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The Sheets [KTH]

⟶ The Sheets [Taehyung x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: FWB | Idol Au | Smut ⟶ Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smoking, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, light choking, oral (f), biting, breast play, the condom is somewhere…, scratching, etc. ⟶ WC: 6.8k+ ⟶ Summary: On your night out with the gals you get hit up by the one and only, Kim Taehyung, who’s been eyeing all of your Instagram stories. It’s no shocker that he attempts to get you back to his place once you finally decide to leave the club because this isn’t your first rodeo with the determined and insanely hot, fuckboy. ⟶ Teaser: ““Move…” his palms grip your waist, “please, Y/n.”” ⟶ Beta: thank you so much to @kookdiaries and @jeonjcngkook for taking the time to beta! I really appreciate it so much! ⟶ Author’s Note: Yeah, I’m frustrated with Taehyung getting a damn Instagram. Someone please take it away from him. I said what I said. This is a lovely birthday gift (representing in #dailydaegu) in honor of the one, the only, Kim Taehyung!

Your phone rings an alert, glowing on your screen a notification from Instagram. The username taunts you, glares at you and strikes a nervous, yet exciting, fear into your body.

‘THV has sent you a message!’ Your phone reads, a deep sigh leaves your mouth.

“Impatient,” you say to yourself. It takes you a few seconds to muster up the courage to open the notification, what’s the worst that can happen?

You stare dumbfounded by the video message you see pop up within your message thread between you and the infamous fuckboy, Taehyung. His face pops up with him experimenting with another filter that applies a massive grainy texture over his video. Taehyung moves the camera around while flexing odd facial gestures. A semi-grown out beard and mustache, accompanied by the lack of clothing surrounding his neck and shoulders. Purposely exposing the top-half of his torso, protruding clavicles emphasizing shadows from the skin that sinks around them.

It’s hazardous.

You’ve grown accustomed to his random, out of the blue, photos and videos from time to time. Knowing very well he does it out of boredom or creativity, it’s just hard for you to pinpoint which is when.

He seems delighted with the filter, toying with the angles and zoom of his phone until he finally speaks after a content hum.

“Don’t leave me hanging!” He says with a pleased smile, even squinting his eyes at you before the video ends.

You’re already stepping out of your cab when you type up a response message, making sure to give the driver a warm ‘thank you’ before walking closer to the quiet and luxurious villa location. You’ve been here only a handful of times, a few friendly gatherings and a lot more nightly visits. Each time always feels like the first, always shocked at the size and having the general knowledge of several A-class celebrities being very close neighbors to this location. The idea of running into one of your faves always raises the goose pimples on your skin.

‘I’m here,’ you respond with punctuation and the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings erratically. The frigid chill of the cold air instantly makes you huddle your arms closer to your body, wrapping your coat tighter around your frame as your poor legs remain exposed to the nipping temperatures.

“It’s freezing out here. There’s even snow on the ground,” you add to the text.

You wait for his reply as you pace around in place, chuckling at yourself as you reminisce about the events earlier in the night which landed you here, in front of the entrance to Taehyung’s apartment building, in the freezing cold.

You were out enjoying a great gal’s night right before the year ends. Seeing as the majority of everyone is typically busy with holiday activities, tonight just so happens to be the only night that made most sense to meet up.

A few colorful cocktails and some rambunctious dancing later, you realize that several Instagram stories later you gain the attention of the fuckboy fling you once had – or still have? It’s an on and off scenario and you don’t think too deep into the situation. Generally, most people aren’t supposed to ‘think’ with a friend with benefits situation but we probably know one too many people who cannot keep that expectation. Knowing that he’s a famous celebrity and you’re just an average person working on her career goals, you most definitely do not think of this more than just a dick appointment.

A hot dick appointment.

Taehyung had commented on one of the last stories on your Instagram reel, one particularly showing off more of your body than the activities around you. And that, perhaps, was a terrible mistake by you.

From there, playful banter and suggestive sweet-talking persisted. His texts turning more dangerous by the fleeting minutes, his curiosity getting the better of him while shooting his shot in hopes to get something out of the conversation. And well…

A ping alerts your ears and brings you back to the present. You immediately open up the message, reading the words ‘buzzing you in.’ Shortly after, a low humming tone vibrates besides a keypad besides the entrance way into the property.

