sultry curve of her lashes flutter at you; jolting away as she laid back on the bed with a wheezing breath. Regaining her composure, her dainty fingertips graze against your sweaty forehead to flip curls that strayed on your eye-lids. It was intimate, too intimate — it is the touch of a lover.

Natasha releases your leg, it was a bit strained from her fingernails and tight grip. Her hands cup your tummy, kissing by the navel; as she repositions herself by your side, mimicking her wife’s action. Caressing hands on your arms, dainty fingers soothing against your breasts, and shushing your rapid breaths.

Sandwiching you between themselves, a sudden direction on your belly was taken. Both Wanda and Natasha soothe the smooth clammy skin, with curling smirks that were both devilish yet attractive.

With a silent conversation that you aren’t privy to, confused as they both looked at each other with knowing gloating stares. Wanda takes her own pillow and fluffs it between her hands, as Natasha upraises your curved hips. Once again, you’re left in the dark, thrusted back into demoralization and bewilderment.

Is this it? Now that this married couple — who you idolized, and cherished this friendship with — has had their fill, who are you to them? Words birthed during the mist of lust are empty promises most of the time. Is this friendship over? Do you even have the mental capacity to continue this friendship after this tirade?

Bone-shattering orgasm after orgasm was ripped from you, and yes, it was amazing to the core, but there was a part of you in the midst of clouded hazy sex, that you didn’t want it. To be touched, you just wanted some space to recollect and process your feelings about this entire messy ordeal. You’re not sure what you want really out of life --- especially out of a polygamorous relationship.

What does this say about Natasha and Wanda?

This was a scene contrasting their usual masks of personalities, yet it molds and blends into their psyches just accordingly. It’s terrifying.

You stiffen at the revelation, serrated images were slowly circulating around your mind like the stingers of raging wasps; the small brushes of knuckles against yours, the over-friendly back massages, the persistent need to have you in their presence at all times that was mislabeled ‘just to hang out’ and ‘we miss our best friend.’ And with your yearning affection, it was easy to follow the wolves to the den for the slaughter.

Facades of kind smiles, words of advice, late-night talks that delved into and entrusted girl nights — was something darker, something sinister boiling underneath the surface.

Palms driven with cursory attached upon your arms, gripping and digging; it is demanding. Scooping underneath your bum, open palms gripping your globes, and heaving upward so your hips are positioned in the air. Wanda grabs an extra plush pillow, and Natasha maneuvers your bottom down on the pillow.

“What are you two doing now?” You are a bit irritated – tone clipped – at your running-at-a-mile per second thoughts, and sore at the muscles.

“Hush, you’ll see.” Wanda snickers, as she plushes the pillow underneath your bum. Natasha gingerly holds you down as Wanda dashes to the nearby bedside drawer. Her open-palms caress your belly, ogling with much affection and pride.

“I can’t wait.” A soft smooch above your located uterus. Anxiety filling your veins at the unknown, you begin wiggling in Natasha’s tight hold. Wondering what in the fuck, she meant. “Relax. Let it happen.” Natasha’s words were not settling your nerves, it only makes the panic hitch.

In Wanda’s palm was a turkey-baster, filled to the brim with white sloshing liquid. Eyeing the baster with pure excitement shining in her eyes, her eyes nearly criss-cross as she inspects the foreign fluid almost oozing out of its confinement.

“Perfectly curated semen for the perfect womb.” A bulb breaks and explodes in your head — emptying your dome into nothingness — thrashing in Natasha’s lethal lock. She sighs with a disapproving shake of the head, stretching your arms into a pretzel lock against your chest; painting brown skin in splotches of lavender hand-prints.

Whilst Natasha confines your fore-arms in her restraints for hands, putting weight on your upper body into the bed; Wanda’s eyes glow with fury, once again forcing down your legs. “Relax, dove. This is what we wanted with you for so long. Don’t you want to be with us?” Wanda seethes with a crooked grin, as she leers down at your shaking body.

How she revels in your weak state under her touch. Makes her urges to fuck you with her strap and make you scream like the perfect little bitch you are. Their perfect dove.

“Why?” A watery cry, before succumbing to your fate — who are you to fight against a powerful telekinetic, and one of the world’s greatest retired assassins? The only outcome would be death.

“Because we love you. You’re the one to carry our baby. I can just —” Natasha groans, her eyes rolling back in yearning. “– imagine your belly swollen, waddling bare-foot. Breast-feeding — fuck — you’re already breath-taking, miláčik, but God, you’re going to give us heart-attacks.” Her voice drops an octave lower. Natasha leans her head lower, a kiss on the crease between your brows.

Your body shivers as you feel the chilled tip of the turkey-baster nearing your gaping hole, you begin weeping quietly.

Wanda shushes you, “It’s okay, milacik. You’re going to be a great mommy. Three mommies and two daddies. The baby will be the most beloved and protected little one.” A warm smile graces Wanda’s rosy cheeks. Three mommies? A dream of having a family now enforced upon you, this is a clusterfuck. Firstly, tricked by your own drunken state, second, pinned down for morning sex, and now you’re going to be impregnated by a fucking baster?

Wait --- two daddies?

“Two daddies? What? Wait, who’s the father?” You shrill, your head struggling to peak down at Wanda as she paused mid-way from inserting the cum; your eyes wild and glossy. Wanda chuckles, it sounds genuine — it’s anything but.

“Not just one father, miláčik. Our dutiful Captain and Sergeant.”

You feel light-headed, a hay fever flooding your dome. The tips of your ears feel hot, your head flops back down onto the pillow with a fluffy thud.

An incoherent whisper. “What was that, dove?” Natasha’s thumb rubbing your wrists, coaxing you to speak up. “How is that possible?” You wept, fresh tears coating your face.

“Anything is possible with modern enhanced technology. Now a baby can be genetically linked to two fathers. Isn’t that marvelous?” Wanda gleamed a cheeky smile, her eyes twinkling with unnerving mirth. “Why Steve and Bucky? Do they know what you’re doing?” You almost choke on a strained whine, your face scrunching up tightly.

Praying that Steve and Bucky didn’t have any involvement, nor a speck of encouragement of this insanity. “Of course, they know. We all made the plans together.” Wanda’s hand rubs your thigh to calm you but it only adds to your fright.

“Steve and Bucky are ready to settle down, they always dreamt of having kids. They love you and know you would be the perfect mother to their child. Our child. We’re all going to be one happy family.” And without any moment to spare, Wanda gently thrusts the baster inside of you, squeezing the silicone bulb firmly. You gasp as you felt every drop paint your walls white, drowning inside you.

You twitch in discomfort, your head thrashing side to side, your cheeks hitting the wrinkled sheets. Mutely screaming, teeth gnashing at the air, refusing to accept the inevitable. Natasha peppers your face with kisses to calm you down.

Whispering declarations of love, you restrain any more tears to escape. Wanda cups your belly, it was very subtly swelled from the massive load. “Look how much went inside, Nattie.” Wanda alleviating your distress by small circular motions.

Natasha halts her kisses. She titters a bit, “Well, I’m not surprised. Two enhanced soldiers will deliver a copious amount of cum.” Natasha joins in on the soothing strokes by her fingers. A splotchy memory of Steve and Bucky wickedly smiling while your drunk-self was dragged away to your fate.

Betrayal.

Two people you trusted for years – who you considered close friends — played a role in this capture of enforcing a life of motherhood upon you. You didn’t realize lone tears were trickling down your face until you felt a thumb wipe away.

“Don’t fret, milacik. This will be good for you. For all of us. We know what you need.” Wanda kisses your waist and travels upward your chest in a trail of kisses; as she climbs on you, cuddling by your side, wrapping her arm around your hips, and a leg around yours.

“We’ll treat you so well. Like a queen.” Natasha loosens her grip on your arms, easing the aches in your muscles, but detaining you, to ensure you won’t escape from their grasp. Natasha plants a leg over your legs, positioning next to Wanda’s, sandwiched, and suffocating.

Laxing your body from stiffening under their touch, just trying to mindlessly drift into an impending hazy slumber. “Let’s rest. We’ll tell Bucky and Steve the good news later.” Natasha says in a lulling tone, as both women cuddle to squeeze much closer to you as if they want to reside underneath your skin — tightly, and smothering.

Sedately, your eyes close. Tentatively, their breathing morphs into your focal point, to hear Natasha’s and Wanda’s settle into steady rest. Urgently needing your privacy in sound, and body --- away from nosey intruding psychic.

As you lay there, mute and digesting the perverse treachery like a dry pill ripping down your throat, your tongue weighing heavy, barely registering reality.

Murky thoughts try to align in correction, not to bemoan over the guile that is Natasha and Wanda that was akin to pistoling barrage upon your spirit.

The soft fabric of the pudgy pillow wedged underneath you was burning against your bum, an indicia that could compel an unsought future. The tact to force maternity upon your life, your womb is now without doubt, fertilizing soldier swimmers.

What can you do now? How can you battle against the odds of the inevitable? Cuffed emotionally, and intimately by ex-friends deformed into duplicitous lovers who are now dead to you, and buried in deep, fresh graves in the crevices of your heart.

You must learn from the suffering, and brace the ugliness of being a fool. Your shudder, and bite back a sob as jagged remnants began floating behind your lids of last-night that was thick of debauched moans as slim fingers plunging into your cavern; it was a fleeting splash of excitement but it simmered and dwindled into a piercing ache in your chest.

It was euphoric, but not simply euphoric, there was fear and confusion intertwined too. For many years, you had grappled many weights of trauma, but you couldn’t stomach two damaged hearts.

Love me, love my dog — or so the saying goes. Can you handle being a mother? Are you even capable of being a good mother? You almost snort at the ridiculous notion.

What if aborti--- Jesus, you wouldn’t be able to go far with that option. It’s not even a fucking option. ‘Not with these two.’ You internally huff.

So you’ll wait. Wait it out, move in silence, map out your next course of action. Figure out escapes, leaving behind your life as an Avenger, and the only family you’ve ever had — just be quiet, comply and wait.

All you could do is wait.

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seihun · 4 years

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can i be your boyfriend? — a bbh social media au

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ϟ pairings: byun baekhyun + oc:reader

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ϟ notes: hello! look at me, writing things out on this fake text blog, and updating before midnight. i don’t usually do this, but somethings are better said in incoherent paragraphs than in screenshots, plus it’s hard to convey the in-between steps of a relationship through just texts, so i hope you enjoy this insight into their budding relationship 🤗 more notes at the end!!

MONDAY.

“How exactly is it that you started working at Buzzfeed?” you question, reaching over a pillow to dip your bread in olive oil.

Baekhyun watches with amusement as you whine audibly when some runny oil drips from the bread onto your jeans. The indoor picnic he’d set up is pretty damn great if he does say so himself—blankets, pillows, and enough Italian food to feed a small army; and you, of course.

It’s another one of his many, many dates with you—or at least, he’s pretty certain they’ve been dates. Hearing you confirm that you like him was definitely a confidence booster, and reassuring, to say the least, but if Baekhyun’s being completely honest, he’s not sure where to go from here.

He likes you, he knows that much. He likes you a lot; a lot, a lot—(“You’re halfway in love with her, call it what it is,” Minseok said, before getting his ear pinched by Maize)—and he definitely loves spending time with you, and if you asked him, he’d say you’re dating casually, but would you agree?

It’s not like he would know, this is his first serious sort-of-relationship, after all. Baekhyun was never exactly the most suave kid back in high school; more clumsy and awkward than anything with anyone who wasn’t Kyungsoo. He’s not a complete novice; he’s been on dates, gone out, even had a few one night stands in his freshman year, but nothing close to this—whatever it is he has with you—so sue him for basically winging everything for these past two months.

“Honestly,” he recounts, “I did what you did. I complained publicly about one of their posts, and someone DMed, and eventually offered me a job, and here I am.”

“Wait, that’s not fair!” you whine, “Nobody wanted to pay me for my complaint tweets!”

“Well you should have tagged the VP of the company, not me.”

Baekhyun laughs while you pout, toothy smile diminishes into a closed lip one, as his eyes glaze over and flutter between your eyes and your lips. He finds himself leaning in after you, a nervous kind of excitement taking over him as you grow closer. And it’s just barely after his lips have grazed yours that you’re both interrupted by the buzzing and ringing of a cellphone.

You seem to know that it’s your phone, if the crinkling of your eyebrows and embarrassed exhale are anything to go by. Baekhyun simply chuckles, gently presses his index finger to the tip of your nose, and pulls away with a smile.

He watches you fetch your phone, and reluctantly answer the call—which, appears to be a FaceTime judging by the noise and the distance with which you hold your phone from your face.

“Chanyeol, if you’re trying to let Sehun win best friend of the year, you’re succeeding,” are your first words, and Baekhyun can’t help the audible laughter that leaves his mouth.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by you, or Chanyeol. “Who’s laughing, are you—is it the Buzzfeed boy? Oh, is this is a date? Baekhyun are you listening! Hello! My name’s Chanyeol, and I’m—”

“I’m going to hang up on you, what do you want!” you hiss.

Baekhyun finds himself smiling throughout the rest of your conversation. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to answer Chanyeol in front of him; he thinks that if Maize or Kyungsoo or Minseok called him, he’d pick it up in front of too. He’s not too sure about Junmyeon, though, he’s more likely to embarrass him.

Baekhyun hopes he can stick around long enough to meet the rest of your friends—from what you’ve told him about them, they sound like just the kind of people he likes having around. And after hearing how long you’ve been friends with them, namely Sehun, he finds himself even more understanding of your dynamics.

Not many people get just how deep a friendship can run, so when he tells people he’s known Kyungsoo for as long as Kyungsoo’s been alive, their reactions are surface level at best. But you get it, because Sehun is your Kyungsoo; or, rather, you’re Sehun’s Kyungsoo. Baekhyun shakes his head at the thought—the point is, you’re both similar in that respect, and he likes it. He likes you.

“Anyway,” he tunes back into to hear Chanyeol sighing, “I just wanted to let you know I burned the bear, so our apartment smells like smoke, which makes Sehun and I homeless for the evening, so we’re at your place, please bring dinner.”

“What do you mean you burned it! Chan—”

“You know, as in we lit it on fire. Sehun also wanted to throw it off the roof, but Chungha stopped him, so we just did it our living room, and now she’s being a meanie and saying she can’t help refuge us because she has a ‘group project’ meeting at her place in an hour, which I think is a lie. Baekhyun, if you’re still listening, I want you to know that I’m not a pyromaniac—”

“—Debatable—”

“I’m not. Anyways, bring food when you’re done flirting, Sehun and I are hungry, and Chungs is leaving us foodless, as per usual.”

“Then buy food.”

“Do I look rich to you?”

“Yes, actually—”

“Hyung—oh, hey, is that _____?” Sehun’s voice asks, “Hey, Chanyeol finished the gummy worms, can you—”

“I’m hanging up!”

Baekhyun watches with light in his eyes as you hurriedly end the call, then sheepishly turn back to him. “I am… so sorry they’re like this,” you apologize, putting your phone back face down on the blanket and composing yourself.

Baekhyun shakes his head, “Don’t worry, my friends are much worse.”

“Your friends are smart,” you reason, “And quiet, and don’t break into my apartment at their earliest convenience.”

“Actually, Junmyeon has done that last one,” Baekhyun hums, scooting a bit closer to you, “Except, it wasn’t my apartment, he broke into Minseok’s. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him.”

Baekhyun thinks the embarrassing anectode was worthwhile to hear you laugh, even if it was at Junmyeon’s expense. It’s fine, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“So, does Chanyeol normally light things on fire or was this a one time thing?”

“You’d be surprised by the amount of things he’s accidentally set on fire since I’ve known him, actually,” you laugh, “But no—well, you know the bear I told you about? The one, um, Jongin gave to me when I saw him on Sunday?”

Baekhyun nods. Of course.

“Well, I also told my idiot friends about it, and that’s what Chanyeol burned,” you tell him. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, but the temptation is written all over his face—or, evidently, so, as you chime in with, “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

Thank god, because Baekhyun wasn’t sure he could keep a straight face (or hide his blatant happiness). He decides right there that he likes Chanyeol. You have good friends.

Admittedly, after hearing you tell him about your history with Jongin as both a friend and a boyfriend, Baekhyun can’t say that he’s exactly fond of the guy. Junmyeon tells him to never judge a book by its cover, but seeing as you gave him the summary, he thinks he can fairly conclude that Jongin isn’t… the best person in the world. And the way he treated you and your friends is enough to make Baekhyun weary about him as a person.

Still, Baekhyun doesn’t judge you for talking to him. He’s not exactly jealous; he’s confident in your feelings for him and his for you, and above all, he trusts that you’re being honest with him. Quite frankly, Baekhyun doesn’t consider your ex boyfriend to be a threat.

Baekhyun knows you clearly just want to be a good friend, or at the very least, a good person to Jongin; and after knowing him for almost a decade—even if things got a bit bumpy—Baekhyun thinks you’re more than justified in that. You clearly see something in Jongin that you think can be helped, and Baekhyun trusts your judgement; you did pick him, too, after all.

Does he like that Jongin gives you gifts, and is very clearly still into you even tho you can’t see it, and don’t want any part in it? No, not exactly. But, on the bright side, Baekhyun’s the one that has your attention, and that counts for more than something.

(Not to mention you have a couple of guys who are both rooting for him and willing to beat up your ex at moments notice, so, he’d say he’s in a pretty good boat).

The only thing Jongin has ever had that Baekhyun wants is the opportunity to call you his. But he thinks he’s getting there. Hopefully. Is it weird to ask the ex of the girl you’re interested in how he got her to be his girlfriend in the first place? Do you even want to be his girlfriend? He hopes so.

He doesn’t know if sharing cheese and crackers and pasta and bread is any indication that you want to be his girlfriend, but he’d like to think it is. Because that’s what the next half hour consists of—you and Baekhyun, sharing food over smiles and stories and endless laughter.

Baekhyun finds himself laughing so hard at a story you tell him about Chanyeol and Chungha pranking Sehun, that he might as well be laughing over you. His hand ends up on your shoulder in his fit of giggles, and yours just barely above his knee. Neither of you comment on it, but you don’t pull away, either.

He’s about to chip in with a story about his childhood self, when he’s interrupted by notification noises again. Baekhyun grins at your exasperated exhale and tightly closed eyes. “It’s fine, they’ll be fine,” you tell him, silencing the ringer, and turning back to him in an attempt to continue your conversation.

Baekhyun’s about to tell you that it’s okay, that you should check your phone in case it’s an emergency or something, but he doesn’t have to; because it starts buzzing again and again and again and eventually is back to ringing.

“Answer it,” Baekhyun smiles, “Seriously, I wouldn’t want you to have to face Sehun’s wrath for ignoring him.”

It’s silent for a minute, while you scroll through your messages, and thumb a response. Baekhyun watches as your expression changes from annoyed, to vaguely amused, to concerned, to borderline unhappy. It makes his own eyebrows draw together when he sees the frown start to form on your lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh… I don’t think so,” you sigh, locking the screen and looking up at him, “I think I gotta head home, Sehun might have broken smoke detector and Chanyeol got… something stuck to the ceiling trying to fix it.”

Baekhyun can’t help the laugh that escapes him. You have really good friends.

“Fuck, Baek, I’m so sorry, this is—you did all of this, and my idiot friends—”

Baekhyun takes one of your flailing hands into his, effectively calming your stature and forcing to you make eye contact with him. “Hey, it’s fine, I promise,” he reassures you, “Really, it’s okay. If I got stuck to the ceiling I would hope Kyungsoo would come rescue me, too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because—”

“I’m not just saying anything,” he laughs through his words because the look on your face is nothing short of adorable, “I mean it. I had fun on our—I, I had fun, today. It’s fine, really, I promise.”

And so, you smile, demeanor significantly calmer, “I… should call a car,” you tell him, his eyes traveling down your enveloped hands, which he releases slowly, embarrassed; but then you grin again, tapping away at your phone, “I had fun on our date, too, Baekhyun.”

(So these were dates! Nice, cool, cool, keep it cool. He doesn’t; he grins like a blushing fool).

Baekhyun helps you gather your things, and moves the food around so that neither of you step on it; walks you to the door when your car says it’s arriving shortly. He waits with you on the doorstep, pretending to look out for a white sonata, when he’s really stealing glances at you through your small talk.

“Would you, uh… I mean, you’re probably already going, so,” you cut yourself off with slow exhale, turning your body towards his, “There’s this showcase, presentation type thing, for some students to, uh, present about their research coming up soon. You might already know about it, since Kyungsoo is giving one about his summer internship, I think—and it might be a little boring, and that you’re not a science guy, so it’s okay if you don’t want to—”

Baekhyun cuts you off by calling your name, a wide smile playing on his lips. “I’d love to go,” he tells you, earnestly, “I was going to go, to see Soo anyway, but I wanna support my new favorite biochem student, too.”