With fervor, you speed walk your way through the gates and into the comfort of the heated lobby. You mind no business to any strangers in your way, maneuvering yourself to the closest elevator and rushing inside.

Racing thoughts flood your mind as the elevator remains silent besides your heavy breathes. You feel your heart beginning to beat more prominent than usual, pounding inside your body the higher the floor number increases. Your half-intoxicated state fuels your ambitions, the wild drive that builds up inside your body is ready to take the wheel and steer you straight into Taehyung’s bed.

How thee Kim Taehyung manages to drag you away from hanging with your best set of girlfriends to walking up to his front door will forever be a mystery to you. It must be that unruly hold he somehow has over your thoughts and actions. How unfair he, as a whole human being, is to your sanity and health. The way the majority of all your encounters have only been filled with intensity, so thick that you can cut it with a knife.

Yet, you willingly always take up the opportunity whenever he calls.

You actually cannot come up with a solid excuse for him. You cannot pinpoint a reason even if he is under your testing microscope. It’s not like neither one of you have trouble getting laid. There’s a handful of contacts in your phone you can hit up, and no doubt Taehyung’s is triple that. Somehow the two of you just… click. It’s been working so far, and you don’t at all mind finding yourself tucked inside the sheets of his bed after a rambunctious night with him.

Before your fist can make contact with the hefty wooden door that leads straight into Taehyung’s home, the door swings open. Taehyung is already prepared to greet you with a cheeky smirk on his facial-haired face and with no shirt on. A small tail of smoke leaks out between his lips, and that’s when you notice the black juul one of his hands holds. The first glance of him takes you by storm, nearly knocking out all the air in your lungs as you take him in.

It pisses you off how effortlessly easy it is for him to just look that fine. To get under your skin that easily with just his appearance. And he knows that he gets away with it, that in the end he wins with his charms and unwarranted advantages.

Pretty privilege is what they call it.

What’s even worse is that, yes, even though Taehyung is your classic A-type fuckboy, he’s actually not even a bad guy. He’s sweet and honest, tells you straight up and doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to talking. His purpose isn’t to get others hurt but his agenda may end up harming the wrong ones. That’s why Taehyung keeps his distance, doesn’t want to commit to anything, acts like he doesn’t care, occasionally does stupid things, but relies on the women he manages to shag.

Like you.

His arms cross over his torso, a slight flex to the muscles around his shoulders and biceps causes your eyes to flicker over them. Taehyung leans against the door frame as he eyes you down, cocking his eyebrow. Grey sweatpants hang dangerously low on the bones of his hips, giving you a solid view of a slight indent of where – you know – his dick rests.

“I hate you,” are the first words out of your mouth as you laugh with a scoff.

You step forward, only to be blocked by Taehyung stepping in front of you.

“Be nice,” he speaks in a frisky tone.

“I don’t have to be here, you know,” you remind him. “I’ll leave,” you turn your feet on the spot. Ready to go right back into the elevator.

Taehyung's hands shoot forward, grabbing your elbows and preventing you from walking away. He laughs as you exhale a breath of annoyance, face coming close to yours as he presses your body softly against the wall.

“What’s gotten you so fiery for? Someone hungry? Because I've already made her food. Plus you look so cold. Won’t you let me help warm you up a bit? It’s the least I can do, Y/n.” Taehyung continues to maintain that mischievous timbre, a whole tease. He smiles when you smile and turn away from his gaze, eyeing the inside of his apartment through the crack of his door.

A cute decorated white Christmas tree stands tall in the back corner, glowing lights flicker around it with a small pet bed set up near the bottom. You can see his dog, Yeontan, unbothered and curled up inside of it. Smooth jazz playing in the background.

“I am cold,” you state matter-of factually, “and you act like you don’t get any pussy.”

Taehyung hums into your ear, a small audible giggle escaping his nose. “I don’t get yours enough,” he states calmly as he leans closer to the skin of your neck, nuzzling his face in the crack while sliding his arms around your frame. His newly found whiskers pricker at your neck the moment he places a small kiss to it, warm breath fans out of his nose.

He ushers you inside, chasing your mouth with his as he blindly guides you to the nearest piece of furniture as the door clicks closed behind the two of you. Your miniature strapped purse drops to the floor with a thud, Taehyung’s hands roaming under the flaps of your jacket to your shoulders and down your arms, allowing the heavy fabric to fall off your body.