“Really?” You reach out and grab his hand, an action that almost seems lost on your in your flurry of excitement or flattery—or both—but, not on Baekhyun, whose palm suddenly feels warm. You must have been able to tell you flustered him, because your eyes widen, looking down at your hands, then promptly pulling them away.

“You, I mean, I want you to come, but only if you want—”

Baekhyun doesn’t know what moves him to take a leap, step a little more into your space, and take both of your hands in his with unwavering intention, but he’s glad for it; because you don’t pull away, and the look you give him kind of makes him never want to look away.

“I want to go,” he says slowly, dipping his head down the slightest, close enough to see the rings of your irises, even in the dim lighting of his porch, “I want to be there for you.”

There’s an almost inaudible “okay,” that leaves your lips, the letters rolling off your tongue with a shy smile that Baekhyun finds himself mimicking. His eyes flutter away, just for a moment, to your hands, then back to your face, before he slowly lets them go, only to rest them against your jaw again.

Baekhyun might be using the “taking things slow” mantra as an excuse for his complete lack of experience on how to navigate a real relationship, but this, right here, he’s sure of. That he likes you, that he wants you, that he—

“Can… can I kiss you?” he asks, just above a whisper.

His eyes are frantic, looking for an answer in yours, but instead he gets them from your lips; a soft, “Yes,” accompanied by a softer nod that Baekhyun would have missed if not for having your head in his hands.

When he leans forward, you meet him halfway, lips pursed together—and Baekhyun thinks that, yeah, if being in a relationship with you meant he got to do this, all day, then he would have to figure out how to be your boyfriend sooner, rather than later.

One kiss turns into two, then three, then four with smiles, and giggles in-between, and the only thing that seems to pull you away from each other is the honking of a car horn. Flustered, Baekhyun lowers his hand, bites on his bottom lip as you fumble to check the license plates on the car to those on your phone.

“I think that’s my car,” you tell him, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he swears there’s slightest twinge of disappointment in your voice, too, “I—I had fun, Baek, really. So, thank you, again.”

“Me too,” he says, words on autopilot, brain still stuck in the moment before.

He smiles, daystruck as he walks you to the curb, before you cross the street. He’s about to wish you well again, before you turn to him, and give him the smallest, barely there peck on the lips.

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.”

He doesn’t even know if he responds audibly, he’s processing you in fragments, watching your silhouette as you cross the street, and head into the backseat of the car. He swears he catches the smallest wave from you through the window, but for all he knows that could have been his imagination.

Your goodnight kiss lingers on his lips, on his mind, and it’s only when he’s back inside that he lets himself break out into the foolish grin he’s been hiding all night. He’s going to have to figure out how to do that boyfriend-girlfriend thing. As soon as possible.

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ϟ more notes: more smoochies!! they have kissed a few times (maybe once or twice) since their first kiss a few parts ago, but i had no way of showing that to you guys so here you go!! they’re in a weird stage where they kiss each other goodbye and go on dates and like each other but it’s not exactly... dating?

i hope this gives some insight into baekhyun’s thoughts, as well. some things are harder to get across through just texts, but i wanted to show his feelings beyond his overexcited, adorable messages 🥺 he’s still a whole babie, but he has complex thoughts!!

i’ll finish rambling now, but there is an intended part 15C (which I know, sounds like it should just be part 16 at this point, but in a perfect world, I’d have been able to fit everything into one post but i digress). maybe it’ll be part 16 anyway, but it’ll likely include some writing because the xiuchen drama is back!! 🤗

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 4

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. Bullying and non-explicit violence in this chapter, Peter whump.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: WE'VE GOT PLOT! Peter Parker deserves better. Steeb needs a vibe check cuz he keeps failing them :( Boomers are hot but ... Boomers. KitKat, anyone? Natasha is a Brain Cell™. Enjoy, deviants.

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I scheduled a visit to the tower two days after my "illness" episode. Most of my lows passed without any lingering, the headache was gone and so was the nausea. My mood was still somewhere between "please kill me" and "I could eat a lot of cake right now" but it was bearable. I was very much looking forward to occupying myself with the project if only to divert my focus from overthinking about my own misery.

Peter said he was going to see Tony straight after school and offered for me to tag along with him: Tony sent his driver to pick up the boy. I didn't have the heart to refuse, seeing no point in waiting for an Uber on a rainy workday afternoon. Traffic was horrendous in New York city no matter the weather but a downpour took the congestions to a new height.

When I spotted the sleek, black brand new Audi I made a beeline for it, waving to Happy as I crawled inside as fast as I could. "Don't get the seats wet," The chauffeur grumbled.

"It's wet outside," I rolled my eyes into the next dimension. Whoever thought his nickname was in any way appropriate needed a psych eval. Peter sat on my right side looking wet and downright miserable. I had to swallow a string of expletives at the sight in front of me: the entirety of Peter's right cheek was an ugly shade of blue, eye on it's way to swelling shut and lip busted open. "What in the everliving fuck happened to you?!" Breathing through my nose, I fought bubbling rage inside of me. Peter looked like he went toe to toe with a Hulk.

"Flash happened," The boy mumbled, whining and brooding simultaneously. His cheeks glowed.

"That little runt?" I took another pause to steady my breathing, tentatively reaching out for Peter's hand. He grasped it tightly in gratitude. "Well, did you at least fight back?"

"No, I... I can't do that," Peter became even smaller, curling into the seat and in himself. I was disappointed for sure as I wouldn't just stand there and take a beating, but Pete was different. He was sensitive-a total pacifist to boot.

"Do any of the teachers know? I'm guessing this isn't the first time," Sure, I've seen Parker with an occasional scrape or a bruise but I'd always figured it was just him being a teenage nuisance. Curtain of depression I had over the previous days slowly began morphing into cold fury.

"No, well, they probably do. But Flash is the principal's son so they ignore it, I guess," Peter sighed in defeat. "Mr. Stark doesn't know either. Please don't tell him," He begged.

"Abuse thrives in silence," I parroted our sex-ed teacher but otherwise made no promises. My mind raced between comforting Peter and ordering Happy to turn the car around so I could find the shitty excuse of a human named Flash Thompson and violently make it known what happens to people when they get me pissed off.

"What are you going to tell Tony?" I asked Peter as we herded into the elevator, slightly wet and mostly miserable.

"I have an idea or two," The boy answered darkly.

"You have been summoned to the common floor, I was instructed to notify you there is food to be eaten before sciencing, per Doctor Banner's orders," Friday announced, rerouting the elevator to the aforementioned destination. Peter groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands.

"What the fuck happened to you, kid?" Bucky decided screeching like a banshee and attracting at least five of his teammates to come running from the dining room was the best way to approach an obviously spooked Peter. The boy shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Our classmate beat him up," I answered before Pete could lie. "The fucking runt that doesn't know his damn place. His two cronies probably too," The venom in my voice could've melted steel. I was genuinely furious.

"What's his name?" Captain-Steve growled. I was taken aback at the large blonde man suddenly standing up, fists clenched. My feet moved involuntarily, taking a step back from the enraged supersoldier and Pete cowered, startled.

I stepped in front of him immediately. "I'm gonna need you to chill the fuck down, Cap," The trembling in my voice persisted but I stood my ground nonetheless. "Your roid rage is going to land you in prison if you keep going," In my own rage, self-preservation went out of the window along with common sense. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up, Peter was downright shaking behind me.

"She's right," Bucky darkly eyed his friend. "Off to the sparring mats with you." He grabbed Rogers by the shoulder with his prosthetic arm all but hauling the blonde towards the elevator. Thor immediately took the Captain's other side, not quite touching him but obviously giving his friend a vibe check. I could've clapped. Not that Steve resisted much, but still.

"Everyone calm down, please," The Black Widow piped up in an even tone. I can always count on a fellow woman to keep calm in a situation where men's tempers almost cause a disaster. "Now, tell us what happened," She approached Peter on quiet feet. The boy shuffled around me looking every bit as dejected as I felt about the situation. "And someone fetch some ice for that bruise," Romanoff's offhand gesture had Barton scrambling into the kitchen.

Peter sat down on the couch, looking at the floor. "Flash has been bothering me since, like, forever and today I just ignored his usual remarks because I had a calculus test, I- I wanted to make sure I knew everything, and I was sitting in a really quiet corner, and I- Ned was hanging out with MJ somewhere and I guess Flash got angry that I didn't answer," Peter rambled in his usual nervous fashion, sentences jumbling together. Natasha kept nodding, simply hugging the boy softly with one arm. As soon as Clint came back with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel Natasha's other arm pressed it gently to Peter's bruised face. The assassin frowned at the pained whine that left Peter's lips.

"Honestly, that dude is a fucking piece of shit, I'm surprised how he's not in jail yet," I piped up from where I was pacing along the large window overlooking the city skyline. Wound up and tense, I couldn't stay still. "He stole a senior's car for a joyride, last year. He routinely picks on the freshmen and I've personally dislocated his wrist from slapping me on the ass in, like, eight grade," Peter's eyebrows raised at my admission and Natasha gave me a vaguely approving hum.

I caught Peter's eye the moment elevator doors opened revealing a panicked looking Tony and a worried Bruce with Loki standing behind them, talking to a man in... Robes? And a red cape?

"What happened to my science child?!" Tony's fury rang high. The engineer rushed over to Peter, frantically checking him over and growling at the state of his face, letting out a string of expletives seeing the busted lip had started to bleed again.

I gave a tiny tilt of my lips to Bruce who had the oddest compilation of worried, confused and amused in his expression.

"You should probably get him to a doctor, I think his mouth is cut on the inside," I scooted closer to Banner, informing him quietly.

"I'm a doctor," The man in the cape announced, ... strutting (!) over to Pete. There was really no other way to describe his long, precise strides. He quickly butted Tony out of the way and instructed Peter to open his mouth.

"This is utter chaos," Loki muttered, sitting down on the furthest end of the couch.

"It is and I'm living for it," I sighed. The situation was very disorganized with Tony flailing about in blind panic, Bruce just standing there, Cap's rage quit and subsequent intervention by his buddies. Then the new strange dude... Loki was brooding and honestly? Big mood. The only person who made some resemblance of order out if this cluster fuck was Natasha.

All and all, it was quite endearing. I imagined that's what a large, close family would look like. When I said I was enjoying myself - no lie there, even despite the grim situation.

"How are you? Are you hurt?" Bruce quietly asked me, laced with concern. His shoulders relaxed somewhat when I shook my head negative. "Hungry?" I nodded affirmatively and the doctor produced a kit kat bar seemingly out of nowhere, winking at me with a boyish smile. I just about melted on the spot, tearing off a block and giving it to him to avoid any embarrassing reactions I might possibly spout in the wake of my recently acquired crush.

We munched in silence as the Cape Guy explained to Peter (and anxious Tony) that a few butterfly stitches would be needed as well as CT scan to rule out a possible concussion. At that point Tony was steadily turning purple in colour, rage and anxiety combining for a large storm that no doubt will hit sooner or later.

I felt responsible, I guess. Peter must've known Tony was going to react so strongly to his science son getting hurt and well, I hated seeing Tony so mad and helpless. On soft feet, I padded over to the engineer, making sure to stay within direct line of vision. "Tones?" He shot his eyes at me. He was furious. "Look, I'm going to make that fucker's life a living hell," Tony made an agitated noise of protest however I wasn't having it. I knew I'd be in trouble later but for now, I firmly placed my palm over his mouth, enjoying the surprised widening of his eyes at the frivolous gesture. "Listen, right now you can't do shit. You guys are super-powered individuals and Flash is just a nasty kid. You'll get in a big fat mess and he'll get to go away with a slap on the wrist," Tony sagged, visibly, bodily, and I felt it was safe to remove my hand from his face.

"I hate to say it but she's right," Bruce piped up behind me, voice soft.

I nodded. "I'm going to ruin the guy without putting a single finger on him," Tony nodded grimly and Cape Guy halted his examination of Peter's head to give me a mildly concerned stare. "My mother is a litigator, a vicious one at that. I've learned a trick or two," I winked with a grim sort of amusement causing the man to snort. Tony chuckled humorlessly. "As much as I hate to be the voice of reason, it would be a shame for anybody in this tower to end up behind bars. Even if it would be for a good cause," I finished my speech, patting Tony on the shoulder. The surprised squeak made its way out of my mouth when the billionaire pulled me tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around me in a desperate hug.

Ignoring my skyrocketing heartbeat, I wrapped myself around him as best as I could. Whatever issues the man had, they had to be quite painful if he reacted to the situation so intensely. I was selfish, but not heartless, so I gave into the affectionate gesture despite the inappropriate feelings that blossomed within me.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve you," Peter whined, fat round tears beginning to drip down his cheeks. I could tell he was embarrassed beyond Hell but his feelings overwhelmed him enough to just spill through. I immediately made my meanest big eyes to Natasha and Cape Guy who immediately hugged the life out of Pete. There, all set.

"Now go get that scan done," I frowned, seeing Peter start to nod off. "I don't know your name, but can you arrange that? Since you're a doctor," I nodded to the Cape Guy.

"I'm Stephen Strange," he replied, effortlessly picking up a dozing Peter and carrying him to the elevator. Before I could react, he waved his one free hand in some sort of a circle and a glowing ring appeared with what seemed to be a ER room - Strange hastily stepped through, followed by Tony suddenly withdrawing and hurrying after the ... Wizard? The portal closed immediately after.

"What the fuuuuuck..." I gaped at the now empty space. Strange, indeed. Even Loki's scoff didn't put a dent in my perplexed curiosity.

"So, lawyer family, huh?" Natasha, who I'd forgotten about, spoke up, mildly interested.

"Just my mother," I replied casually. They were the last thing in the world I wanted to talk about, especially after being so upset for the past hour. Man, I needed a drink. My hands itched for a cigarette.

"What about your father?" The spy didn't relent, pushing the issue with deadly politeness - I was actually sure she'd threaten me into talking about it even if I refused to.

"He's a celebrity manager."

"Cool," Her tone perked up at that. "Know anyone famous?"

"Know? No," I thought about all the A-list Hollywood stars I've been around, the endless parade of one-hit-wonder musicians that my dad hung out with on a daily basis. "I've crossed paths with at least half the Billboard TOP 40 but that's about it. Katy Perry was really nice," I added as an afterthought.

"I see," Natasha gave me a thoughtful once-over, patting the seat next to her. "So tell me, what do you have in mind for this Flash kid?"

My smile came out sharp and vicious. People tended to underestimate the quiet, quirky loner and I was about to remind them exactly why my kind of kids usually ended up with either millions in their bank accounts or a lengthy criminal record. "I'm going to annihilate any chance he has with having a social life, a girlfriend and I'll be damned if he gets into college without his parents going bankrupt. It goes like this..."

The ominous beginning of my plan attracted everybody in the room, even Loki. If anything, he offered the most constructive advice and the smirk he wore was positively devilish. Steve, Bucky and Thor emerged sometime during the scheming and hastily joined us, identically grim expressions on their faces. We barely managed to get done with our nefarious cackling when a portal appeared once again, Stephen stepping out of it with Tony carrying a sleeping Peter. The boy's head was bandaged, he looked like a mummy.

I stood up, beelining for Tony. "Is Pete okay? Did you call May?"

"He's not concussed but he's taking the day off tomorrow. Yes, I called May. Pete is staying here tonight," Tony looked and sounded like an exhausted, worried parent.

The urge to squee appeared again and I stomped it down with a hard "Good. We made a plan. The fucker is going to choke on his own misery," I gestured to the people sitting in a circle behind me.

Strange snorted.

Furious. I was furious.

Hands on my hips, I swerved towards him, instantly recognizing the ridiculousness of the situation. Here I stood, an eighteen year old high school student, in my fluffy rainbow sweater and denim overalls, staring down a whole grown ass man with magic powers. I digress, my pride won the race against my common sense. "Ex-fucking-cuse you, Voldemort, that's my fucking friend on the line," I seethed, giving him my best death glare.

"Language," Tony barely held together his laughter, looking at the unfolding mess with amusement. Somewhere behind me, somebody chuckled, then I recognised Loki's signature "ehehe" and it kind of went downhill from there. It's a miracle Peter didn't wake up.

"I'd be careful, Strange, she holds up against Stark very well," Loki's quiet compliment only made me preen and puff out my chest in a display of dominance. Stephen's responding eye roll was more fond than annoyed. I counted it as a win.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #repeat after me: PETER PARKER DESERVES BETTER

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Stranger (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, College!AU

Summary: While at a party you were forced to attend, you meet a mysterious stranger having fun by himself in the corner.

Inspo: A Tiktok by Designer_eyebags that has suddenly disappeared, it was too cute for me not to write honestly.

Word count: 2,476

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: When I tell you I'm a sucker for casual Todo esp Todo in a beanie?? Ded

College!AU for Todoroki finally! It was honestly about time! Though, I feel like I could’ve done better with it, I wasn’t really sure where I wanted to take it so I just let it take me I guess? But I think it's still pretty cute, so that's gotta count for something, right?

I've got another Baku scenario planned, and then a Midoriya one right after that (or I might reverse the order since I have the beginning of the Midoriya one written already). Also thanks again for 300 followers! Yall might be getting a surprise at 400, depends on when I finish these next few scenarios.

Buy me a coffee?

I don't want to be here at this party, but Ochaco told me I need to loosen up. And she's tired of me whining about how single I am. "Then do something about it!" she exclaimed, "Get out there and find someone! You won't meet anyone if you stay in the same rut!" She's lucky, she already has a boyfriend. At first glance, he's a complete pushover, but he seems to be a social person. At least, social enough to have friends who host dorm parties, apparently. So here I am, in a stranger's dorm with colored lights and obnoxiously loud music.

The funniest thing about this entire party, though, is this random person I've been watching. The music in the room is bumping to some EDM tracks, but this guy's having a blast in the corner of the room. He's off in his own world, headphones on, swaying and mouthing the lyrics to whatever's playing, which might be more melodious judging by how much slower his head nods are.

Honestly, relatable.

I would've thought he was just drunk or on some really good drugs, but his movements are structured enough to show he still has coordination. I'll admit, the way he's dancing around like no one's watching is pretty endearing. He seems like a pretty fun guy to be around, I should go talk to him. Ochaco abandoned me for her boyfriend, and this is my way of finding someone else, I guess.

I approach him slowly. It would be a stupid idea to tap on his shoulder and interrupt him, I don't really want to break his flow. I settle for standing by quietly, close enough for him to notice I'm staring right at him, but far enough so I don't break up his single-man party.

It takes him a while to notice me. The music bleeding from his white headphones even in this loud environment tells me he's really trying to drown everyone else out. His eyes are closed as his had bobs around, silently mouthing the lyrics to a familiar Top 40's song I've heard on the radio. His casual outfit consists of black jeans, a half-white-half-black hoodie over a black T-shirt, gray Converse, and a matching beanie. His hair on the side facing me is scarlet red, but from his movements, I can see the other side is snow white.

My lips quirk into a small smile as I continue to watch him entertain himself. I probably look like a creep, just watching some other weirdo doing their thing in the corner. I can't help it, he looks absolutely adorable, not to mention just a smidge familiar.

His eyes open for a brief moment just so he can blink and he double takes at me, freezing up and jolting backward. He slides the headphones down around his neck and looks around before scratching his head. "Hi... " he offers a slight wave. "Was I bothering you?"

Now that he fully faces me, I notice he has two different colored eyes, and his features are sharply handsome, contrasting the staple casual soft-boy aesthetic of his outfit and his awkward speech. "Not at all," I shrug, collecting my thoughts, "You seem like you're having the time of your life, so I thought I'd join you."

A slight blush coats his cheeks as he buries his hands in his jeans pockets. "I apologize. Perhaps what I was doing was distracting and inappropriate."

He's so prim and proper, it's adorable. "No worries, no one was staring other than me," I assure him, leaning against the wall. "So, why are you jamming all alone over here instead of being with your friends?"

"Ah, my roommate is spending time with his girlfriend right now, I don't really want to pry into their business." He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

I sigh. "Yeah, same here. Your roommate wouldn't happen to be a Midoriya, would it?"

He blinks. "As a matter of fact, he is."

"Wow, small world." That really is a coincidence. Can't say I was expecting to meet the roommate of my best friend's boyfriend, let alone find him alluring in some way.

The boy is silent for a moment. "Honestly, I'm sleepy, but I lost the key to my room, so I have to wait for Midoriya. I don't even have my wallet, unfortunately." He fingers one side of the headphones. "This is the only way to keep myself awake and occupied until he's ready to leave."

"I'd say you have guts to be listening to your own music at a party. You must have a pretty great playlist."

He tilts his head to the side. "I'm just not fond of this sort of music, it nauseates me."

"I feel that. This, in general," I motion to all the happenings around us, "Isn't really my scene. I'd rather be in my dorm alone."