“I remember this dress,” he mutters between kisses. It’s messy by your tongues swiveling together and teeth accidentally clinking against another. The back of your body comes in contact with a cool tile which happens to be the countertop to the island cutting his kitchen off from the living area. “You wore it the first time we met.”

“I don’t even remember that much,” you laugh as your hands touch his golden smooth skin.

You skim over his triceps, feeling the dips of his collar bones and running your fingers up his neck. You grip the sides of his head, controlling the way he tilts his head while you push your tongue back into his mouth.

Taehyung wastes no time with lifting the skirt of your dress higher up your legs, palms seeking the thicker meat of your thighs and searing heat onto your skin. His hands feel hot, gripping harshly at your legs as if he’s kneading dough. Only occasionally does he sneak himself closer to the apex of your thighs, using his knuckles to brush against your panties innocently.

“I never got to fuck you in it though,” he smiles a wolfish grin. His eyes glint with something naughty behind them, his dark brown iris’ covering his sexual desires far too well.

He twists your body around, using the table as leverage to bend you forward. Numerous items scatter or fall off the surface, your hands shoot up to grip the other end and anchor yourself still. His arms trap you in and with nowhere else to go, Taehyung uses his pelvis to press harshly into your backside.

Your laugh comes out in a form of excitement, feeling the cool surface kiss your cheek as you lay your head down. You purposely push back against him, challenging him with your spitefulness.

With a purr you speak back to him, “because I was fucking Mark back then. I wasn’t looking to fuck you at his party.”

Taehyung pushes himself firmer against you, more abruptly and sharply, to make a point. The movement makes your knees clank against the cupboards below. The power behind his sudden thrust turns you on further, the promising dick growing harder under his pants presses stiff against your backside.

“You should have picked me earlier then,” he emphasizes with another shove.

Each time he rails himself to your backside, even with clothes fully – well, now partly – on, it stirs your insides up. The act itself is so thrilling and hot, stimulating all of your carnal feelings. You can’t feel it yet, but you’re sure your cunt is dripping with your arousal inside your panties.

Taehyung raises your dress over the round of your butt cheeks, uncovering your lower half for his view. His finger trails the fabric of your thong, letting it snap back to your skin when he pulls away.

“Is that my ramyeon over there?” your head nudges toward the other counter, seeing a bowl set aside with two chopsticks on top of it.

A slap from Taehyung’s bare hand lands itself right onto your left ass cheek. It makes you jolt and inwardly shutter your breath.

“Yes,” he confirms. “You can have it afterwards.”

You click your tongue in disapproval, but the attitude you wanted to summon becomes completely annihilated when Taehyung spanks you again. This time is harder.

Seething between your teeth, the pain bubbles over into pleasure. You glance back at Taehyung as he stares back at you with daggers in his eyes. The aggressive side of him clearly coming out to play.

He looks too hot with a pissed off look on his face. And only for a moment did it truly strike any form of terror into your body. You know he’s only pent up and sexually frustrated just like you are.

“You can have it after I fuck you,” he raises his eyebrows. “That is, if you can get out of the bed after.”

“Is that a promise?” you quip back, mirroring the same gesture with your own eyebrows.

To your surprise, Taehyung’s fingers wrap around your neck as he helps draw you up from your bent position. He squeezes only lightly, possessively, while bringing your back closer to his chest.

You turn your head, angling yourself to see his face as you search for his mouth once again. Taehyung’s free hand roams your front, cupping each of your breasts and sliding it down the length of your stomach. His legs continue to pin you against the counter, stopping you from turning.

“I’ll fuck you so hard,” he whispers. “Fuck that little cunt for all the times you’ve played hard to get.”

A pathetic moan leaves your mouth, uncontrolled and completely shameful. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks; feel the way his fingers slightly choke you as if to tell you he means what he’s saying. It’s almost embarrassing at how fast your body quakes at the thought of his cock being minutes away from touching the deepest corners of your pussy.

“Please…” you breathe.

Taehyung tugs you back with him, his feet padding against the hardwood flooring as your heels follow. Neither of you can keep your hands off another, as if you need the support of each other's bodies to get from one room to another. It’s a fit of giggles, pushing and shoving with exhilaration while accidentally bumping into various objects on your way through the door to his bedroom.

It’s hard to navigate in the darkness when Taehyung sends you face first into the room, almost stumbling over the corner of a rug from not picking your feet up in time. You snip back at him, seeing his silhouette from the lighting coming from the doorframe.

“Don’t need to be so pushy,” you stand firm.

“Take the dress off,” his voice is low, daunting even. He stalks towards you, the darkness covering his front the more he comes closer, “and get on the bed.”

His fingers find their way to the back of your dress to the zipper, toying with the piece before pulling it down.

“Mmm, yes sir,” you speak with a condescending tone. You raise your arms up for Taehyung to assist in slipping off your dress, revealing your undergarments. “Anything else you’d like me to do?”

Taehyung shakes his head, an airy laugh coming from his lips. His large palms grip the sides of your waist, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of his bed. With a push, your body plops down into his sheets.

“I’m glad you’re so talkative tonight,” he smirks, grabbing the straps of your thong and yanking them down your legs. “Must mean you’re going to be vocal for me.”

He slots himself between your legs, shifting you upward on the bed before leaning down to kiss you again. Deliberately, he presses his clothed hard-on against your cunt. The pressure makes you moan out in pleasure as his lips capture yours; your arousal leaving a damped patch on the outside of his sweats.

Taehyung ruts against you, dry humping into your body to make you crave him even more. Adding friction to most sensitive areas. His teeth capture your bottom lip, pulling it out before releasing it back. His plump lips kiss every inch of your jaw, down the column of your neck, and toward your cleavage.

It’s fast paced, nothing sweet and innocent about the way his determination drives him into a hungry animal. He pulls aside the cups of your bra rather pugnacious, not caring if it pinches your skin as he searches for the clasp in the back. Taehyung’s mouth parts, open and wet kisses littering your chest. His tongue dances circles around each nipple, sucking hard on them before moving downward.

You're smiling from the mixtures of pain and pleasure, and how eager Taehyung seems to be to get to the act. But the fire building up inside your body makes you feel more anticipation for his body in yours. Once he disposes of the annoying garment, his mouth roams freely to your entire chest.

“Shit, Tae!” You call out the second you feel two of his fingers flicking over your clit. They part your labia aside, exposing your entire pussy to the air. The sensation is already buzzing through your nerves like electricity rushing through wires.

He dips his head between your thighs, tongue running down the length of your inner thigh. His stubble softly scratches from the way he bushes closer to your nether region, a new feeling you haven’t necessarily felt coming from him before.

“You feel so wet already,” he states with glee, “I don’t think I even need to work you open for me.”

You can’t see, but you’re positive there is a lopsided grin plastered across his handsome face right now and the image itself makes you want to slap it right off of him.

“I like the foreplay,” you roll your eyes. “The teasing shit, playful whatnots.”

“And that’s all we do, isn’t it?” His chest vibrates with laughter.

Delicately, the tips of his fingers prod at the ringed muscle into your cunt. It’s intricate and torturous all at the same time. Taehyung reads your body like a clock, the second your legs become to wiggle out of irritation and lack of friction he dives right in.

His tongue lays flat against your clit, pushing it side to side against the little nub. He hums approval after the mewlish noise that escapes your mouth and how you buck into his face. His face buries against your most sensitive bits, you can even feel the presence of his teeth. The light scrape against your pussy makes you fear his bite, but also scarily excites you for the possibility.

Taehyung’s arms wrap around each of your thighs, pinning your hips down on the mattress as he makes out with your cunt. Licking up every inch and tasting your delicious flavor.

You clench every time the tip of his wet muscle rushes over your entrance, a natural reaction to foreign things infiltrating your velvety walls. The plush of his pillows catch your head as you toss it back, hands running down to card through his thick and disheveled hair.

He listens to the way your breathy pants become louder over time, especially when he finally sticks his tongue inside of you. He thrusts it in slowly, feeling every corner of your opening as your body tries sucking him in.

Unaware, Taehyung begins grinding his hips into his bed to add some sort of contact to his cock. The lack of physical touch eats away at the back of his mind, screaming at him to stick it inside of you.

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” he bites the inside of your thigh, changing the pace.