He nods in agreement. "Me too. If it wasn't for me losing my dorm key, I would have already gone back."

Now that I've called attention to it, we really have drowned out the world around us, as if there was a bubble and I just popped it to return us to the present. There's this magnetism between us to keep to ourselves, despite the awkwardness of this being our first encounter.

I kick off from the wall and face him. "If you wanna hurry out of here, we can go somewhere else to talk. Or if you wanna go eat, I can pay for you, it's no big deal."

For the first time in our conversation, he turned to look at me head-on. "Really?" he cocks an eyebrow, "We've only just met, do trust me that much?"

I offer an amiable smile. "You seem like someone I'd like to get to know."

We walk into the darkness of campus at night, talking about nothing in particular. Whatever random question that popped into my mind was whatever I asked him. He's a quiet one, very hesitant about opening up and answering my questions more than what I've asked. I guess I like how mysteriously awkward he is, it's cute. Normally, I'm not one to talk either, but when it comes to someone who's even less of a talker than me, I take the lead just to make them comfortable.

His name is Shouto Todoroki, he's in the same year as me, a business major because his father wants him to take over the family company. He's the youngest of his siblings, his parents are separated, and he's a cat person.

Finally reaching a diner just a block off campus, I instinctively stroll up to the counter. At first he stands behind me, unsure what to do as he stares at the seat next to me. I eye him with another smile. "I guess you've never sat at the counter before?" At the shake of his head, I pat the stool to my right. "Come on up, it's not that different from sitting in a booth."

Slowly, he hoists himself up onto the seat and rotates over to face me. "Do you come here often?"

"Sort of, I'm alone most of the time. I don't usually come this late though. After my classes, I would come here because I love their burgers. I like sitting here to just do some homework."

The waitress gives us the menu and takes our drink orders. The diner is empty this time of night, save for a group of probably drunk students from our college and a truck driver at the other end of the counter across the room.

"What do you feel like eating?" I ask.

Todoroki's staring at the menu in great thought, holding his chin with one hand. "Maybe a sandwich. Or a pasta dish, I'm not sure yet."

"I think..." I scan over the menu. I'm not that hungry per se, I just wanted to get out of that party with this adorable stranger. "I'm gonna have a bowl of soup. It'll warm me up after being in the cold outside." I rub my cold hands together and tuck them inside the sleeves of my sweater.

The boy glances down at my hands before his cheeks blush slightly. He tries to hide it by rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you like me to...hold them for you? I've been told I have pretty warm hands..."

It's my turn to blush now. "Sure, thanks."

He stretches out his left hand onto the table, tentatively covering my clasped hands. Surprisingly, I find his hand is large, able to surround both of mine entirely. And they're pretty muscular, I'd say. "Your hands are pretty warm," I comment, almost dumbly.

He nods wordlessly in response.

Our shoulders almost brush because of how close I'm leaning to him. I'm close enough to smell his fresh scent coming off his jacket.

The waitress returns with our drinks and startles us into ripping our hands away from each other, bumping shoulders in the process. She takes our orders on her pad before smiling at us. "Aw, you two look so cute together," she coos and walks away before we can correct her.

Suddenly I don't know what I should say now.

"What made you come here one day?" Todoroki asks, his cheeks brushed pink. I appreciate his attempt at making things less awkward.

"I like having comfort food, I guess." I stir the straw in my water. "I get easily overwhelmed and homesick, so I like eating my feelings in a way."

His hands cup his warm mug of tea. "I can't say I agree with that. I wanted to get away from home. It was suffocating there."

"That must be difficult." Out of reflex, I raise my hand to pat his shoulder, stopping myself right before I can touch him. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't mind it," he blurts out quickly. "But only if you're comfortable."

I chuckle at his eagerness and rest my hand there. "We've become somewhat awkward again, huh?"

"Should I ask some questions, then? Since you were doing that earlier."

"Sure, go ahead."

Todoroki's questions were difficult to get out. He didn't ask as many as me since he thought very carefully before asking them. They weren't typical small talk questions you would ask someone you just met; they were thought-provoking, which I admit is something I appreciate way more. His last question was to discuss what would be the most important items to have you were stranded on a space mission with a group of people.

"Why wouldn't you want a flare gun? It could help the home base locate you from the light."

"Yes, normally, but it wouldn't work the same in anti-gravity space," Todoroki explains monotonously. "Though, the force of the shot would at least allow you to propel you in a certain direction if you're floating around aimlessly."

"You have a point. But we agree that rope, oxygen tank, and water are definitely essential for survival."

The waitress sets our food in front of us. Todoroki ended up getting a vegetarian panini just because he didn't really want any meat tonight.

"Will you be satisfied with just that soup?" he eyes my bowl carefully.

I start ripping at the toasted bread on the side and dip one into my tomato soup. "Yeah, I'm not terribly hungry, and I haven't had this soup in a long time."

We eat in a somewhat comfortable silence. I feel like we've gotten to know each other pretty well, but there's still the awkwardness surrounding us. Nothing really told me why he was so familiar to me at the party either. I don't really remember him at any of the previous outings I was forced to attend.

Todoroki puts down his mostly eaten sandwich. "I must...confess something. I-"

"Are you a creepy stalker?" I casually joke, dipping my spoon into the soup.

His face turns blank and the life drains from his eyes. "N-No! Not at-!"

I shove him lightly. "I'm just joking! You look like you've seen a ghost. What is it?"

Color returns to his face as he looks down at his unfinished burger and fries. "I've...been to a couple parties with Midoriya before, and I admit I've seen you already. To say you never caught my attention is a lie. Actually, I...hoped to see you every time he offered me to join him."

I'm frozen in place, my cheeks heating up at the implication. "Does that mean you've taken an interest in me?"

He inhales carefully. "Yes, I have."

"So...you'd like to see me outside of parties then?"

"Yes." He rubs his hands together. "We could even come back here, if you'd like."

"I wouldn't mind that." I avert my eyes away from him, ashamed to be shy like this. "But next time, you're trying a burger here."

His chuckle reminds me of the tinkle of wind chimes, except deeper. "It's a date."

I can't stop myself from smiling, my heart skipping a beat at the word. Wow, I actually found someone decent at a stupid college party.

We finish the rest of our meal in silence again, and I paid as I promised. It felt like we were holding back a secret from everyone else in the diner. We just started dating in the middle of our first meal together, how cute is that?

We leave and start heading back to the dorms, keeping a distance between us. Neither of us really know what to say after a sudden change in relationship status like that.

Todoroki coughs awkwardly. "If you don't mind, I'd like to warm your hands up again. Only if you're okay with it."

That's such a cute way of asking to hold hands, I gush inwardly. I close the distance between us, allowing him to gently grip one of my hands in his. He tucks our joined hands inside his hoodie pocket, pulling me closer to him. It feels like I'm walking on clouds.

He walks me to the front of my building. He'd gotten a text from Midoriya that he's back at their room and will open the door for him when he returns. "Thank you for the meal." His eyes express his gratitude clearly as he stands in front of me. "It was more enjoyable with your company."

"Don't mention it. It was great having someone to talk to." I realize I've unnaturally used my left hand to brush my hair behind my ear because my right hand is still in his pocket. Standing so close to him makes me nervous.

Todoroki lifts our joined hands to place a feather-light kiss on my knuckles. "I look forward to next time," his low voice resonates smooth as butter, eyes boring into mine.

I can't meet them for very long after, breaking eye contact with him sheepishly. "M-Me too."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #college!AU #todoroki imagine #todoroki scenario #gender neutral reader #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” elorcan!!!!

@lorcansalvaterree as per our arrangement.

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Elide was in front of him, going over her speech for her presentation tomorrow. She was pacing, something she wouldn’t so while presenting but he knew the movement helped her remember her words. Gods, she was smart. That wicked, cunning mind of her’s devoured information, book after book, lecture after lecture. It left nothing behind.

She was coming near the top of most her classes, she wasn’t letting the opportunity of University go to waste. She more often than not chose to stay in rather that go out to a party or some other gathering. Something Lorcan was becoming increasingly disappointed at, when he turned up somewhere and everyone but Elide was there. Tonight every had gone down to the campus pub for trivia. Lorcan had texted and asked if Elide was going and she had said no. Then a moment later she had texted him another message asking if he wouldn’t mind coming over and helping her with her presentation because he’d done the subject last year. He forced himself to take two long breaths before he texted back saying yes.

Because he was in love with her.

The first time he’d met her he’d been struck dumb by how beautiful she was. Aelin had brought her along to a get together, her dark eyes bright as she greeted everyone. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, simple makeup on her face except for her lips when were a deep red. From her stature he had expected her to be shy and quiet, but once she got going Lorcan’s first impression was most definitely wrong. The memory had him smiling.

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

Her hair was in a ponytail now, swaying as she stopped abruptly, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Lorcan took her in, how her cheeks were flushed, how there was a nervousness about her.

“I can’t smile at you?” Lorcan said, still smiling.

“Not... not like that,” she said quietly.

“Not like what?” Lorcan sat up a little.

Her blush deepened. This was the first time he had seen Elide flustered like this. Lorcan himself was a little embarrassed at being caught mooning over her, as if her couldn’t control himself. But, maybe...

“Like... like,” Elide made a frustrated noise and covered her face with her hands.

Lorcan stood and walked over to her. Gently he pulled her hands away from her face, taking her speech cards and putting them on the desk behind her.

“Like you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”

“I’m not... that’s not what I...” Elide was stammering. “I thought it was just me.”

Elide’s lips quirked up in a small smile as she said the words her voice back to its usual fierceness, but still left so much unsaid. Lorcan brought his hand up to her cheek, Elide lent into the touch.

“It’s not just you,” Lorcan whispered as he lent down, his lips almost brushing hers. But he wanted her to make the the decision. Cross that final line.

She did. And it utterly wrecked him.

All those times he had imagined kissing her lips, he never imagined they would feel this perfect moving against his. Everything in his world stopped and only Elide existed, the feel of her as she pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulder, the feeling driving him insane. She moaned as he deepened the kiss and Lorcan felt the last thread of his restraint snap and he lifted her onto her desk, her legs hooking around his waist. She whined as he broke the kiss but then she gasped as he began to kiss her neck.

“Lorcan,” she breathed, his hands squeezing her waist at the bliss inducing sound.

The bliss that was shattered something hard smacked into his head. Both he and Elide looked to the door where the projectile had come from to see a infuriated Aelin and a grinning Rowan over her shoulder. She pointed at Lorcan, murder in her eyes.

“Not on my watch,” Aelin said and then she was gone, to the kitchen most likely.

Rowan lingered a moment longer, still smiling. “Close the door next time.”

Then Rowan was gone too, from the sounds of it trying to placate a raging Aelin.

Lorcan sighed. “I should probably go before she threatens to cut my dick off.”

Elide laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Aelin isn’t one for idle threats either. Meet me tomorrow? After my presentation?”

Lorcan nodded. “Of course.”