His hands are rushing to shove down his sweats and briefs, releasing his hefty cock. He cannot help but to immediately grab a fist full of himself, jerking his cock to please his body.

“Let me ride you,” you lean up, taking his head in your hands to kiss him before he rejects the idea.

You pull him with you up the length of the bed, maintaining the connection of your juicy lips while escorting him with your hands. By the time he’s plopping his ass down into the bed, his body laying flat, your legs straddle the sides of his hips.

The darkness may be blinding you, given there’s very few light sources giving a tiny bit of sight, but you’re still able to feel the length and thickness of Taehyung’s cock below you as you sit on his lap. Taehyung’s hands roam your ass, squeezing at the flesh of your cheeks when you center yourself over him. Using the underside of his gifted shaft, you press your cunt onto him, using his dick as guidance as you run yourself up and down.

Your arousal coats his cock so disgustingly, it’s tempting for him to rail you raw right now. Even with a few drinks in both of your systems, nether one of you are that stupid to allow that to happen though.

“You feel so good,” you whisper against his lips as you roll your hips along him. Each passing thrust becomes too tempting to allow him to sink in, bare.

His palms help control your strides, adding pressure to your backside to push harder against him.

“If you keep this up I'll end up cumming,” he groans the moment your cunt runs over the underside of his tip.

You lean to the side near his end table, pulling out the top drawer to pat your hand around the space inside. As you slide forward, Taehyung sucks in one of your nipples as his hands grasp your sides. The motion positions your cunt in the perfect place, right above the tip of his cock, where your stringy arousal still clings to him.

After recklessly shoving your hand through several unidentified objects in his drawer, you finally find the box that contains the foils you’re seeking. Hastily you take one, spilling the others on the ground while you frantically take the item between your teeth, ready to rip it open.

The pressure of his cockhead kissing right at your entrance has the two of you halting all actions. You feel Taehyung stiffening underneath you while you swallow thickly, the tension of just sinking even a mere inch down on him would be so undeniably heavenly and tasty. But taboo all at the same time.

Involuntarily, your pussy clenches. He can feel it on his tip, where he responds back with the tightening of his abdomen and flexing of his cock. You nose against his cheek, breath panting as all your nerve endings yell at you.

It’s a waiting game, if either one of you moves for it you’re not sure if the other will reciprocate.

Taehyung tilts his head closer to yours, his mouth scraping the side of your jaw. His voice is low, pained with resistance, as if he’s fighting off the fluttering naughty thoughts in his head.

But he’s failing miserably.

“Move…” his palms grip your waist, “please, Y/n.”

You lay your forehead against his shoulder as you descend agonizingly slowly, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing up against your hole. Finally, the most blissful ‘pop’ happens when his head slips in drastically from all the straining.

Your walls hug the inch he submerges inside of you, so rigorously, it makes this intimate moment feel ten times more deep. A disgruntled moan catches in his throat as your mouth whimpers simultaneously.

It’s dirtier knowing the two of you are without a condom for the first time, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact. Taehyung’s hips slowly scoot higher, nosediving his cockhead deeper through your walls.

The tension adds fuel to the heat radiating within you, intensity stressing your nerves. But, God, does the feeling of slumping yourself fully into the seat of Taehyung’s lap feel nothing short of ecstasy.

“Just for a little bit,” he whispers desperately, trying to fight his lustful wishes.

He fills you up, your clit smooching his pelvic bone as you get speared on top of his cock. Sitting straight up feels like a chore, knowing the angle will make the feeling tighter. Lucky you, Taehyung seems content with your hunched over position as he takes the lead with the first, sharp, thrust up into you.

You choke out a sob of delight, dropping the foil out of your mouth and onto his chest.

Your cunt sucks him in so securely, squeezing him like life depending on it. Taehyung tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the deep groan he exhales.

“My fuckin’ God,” he curses. His hips snap up into you yet again, forcing your body to bounce on him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your hands grip his shoulders to anchor yourself, a pitiful sob coming out from your mouth as you attempt to muffle your own voice into his neck.

“Yeah, just like that,” you gulp.

In a blink of an eye, Taehyung manages to scoop you from above him to underneath him in one swift movement. His arms caging you in before propping himself up, using the new position to his advantage.

“This is dangerous,” he states. Contrary to his words, his hips still stutter as he slowly rolls into you.