A door slammed somewhere in the apartment and Lorcan took that as his cue to make his escape.

~~~~~

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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FALLEN LIKE SNOW - CHAPTER 3: FITFUL SLEEP

Written by @jeranasblog and Kinkybeanlien

Moodboard by @jeranasblog

Peter switches his means to get down the mountain, Tony has a rough night and Peter's lips become quite loose after a few too many drinks.

Notes: Adult Peter Parker, Fake dating, One sided nemies to lovers, No powers!AU, Mutual pining, Sugar daddy!Tony, Sugar baby!Peter, Fluff, Smut and Angst.

Smut tags (some for later): Wet Dream, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bondage, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Edging, Lingerie, Dom/Top!Tony, Sub/Bottom!Peter

Read Fitful Sleep on AO3!

The next day started with another delicious breakfast buffet. Everyone was there to discuss their skiing trip of the day and Peter couldn’t help but feel like he was a nuisance after Mr. Osborn mentioned it was a waste Tony wouldn’t be able to enjoy the lovely weather on the Platten. Though, once again, Tony immediately jumped in. “Peter’s here for just the week. I’m not leaving him by himself.” Peter couldn’t help the blush warming up his cheeks. Tony was either very good at pretending to be Peter’s boyfriend, or he didn’t want to hang out with his other friends. Peter guessed the first one, since that was the kinder option of the two, to everyone. He hoped it truly was the case. The first half of the morning was dedicated to the trek to Königsleiten. It wasn’t long, per se, but for someone with only one day of experience, it was quite the workout. When they got out of the chair lift, Tony took one glance at Peter and smiled kindly. “Up for a drink at the Umbrella bar?” Peter immediately shook his head. “I can go a little longer.” “It’s still a vacation, Pete, and you don’t have to prove anything to me.” Tony rolled his shoulders, poking his poles into the snow. “Or anyone for that matter.” Peter nodded gratefully and looked up the mountain. “One lift up further and then some cocoa?” “Gah, kid, please- I’d kill for a hot cocoa with cream. Sounds perfect.” They took the lift up, huddled together next to each other, surrounded by a couple of other people whose language Peter couldn’t quite figure out yet. Most of Peter’s fear came from the guy next to him being a snowboarder. They usually get out of chair lifts a little diagonally, so if he bumps into Peter, they’ll fall over for sure. Right? “Oh, kijk uit, je stok valt bijna!” Peter looked at the guy next to him wide-eyed and confused. What did he say? The man suddenly moved in to grab Peter’s pole, which he only now noticed was only hanging by the strap. He nearly dropped it. “Eh, Entschuldigung, my German isn’t very good. English?” The guy then said. His accent was a little funny. “American,” Tony quipped with a smirk. Leaning forward to glance past Peter. “Cool!” The guy smiled brightly and he wiped the lenses of his ski glasses with his mittens. “Which part?” “New York,” Peter answered politely. “And you go skiing all the way over here?” “There’s no place like Tirol,” Tony sighed dreamily. “Tell me about it!” The man relaxed, leaning back into his seat. The chair lift wobbled a little. It was quiet for a few seconds. “So, where are you from?” Tony interrogates. “The Netherlands! It’s super flat over there, so I love going here.” “Your English is pretty good,” Peter said with a smile. “Thanks!” The man turned his head. “This your first time?” “Yeah,” Peter admitted, slightly embarrassed. “I’m having difficulty getting a feel for the skis.” “It takes some getting used to, for sure.” “How’d you start boarding?” Peter asked, genuinely interested. “Ah, I skateboard at home.” Peter didn’t reply and stared ahead. The Dutch man cheerfully continued: “Made the transition from skis to board pretty easy, actually. The biggest difference is that the board is attached to your feet.” “I… I skateboard too.” “For real? That’s awesome! Might wanna try a board then.” Oh, for fuck’s sake, how did Peter not realize the similarities? Now Tony has bought him expensive skis. “I probably shouldn’t,” Peter chuckled awkwardly. “Why not?” Tony asked, surprised. Peter pressed his lips together, hiding his mouth in his balaclava and nodding at his skis. “I literally just got these skis.” “If that’s the only thing stopping you, we’re headed to the shop.” “To-” Peter stopped himself from saying the man’s name. Their outfits gave them enough anonymity that nobody recognized them and they liked to keep it that way. “No biggie, kid.” When they neared the top, the man politely thanked them for the fun chat and, surprisingly, him getting out of the chair lift went way smoother than Peter had thought it would. Maybe switching to snowboarding wasn’t that bad of an idea… … They made their way back to the Isskogel after an early lunch and Tony immediately arranged some private boarding lessons for Peter since he wouldn’t be able to teach Peter that himself. Though, instead of going skiing on his own, Tony stayed at the Arena next to the kiddie hill to watch Peter’s lessons with a whiskey in hand. Peter’s progress was unexpectedly quick. It was evident Peter knew how to handle a board below his feet. Most of the mistakes he made were based around the urge to step off, which he couldn’t cause his feet were stuck. It made for some pretty funny faceplants. By four o’clock, when the snow had gone a little soggy from all the sunlight hitting it, Peter excitedly made his way to Tony, with the snowboard tucked under his arm. “That felt so much better?” He seemed almost surprised. “Glad it did. The board looks better on you too.” Tony said with an approving nod, chugging the rest of his drink, a typically Austrian Alm Dudler. “It does?” “Yeah, it’s more… I dunno, graceful? It fits-” Tony tossed his handwear into Peter’s face. The boy laughed and sat down with Tony, tossing it back. “Like a glove.” “You’re terrible.” “I know.” … After a particularly long nap and a lovely warm bath, Peter rocked up at the dinner refreshed and strangely confident. He sat down next to Tony and immediately put his head in his hand, looking at Tony with a wide, goofy grin. The entire evening went by so smoothly Peter barely noticed Tony had started holding his hand halfway through. They shared some bites of their meals and for a minute Peter wondered if Tony forgot that all of this was fake. Just like Peter did. Tonight they all went to bed relatively early. The weather would be particularly bad tomorrow, so they all wanted to be well-rested to go up the mountain. Snowy weather meant hard work and bad sight. It made Peter slightly nervous, but with how well today went, he was certain he’d do just fine. … “No-” Peter opened his eyes confused. He had no idea how late it was, but a voice had woken him up. Who was that? Tony? “No, please, stop-” That’s Tony. That’s definitely Tony. And Peter could hear him through the walls. Peter moved to sit up straight, flinching at his sore muscles. Tony’s whines were growing louder by the second. It sounded like he was in pain. Peter tiptoed to Tony’s bedroom, the door was half open and when Peter peeked through he felt a sudden rush of empathy. Tony was asleep, bare-chested. His skin was covered in a cold sweat, glowing under the moonlight. His breath was shaky. It seemed like he wasn’t actually breathing. Tony’s face was twisted in pain. “Oh, God, no- no!” Peter couldn’t stop his feet from moving forward. The fingers of his left hand curled around Tony’s upper arm and his other hand cupped the man’s chin. “Tony, Tony- wake up. I’m right here, you’re right here-” Tony’s eyes flew open and the man grabbed Peter tightly, squeezing Peter’s arms, convulsing. He gasped for air and shook and Peter’s heart sank as he saw the man’s sudden vulnerability. Tony’s jaw was tightened and Peter’s thumb caressed soft circles over it in an attempt to help him relax. Tears started to form in the corners of Tony’s eyes and Peter helped him sit upright properly. “Hey,” he said softly, trying to find the gaze Tony was now directing elsewhere in shame. A soft disapproving noise fell from Tony’s lips before he spoke. He was still panting, having trouble regaining control over his breathing. “Sorry you had to see that.” “Don’t say that.” Peter sat down next to Tony on the bed and it took them a little bit before they realized they were still holding on to each other. Neither of them wanted to let go, though. Tony still seemed too out of it to be left alone again. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…” Peter scoffed at that. “Literally the only time you’re allowed to be unapologetically selfish is when you decide my well-being is more important than yours.” “I…” Tony slowly let himself sink back into the mattress. His grip on Peter softened but never left. He stared at the ceiling, seemingly looking for something, but not finding it. He never finished the sentence he started. Peter frowned slightly before moving to stand up. “Let me get you some wat-” “No-” Tony exclaimed suddenly, surprising Peter when his grip tightened again. “No, please, don’t leave me alone.” He pleaded. His voice cracked and he looked like he was close to breaking down. “It was just a dream, Tony, you’re not alone, I’m right here. I’m just getting you something to drink.” “Don’t go… Please-” Peter quietly sucked in a breath when a tear glided down Tony’s cheek. He’d never seen the man like this before. So fragile and small. Peter pressed his lips together and nodded once. “Mind if I lay down with you?” Tony shook his head slightly and his shaking hands finally let go of Peter. He shuffled to the side and pulled back his sheets for Peter to join him. Peter crawled into the bed and laid on his side to look at his boss. The man’s eyes were still strained on the ceiling. “I was back in Afghanistan,” Tony whispered. Peter hadn’t expected the man to be so open about what had frightened him like this so soon. However, Peter immediately understood what Tony meant. About ten years ago, he was abducted by terrorists. General James Rhodes’s team managed to free him, but that’s about everything the media got to hear about it. Soon after that, Stark Industries completely closed down its weapons department and started focussing on renewable energy. Stark’s famous Arc Reactor is what saved the company and also what made Peter so utterly interested in working for Stark Industries. It’s a piece of biochemical engineering genius that Peter wanted to study and improve even further. He hoped to get that chance one day. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” “I have to. Have to get it out.” Tony’s reply sounded resolute. “They were waterboarding me- I, I couldn’t-” He took a breath and closed his eyes. His body started shaking again and Peter immediately moved to put his hand on Tony’s arm to ground him. The man opened his eyes, but he seemed to stare right through Peter. The younger man shuffled closer and gently placed his hand on Tony’s chest. With his other hand, he grabbed Tony’s to hold it against his own chest. “Look at me,” Peter whispered. “I am.” “You’re not.” At that comment, Tony’s eyes seemed to refocus. “What are you doing?” Tony asked quietly. Peter slowly sucks in air, raising his chest and with that, both his and Tony’s hand too. “Breathing.” The fingers of Peter’s other hand twitched on Tony’s chest. “As are you.” A faint smile spread across his face. “You’re in Gerlos, Austria, in the Alpina hotel. It’s about 3am on a Monday night. You’re in a giant king bed with me, Peter Benjamin Parker, the most annoying intern you’ve probably ever had.” “You’re not-” Tony frowned for a second and Peter was happily surprised to hear the soft chuckle and see the corner of Tony’s mouth curl up. “You’re distracting me.” “Duh.” Peter laughed softly but quieted down quickly. “Is it working?” It was silent for a little bit while their breathing started to go in sync. Slow and steady. The lights were still off, but Peter could see the reflection of the moon in Tony’s dark eyes. The man seemed to be studying him and Peter let him. “Yes.” They spent a bit of time talking. Tony explained that usually, he’d go to his lab after nightmares and that he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if Peter wasn’t there to snap him out of it. He was grateful, though still shaken up. Peter listened to him talk and in return, Tony listened to Peter. Their conversations were deeper, more existential, than the ones they had before. Which automatically made them more meaningful to both men too. At one point, Peter’s eyes started falling shut, exhaustion washing over him once more. He tried to stay awake, for Tony, but his boss started speaking more softly and monotone. Peter quietly disliked how the man was aware of Peter’s tiredness, and that Tony was trying to make him fall asleep. Unfortunately, Tony was winning. Tony’s choice of words and manner of speaking lured Peter closer to the sweet embrace of sleep. Peter’s replies came out slower. Slightly slurred. He jolted back awake a few times, but it never lasted longer than a minute before his eyelids started giving up on him again. Peter could faintly feel Tony’s hand caress his face as he slipped into a dreamless sleep. Right before he lost himself to his exhaustion, he heard Tony mumble. “Thank you.” … They didn’t talk about the nightmare the next morning. Tony acted as if nothing had happened and Peter didn’t want to force him to talk about it. The billionaire had already shared more about himself than Peter could have ever imagined, and he was thankful for the sign of trust. Instead, they left around the usual time after breakfast and walked to the ski lift. Skiing was a short affair that day. Half an hour after they had started, the weather turned, and snow clouded their vision. Peter couldn’t see even a meter ahead and when he almost knocked over a young child, Tony decided to call it a day. Osborn had asked him if he wanted to catch up on certain business affairs anyway and both of them were quite glad once they were back inside. “You can come with me,” Tony offered, but Peter shook his head. He didn’t want to spend his day talking about stock prices and company buyouts, and although he knew it wasn’t Tony’s favorite topic either, business was business. Instead, he decided to try something new and searched on the hotel’s homepage for activities inside. Yoga class at 12. He wanted to try it out anyway, so he decided to give it a shot. Spending time with Tony was fun, but he might need to relax, take a little time for himself. Dressed in some yoga pants he had found in his suitcase, Tony had literally bought him a stupid amount of everything, he left the room to search for the hotel gym.

‘Yoga for beginners’ wasn’t how Peter had imagined it. He had assumed an elderly spiritual woman would light up some candles and talk about finding your inner center, but instead, a woman not older than him was guiding the class. She explained how yoga could be both a way to relax as well as the opportunity to strengthen the core and the body. Peter found himself liking the class and he decided to maintain the habit once he’ll come back home. After a small warm-up, the woman showed them some exercises, and Peter noticed how his thoughts slipped away. It was the first time since they arrived that Peter was truly alone besides sleeping, and he started to process everything he had experienced. He was surprised to realize that his feelings regarding the billionaire had changed from hatred to sympathy and he actually enjoyed spending time with him. Of course, he had his flaws, but who hasn’t? He didn’t even care about pretending to be Tony’s boyfriend anymore and against all odds, he wasn’t counting the days until he could go back home, either. Time flew by and way too soon he found himself lying on the floor, a pose the woman called ‘Savasana’, and he was focusing on his breathing for three minutes. Yoga had been more fun than expected. “You had fun?” A familiar voice tore him from his thoughts and Peter could see Tony standing in the doorway of the small gym. Peter smiled at him, actually glad to see the billionaire. When he approached Tony, he could see that the man’s gaze was focused on his thighs and Peter realized how tightly the pants were hugging him. He didn’t comment on the billionaire’s slip, a little flattered by the intense stare. “Yes, it was pretty great. Definitely wanna do it again when I’m back home.” Tony cleared his throat, his eyes reluctantly wandering higher until he looked at Peter’s face. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with suppressed hunger. “Great, let’s go. It’s almost dinner time. I wanted to pick you up,” Tony’s voice was actually a little deeper. … Peter was staring at himself in the mirror. The black cashmere turtleneck hugged his body in a way that clothes have never hugged his body before. He tugged at the long sleeves and straightened his back, took a quarter turn and looked at how the tartan pants cupped his ass. He swallowed and let his hands roam his torso for a bit. The fabric was soft. It even felt expensive. And somehow, that was what made it feel strangely good. And the fact that Peter was wearing Tony’s money made it feel even better. His boss spent this money on him specifically. He made sure Peter looked good and that had Peter feeling things he couldn’t quite place. MJ’s words from before the vacation emerged from the back of his head. Sugar daddy. Peter sucked in a breath, feeling his cock stir at the thought. Everything about Tony’s and Peter’s fake relationship was a perfect example of everything… Sugar. The only thing Peter hadn’t done yet was ask for something rather than just receiving and the longer he stood in front of that mirror, staring at himself, the more he was warming up to the idea. Quite literally. A small voice in the back of his head told him to not indulge too much. All of this was still fake. It would be over after this vacation. Right? “And there’s me thinking I’m the vain one.” Tony’s voice right behind Peter made him jolt and whip around. Tony chuckled. “It’s just me-” “I’m not… I’m not vain, I’m just-” Peter slowly turned back to face the mirror again and he cocked his head. He’d styled his playful curls to be a tiny bit more controlled, but he wouldn’t admit it took him over half an hour to get it that way. Vain? Him? Of course not. “Pete, you’re hitting minute seven of ogling at yourself in that mirror. It’s okay, you look great.” Tony stepped a little closer until he was standing right behind Peter. The younger man couldn’t help but stare at the two of them in the mirror. Together. Tony’s gaze was dark, almost as if the man was undressing him with his mind. And where Peter would’ve scolded Tony for it before, he definitely didn’t mind the attention now. The pants were getting tighter around his member and Peter hoped that Tony didn’t notice. “You’re a pretty boy.” Tony’s voice was low, vibrating through Peter’s body as the billionaire’s lips nearly touched the shell of his ear with each spoken word. Peter blinked at their reflection, certain that the mirror in front of them was the Mirror of Erised from the Harry Potter universe. This couldn’t be real. He must’ve been imagining things. But no. He could feel Tony’s chest pressing against his back and the warm breath tickling his skin. Peter couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping his lips. “Did I say something wrong?” Tony asked quietly. Peter shook his head and replied softly as he folded his hands in front of him in an attempt to hide his growing hard-on. “No, Mr. Stark, it’s- It’s okay.” Neither of them moved, both unsure of what situation they were currently in. “I guess I like being pretty?” Tony chuckled. “Lucky you…” His hand rested on Peter’s arm for a few seconds before he completely stepped away from Peter, breaking the moment with a clearing of his throat. “You’re always pretty.” Tony quickly left the room and Peter was certain the man muttered some swear words. Did he not mean to say that? Peter swallowed and turned back to the mirror to look at himself one more time. If Tony’s a Sugar Daddy… Maybe Peter’s the Sugar Baby? … A few minutes later Tony and Peter entered the dining room, the billionaire’s arm wrapped around his middle. Peter was still a little agitated from their conversation, unsure of what he should think about Tony. He had hated him until recently and now he was already telling him he liked to be pretty? Dreaming about calling him Daddy and wanting to be his Sugar Baby? It was a little much and Peter struggled with feeling anxious. His own mind was making it so much harder for him and he wished he could turn his thoughts off for a minute. Luckily, their dinner company was way lovelier than it had been the days before. Hammer and Osborn senior were signing some contracts and only Pepper, her husband and Osborn junior were left. Peter sighed in relief. Pretending to be Tony’s ‘significant other’ could be stressful sometimes and he was more than glad that he didn’t have to keep up with difficult people as well. The conversation was easier tonight, more personal and less focused on business. Peter learned that Pepper’s husband Marcus was a child therapist while Harry Osborn was studying law. Tonight, he didn’t decline the server’s offer to bring him wine, loosening up from the pleasant company. He touched Tony more casually and he realized that the billionaire was more relaxed as well, almost carefree. Eventually, Peter lost track of how many glasses he’d downed. “-and then I accidentally blew up the lab.” Tony was telling one of his favorite stories, about when he had forgotten to turn off the Bunsen burner, and Pepper added some snarky remarks. “You can’t imagine how badly the whole lab stank. The smell lingered for days.” Peter giggled and emptied his glass of wine. Was it the second, the third? Fourth? He wasn’t even sure anymore. “I was so mad at him,” Pepper continued. “Didn’t talk to him for days. Unfortunately, I forgot that I had promised him to help him with an experiment the next day and he went all rough on me, telling me I couldn’t break my promises just because I was a little mad.” The whole table was laughing, the mood light, and Peter felt fuzzy all of a sudden. The effect of the alcohol hit abruptly and the world dissolved into its colors. The feeling of being carefree and airy was too strong and Peter realized only vaguely that he had drunk too much. Maybe that was the reason for his next words. “I like it rough.” Everyone looked at him. Tony with surprised hunger, his fingers twitching around his fork, while the other three stared at him with amusement. “Well, it’s good you’re with Tony then.” Pepper smiled at him. “He can be quite- overwhelming sometimes.” “I love to be overwhelmed.” Peter put most of his weight on Tony, leaning all over him. He hid his face in the crook of Tony’s neck for a second, but quickly pulled up again to continue his babbling, feeling the urge to tell the world all his secrets. “And I love to feel pretty as well.” He proudly looked at his boyfriend. Boyfriend… Yes, that’s it. It was the first time he could actually see the billionaire blush and his fuzzy brain convinced him to call him out on it. No coherent words fell from his lips, but his index finger gently pressed into Tony’s cheek. Tony blushed even harder. The look on his boyfriend’s face made Peter frown a little and the same hand he touched Tony with traveled down to his tight tartan pants. Were they… Tighter? “I think I’m getting hard.” “Alright, that’s our cue.” Tony patted Peter’s shoulder and gently pulled the younger man’s hand off his growing member. “Pepper, Marcus, Harry, it was nice talking to you.” Pepper tried to hide her grin behind a fist, while Harry was openly laughing at them. “But Tooony,” Peter drew out his name, the world starting to spin around him. The man slowly lifted them from their seats, having to carry nearly all of Peter’s weight. “We didn’t even have dessert.” “You can have dessert in your room,” Harry’s voice was dirty and he winked at him, playfully wiggling his brows, but Peter didn’t get what he was talking about. He grinned anyway, turned to Tony again and leaned in. “Can you overwhelm me later?” Peter whispered in Tony’s ear, at least he tried to, but a loud chuckle from Harry made evident that he talked louder than he intended to. “Anything, honey, if you just leave with me right now.” Tony’s voice was a deep growl, and it lit up every cell of Peter’s body, making him burn even more than the alcohol did. “Yes, Sir.” Tony’s loud groan echoed through the room. Peter didn’t remember how they got back to their room, but in the next moment, Tony was unlocking the door to the penthouse. Peter stumbled through the doorway, Tony’s arm wrapped around his middle, keeping him upright. Everything was colorful, swirling around him like a carousel and he reached out, trying to catch a haze of color. His fist closed around nothing. “Let’s get you in bed, Pete.” Tony pulled at his clothes, stripping him, and Peter felt good, so good, so crazily good. The billionaire would finally overwhelm him, show him what Pepper was talking about. Peter was guided to his bed, wobbling a little before he fell face-first onto the mattress. He waited for Tony to join him, to hold him down, to whisper filth into his ears, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, Peter turned to his back, trying to find Tony, only to realize that he had left the room. Loneliness filled him all of a sudden. It was so devastating that Peter scrambled to his knees and pushed himself up, determined to walk to Tony’s bedroom. He was swaying and stumbling, following the rush of colors to the door at the other end of the penthouse. Without knocking, he opened the door. “Peter?” Tony was already lying in bed. “Don’t wanna sleep alone,” Peter slurred and dropped onto the bed. It felt warm here, so much warmer than his own bed, but the confused haze of the other man was bugging him, stopping him from giving in to sleep. “M’tired. Don’t wanna leave ya. Nightmares.” Peter snuggled against the strong chest, savoring the closeness to Tony. It felt right in this moment. There were no concerns left, no doubts or restrictions, only the warmth of the billionaire. His boyfriend. “Mr. Stark, do you like me pretty? Do ya wanna dress me in ling-lingerie, keep me in your bed and m-make me call you Daddy?” The chest he was lying on suddenly tensed and a low groan buzzed in his ears. Did Tony like to be called Daddy? “Daddy?” Peter tried it again, for experimental purposes, of course. Just to see how the older one would react. This time, he even heard a little moan. “Pete, you’re drunk. Just sleep, all right?” Peter grinned broadly and buried his face in the billionaire’s chest. “Yes, Daddy. ‘m gonna sleep. Protect you from the nightmares.” Tony groaned again but didn’t comment on the name. “Night, baby boy.” It barely took a minute before Peter drifted to sleep, carried by the carefree feeling. He felt as if he was flying on a cloud, looking at the sky while he was snuggled against his Daddy. Life was pretty great.

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“And how should I serve you?” - (1983) Roger x Reader (smut)

Summary: It’s 1983 and Queen is recording their next album at the studio where you work, and things get a little heated between you and the drummer.

Series Masterlist here

In this “episode”: Maybe Montreux isn’t all it was supposed to be.

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: The usual, smut and language. 18+ please.

[A/N: I know the timeframe is off. I know. I know. Don’t @ me. But one part of this is idea that was discussed with @hannafuckingsucks over a month ago and I am finally to the point in the story where it fits! Amazingly, an anon sent in an idea that also ties perfectly into it, so, this is for you too! And the other big thing in here is per a few anon requests (again, I’m sorry for taking so long to get to it – all of you wanted it to happen sooner, except for one who wanted it to happen now). Unless y’all send me in more ideas, this is going to be the last one in this little series here unless/until I get more in the inbox or something popping into my head. I personally don’t want to let 1983 Roger go, but… Yeah.]

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“It’s beautiful here,” you tell Roger as you look out of the window at the nighttime view, the moon full and lighting up everything it’s glow touches with absolute perfection.

“Yeah, and quiet. Quite a retreat from the madness.” “We usually stay in a house when we’re here, but I thought you and I could stay here. Less time between here and the studio, since the studio is downstairs and all.”

“Do you hear that?” You turn and face him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him “That silence is telling us that we are completely alone.”

“Finally,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you whisper. Your shared smile and adoration is interrupted by a banging on the door. “Really?” you fuss in a humored whine.

He walks to the door and you turn back to soak in the amazing view of the water and mountains in the distance. You can hear laughter and voices coming from the other room but try your hardest to ignore them, silently wishing for whoever these people are to just go away. But they don’t.

“Hey, babe, come meet the guys,” he says, poking his head around the corner. Not exactly the night you were hoping, but you keep your groaning to yourself and go meet his other bandmates.

They’re nice enough – nothing wrong with them on a personal level, but you wish they would leave. They’re all drinking way too much and being way too loud and obnoxious, even Roger. At 11pm you’ve had enough of this “fun” and excuse yourself to bed. Not that you were going to get any sleep. The walls are surprisingly thin, and you can hear everything. Every footstep. Every cough. Every cigarette being lit. Every word. Everything.

“Does she have any friends, Rog?” you hear one of them ask. “I need to get me one like that.” There’s another one who jokingly asks how much he’s paying for you, and another that cracks a joke about the age difference, and you break down. You think that maybe this was a mistake after all. Or maybe they’re just that drunk, you don’t know. They’re definitely not like the others. Brian, John and Freddie never talked about you like that and never treated you with anything but respect.

They finally leave around 1am and Roger comes sneaking in the bedroom, trying to be quiet but he keeps knocking things over as he’s trying to undress and it’s starting to piss you off more than you already are. But you seethe quietly, because you don’t even want to talk to him. He finally crawls into bed and scoots himself behind you, and pulls you tight to him, but you don’t react. “Are you sleeping?” he whispers loudly, and you stay quiet. “Wake up, Y/N,” he whispers again. “I’m fucking hard and I need you.”

“You smell like a liquor cabinet and cigarette smoke,” you snap, not turning around to face him.

He snuggles his face into your neck and rubs your leg with one of his hands. “But baby, I really…”

“You need help?” you snap again. “You have two hands. Help yourself.” You push his hand away and move yourself to give some distance. He rolls over onto his back and starts laughing. “Go to sleep, Roger,” you groan.

He gets out of the bed and walks to the bedroom door, which he smacks himself in the face with when he opens it. “Fuck!” he yells out with pain in his voice, and you jump up and rush to him. “I hit my fucking nose!”

You know you shouldn’t laugh. He’s hurt. But you can’t help laughing anyway. “Idiot,” you giggle. “Come on.” You guide him out to the living room that is littered with empty beer bottles. “Sit down,” you tell him as you push him to the sofa and turn on the lamp. “You’re bleeding.”

When you walk back in with towels, he’s looking up at you, a pathetic look on his lightly bloodied face. “If you’d have just had sex with me this wouldn’t have happened,” he chuffed.

“I was planning on having sex with you but we were rudely interrupted,” you quip as you sit next to him and hold a towel to his nose. “Did you forget how doors work?”

“It was dark. I couldn’t see,” he tells you with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and bring his hand up to hold the towel himself. “You’re so pretty,” he slurs slightly. “I’m a fucking asshole.”

“Not always,” you grin. “But right now you’re an asshole with a bloody nose.”

“I think I broke my face,” he groans, moving the towel away.

You look at his face with an amused look. “Nope. Still adorable,” you giggle. “An adorable asshole with a bloody nose.” He’s sorry for what happened tonight. You can see it all over his face. “Hey, it’s alright,” you tell him. “I know I can’t keep you to myself all the time.”

“Not exactly how I wanted our first night here to go,” he murmurs. “But tomorrow night? I promise. You and me.”

… but it didn’t exactly happen that way, because he stayed in the studio until 3am. The next night he was there until 6am. Every single night for that entire first week, he would either be at the studio until some ungodly hour, drunk with “the guys,” or both. You told yourself it was stupid to be angry about it. He’s there to work – he never said he wasn’t there to work. He didn’t bring you there to coddle you. Sure, he told you that you’d have your evenings together, but you know how recording goes. There’s really no set timeframe, and when the music is flowing, you can’t stop making it because you promised your girlfriend dinner and a movie. It doesn’t mean you weren’t annoyed with it all, especially given how today is now Wednesday, and John, Brian and Freddie will be here any minute.

“There she is!” Freddie exclaims when he walks in and sees you reclining in the living room. “Where’s your shadow?”

“Same place he’s been for most of the last week. The studio.”

“Uh oh,” John sings. “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, no trouble,” you say with a smile. “It’s actually nice having no responsibilities.”

“Ah, only responsibility being to be pretty and fuck him whenever he wants it, right?” Freddie jokes. You purse your lips and raise a brow. “Don’t tell me you’ve already started to deny him when he fucks up!” he laughs heartedly.

“Hey! I will have you know I was only denied once,” Roger shouts as he walks in and points to his bruised nose. “And this is what happened, so I don’t think I’m ever going to be denied again.”

“You punched him?” Brian asks you, somewhat horrified but also just a tad amused.

“No, I didn’t punch him,” you giggle. “I wanted to, but the door took care of that for me.”

“You’ll never believe who I ran into about an hour ago,” Roger says, quickly changing the subject. “Bowie. He’s here for a few days. I told him I’d get all of you down to the studio tonight.” He turns and faces you and sees you’re starting to get annoyed. “You, too, Y/N.”

Queen – your favorite band. They always have been. David Bowie? Well, he’s second in your adoration. And when Roger told you that you were going to meet him – not just meet him, spend the night hanging out with him – you were ecstatic. You didn’t want to show it. You tried to keep your cool like you did the day he and the rest of the guys walked in the studio months ago. Roger was amused watching you meticulously fix your hair and take forever to pick out what you were going to wear. “You didn’t bother putting this much effort into your clothes the day you were going to meet me,” he joked. “I met you in jeans and a t-shirt.”

“That’s because I wasn’t trying to impress you,” you joked back, fluttering your eyes.

He – Bowie, that is – was utterly charming when you met him. He held your hand and kissed it like a proper gentleman, his voice soothing and a little deep. His humor was terrific, and although he wasn’t trying to, he had this aura of mysteriousness surrounding him. And when he would talk, you paid very close attention. And when you all went to get dinner, he pulled your chair out for you and helped you sit down. Roger hated it.

Now here you are, in the studio with all of them. You’ve been around these guys long enough to witness their bickering in the studio. Whether it be because of a chord change in a certain place, lyrics being changed, the tempo – didn’t matter. They bickered. Some days the bickering was constant. Sometimes it would explode into an all out shouting match. But nothing you had ever witnessed could prepare you for this moment you’re witnessing right now.

It’s been a few hours, listening to them banter and play music, including you in all of it. But the best was sitting here watching Freddie and David – he insisted you call him that – trying to out-diva each other. Freddie would sing something, and David would have to do it louder. David would sing something, and Freddie would have to do it more dramatically. It was hilarious.

Just as he would do back in Los Angeles, if something didn’t sound right or didn’t seem like it fit, Freddie was on the speaker asking for your input. Not David. He wouldn’t use the speaker. He would walk out and come sit right next to you and discuss what the problem was. It was harmless, but Roger didn’t think so.

He didn’t like the way you’d smile, or the way you’d get smiled at, or how your arms would touch, or how you’d play with the underneath of your hair while intently listening. You knew it was getting to him and you played it up big time. He hasn’t given you much attention since you arrived. He’s barely even touched you. So maybe, you thought, if you’d flirt just a little too much he would give you the attention you’ve been aching for. And David? Well, he didn’t mind the flirting one bit. He ate it up, and he would flirt right back. You were being quite giggly, a bit too much for Roger’s liking. You used to giggle and flirt with him like that when you first met, after all. They were trying to work out a particular drum part for this song they were making you and David were having what looked like a very flirty conversation. You were really only sharing L.A. stories, but he couldn’t hear you from way on the other side of the room behind the glass.

“Rog, concentrate, for fuck’s sake,” Freddie scolds from the desk. He turns and looks back at you. “Go give him a blowjob so he relaxes and stops being so fucking useless,” he laughs.

“Go on,” David jokes. “We won’t watch. Promise.” He smiles and gives you a wink, and that was the last straw for Roger, who throws his drumsticks on the ground and rushes out of the box.

You stand up to greet him, but he says nothing, instead opting to grab your arm and walk out of the studio. You hear the rest of the guys chuckling as you do, making comments about how maybe the blowjob was going to happen. When the door slams behind you, you stop walking and yank your arm away, infuriated with Roger. “What is wrong with you?” you yell. “And who in the hell do you think you are dragging me out like that?”

“Who in the hell do you think you are throwing yourself at him in front of my face?” he yells back. Your forehead wrinkles and your eyes squint as your lips purse together. “Oh, I could see everything. Everything,” he sneers.

You’re seething inside. He’s never acted like this before, and you start to wonder if this is who he really is. Easily jealous and domineering. This isn’t what you signed up for. “Oh, so you saw me when I tore off my pants, got on his lap and fucked the shit out of him?” you snarked dramatically. “Thank god, because I really didn’t know how to tell you it happened!”

“You’re here with me, Y/N, not him!” he yells.

“Yes, I’m here with you,” you snarl. “Although I think you forget I’m here half the time because you’re too busy drinking until you can’t even walk straight when you could be spending just a little bit of your time with me like you promised.”

“Where are you going?” he carps as you start to walk away. “We aren’t finished.”

“We are finished,” you sneer. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you whenever you come to bed, as usual.” You storm off in a rage and go back to the apartment.

He eventually comes to bed. You have no idea what time it is, but the sun is up now, and the first thing he does is lay on his back and gets as close as possible to you. You nuzzle up to him, laying your head on one shoulder and your hand on the other, not awake fully. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispers. “I don’t know why…” You bring your hand up to his mouth and cover it, letting him know you want him to stop talking, and he starts to chuckle. “Go back to sleep.” He grabs your leg and wraps it over his waist. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too,” you mumble. “Pull something like that again and I’m going to break your face for real,” you giggle. “Did the song get finished?” You raise your head and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Mmm hmm.” He looks over at you and smiles. “I’ll play it for you later.” He puckers his lips, beckoning you for a kiss, and you oblige with a soft peck. “I’m sorry you’re not enjoying yourself here.”

“I actually love it here,” you tell him. “It’s beautiful. Just wish I could see you more, that’s all.”

“I know,” he groans. “Me too. I’ve been a complete dick.”

“Yes you have,” you giggle as you kiss his neck. “You owe me.”

“After we get some sleep, I’m all yours,” he smiles. “I am doing nothing today but spending it with my girl.” You give him another kiss before laying your head back on his shoulder and drifting off to sleep.

“Hey,” you hear Roger whisper in your ear. “Wake up.” You hurry and sit up, and he’s sitting next to you on the bed. “You’ll sleep until tomorrow if I let you,” he chuckles as he pats your hip.

You slowly sit up and groan. “I hardly slept, Roger. What time is it?”

“2:00,” he laughs. “Get up. Come on,” he says, dragging you out of bed. “I’ve sent specific instructions that you and I are not to be bothered today by anyone.” A big, toothy grin happens upon his face. He’s obviously excited about something, but you don’t ask.

After getting showered and dressed, he walks you down to a quaint little sidewalk café where you enjoy lunch. The occasional person would stop by and glance, clearly recognizing him, but none would ever stop and bother him. “Word must have gotten around to everyone not to bother us today,” you giggle. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been somewhere with you where no one is coming up to you.”

Everything was perfect. You strolled around old town, did some window shopping (he wanted to buy you everything you said you liked, but you wouldn’t let him) and walked along the lake. The conversation never wavered – it never did when you were with him. And he held your hand and gave you sweet kisses, in full public view, announcing to the world that you were his.

You sit together by the lake, arms wrapped together, your head on his shoulder, watching the amazing sunset that looked like a perfect painting. “Thank you for bringing me here,” you tell him.

“You showed me the sunset in L.A. I thought it was only nice to repay you for that,” he says.

“No,” you giggle and look up at him. “I mean here, to Montreux. To be with you.”

He sighs deeply and smiles a benevolent smile. “It’s not going exactly as I planned.”

“You mean you didn’t plan on being a jealous, raging bull last night?” you quip. “I could have sworn that was somewhere in the plan.”

“I’m really sorry about that,” he says, quite embarrassed. “I don’t know what got into me.” You lightly pinch the tip of his nose, crinkle yours, and put your head back down on his shoulder. “I take it you don’t want to come to Munich, given how this has been a complete disaster.”

“I never said that,” you say. “And this isn’t a complete disaster, silly. We’re sitting here now, aren’t we?” He chuffs and shakes his head. “I knew you were going to be working, Roger. It’s not like this is a vacation.”

“I promised you time,” he groans. “And I haven’t given you any.”

“I don’t need your time 24 hours a day. Besides, if you’d have been around constantly I wouldn’t have found that bakery that makes the best chocolate croissants I’ve ever had in my life.”

“What else have you been getting up to?”

“Nosing around, pretty much. The lady at this antique shop not too far from here and I have become pretty good friends,” you giggle. “She’s learning English so she likes to talk to me.”

“Antiques, huh? Freddie will love to hear you like antiques.”

“Oh, we already talked about that. I mean, it’s not like I know what I’m looking at. I only went in because she saw me gawking at a ring she had in the window and insisted I try it on.”

He sits there and adoringly listens to you ramble on about the people you’ve met and the things you’ve seen. “And there’s a nice little boutique shop next door that has this shirt I think I’m going to buy tomorrow. It’s a bit more pricey than I usually pay for clothes, but I think I’ll treat myself.”

He clears his throat and quickly changes the subject. “Remember when I asked you what you wanted out of life? What did you say?”

“To be happy,” you reply with a smile.

He holds two fingers under your chin and tilts your head, looking deep into your eyes. “Do I make you happy, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you say softly. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

He smiles lovingly, his eyes reflecting the setting sun. “Do you know what I want out of life?”

“Money. Fame. Fancy things,” you laugh.

“That’s all nice,” he laughs. “But no.”

“Well then,” you say, shifting your body to face him. “What does Roger Taylor want out of life?”

“To make you happy.”

“Well then you have succeeded.” You lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“Ah, I may make you happy now,” he says dramatically with his finger raised before turning serious, “but I want to always make you happy, Y/N.”

“Well, keep up the good work,” you giggle.

He sighs. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

“Ok, ok I’m sorry,” you giggle before taking a deep breath and forcing yourself to stop being silly.

He looks out over the lake, deep in thought. “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

“Hopefully wherever you are,” you smile, holding his arm and resting your head back on his shoulder.

“What about in 20?”

“Roger?” you ask with a nervous laugh. “What…”

He interrupts you. “Marry me.”

You start to choke and quickly lift your head up, looking at him. “What?”

He has a huge smile on his face as he turns to look at you. “Marry me,” he whispers.

“Roger…” A happy tear falls down your cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb.

“I know this is crazy and maybe even compulsive. And I know you probably wonder if I’m only doing this because of last night but I promise you I’m not because I got this yesterday…” He holds out the ring you fell in love with at that antique shop, and your mouth falls open. “Fred told me you mentioned it and the lady there said that when you tried it on it was a perfect fit…” You’re genuinely stunned right now. “I was going to wait until we left here. There’s this small town in Germany I was going to take you to when we drive to Munich…”

“Roger,” you hold up a finger to his lips. “You’re rambling.”

“Yeah, sorry. I thought we could drive to Munich from here and…”

“Roger…” You try to stop his rambling again, but he doesn’t hear you.

“… there’s this town that is quaint and quiet and…”

“Roger! Stop talking!” you laugh. “Are you going to put it on my finger or not?”

The big smile comes back to his face and he relaxes. “So you will?”

You jokingly shrug. “I’ve always been crazy and compulsive so there’s no reason to stop now.” But you quickly give him a genuine, adoring smile. “And because I love you and I want to see what happens in 20 years.”

“I love you,” he tells you with a whisper before kissing you while putting the ring on your finger. “Should we go back?”

“Oh, I think so.”

“I’d put on some music, but I don’t want to drown out the sounds of your sexy little moans,” he grumbles, pulling you close to him.

“Mmm,” you murmur as he gives you a deep, passion filled kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

He gives you a deep chuckle. “I have a lot to make up for, don’t I?”

“Absolutely,” you say as you push him away from you. “You better give me whatever I want.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to as long as you keep looking at me like that.”

“Anything, huh?” you smirk and sit down on the bed. “Get those clothes off, then.”

He smiles as he kicks off his shoes and starts to unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. You’re already breathing hard just from watching him. It’s been far too long. Sure, it’s only been just over a week, but considering how you’d normally get it almost every night, it’s been far too long. You just know you’re about to get a good one here and now. He looks you in the eye and gives you a 'I hope you're ready for this' look and you start to giggle.

He slides his pants down and steps out of them, standing up straight to give you the best possible view of his swelling cock. He quickly finishes taking off his shirt, and now he’s standing in front of you, completely naked. You look him up and down, inspecting him and smirking as you bite down on your lip. You sit on the edge of the and motion him over, and he reaches out to touch your face. He pulls your face to his and kisses you as softly, licking your lips before running his tongue around your jawline to your earlobe. As he kisses his way lightly around your neck he massages your thigh with his other hand, causing you to instinctively spread your legs before pushing him away. He grins as he takes off your shirt, then your shoes, your pants, and everything else. “Where do you want me to go?" he whispers.

"Don't tease me dammit, you know what I want..."

"I'm not sure, you'll need to give me some directions," he teases. "Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want me to do."

You reach up and push down on his shoulders with force and turn his face to yours. "If I have to tell you, I’m going home right now," you giggle.

“Yes ma'am," he says with a chuckle, falling to his knees. He starts at your inner thigh and licks his way up, slowly inching his way to be right where you want him.

“No teasing,” you whisper. “No time for that.” He wasn't about to disappoint you. He reaches around with both hands, grabbing your ass and pulling you to him. He puts his mouth over your pussy and uses his lips to spread yours so he can focus all of his attention on your clit. You weren’t lying when you said there was no time for teasing. You missed the feeling of his tongue on you so much that you almost immediately begin to cum, your fingers digging into his head. That didn’t stop him from sucking on your clit. Every muscle in your body tightens and convulses as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. The intensity is almost more than you can take, but he doesn't stop. He won’t until you tell him to. You’re speechless. The only sounds you can make are the loud moans and screams he’s making you give. He alternates between sucking your clit and setting it on fire with his tongue. You can't tell him to stop because you’re beyond speechless now. You push his head away, but he pulls you closer, relentlessly continuing his attack on your throbbing clit until you scream one more time and go limp.

He stands up and gazes playfully into your eyes, caressing each of your breasts with his open palms, letting your stiff nipples slide between his fingers so he can tweak them. He circles them with his fingertips, softly, watching your nipples grow even harder. Still looking into your eyes without a word, he slides his arms underneath your legs, raising them to his shoulders as he lines up his cock with your still pulsating pussy. “May I?” he asks, somewhat jokingly.

“You fucking better,” you giggle.

“And how should I serve you?” he asks with a sarcastic smirk.

You grin. “Hard,” you growl as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

He has absolutely no problem with that. He rams himself into you with great force, pulling you to him with his hands on your thighs each time he thrusts into you. You look deep into each other’s eyes; your faces telling everything you need to know. You are both right where you want to be and getting what you both so badly needed. He slows his pace to let you catch your breath, rubbing your tummy and gently massaging your tits, softly brushing over your nipples.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he starts to fuck you slowly now, with long, slow strokes. “I love being inside you.”

“Right where you belong,” you coo with gaspy breath and a smirk. You can see in his eyes that he’s getting closer before he even started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. "Give it to me,” you groan. “Give it all to me."

He reaches down with his thumb and begins to rub your clit with firm circles as he gets even closer and closer, feeling you start to spasm. He pushes even deeper into you. “I’m ready,” he groans loudly. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m ready.”

“Do it,” you grunt. “You’re making me cum.” His cock pulses and throbs and your walls constrict around him as his load shoots into you. He keeps thrusting until he’s unable to stand, collapsing his face softly onto your stomach, wrapping his arms around you, his most favorite spot in the world.

Your arms wrap around him as you rub and pat his head. With a soft and sweet giggle, you purr. “Good boy."

He slides up into the bed, and you slide up to lay next to him, still basking in your collective glow, and rest your head on his chest. “I may not be able to do that in 20 years,” he chuckles. “Keep it up and you may even wear me out long before then.”

“I don’t care,” you say. “As long as you can still hold me in 20 years I’ll be just fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and squeezes you tightly. “You’ll really marry me?” he asks, almost as if he’s baffled that you said you would.

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say softly as you look at the ring on your hand and smile. You shift yourself to have your face next to his, a tinge of worry washing over you. “You don’t think this is what I was looking for this whole time, do you?”

“Not at all,” he grins. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t want any of this.” You roll your eyes and start to laugh. “Well, you didn’t. You just wanted to use me for sex then toss me in the bin when you were done.”

“Oh like you started all of this with serious intentions,” you laugh and playfully slap his chest. “You didn’t want any of this either.”

“You’re right, I didn’t,” he smirks. “I just wanted you to be my little play thing in L.A.” You roll away from him onto your back, but he rolls over as well and hovers over you. “But now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.”

#1983 Roger #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x you #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor fic

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San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / Wooyoung (Envy 4) / Chapter 5 (no introduction) /

Wooyoung glanced at San before back towards you, his lips pulling into a grin as he walked closer, humming. You closed your eyes as the scent of evergreen trees hit you, relaxing just barely as the boy grinned wider. "Won't you open your eyes for me?" You opened your eyes and you took in the sight of Wooyoung as you put another gummy in your mouth.

Bright green eyes, almost intimidating and black hair. The necklace around his neck had the symbol of a snake and you glanced towards San's neck. His own necklace with the symbol of a fox. You tried to think back on Yeosang, trying to remember if Yeosang had his own necklace. You couldn't think...or remember much about Seonghwa other than him being otherworldly, gold eyes and a soft caramel scent.