You know he’s enjoying it too much. Just like you are.

Taehyung reaches over to click the lamp on, giving the room a warm light for the first time since you’ve entered. He looks down at you below him, his eyes blown out and hair tousled every which way. He glances at the way you modestly cover up your chest, not meaning to be pushing your breasts up together to please him – but the sight still satisfies him.

“Just put the condom on, it’s all good,” you admit. Your eyes scan over the sheets until you find the dainty package, taking it between two fingers to hold up to him.

“Yeah, yeah I should,” he laughs.

Taehyung draws back momentarily; the disappearance of his nestled cock already being missed by your pussy. He takes the package, rips it apart and sinks the rubber around his dick after discarding the foil to the side.

“Do you want me to keep the light off?” Taehyung questions as he takes your legs in his palms. He guides you to turn and takes place right behind you on the bed. His fingers glide over the curves of your body, dancing down your side until he’s able to reach the back of your knee. A sigh leaves his body, his lips attaching to your shoulder, “or can I fuck you in the light and watch your body squirm for me?”

You giggle, stretching your head to the side to expose your neck for him. You move accordingly, assisting with helping him get into the spooning position.

“We can keep it on,” you coo, “as long as you get me off. Because my body is aching right now.”

The feeling of Taehyung’s cock navigating between your backside eventually finds its home right when you need it the most. By him tilting your hips forward, your pussy exposes perfectly for him to slip himself right back in.

His stretch feels so deadly, colossal, that even the second reinsertion has you gasping into the covers. Taehyung searches for your face, lips speaking into your skin as his hips jerk into you with shallow movements. He pushes himself as deep as he can go given the angle he’s in, pistoning his cock against your front wall, right in the most vulnerable spot. He’s slow at first, letting your body savor the warmth and thickness of him.

“I know you like it like this,” he laughs. His cock dragging long and hard against your inner walls. “Taking you from the back like a bitch, it’s your favorite position isn’t it?”

You laugh with him, knowing he is absolutely right. You groan as he sinks himself further again, arching your backside with the motion. The thought of him being buried deeper appeals to you, wanting him to snug himself tightly into your cunt.

“If you bend over further, I'll be able to give you more,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

His lips kiss right behind it, peppering down the side of your neck to your shoulder as he lazily thrusts into you from behind. His one hand helps hold your hip down and controls the way you wiggle from him while his other arm helps prop him off the bed. He moans as he stares down between the two of you, admiring the way the top of your asscheeks look and how his cock disappears from view when he pushes inside of you.

“Fuck, Tae!” you breathe with an open mouth, your head lolling into the pillow. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Absentmindedly, you draw your hand down between your legs, fingers slipping around your wet lips to seek your clit. The need for pleasure makes your body act more desperately and on its own accord, and once you begin circling your fingertip around the small bundle of nerves your entire body shivers from the tingling sensations that add to your impending orgasm.

Your body bends to give Taehyung more access behind you, calling out to him to fuck you more.

Harder.

“Yes!” you whine. Your body jolts with the extra inches in your cunt being stretched.

Taehyung’s hand shifts over yours, grasping your wrist and yanking it away. He tsks you while his entire hand blocks you from getting to your clit. Cuffing your mount while driving his dick roughly in.

“Seriously?!” you spat out with aggravation.

“You told me to get you off,” he laughs at your dedication as you push back into him. “So why are you rubbing yourself?”

You groan out in anger, “because I was close!”

Suddenly, Taehyung is rolling you to your stomach quickly, his body pinning you down. He shoves your face into his pillow while hoisting your hips up from the bed. The fast way he maneuvers around, you end up finding yourself slanting forward with pillows underneath your hips in a blink of an eye.

There’s an airy and egotistical claim weaved through his voice when he speaks to you next. You’d give everything to see the way his face looks when he growls out the words, “If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be from my balls slapping into your cunt as I take you from the back. Then i’m going to continuing fucking you through it, not stopping even when you’re spent. Now spread your legs for me.”

Thank heavens the surface below you is soft from the mattress, because the way his legs split your thighs open has your knees cramming down into the bed. If it were to be the hardwood flooring, you would end up with some real nasty bruises on your body.

His touch controls the way your body needs to be placed, cock slipping between your folds once again as he plunges in harshly. With one palm pushing down on the center of your back, he bends you down as he drills his cock into you.