The other flustered you too much to get a good look at him. You rubbed your eyes and sighed quietly, not noticing San coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist, lips automatically dusting against your neck, hands pressed flat against your tummy, almost pulling you back into him, flush against his chest.

Yelping you trying to pull yourself away from San only for your attempts to be rendered useless. You sighed, angrily shoving a gummy in your mouth as San nuzzled closer. "Why are you so clingy? If I get out and you're attached to me, people are going to think we are dating." San hummed quietly, lips brushing your ear as he spoke.

"Let them." You shuddered and San snickered.

"The sentence still stands love. Let me fuck you and I'll be sated for two weeks. Depending on how good you are it could be more." Did he just- "even longer if you're a virgin." He purred, sliding his hands under your shirt and digging his nails into your hips.

He giggled and pushed himself closer but Wooyoung whining made him chuckle and stand up straight, only to shove you towards Wooyoung, who grinned and caught you. "Sannie is a tease isn't he?"

Your jaw had dropped the longer San had whispered into your ear. "What-" You rubbed your face, groaning. "You're a rollercoaster." San smirked. "Y'know what is better than an emotional rollercoaster?" He laughed, shrugging.

You rubbed your forehead, the pair already giving you a headache. "Don't say it." San was full of obvious innuendos and he knew it.

You sighed, looking up at Wooyoung who had laid his hands on your shoulders. He was warm, soft and definitely adorable. He grinned down at you and scanned you, humming.

"Hey Woo, do you smell Felix on her?" Wooyoung frowned at the name, leaning closer and sniffing. "Kinda yeah...why?" San stared at him. "You can't be serious? Why do we have her if Felix was her guardian angel?" He rose a brow and Wooyoungs mouth opened. "Oooooooh you're right!"

He nodded silently and turned you around to face San, hands still on your shoulders. "C'mon princess." Red eyes almost beckoning you closer, hands reaching out towards you. You blinked, walking towards San, hands reaching for him like a string was attached. Once close enough San wrapped you up in his arms, almost immediately your headache dissipated. You blinked a few times. "hello sweetheart, I know Wooyoung is hard to take in." You stated at him, lips pressing into a line. "It's both of you together. It's like Yeosang is the only sane one." He chuckled and a soft warmth appeared on your forehead, disappearing just as San leaned away.

Did he just kiss my forehead? He grinned. "I did." Your head had stopped hurting entirely. The soft smile he aimed at you had you melting into his arms, your own coming up to wrap around him, eyes hazy.

"Princess. Can you give me what I need?" Your mind cleared and you blinked a few times. The thought of San kissing you didn't sound too bad…

You hesitated before glancing behind you at Wooyoung, who didn't look bothered before nodding faintly. Soft lips connected with yours and electricity shot down your spine and towards your fingertips and toes. You melt into his touch as he tugs you closer, hand splayed across your lower back as he leans closer into you, biting on your lip before trailing kisses down your neck and you tilted your head back, giving him room as he went towards your collarbone, biting down hard enough to leave indents of his fangs.

You helped and jerked, San's grip keeping you from moving. "San!" He purred, grinning softly. "That's music to my ears princess, hearing you call my name like that." He whispered and he pulled his head back. "I can't wait to mark you up angel."

You covered your face and squirmed, getting away from San and taking a deep breath. San made you light headed, hazy, weak and a little too relaxed. You easily get swept away. He wasn't a rollercoaster, he was like the ocean, calm and almost rocking you to sleep, other times it's full of waves but still calm. Rarely, so far, it's stormy, angry waves and faint thunder. Smelling of a thunderstorm.

San smiled teasingly at you and closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled. "You still smell so good." He purred and Wooyoung nodded. "He's right...you smell so delicate and innocent." He murmured, falling onto the couch.

Staring for a moment you pulled out your phone and texted Min, asking him to write notes for you as you weren't feeling good. San chuckled, breath hitting the back of your neck and you jumped, turning and glaring. When did he get behind you? "Don't do that." He took a step back, hands up in a teasing surrender. "Sorry princess." His lips twitched, the corner pulling into a smirk.

"How about you get to know Woo? You'll see him a lot." You furrowed your eyebrows before turning to look at the grinning boy- or was that a lopsided grin, half a smirk? You turned to look back at San who ushered you to the younger, pushing you to sit next to him. "Wooyoung will protect you if I'm not...available per say." San hummed and said boy nodded. "It'd be rare, but he's there, you won't know unless you smell him around, he's good at hiding." Wooyoung smiled and lit up at the praise. How cute, like a puppy.

"Thank you Sannie!" Your lips twitched, almost forgetting they were sins, demons, deadly beings with how childish and...human they were. Wooyoung turned towards you and grinned. "So I'm like your bodyguard when Sannie isn't around. You can summon me easier than Sangie, but not as easy as San." He leaned closer. You had to admit, he was utterly adorable. Enough that your hands twitched with the urge to squish his cheeks.

Your phone went off with a text message and you grabbed it quickly, a message from Min reminded you that you had a party you were going to that night. You looked up at the boys who were bickering with each other. You pursed your lips, wondering if you could manage to sneak out later, your outfit was in your closet and ready to go as soon as seven hit. You bit your lip and glanced at the time on your phone.

10:39

That gave you roughly 9 and a half hours toget yourself together, meaning get away from these sins and into the party at Min’s frat house. You squirmed before tilting your head to the side. A text from an unknown number had you squinting. You recognized that number. You jolted when your phone buzzed in your hand and you quickly answered and disappeared outside. “Hello?” You spoke before freezing at the voice on the other line.

“Y/n?”

“How did you get my number? I told you to delete it.” The voice sighed before the rustle of clothes told you he moved.

“You told me to, but doing it was up to me. The same goes to you, why didnt you block me?”

You clenched your jaw and gripped your phone, tightly but kept quiet.

“Come to the party tonight Y/n. I’ll see you there, dont forget to wear your costume.” The voice chuckled, voice rumbling across the phone to you.

You wanted to throw your phone across the room. But, remembering that you had sins, hot ones at that, made you feel the slightest bit better

You stood, fuming as you faced the balcony, clenching your free hand as you huffed angrily.

“Dont contact me again. Stay away from me if i do come.” You hissed quietly into the phone, pulling the phone away from your ear as he laughed, itching to reach through the phone to punch him in his pretty face.

“C’mon princess.”

“Dont call me that Changkyun.” You honestly didnt know how Min was friends with him before he found out what he had done to you, you didnt understand how anyone was friends with this douchebag.

Kihyun, Minhyuk’s best friend, was utterly adorable, and maybe you had the slightest crush on him- Thats right! Maybe you could convince Minhyuk to give you his number and you could ask Kihyun to play as your boyfriend so he would leave you alone.

You hung up and smacked your phone on the table next to you, glaring outside. The smell of evergreen trees surrounding you as well as the addictive scent of San’s cinnamon spice close behind.

“Are you ok?” Wooyoung appeared in your vision, eyes soft as he took in the anger in your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and sighed. “Who was that on the phone?” You heard San murmur as he picked up your phone, eyeing it.

“My ex boyfriend.” He hummed, eyes turning to Wooyoung and smiling, lips pulling into a grin as he looked over your shoulder. “Why was he calling Y/n?” You sighed and turned to look at San. “There’s a party tonight that im going to with some friends tonight, its a party that you can dress up as anyone you’d like. Im going as Harley Quinn from the DC series.” San hummed, red eyes scanning your face and tilting his head. “Can we come with? What time is it?” You tilted your head and turned to lock eyes with San.

“Im going with Minhyuk, its at 7pm...and no you cant go, i might need you though, just incase my ex tries something...” Both nodded and smiled. “What should we go as?” Wooyoung chirped, leaning against the table and humming. “How about someone from this ‘DC series’?” You scratched your cheek and shrugged. “Go look for it yourself.” You grunted before heading towards the couch and falling onto it, snuggling into the pillow and sighing, closing your eyes. “You woke me up and now im still sleepy.” You grumbled when you felt San’s presence close to you. He laughed and sat by your feet, pulling the blanket out from under you and humming. “I guess you could go back to sleep for a little bit, ill cook you lunch then wake you up when its done later.”

You rubbed your eyes and turned on your side, facing the couch as San covered you with the blanket, Wooyoung took a seat on the floor, humming as he turned on the TV. “Sleep well, Y/n.” You mumbled nonsense before falling asleep quickly, San’s hand stroking your calf slowly, helping you fall asleep.

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You stirred as the couch pressure moved, a quiet ‘Shhh’ lulling you back into sleep, the whispers or the two sins fading.

San sighed and covered you with the blanket before he turned around with Wooyoung following as he walked into the kitchen, looking around as he thought about what to cook for you. He scrunched his nose. “Should we call Seonghwa?” Wooyoung rose a brow and chuckled. “You’d willingly ask Seonghwa to come in here and help you do what? Cook?” San rolled his eyes before he went to the fridge to cook some lunch for a human.

San had to think hard, he had seen something about the DC universe that you had mentioned, he did have to say that Harley Quinn was indeed his favorite character. Although he did not like the relationship between her and Joker. Poison Ivy and her were a pretty cute couple. But was there a character that would go well with Harley? There was only one character that was coming to mind and that Batman. San scrunched his nose. There were plenty of girls around Harley that would work.He glanced at Wooyoung who was looking into the fridge for a drink for you. “Wooyoung, have you seen any movies from the DC universe shes talking about?” He stopped, remembering that The Riddler was a character. Thinking harder for a character for Wooyoung.

San shrugged and looked at Wooyoung. “We can dress you up as Robin.” At Wooyoungs whine San laughed quietly as he dug out some food and started cooking.

Moments later you trudged into the kitchen. “What are you making?” You mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “Brunch. Pancakes or waffles?” You hummed at San’s voice, rubbing your eyes as you moved closer to him, watching him cook with half lidded eyes, forgetting Wooyoung was there as you leaned against San tiredly. “Smells good…” You mumbled before jumping when Wooyoung grabbed your sides. “What the fuck?” You whirled around and half glared. “Hi angel~” You huffed before a glass was shoved in your hand by the male in front of you and you looked down, sighing softly. “Why are you guys spoiling me?” They shrugged and you sat down at the table, watching the two interact as they moved through the kitchen, a faint smile pulling at the corner of your mouth unconsciously.

Humming you rested your head on your hand that was against the table, eyes half lidded, still tired. A plate was placed in front of you, right as your eyes closed, the smell of waffles invading your nose and you sat back, opening your eyes to see both of the sins on the other side of the table, watching you. “We decieded who we are going to as this party.” You rose a brow, cutting the waffle up as you hummed. “You know you dont have to dress up from someone in the DC universe or at all.” San’s lips curled, smirking. ��Alright then. We can be someone from Alice in Wonderland.” You blinked before placing the utensils down and looking up at them. “Mad hatter and the Cheshire Cat?” You hummed at their question. “Sure…” You grinned faintly at the image that popped up into your head.

San cocked his head and chuckled softly. “Minhyuk might be able to let you wear his outfits, we did them last year. Whos who?” San glanced at Wooyoung at your question before smiling. “I’ll be the cheshire cat, Woo will be the mad hatter.” Wooyoung shrugged and nodded. “Fine with me.” You smiled widely, glancing at the clock. Twelve thirty. Pulling out your phone, texting Minhyuk and confirming that he still had the outfits.

Continuing to eat you hummed, cocking your head to the side and closing your eyes. “This is good, you know how to cook? I thought you didnt need to eat.” San shrugged, smiling. “Ive claimed enough humans to learn how to cook.” You pursed your lips and nodded, finishing off your food.

All you had to do now, was stop at Minhyuk’s dorm, grab the costumes, come back and shove the sins into their costumes then get yours on. Getting up you put your plate in the sink before heading towards your room to change. “Im changing then im heading out.” San hummed in response from his spot, watching you turn and leave.

Throwing on some black ripped skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie of Minhyuk’s that you had stolen borrowed you shoved on socks and shoes before walking to grab you phone and your keys. Wooyoung appearing infront of you halted your steps. Lips were in a pout, eyes in puppy dog form. He was giving you puppy dog eyes. “Can i come with?”

“Do i really have a choice?” Wooyoung hummed. “Not really, but its nice to ask...” You nodded, leaving with Wooyoung as San shook his head and waved you off. “I’ll stay here.”

“Dont burn my place down.”

“No promises.” San teased, a smirk on his face.

Now all you had to do was get to Minhyuks place without having anyone stop you. You knew his spare key was ontop of the door fram, and you could just barely reach it. Maybe it was a good thing Wooyoung came along, he was a little bit taller then you. But maybe, trying to summon Seonghwa wouldve been better, he was taller then both of the sins currently invading your home.

Debating on driving was what was going on your head, it was only a 15 minute walk so you turned around, locked your door and headed towards Minhyuks place with Wooyoung trailing behind.

“Can you stay outside while i run in?” Wooyoung didnt answer, too focused on the hoodie you were wearing. “That doesnt smell like you.” You frowned. “It’s Minhyuks, why does it matter to you?” Wooyoung huffed. “San might care.” Its then that you remembered that Wooyoung was Envy. He was jealous that you were wearing Minhyuks hoodie ontop of San getting to you first.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Envious?”

“...are we almost there?”

You laughed at Wooyoungs blatant ignorance of your question before you turned and stop on the sidewalk at the sight infront of you. You took a few steps closer to Wooyoung, unconsciously gripping his sleeve.

“No way...”

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jamielea81 · 5 years

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A Walk in the Park

Chapter 1

Hey all! This is my very first fic, so please take it easy on me. It’s unbeta’d so all mistakes are my own. This is a RPF with Chris Evans. Obviously this is fiction and all in good fun. This is a one shot but please let me know if you would like a part 2. Tagging my girl @flamencodiva

You were getting tired from walking and thought you should probably be getting back home. It was getting late, well, not really. You were more of a homebody these days and since it was after 6, yeah, you should probably get home. You turned back around on the sidewalk and started to walk the 12 or so blocks back to your street. You were trying to walk as much as possible to get to know the area. The LA lifestyle of driving everywhere wasn’t your thing. You didn’t like driving to begin with and you were never the primary driver back home. Home. What a difference a couple of months can make.

The weather is perfect for mid-March being in the 60s in the early evening hours. Back home you’d still have snow on the ground and looking forward to days in the 40s. This is better. This is a change. This is good. Your family and friends thought you were crazy leaving a well-paying job and nice home in the suburbs that was mostly paid off to move from the Midwest to the West coast. You still lived in a family-oriented neighborhood, not quite adventurous enough to move downtown in a high rise. You were renting a studio apartment on the second story of James and Connie Smith’s home. Their two kids had moved out on their own a couple of years ago and they decided to convert part of their second story. They liked the neighborhood and didn’t want to move, but didn’t need all the space. It’s a nice unit on a tree lined street with enough room for you to park your car on the driveway. It was just you after all and after selling and donating most of your possessions, you didn’t need a ton of room.

Instead of sticking to the sidewalk, you crossed the empty road to check out the small park you walked by earlier. It’s not really a park per say as there isn’t any playground equipment or picnic tables. More of a green space set aside for people to relax. At least that’s how you thought of it. A large water fountain sat in the middle of the park with 4 wooden benches circling it. Walking up to the fountain you stuck your hand into the water for just a second feeling the cool liquid on your skin. It was quiet except for the splashing of the water. Being around dinner time few people were out walking around and you enjoyed the peacefulness of it all. Deciding to extend your evening stroll you took a seat at one of the benches and concentrated on the spray of the water. Losing yourself in the cool air and sounds of the water you didn’t notice the cute brown and white dog trotting over to you until you felt something bump your knee. Slightly jumping up and off of the bench with a tiny squeak you looked down and saw your offender.

“Well hello there pup! You kind of scared me for a second.” Looking around you didn’t see anybody in the park or down either side of the road. The adorable dog bumped your leg again with his nose and tilted his head to the side. He was wearing a collar with a blue leash attached but you didn’t see any tags. “Where’s your mama or your papa? Hmm?” Bending down you gave his head a good rub seeing that he was definitely friendly. You weren’t sure what to do. Your car was at least 6 blocks away, you didn’t know where any veterinary clinics or animal shelters were and you didn’t know anybody else in the neighborhood besides the Smiths. You picked up his leash and walked the perimeter of the park hoping someone would spot you or your new friend. After a few minutes and no one still in sight, you took a seat on the grass with your legs stretched out in front of you deciding to wait it out.

After about 10 minutes, your new K9 companion laid down next to you with his face resting on your left leg. Giving him a few rubs with his leash looped through your left hand you grabbed your phone with the other and absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter.

“Hey! What are you doing with my dog?” A man’s voice yelled from the other side of the park. He sounded almost angry. You jumped up quickly while trying to remain in control of the leash as the dog started to spin around in circles as the man jogged over to you.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” You asked when the man reached you grabbing the leash out of your hand. He didn’t respond but instead bent down on one knee letting the pup lick his face while telling him that he shouldn’t run off like that again.

You stood there dumbstruck as he continued to ignore you. He stood back up and starred at you for a second before speaking. He was tall, but not overly tall. Being above average height yourself it’s one of the first things you notice about a man. He had ballcap on down low but you could still see his piercing blue eyes. He had quite a lot of stubble on his face but it looked good on him. “I asked what you were doing with my dog.” He said.

“Oh, um, he wandered up to me and I saw that he had a leash but no one was around so I decided to stay here in case someone came looking for him. I live 6 blocks that way.” You said while pointing to your left. “And I didn’t want to head that way in case his owner was coming from the opposite way. You took a quick breath. “I decided it was best to stay put and keep him company. I’m really sorry if I worried you. I know I would be worried to if my dog, I mean, if I had a dog and he took off on me. And oh, I am really rambling here.” You bit your bottom lip and placed your hand over your mouth.

His mouth quirked in a partial smile and his eyes crinkled at you. “No, I am sorry.” He let out a breathy sigh. “He just had me so worried and then I saw the leash in your hand and I thought maybe you were trying to take him.”

You let out a small giggle and extended your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand. “I’m Chris. This naughty boy is Dodger.” He gestured with hand. “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble. He normally stays next to me while we’re in the garage. I had his leash on because we were going to go for a walk but I needed to grab something out of my car. I guess he decided to go ahead without me.”

“Well, hi Dodger, it’s great to have a name with a face.” You said looking down into his gorgeous eyes. “He was a great companion this evening and it was no trouble at all. I’m new to this neighborhood and city really, so it’s nice to make new friends.” You said with a wink. Were you flirting? No, this was absolutely not flirting. You weren’t ready for that.

“Oh, where are you from?” Chris asked.

“Minnesota. Been here about two months now.”

“That’s quite the move. What made you decide to move to LA?” he asked.

“I needed a change. Really it’s more like a fresh start even though I’m in my mid 30s and should probably be more settled.” Did you just confess your age? Why would you do that? “So new career, new change of scenery. A warmer lifestyle.” You said with a bright smile. You bounced on your feet, something you did when you were nervous.

You left home because you couldn’t handle being in your house anymore. You met Caleb shortly after college and married a couple of years later. You both had stable jobs, a house, but a family never came. You both wanted it but it just wasn’t in the cards for you. He was enough. Together you were enough. 8 years later Caleb was taken from you. A normal trip to the grocery store to grab a few things afterwork and he didn’t make it home. Two policemen were at your door a couple of hours later. They told you Caleb was hit by a red-light runner and didn’t make it. You lived in your house for a year by yourself. You decided to sell and once it sold, you decided to move.

“Change is good at any age. What kind of career change are you making? Acting?” he asked.

“Oh, God no.” Realizing how bad that sounded you quickly added “I mean, that’s just not for me. I get pretty shy when the attention is on me and I can barely walk and talk at the same time. I’m actually an events coordinator for a PR firm. Well, technically I am an assistant to an events coordinator but I am told that I could easily be moved up within a year. It’s something I dabbled with in college.”

He started to lift up his eyebrows and opened his mouth but you cut him off. “And before you say it, I didn’t plan keggers. I worked on university events like fundraisers.”

He smiled and nodded his head. “That’s really cool and I hope it works out for you.”

Dodger started to whine and Chris looked down at him. “I think he’s ready for dinner and the sun is starting to set. I’m sure you have places to be and we’ve kept you long enough.”

“It’s fine. I’m actually just headed home. I don’t really know anyone here yet, so I was just going to go home and Netflix and chill.” Chris started to laugh and you realized your mistake.

“I mean, watch Netflix and relax before going to bed. I don’t think I can Netflix and chill by myself.” Chris started to laugh again and shake his head. “I suppose you could do that by yourself, but that’s not what I am doing.” You laughed and then let out a big huff of air. You pointed in the direction you were going. “I should probably just go.”

“Y/N, you are hilarious and it’s been a pleasure meeting you. I thank you for keeping Dodger company for me.”

“It was no problem at all. You have a sweet boy there.” Bending down you gave Dodger a scratch behind the ear. You gave a wave to Chris and started to walk out the park, crossing back across the street to the sidewalk.

“Hey Y/N!” Chris yelled. You turned around and saw Chris and Dodger walking over toward you.

You stopped walking and turned around. “Yeah?” You asked.

“So, a few friends and I get together once a month and play board games. It’s kind of nerdy, but a lot of fun. It’s a good group. I know you said you don’t have any friends here yet, so would you want to come next time? It’s not for a couple of weeks but I can text you when it gets closer to the day.

You couldn’t help but smile a big toothy grin. “That would actually be really nice.” You said.

Chris grabbed his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you. You entered your contact info and handed it back. You didn’t text yourself with his phone because you didn’t want to assume he would actually follow through. He was already being really nice and you didn’t want to be the one to reach out.

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned to leave. He yelled over his shoulder “Talk to you later Y/N.”

“Bye.” You yelled back as you started to walk home. Smiling to yourself you continued on your way. “I think I just met Chris Evans.”

Walking up the back stairs to your studio you heard you phone ding. You unlocked the door, walked inside kicking off your shoes. Fishing your phone out of your back pocket you saw that you had a new text. Clicking it open it read “Hey Y/N, it’s Chris. Just texting so you have my number.”

Chapter 2

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #rpf #dodger

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hellowkatey · 5 years

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The Come Up (Bucky x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18701557/chapters/44353861

Friends to lovers trope cause I’m a sucker for a slow burn. All further chapters will be posted to AO3 (link at bottom), but the first chapter is posted in its entirety below the break.

Summary: Newly accepted as an official Avenger, you move into the infamous compound, anxious to be a part of a team for the first time. You quickly find acceptance among the group, but your loner habits are taking a bit longer to acclimate. Your first mission comes around, and you finally meet the infamous Bucky Barnes, immediately clicking and falling into a natural friendship. When ~feelings~ arise, you must figure out how to figure out if these new emotions need to be suppressed or let out in the open.

Warnings: none

Tags: friend to lover, pre IW/EG, reader x bucky

Rating: PG13 for language and suggestive content

When you look in the mirror, you don’t see “hero”.

It doesn’t matter that the suit Tony designed for you makes you look the part. No amount of lightweight bulletproof super fabric and Avengers emblems will change that you are still you underneath— hardened, scarred, and internally broken.

“It looks great.” You whirl around to see Natasha leaning against the door frame of your bedroom. She looks ready for bed with her hair tucked into a loose bun, a pair of flannel pajama pants and a gray tank top.

“Thanks,” you say shyly, glancing back at yourself in the mirror. For as wrong as it feels, it fits like a damn glove. He asked if you had a preference on design. You just said to keep it simple, and he really nailed it.

It looks like normal clothing. The pants are black, high waisted and fitted down your legs like skinny jeans but soft and stretchy and thicker than they seem. He explained it’s because they are meant to block bullets. A new material they got from Wakanda. The top is a dark gray v-neck and a similar material. It’s long sleeve and has the Avengers emblem on the breast and on the back of the neck in black.

Your favorite part is the jacket. It looks like black denim, feels like denim, and moves like denim. According to Tony it’s better. Adjusts to the weather to be cooling or heating. Tough and durable against sharp objects and bullets. Above all, it is practically the same outfit you have worn when you have gone out to do some ass kicking. Tony even let you keep your favorite combat boots.

“I want you to feel like you can be yourself here.” He said when he gave you a box containing this suit. The way he looked at you meant he read your file. They all have the same look when they learn the truth.

“Did you ever feel guilty being here?” You ask, turning to look at Natasha as you slide the jacket off and pull out your own bedtime clothes. She smiles softly, longing in her eyes.

“I still do sometimes. It’s hard moving past the things I’ve done. There will always be red in my ledger no matter how many times I kick bad guys in the face.”

You chuckle at the thought of Nat literally smashing some perp in the jaw. You’re sure she isn’t exaggerating either. “What helped?”

“The people. I let them in, and now they’re my family. I just keep reminding myself that they know about my past and still love me.”

“Easy as that?”

“Easy at that. Have a good night, [y/n].”

You say goodnight and close your bedroom door with her departure. Now alone you change out of the fancy suit and into an oversized t-shirt that hits halfway down your thighs and shorts just in case you run into someone in the hallway at 2am or there’s an attack in the middle of the night. Precautions you never had to deal with working alone.

You set an alarm for 7am for your morning workout and fall asleep almost immediately, the weight of another exhausting day pulling you into darkness.

The chains of the punching bag clatter and twist as you land multiple hard hits on the side. Sweat is dripping off your body as you land a final fatal blow and the punching bag strap gives away, falling to the ground with a loud thud that echos through the training room. You shake out your hands and kick it to the side with two others you have demolished this morning.

“Looks like the punching bag destroyer isn’t me for once.” Steve Rogers laughs, walking into the room with two other men that you recognize as San Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Sam smiles widely at you and then looks at your small pile of fatalities with wide eyes.

“Super soldier?”

“Sam—“

“Oh are we not allowed to ask?” He rolls his eyes at Steve but then looks at you a little concerned he crossed a line. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Not exactly a super solider by design, but I have some similarities. Strength, agility, enhanced senses, and faster healing would be the overlap.” Steve nods at your list, confirming your assumption.

“Anything else? Laser vision maybe? Man, I have been so disappointed in the lack of laser vision in this--”

“Sam,” Steve groans, and you let out a genuine laugh. You’re internally giddy at how well this conversation is going, even if it’s just a little banter between the naturally outgoing Falcon and Steve Rogers. You glance at Bucky who is standing by quietly, per usual. You know he’s paying attention because his eyes are going back and forth between you and Sam, but his expression is neutral. The resting stoicism of Bucky Barnes.

“Oh come on,” Sam whines. Steve gives him another look and this time he seems like he will cease.

“We’re not here to barrade [y/n]. We are here to deliver a mission.”

He holds out a file folder. It’s thick, and stamped with the SHIELD logo. Must be a few years old.

“How’s your Portuguese?”

“Fairly decent.” You reply in Portuguese, opening the folder to find a stack of case files with a black and white photograph paper clipped to the first page.

“Perfect. While we hate to just throw you into the field so quick, you’re the only other fluent Portuguese in house at the moment.”

“Other?”

“You will be joining Bucky in Brazil on this mission.”

You look up from the case to look at Bucky. Your eyes meet and the corner of his mouth turns up the smallest amount. A friendly smile. You guess it’s better than nothing.

Excitement courses through you. Your first mission! You didn’t expect to be so excited for something you’ve been doing for years, yet you can’t help but feel a little more confident after your talk with Natasha. You’re working towards a better future.

“When do we leave?”

“Saturday.” Steve says, indicating you have about two days to prepare. “Better start reading.”

The three men then turn and leave you with a stack of classified files and three broken punching bags.

November 18, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield agent Riley Gonzalez reporting in. It is November 18 in São Paulo, Brazil. Investigation of the numerous mystery attacks in the area has come up with no concrete evidence... locals have little insight, or do not seem affected by the disturbances. I have seen nothing down here that would indicate possible extraterrestrial activity. Next check in is November 24th unless new information is uncovered.”

Transcript End.

November 20th, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield Agent Riley Gonzalez, reporting in. Uhhh, so, I don’t know what to say. I, uh, I found something weird, don’t know if it connects, but--”

[yelling in background, incoherent voices]

“Shit!”

Transcript End.

You’re sitting in one of the large armchairs in the study, curled up in a blanket and sifting through the case files. You leave in the morning, and you just want to go over them once more to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

When SHIELD was active, seven agents went missing in different parts of South America at different times. After SHIELD was disassembled, no more agents were sent down, but intelligence on so-called “extra-terrestrial attacks” continued to be gathered. After the attacks of 2012, the weird occurances suddenly didn’t seem so outlandish. Fury restarted the investigation and with the help of Tony’s advanced software, managed to find a pattern in the documented attacks. That is why Bucky and you are going to Brazil-- to try and witness and predict the next attack so they can figure out what they are and how to stop them.

The overhead light flickers on in the study. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the flood of brightness. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had become in there.

Through your squinting you see Bucky stride into the room, his quiet confidence radiating off of him. “Reading in the dark?” he asks, a small smile appearing on his lips. You’re a little caught off guard to see him engaging you in conversation. The most you’ve ever spoken to him before this moment is when you were introduced, and that entire moment consisted of him him walking past the kitchen while Steve, Nat, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Vision, and Rhodey were making their own acquaintances and Steve pointed to his fleeting figure saying “That’s Bucky.” and Tony adding “He doesn’t say much.”

“It wasn’t dark when I started reading.” You push together the papers into a neat pile and tuck them back into the folder. Bucky sits down on the couch across from you, his eyebrows knit together despite his general friendly demeanor. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing wrong, just thinking about this mission.”

“Are you nervous?”

He scoffs, and you roll your eyes.

“Are you one of those guys that chalks everything up to having seen worse?”

He cocks his head, pressing his lips together into a curious expression.

“I have lived through the second world war, being frozen, and an alien invasion or two. I’d say that’s seeing some shitty things and missions like these don’t really make me that nervous.”

“You never know. Seven other agents were probably thinking the same thing, and they were never seen again.”

He picks at a thread on the sleeve of his green henley, glancing up at you to make eye contact every so often.

“What, do you want me to be nervous?”

“It would be comforting to not be the only one.”

He chuckles softly. “[y/n], it’s gonna be fine. First mission jitters go away pretty quick.”

"When do we take off?" you shift the subject, feeling a little embarrassed at your comment about him "seeing worse". The man was a brainwashed assassin, who do you think you are to make statements like that? Even your shitty past can't compare to the baggage he must carry around with him.

"7am. You a morning person?"

"Usually yes."

"Then you're in charge of waking me up if I oversleep. Steve is gettin' real tired of mothering me."

"He would never tire of that." Bucky grins at that, nostalgia a glint in his eye.

"True." he mutters, standing and giving you a polite nod. "I'll see you in the morning."

You tell him goodnight and starts to head to the door before stopping and turning around halfway. He reaches over and flicks on a lamp that is sitting on a side table near you and then heads to the door, flipping off the much too bright overhead light. The lamp is the perfect amount of dim light for you to see, but not hurting your eyes. You shoot an appreciative smile at his back as he shuts the door to the study behind him.

Your head is whirling. Casual conversation with Bucky beyond the little squad of him, Steve, and Sam, is not something that you have seen often. He's nice, you observe, and quite laid back. Maybe this mission won't be as awkward as you fear it to be.

The sun is not yet up when you rise. The sound of birds chirping outside eases you into consciousness before your alarm can go off. Flipping over you press the screen of your tablet to see you have another half an hour before you planned to be awake. You're wide awake now, though, so you sit up and pull your legs into a crossed position and begin your morning meditation a little early.

You've been meditating for years. It's the only way you have found that truly helps you stay relaxed and control your powers, which is a difficult feat on its own. Being here has taken a toll on you lately, so you've practically tucked away your powers completely. When you were on your own, you used them constantly, figuring to make the best of a bad situation. Now, living with so many others, it feels wrong, like you're constantly being watched.

There's a knock at the door, and your eyes snap open. You get up and open the door to find Steve Rogers standing there.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I was up."

"Good. Can we talk?" He looks past you, indicating he must want you to invite him in. You step back, unblocking the doorway from him. He comes in and sits at an armchair you have in the corner of your room. You sit back on your bed cross-legged and watch as he twiddles his thumbs a little before finally looking at you.

"No one knows what you can do," he says, his voice careful. "I'm sure that was obvious after Sam's outburst the other day."

Did they inject Captain America with mind reading powers too?

"Why not?"

"[y/n], you're powerful. You may be one of the most powerful people we have ever had under this roof. I know and Tony knows, but since we did not know the true nature of your powers, we did not want to make assumptions and try to explain something we don't understand."

"So you're saying if I want people to know who I am, it's up to me to talk about that."

A part of you is relieved. The stories of you usually cause people to fear you, and that is not something you like. Another part of you is filled with anxiety that the bullet is still sitting in the chamber and you will be the one to bite it.

"Basically yes. I just wanted to talk to you about this since you are going on a mission and that might be a good topic to bring up... ya know, for partner trust."

"Understood, Cap."

"Uh, yeah. Good."

There's a moment of silence.

"I see what Bucky says about you being a mother now." you chuckle.

"He said what?" Steve raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. The strange tension in the room breaks and you are relieved.

"Just that you have to wake him up for school."

"It was his words not mine, then." Steve laughs and stands up. "Good luck, [y/n]. Watch out for my pal too."

"Definitely."

Steve leaves. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, a testament to the new conversation that has been added to your list of things to do on this mission. At least you have something to talk about on the plane now, you suppose.

Sometimes you wish you could fly. Or were just strong and skilled like Natasha. Or had something, anything other than the mess of powers that you have. It would be easier that way. Fewer people would leave out of fear or misunderstanding. Maybe you would have real friends.

Maybe that's why you accepted the Avenger's offer. You have been racking your brain endlessly for the past few weeks trying to figure out why you wanted to be here so bad. Being solo was so much simpler, so much fewer rules. Yet, when Tony Stark showed up at your crummy apartment door, you decided on the spot that you were in. For someone that tends to overthink everything, you sure made that decision fast.

There is a community of other people here that have rough backstories, misunderstood abilities, the weight of the world on their shoulders. A part of you just needed some sort of connection.

You place the last of your packed clothes into your duffel bag and zip it up. Wheels up in an hour and a half. You slip on a pair of black leggings and a green short sleeve roll sleeve top. Topping the outfit off with your usual combat boots and tying your hair up in a bun, you look in the mirror, satisfied, and throw the bag over your shoulder.

Bucky's room is nearly on the other side of the complex. He's next to Steve's room, unsurprisingly. You walk over and stand outside his door, your hand hovering in the air as you debate whether to knock or not.

Was he joking yesterday about needing to be woken up?

Fuck, you really should have confirmed that.

You drop your hand and press your ear to the door, listening for any sort of movement. Silence.

"Screw it," you mutter to yourself, and you knock.

It's quiet at first, but a few moments later you hear rustling and the sound of someone groaning.

The door opens suddenly and you jump back in surprise. There stands Bucky, hair disheveled and matted on the side, eyes droopy and sleep fresh on his breath. Shirtless... very shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin cotton pajama pants hanging low on his hips. Your eyes snap back up to his face, your face red that you totally just let your eyes wander down his entire body.

"'m up" he slurs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Uh huh," you nod, noticing some parallel straight lines practically carved into his forehead... someone fell asleep with his metal arm on his head. You restrain yourself from making any jokes and step back again to put some distance between the two of you. "Wheels up in an hour."

further updates can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18701557/chapters/44353861

#bucky x reader #ao3 #no endgame spoilers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #james barnes #imagine #fanfiction #friends to lovers #pre infinity war #everything was happy and okay

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dreamgloe · 5 years

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22 with seokjinie please? 💗💗

prompt: long distance / 22 (this prompt list here)

words: 2.68K

warnings: fluff, tears, light implied sexual content

notes: lord i literally wrote most of this today and i’m s o f t for one kim seokjin who’s idea of a romantic date is eating his weight in black pork with his girlfriend and being cheesy af. also i tried to edit so excuse any slipped mistakes.

tags: @sjtual (hope you love bebe xoxo)

“I’m so, so sorry, babe,” you heard your boyfriend say through your earbuds. His image on screen was a little grainy with your horrible wi-fi connection and old MacBook Pro.

“It’s fine, Seokjin. You don’t have to keep apologizing. I get it,” you said smiling, trying your best to assure your boyfriend that you are indeed ‘fine.’ It wasn’t his fault schedule changed at the last minute. Of course, you were still sad that you couldn’t spend one of the designated days of the year to be a complete, hopelessly romantic idiot with the man that you loved.

“But seriously, honey, I’m sorry we have to spend Valentine’s Day over skype. We were supposed to head down to Jeju tomorrow… All that black pork…uneaten,” he said, looking away and clutching his heart. You couldn’t help but laugh with your whole body. He always knew how to make you smile.

“Another time,” you said despite the fact that you were really looking forward to spending some time alone with Seokjin. The last thing wanted was for him to feel sad.

“You have the food, right?” he asked. Yes, you had the food….when you texted him that it had arrived. He ordered from your favorite restaurant down the street and had it delivered. You picked up the takeout bag from the ground and put it on the table in front of you so that Seokjin could see.

He picked up his bag, the emblem being that of your absolute favorite restaurant in Seoul, one that you’d often go to together. It made you smile and you really felt that even though the two of you were separated, that the two of you were close. You had made the trip up to Seoul a few weeks ago when he had a small break in his schedule but the two of you spent most of the time either at the dorm or in his apartment. It wasn’t as though he spent a lot of time in the villa he purchased for himself when you weren’t around but he claimed it was nice to have for “alone time.” It was sparsely decorated but homey and great for when you wanted peace and quiet with Seokjin. However, you had always been more than welcome at the dorm, the kids always vying for your attention.

“Noona, did you see that kill?” Jungkook would shout over his shoulder while playing Overwatch. Taehyung and him then argue about who was actually ahead.

You could tell from the background that Jin had made his way over to his own place for privacy because in the dorms he still shared a room with Yoongi.

“It’s like we eating together,” he said earnestly, starting to unbag everything. He had obviously had been hankering for pork, the container you pulled out of your bag…well, you’d have leftovers for a few days. “This is so much pork, Seokjin,” you said, “How am I supposed to eat all of it?”

He looked mildly offended. “No lady of mine backs down from pork. She takes the challenge head on and wins,” he said, with a look of seriousness that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at. He was always cooking for you and making sure that you were eating enough. It was never usually a problem because you loved to eat. You’d sometimes tease him, saying “Yes, halmeoni, I’ll eat more.” He’d huff a little to continue the joke but you were certain there was a little pride in there too.

“So how is everyone?” you ask, “Staying out of trouble?” You opened the container, grabbed your metal chopsticks and quickly dipped the pork into the soy bean paste before shoving a whole piece into your mouth. You groaned a little. “So good. How’s yours?”

Seokjin was in the middle of digging in as well and his smile beamed brightly the moment he took a bite out of his. “Everyone’s fine but wish you were here to eat it with me,” he said, with his mouthful, “Our favorite.” The two of you fell into your comfortable conversation of his and your work. He asked you about your job at the TV station and you asked him about any down time he had on tour and if he got to have any good food. One of your favorite conversation topics just happened to be food.

“Cheers,” he shouted, holding up his wine class to the screen. You reached over to grab yours to the same. It wouldn’t be dinner with Seokjin without something to drink.

One of the best things about your relationship, you thought, was your ability to talk about practically nothing but still have a good time. The two of you loved to roam around and see sights, even close to home, in addition to eating your way through cities. It was only a matter of time before you felt the food baby form. Leaning back in your chair, you put your hands on your full stomach and sighed heavily.

“Me too,” your boyfriend responded, already knowing without you haven’t to say anything verbally. “Ugh, I wish you were here. I wish I was there,” he said, pouting. Your heart melted at the sight because even through skype, your boyfriend had an irresistible pout.

“I promise I’ll make plans to come up soon,” you say earnestly, “Whenever you want, whenever I can.” Part of you wants to cry. While you were hellbent on acting like everything was fine, you really missed him sometimes. Moving away to Busan had been a hard choice but Seokjin encouraged you, knowing that it would be good for your career. You didn’t plan on staying for too long, using Busan as a way to bolster your goal to be a full-fledged on-air producer.

You felt yourself moving your face even closer to the camera in your laptop, as if that would bring you closer to him. He did the same, leaning in closer to the camera, kissing the air at you and causing you to giggle.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he said, waving it off, “We’ll make your next visit work out no matter what,” he said, “Don’t stress.” He said this while waiting his arounds like he was stressed. You felt a few tears prickle at your eyes, hoping they wouldn’t show up on the poor visual connection of your skype.

“Sorry, you have to deal with my schedules all the time,” he said, pausing before chucking, “Don’t know how you put up with me…it’s just for my looks, isn’t it?” He said, the mock offense all over his face.

You laughed so hard that a few tears ended up falling. “Yeah, I’m only dating you for your looks, Worldwide Handsome,” you said, a hit of a scoff in your voice. He winked at you, his upturned lips opening to show his pearly smile. With the slightest gesture, he could make you feel like an idiot crushing school girl all over again.

Feeling your cheeks heat up a little, you shifted back to the topic at hand, “If I deal with your schedule, I get to put up with you,” you said, the biggest smile on your face and your voice starting to crack, “I consider myself very lucky.” The thought didn’t help the verge of your tears and finally, you had to do something about them. You tried to pull it off as stray eyelashes but your boyfriend knew better. As goofy as he was, he was incredible gentle and often claimed that for you…he was a complete mush.

“Babe,” he cooed through the laptop screen. You put your hand up to stop him, dropping it to cover your face. You hated him seeing you like this. Making him feel bad was the last thing you wanted to do. He couldn’t help his schedule and you never wanted to ask more of himself than he could give at the moment. But he was a wonderful boyfriend. He called, texted, and sent funny jokes, memes, and emojis enough for the two of you. You were just happy to have him in your life and that he loved you too. Maybe you really were a sappy, romantic, Happy Valentine’s Day, gushy-gushy, flowers-and-chocolates, stuffed animals as big as the room kind-of person.

Kim Seokjin could do that to a girl.

“I hate worrying you,” you said, “I’m fine. I just miss you and…I’m glad I have you in my life.” At this point, you stopped trying to stop the tears. They prickled gently at your cheeks and you smiled at him, trying to convey that you missed him but you were indeed fine.

“I love you, honey,” he said heavily, no ounce of of a joke on his lips or in his eyes. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Jin did what he does best.

He lightens the mood.

“Go get the box from the fridge,” he says, clapping his hands together, an eager smile on his face. He had you pick up a box from your favorite bakery. “Doing a lot of my own Valentine’s Day errands, aren’t I?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow.

“Just go and get the box,” he whined. You sigh with a smile and get up to do as he says. Taking the medium-sized box out, you brought it over to your set up. Placing it down in front so Seokjin could see, you give him a pointed look.

“You got the card I sent you?” you ask and he immediately holds in front of him so you can see…shaking it for the camera. You sent him a card a few days and told him to hold onto it since you knew you weren’t going to get to spend the day together. You promised one another not to get anything too crazy. A cake and a card with a romantic–and maybe slightly sexy–coupon book seemed reasonable.

“1, 2,…open!” your boyfriend exclaimed. On “open,” you opened the lid to what you assumed as a cake. It was and it was the cutest color of baby pink and you knew from the sprinkles that it was your favorite. In hot pink lettering, it said, “Wish I was there. Xoxo Jin.” The classic funfetti flavor from your favorite bakery in Seoul, which just opened a storefront in Busan, not far from your office. You had picked it up one the way home from work, per Seokjin’s request.

“Seokjinie…” you said, your eyes big and your tears threatening to fall again. He opened yours, pulling out the stapled booklet you had made him. Each page was handmade and customized. He held it up too, laughing with his whole face, like he always does.

“Don’t spend it all in one place, honey,” you said, chuckling and wiping away your tears.

“Too late,” he said with a mischievous wink. He flipped through and started to list a few. “Hmmm….one back massage….one spa or hot springs date…one ice cream date…one…..Y/N…you dirty girl….” You felt your face heat up. You never felt particularly risque or sexy by yourself but your boyfriend had a knack for bringing out all your facets.

“I will for sure be splurging,” he said, holding the book to his chest for a moment before gingerly placing it on the table next to him. It was easy just to stare at him through the screen but it was even easier to wish you were looking at the real thing, touching the real thing. You’d give anything to grab his cheeks and kiss him breathless. You also wish that you could talk into the wee hours. However, it was getting close to midnight and according to the schedule he sent you, he had an early start tomorrow.

“I don’t want to cut our date short, sweetheart, but you have a 7:00 AM call time tomorrow…” you said, a frown for sure on your face. His face mirrored yours and he nodded solemnly.

“I love youuuuu,” he whined, leaning the side of his face into his hand.

“I love you too,” you said, “Call me tomorrow when you are on break.” You blow him a kiss and he one ups you with a ‘flying kiss.’ You giggled because your boyfriend was cutest and he knew it.

“Will do,” he said with a small wave. You were the one to disconnect the call because you knew if you didn’t do it then, it would happen. Just sitting there, staring at him is almost enough for you.

The rest of the night was slow moving, but Jin texted you a few times before he fell asleep. And with an emoji depicting a sleeping RJ with hearts, you knew he was done for the night. You texted him a few emojis before crawling into your bed and eventually falling asleep.

It felt like only a few hours that you had been asleep when you heard a knock at your door. You looked at your phone, it was 8:00 AM. Wow, that was some food baby, you thought to yourself. You pulled on some sweatpants because it was cold out and made your way to the front door. You couldn’t see anything through your door camera so when you opened the door to see your boyfriend standing there, huffing and puffing, you were startled.

“Jin…” you trailed off. What? How was he here?

He quickly pulled the coupon book out of his pocket. “I’ve come here to collect,” he said, that big stupid grin on his face.

“First of all, what are you doing here? Second of all, calm down and come inside.” You opened the door to let him in and he didn’t even bother to take his shoes off.

“My…schedule was cancelled early this morning so I hopped…on to the first train to Busan,” he said, doing the best he could catch his breath. You saw two suitcases in his hands.

“What in the hell, Seokjin!!!” you said, not being able to believe him.

“Kiss first, please. Anger later,” he said, still out of breath and a little needy. You sigh with a ‘fine’ and grab him by the collar of his coat, planting a firm kiss to his lips. God, you missed that. You gave him a second, softer one for good measure. After pulling away, your face was back to its previous state.

“You should have called,” you said.

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” he said, “I felt so bad about before—” You stopped him in his words with another kiss. This time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself sink into the feeling of being in front of him again.

“You are too sweet for my heart to handle,” you said against his mouth, not bearing the idea of pulling away from him.

“I would love to stay here and keep you here to myself all day but we have a ferry to catch in an hour….I never cancelled our plans.” he said. You groaned and he gingerly hands you one of the suitcases. “For you?” he said slash asked. You took the suitcase and dragged him by his hand to your room. On the way, you gave him a few orders. Five pairs of socks, five bras, five pairs of underwear. While you honestly didn’t trust him doing any of your packing, you’d rather him pack the skimpiest underwear you have instead of anything you’d actually be wearing out in public.

The two of you managed to get a bag packed and were out the door in less than 30 minutes.

“Jin?”

“What?” he said from in front of you.

“Don’t forget this,” you said, grabbing the coupon book he left on the small ledge by your door. You held it out to him and he took it but not before giving you another kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And with that, the two of you were off.

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midnightsdarkangel · 5 years

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The Woes of Duality (6/?)

Summary: Patton always sees the good in everyone, even in someone such as Deceit. But while he slowly helps the dark sides to see the good in people, something else is changing, and not for the better

Notes: SLAM DUNKS IN. Im so sorry this took forever to update, especially with the cliffhanger i left off on chapter 5 wopes! The good news is chapter 7 is underway and being written so hopefully I wont leave you all waiting so long next time (i h o p e) The only warning this chapter is small mentions of body horror but very mild.

Now, on with the story~!

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“Ow! Logan, I can't be sitting around here we need to- Gah!”

Virgil whined, struggling in Logan's grip. It was only a while ago that Logan and Roman had come into the living room with the curiosity of all the shouting and banging, only to panic at the sight of Virgil laying on the floor groaning in pain. He kept mumbling under his breath about Patton but had no energy to sit up as his arms would cave in under the weight of his body, bruises formed at his arms and neck. Roman was the first to rush into action; gently lifting Virgil up he carried him to the nearest sofa that wasn't damaged in the crossfire.

Logan bit his lip,trying to focus on helping Virgil, but he was getting frustrated with how much the anxious side was moving about. Every two seconds he would stand up ready to run away but with little to no strength completely forgetting that Logan was trying to help in the first place, yet it was fairly easy for Logan to tug him back down. Roman was sitting beside the two looking panicked; Virgil wasn't making any sense and they had no what happened to Patton or where he was. The only thing that was coherent from Virgil was that Patton was in deep trouble and something about shadows, but he was speaking too fast for them to try and decipher. His eyes moving around frantically in fear frustrated that they wouldn't let him go.

“Virgil please, I cannot tend to your wounds if you move around so frequently. Take a deep breath and then tell us what the matter is.”

Logan sternly commanded, grabbing his shoulders firmly and turning Virgil around to face him. Prompting him to breathe in and out with him in hopes that Virgil would calm down. It took a few turns before Virgil's shoulders finally slouched in defeat as he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion.

“Im sorry….I’m just so worried for Patton.” He mumbled in short breaths.

“You still have not told us what happened to him-ah! In full detail I mean Virgil, we could not make sense of your ramblings earlier on.”

Virgil huffed at that and crossed his arms, hissing in pain as Logan gently wrapped a bandage around his left arm. There were some scrapes as well that had bled a bit. Logan knew it was more effective to treat those as well, even if they were minor to the rest since he did not want Virgil to potentially get an infection. Virgil was silently watching Logan focus before speaking up as he sighed and took a deep breath;

“Ok so-”

But before Virgil could explain, the door to the living room was thrusted open with a force that startled the others into bracing themselves for action. Roman was already standing up, stumbling for balance as he grabbed his sword in defense. Logan had stood up immediately in front of Virgil for protection if it happened to be the shadows back again for more. Virgil had fallen off of the sofa in shock but quickly peered over the edge only to frown when he saw who bursted in.

“I mean harm!”

Deceit.

“No ok that sounded wrong-”

Roman had gasped in offense over Deceits declaration and was now posed with confidence to strike the dark side down. However Logan and Virgil knew very well Deceit was lying per the norm and had meant to say he meant no harm to the others, but with the timing and how he shouted it with such intensity really the situation almost comical if it weren't for pressing matters.

“Roman n- Roman he’s lying, put your sword away.”

Virgil grumbled rubbing his eyes as he stood up only to wobble slightly and have to grip to the edge of the sofa for support as he glared at Deceit. Roman was reluctant, but he did as he was told and withdrew his sword from the side,putting it back in its sheath. However he made sure to stroll straight over to Virgil and Logan, not trusting Deceit for a split second as he tapped his foot impatiently;

“Can someone PLEASE tell me what's going on here? Why is HE here?”

Virgil lifted a hand to Roman motioning to him to be quiet for a second as he took a deep breath; he looked to Deceit with a cautious glare but knew the other side at this point did care for Patton that if he was here alone, something bad happened. That meant telling the other two however��.

“Patton's been...going to the darksiders mindscape for a while now, Patton wanted to get closer with Deceit so he went behind our backs. But because he was in there for too long, its started to mess with his mind and that's what caused him to lash out at me today.”

He flinched a bit at Romans sudden inhale of breath, even Logan did a double take at Virgil, looking now at him and Deceit skeptically.

“And where IS Patton now?”

That was Deceits turn to now speak up as they all looked to him expectantly. His body lowering in regret, feeling ashamed. Virgil however could pick up that Deceit had the same wounds he did, if not maybe worse from how he wobbled sometimes in one spot. That put a pit in Virgil's stomach, Patton must’ve lost it again….

“He wasn't taken by the beast that dwells below the mindscapes floors. I didn't fight back, There was no point...”

Suddenly he saw the anxious side dart over to him grabbing him by the shoulders, ignoring his own injuries and looked up at Deceit with a frantic look that mirrored how he felt inside as he gulped silently watching the panic rise in Virgil's form; “N-No, you’re lying right now...No No- when was this!? We have to get him out of there right now!”

Logan noticed Virgil's breathing pick up significantly as he quickly came up to the two of them, placing a hand on Virgil's that gripped Deceits cloak ferociously shaking it in his grip. When Virgil let go he dropped to one knee feeling sick with fear and dread. His mind was clouding with panic as he grabbed the fabric against his chest rising up and down quicker and quicker.

Deceit looked helpless not knowing how to help him as he stood in fear of making things worse. Logan was already going down to Virgil’s side and took his hands in his and started follow the step by step breathing process. Mumbling to him he was doing a good job as Virgil whimpered feeling the tears fall pour down his face onto his lap.

When he felt Virgil could contain a consistent breathing pattern he looked up to Deceit;

“You’re going to have to explain to us what this means, I am afraid Virgil keeps the dark side hidden for rather good reasons due to his own experiences. What is the repercussions of this supposed beast taking Patton?”

Deceit shakingly nodded, glad that Logan was not shouting at him or looking at him like it was his fault. He couldn't say the same for Roman, however, as he could see the taller side slowly come up to Virgil lowering himself down to hug him from behind to keep him distracted by stroking his hair softly, yet he kept his gaze at Deceit wearily wanting to know as much as Logan what this meant for Patton.

Squeezing his hands tightly and releasing to let go some of the tension he tried his best to explain this the best way he could, he had left one of his snakes back in his room and the other was currently with Patton so he sadly couldn't speak without telling lies but he would have to try his best.

“Our mindscape works the same as yours, the place where all of Thomas’s deepest and repressed emotions go. Because there isn't so much negative energy festered in that realm, it became alive. A terrifying creature was created, below the grounds of the dark realm where a deeper level lies that no side can go in unless they don't want to lose their very minds. Anyone whose dragged under there will immediately be changed to fit the world and will be trapped there forever. The very walls breathe and you’re always being watched by the very beast that roams the lower parts of the realm where there is sense of reason and rhyme.”

He swallowed nervously letting that first sink in watching the two other sides look almost disturbed and frightened by these news;

“Wait a moment, the dark side’s mindscape is a living breathing monster?!”

Roman looked up, a sudden fear now washing over him at the very thought but he looked down to see Virgil tug at Logan and Roman. He had calmed down a bit but his body was still shaking;

“He’s right... There's two levels to that world. T-The one above is where Deceit and the other sides reside, but below is nothing but a dark sea of corruption and repressed memories that Thomas wanted to lock up forever. If Patton's been dragged down there, he’s at the core of all of it, they won't let him go...not until they’ve changed him completely.” His knuckles whitened at how hard he had his hands clenched against Logan’s; “That's what the realm does, it hunts on prey that enters its realm that doesn't belong there...it will follow you, corrupt you ever so slowly until your ready to be dragged down...I didn't tell any of you because there was always a fear that you guys might’ve went in there in hopes to stop that thing….But Patton he-”

“He didn't go in there for me.”

Deceit continued looking weary and tired. His heart aching over how he could let this happen, the ghost of Patton's lingering touch still haunted him. How his hands felt so perfect in place with Deceits. The shadow of a faint warmth on his lips from when the two kissed. God he loved Patton, he missed him so much that he didn't care that he ran straight to the light sides realm in hopes they would save Patton. Just thinking of how alone Patton was right now with those monsters tugged his heart painfully.

No side before had been corrupted, or well not when Deceit first opened his eyes to this realm. The dark sides were different, when one would be created they just laid, soaking wet on the glass floor as if they submerged from the very waters themselves, they would know in that moment exactly what their role was and where to go. For awhile they would not have a corporal body, Deceit remembered when he woke up to see he was indistinguishable apart from the scales that littered his face. And yet that felt completely normal to him. Until the day Thomas’s learnt of his existence did he start to slowly see his real body, the cloak that wrapped around his body, his hair that tufted above his face, he suddenly had an identity he was not aware he even had…

Not all the sides however were as lucky as he was; he had learnt rather fast after that point that no one could see their true forms until they were brought into the ‘light’. How poetic. Yet...A light side to turn into a darkside was still something he had not witnessed, but the implications unnerved him deeply. Shaking his head he looked to them urgently;

“Please...I don't want you guys to come with me.”

Roman made a noise of hesitation but saw that Virgil was already standing up trying to compose himself along with Logan who thought for a moment but nodded; “If Patton truly is in the core of all those negative feelings, there's no doubt this is also the cause of Thomas’s destructive tendencies, and if this was to carry on, there's no doubt we’ll be putting the whole system in danger.”

With a nod from the three of them, eager to go into the darkside. They all looked to Roman who looked flustered by the whole situation but took a deep breath and adopted his heroic persona.

“Well. What are we waiting for? Lead the way.”

Drip….

Drip…

“Mmn…?”

Patton mumbled opening his eyes, everything felt...heavy around him. His face was pressed against the floor as he could barely feel the energy to sit up. Still drifting in and out of consciousness,Patton slowly tilted his head around to see where on earth he was. He remembered the shadows taking him and everything becoming a blur when that monster grabbed him-

Oh god he was taken.

Patton tried to sit up but felt his body fight against his struggles as he fell back down on the floor with a small splash. Staring at the ceiling he could see he was in a small room covered in the same black substance the shadows inherited, it was running from the ceiling pouring down like a waterfall, and yet it would never flood the place. His body was drenched in the inky matter however, the back of his head washed in it as he couldn't help but feel….calm.

Like maybe this was not bad…

He fell asleep once more…

….

The second time he woke up,he noticed he was no longer on the floor but rather was now in a rather large cushioned throne. A long table stretched out in front of him with chairs such as his own, all of them had name tags engraved on the top of each of them. From a quick glance, he noticed these were the names of all the dark-siders that dwelled in this mindscape. However they did not sit there, the shadows of monsters did, each looking right at Patton. Some had eyes that completely covered their entire bodies, blinking in unison; some only had mouths that grinned with delight. Some were covered completely in darkness with no distinguishable traits.

“Hello Patton.”

“We’re so glad you’re awake!”

They exclaimed happily, their voices all overlapped each others in a collective hive-mind that it was difficult to pinpoint which was speaking to him individually. Patton grumbled rubbing his eyes tiredly wearily looking at them;

“Whats...going on…?”

They all started to chuckle to themselves.

“You’re finally here, In the depths of the darkscape.”

“Your new home.”

“Anything you want can happen here Patton, as long as you stay here forever with us.”

“All you gotta do is think of it and it’ll happen!”

“Ummm ok….I guess I’d like a blanket really, it's rather cold in here-”

Before he could finish his sentence the inky substance formed in his lap taking on the shape of the blanket he had wished for; it felt warm to touch and was incredibly soft and Patton couldn't help but beam with a new found excitement as he quickly looked at the table. It was awfully empty, that couldn't do…With a concentrated thought, he managed to summon a table cloth that was colourful and patterned with spots to cover the table, on top was plates of sweets and cakes that he had enjoyed himself.

“Wow! This is amazing!”

The shadows looked content with Patton's joy;

“In your room whatever you want can happen, and we will be here if you ever need us.”

Patton hadn't really paid any attention as he hopped up from the chair and traced his hand on the table grabbing some sweets humming to himself as he took a bite melting with delight over how good they were. He wasn't even sure what he was so upset about earlier, this room was perfect! Heck he couldn't even remember anything outside of this place… However, when he happily walked around inspecting the room, he looked back to his chair with a frown; on the top of the chair was the name ‘morality’. With a small thought he was able to get the name scratched out as he clapped his hands together with a satisfied grin. There was no need for that title anymore, not here anyway.

Heck, he was bored with what he was wearing as well! With a snap of his fingers the shadows pooled around his feet and started to cover him as he closed his eyes content letting himself be changed by the darkness.

It was time for a change.

Deceit had managed to lead the others safely through the dark realm to the same hallway Patton had been taken away. Virgil was walking beside Deceit keeping up with his pace, feeling himself almost rush with impatience; Logan was just behind,keeping close to them looking around the area feeling a air of unease just from being there… And Roman lingered behind as protection if anyone decided to catch them from behind, his sword was ready and drawn, marching onwards making sure to keep an eye of everything around him expect for what was behind him. The rule was that everyone had to cling onto each other with Deceit as the lead- that way if one of them did turn backwards, they wouldn't be teleported back to the start and ultimately get lost from the others.

Roman faltered a bit and looked at Virgil and Deceit; “When you say Patton’s changed...how drastic are we talking here, if we find him will he even want to come back with us?” He asked feeling bad for feeling them both look suddenly ashamed and tense, but he just couldn't...wrap his head around the idea that Patton, the softest of all of them, was influenced by the darkscape. Heck, when Patton had told the others he didn't care about Thomas’s situation so casually as if there was nothing wrong had made him feel sick to the core. It was wrong...He was certain as well from the glances at Logan that he also felt unsettled and worried. They all wanted to get Patton back as soon as possible, but there was this underlying fear that Patton might turn around and say he liked this place better due to his mind being corrupted. What if they were too late and Patton never saw them with the same kindness and love he used to radiate- No...It didn't matter, he just wanted his friend back. It was clear that the others felt the way as Deceit clenched his fist tightly with a strong resolve in his eyes looking forward;

“When we find him, he’ll be completely the same and will most likely come willingly with us...but we don’t need to try. For Patton. He wouldn't do the same for any of us…..or me.” He muttered that last part under his breath but it made Romans’ view on the dark side soften considerably that Patton had managed to touch his heart like he did with the other. Deceit was right as well, Patton would drop everything despite the risks for any of them without question, he loved them all unconditionally that thinking of a life without him by their side felt….empty.

“Patton is strong, I know that no matter what hardships we might face down there, we will do it together and bring him back safe and sound.”

Logan spoke up now, he had kept silent throughout the conversation but the way his eyes lit up with a form of hope, knowing that he also had a deep appreciation and respect for the moral side was comforting for everyone to know they were on the same page. Virgil couldn't help but feel himself relax and smile softly at the others with a fond appreciation. If he had gone on his own he didn’t think he’d stand much of a chance to save Patton but with everyone here….

He felt like they could do anything.

It took them awhile till they finally arrived Deceit as made a small ‘ah’ noise as he crossed his arms puzzled.

“What's wrong?”

Virgil asked looking around confused as Deceit pointed at the floor in front of him. “That wasn't broken the last time I was here.”

The gaping hole that Deceit had managed to jump across when coming to find the others was nothing more now but a memory, there was no shattered glass anywhere and the floor was once again back in the state it once was before the whole mess. Walking over to the floor he gave it a small kick wondering if the floor might have still been fragile enough to break, however after a few thuds it was looking as if it would take a lot more than that to get through…

It wasn't long to notice what Deceit was trying to do as he nodded and walked over starting to kick the floor as well as hard as he could. Honestly it looked stupid what the two were doing as Roman and Logan looked to each other confused;

“Um...Virgil, why are you and Deceit banging on the floor like that?”

“This….Is…..Where….Patton...is…! We...Need...to...Break...The….Goddamn...Floor!”

Virgil grunted with each kick.

Roman, understanding what must be done rolled his sleeves up and tried to punch the floor as strong as he could, the floor vibrating a tiny bit upon the pressure but nothing that as noteworthy as a crack appeared. So the three of them tried to sync their attempts together, the water under the floor splashed and shook at the vibrations. Logan was worried that their attempts might’ve been attracting unwanted behavior as he kept seeing things swim from underneath them, their shadows passing fast yet would circle around where they kept banging.

“Wait. I don't have an idea.”

Deceit sprinted ahead to his room.

When he came back Virgil looked bemused and slightly impressed at what Deceit was dragging behind him.

“Dude, where did you get that sledgehammer from?”

“I don’t keep weapons in my room as a precaution.”

He grunted as he lifted the hammer up and started to slam it against the floor which vibrated the ground underneath them, this of course wasn't going by unnoticed as some of the shadows started to peer from the walls, their heads sticking out in curiosity. Roman was more than ready to attack them but...they just stared, if anything some of them looked amused? Deceit and Virgil weren't paying attention to them however as they kept banging away at the floor, a small crack appearing as it seemed to be working.

Roman was just staring at one of the shadows that had only eyes apparent on their body as they just stared back with a small glint in their eyes;

“Will you be joining us soon Roman?”

“Stop that. I doubt you’d find much use for him anyway.”

A voice came from behind him as Roman yelped in alarm not expecting someone else to actually show up as he pointed his sword up at the stranger. However with the blade pointed firmly at the intruders next, they merely sighed and looked offended at such an action as they pressed their finger on the top of the blade and gently lifting it down. “I'm here to see what the commotion is, let's not get into a fight shall we?”

Logan had taken interest as well as he quickly tugged Deceit who looked up in caution and was already lifting his sledgehammer ready to swing it full force at whoever it was, but the moment he had lifted it in the air, the figure had already withdrawn their own sword from the inky abyss of their body towards the hammer. Deceit’s breath hitched as he got a good look at the figure before them as he sighed and lowered the hammer;

“What do you want Pride? We’re not busy.”

“Clearly. Banging on the floor with a hammer and your fists is certainly something that wouldn't draw anyone's attention at this point, I would be saying could you knock it off but i'm aware of Patton's situation.”

Pride muttered in distaste at the thought; “To think, the leviathan itself would take Patton itself, Morality certainly is an interesting one.”

“I don't mean to interrupt this chat…”

Logan coughed ,getting the attention of both dark sides.They turned to the intellectual side who was looking rather skeptical and confused towards Pride. “Deceit how do you know this is another side, they look exactly the same as the other shadows in this realm.”

Pride fake gasped holding a hand to their chest; “Now, that's not how to treat an ally, now is it Logic?”

Virgil huffed, still kicking at the ground to make the gap bigger.

“Logan, whatever Thomas sees, we see. Because Deceit appeared in front of Thomas, he adopted an appearance. Pride technically can see themself in a reflection and for them they’re perfectly normal, but because Thomas hasn't discovered them yet, they have to take the form of one of the shadows here.”

Pride nodded but crossed their arms in a bit of a huff; “Yes but don't be mistaken, the shadows here are not their own separate identities, they are all a collective hive mind of the dark realms subconsciousness. I’d rather die than be associated to those parasites.”

It was...quite a lot for one day Logan had to admit with all the information but it made sense, the shadows that surrounded them all seemed to move in unison, even if some had different features to their inky vessels. No doubt it was the mindscapes way of monitoring what was happening. It was unnerving however to see it so complacent with their attempts to break in...maybe it was all just a game to them, or something more sinister….

CRACK…

The floor began to splinter and crack as Pride hummed taking a step back. “Do get Patton back will you? Someone has to clean that kitchen up for me.” They waved nonchalantly as Roman looked up at them skeptically, something was really rubbing him off about them…Pride had noticed Romans disdain and couldn't help but hum in amusement as he gave Roman a thumbs up;

“I’ll be seeing you soon Roman. By the way, nice sword, too bad its not as good as mine”

“Ok now see here you little sh-”

SMASH

The floor broke way beneath them as they all fell into the deep depths of the water, their senses submerged completely as the reflection of Pride waving at them from above was soon a blurr leaving them in total darkness.

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