The pillows muffle your louder moans, nearly choking out to catch your breath. The faster Taehyung goes, the more your noises draw out. Even the headboard above you begins tapping roughly against the wall that stands behind it, knocking in a rhythmic pace.

His cock grazes over your gspot far too many times in the matter of seconds, edging you closer and closer to that tasteful orgasm. Each time he bottoms out, slapping his hips into your ass and sinking his entire length into your accepting pussy, his sack strikes right onto your clit. The sting pushes your nerves to the extreme. Leaving you a whining mess under him the moment your climax comes crashing into you, shaking your body uncontrollably.

Your hands had reached back, gripping onto the sides of his thighs as he continued to roll into your cunt. Sobs leave your mouth as your body begs to collapse, to relax, but Taehyung refuses to let you.

Instead his hand pushes your back down harder, trying to give him the optimal angle to completely obliterate your cunt as he chases his own high.

“Tae!” you cry out, your nails digging into his sink to soften the blows from behind. It’s far too blissful and you’re not sure if your poor pussy is begging for him to stop or to continue.

“You like that? Huh?” you hear him over the sounds of him smacking into you. “Love the way you're trying to stop yourself from more pleasure. Love how your cunt is weeping for my cock to fill you.”

“Oh, God!” you crane your neck. “Yes! Yes, yes!”

There’s no way to be able to see him from this limited spot, but you watch his shadow on the wall. Even the way the light paints him still makes Taehyung look sexy, the way his lithe body snaps fast and hard into your submissive one. Your back is beginning to pinch uncomfortably as you hold onto Taehyung’s legs for dear life.

His delicious audible vocals begin to sound rugged, uneven. Before you know it, Taehyung slinks himself out to yank off the condom and begins to ferociously jerk his cock. He rests it on top of your ass as globs of white and hot cum spurt from his tip, landing sporadically across your back. He grunts; it sounds like he’s been suffering for ages to release his load.

“F-Fuckin’ shit,” he slows the speed of his fist, making sure to milk each drop out on your skin.

Finally, you’re allowed to let your knees give away from underneath you. Tiredly, with the little strength you have left, you pull away all the pillows from below you. Laying completely flat on your stomach never has felt better than right now.

Both you and Taehyung’s breaths can be heard, trying to calm down the excitement in each other’s bodies. He moves off of the bed and exits the room with no words, only to come back with a moistened hand towel for you. He plops beside you on the edge of the bed, sighing heavily as his body starts slowing down.

“You good?” he tilts his head, eyes scanning you.

You nod as you hum, feeling deflated and tired already from the activities. Even twisting your back to spin around has you wincing with pain.

“You went kind of harder than usual… my back actually hurts.”

Taehyung lets out a sardonic laugh, not even pitying your state and finding your complaints hilarious. “Yeah? Well you made me bleed.” He points to the outside of his thigh, revealing strong streaks that broke his skin from your nails. Small blotches of dried blood color the small wounds, surely it probably stings him like how a cat’s scratch would. “Take it as a compliment. You have a good pussy and I wanted to fuck you better than I have before. So are you going to say sorry about drawing blood or does that make up for your back hurting?”

“You’re such an ass sometimes,” you shake your head while you poke fun at him. You’re not mad, he’s just a confident and egotistical male.

Taehyung drags the hand towel over the pieces of his spilled seed on your back, cleaning up the leaked surprises. He ticks his head as if agreeing with your statement, but no words leave the pout on his mouth.

“Apology accepted,” you laugh as you hint to his humble aftercare and acceptance of his occasional ‘ass’-self.

After cleaning your backside up, he searches for his sweats to yank up his lengthy legs. He shuffles through the door, calling out to you over his shoulder, “If you want your ramyeon you can come and get it.”

Eventually you’ve made your way out of his bed, with struggle of course while properly trying to redress your body with your night outfit. You find Taehyung sitting on a stool with a piece of roasted seaweed between his lips. His eyes scan over his phone, aimlessly browsing over some sort of social media as you walk past him to the cold bowl of ramyeon. A tossup between Twitter, Weverse, or Instagram.

“You’re not really going to eat that, are you?” He questions from behind you, curiosity spiking his interests.

“I’ll reheat it in a microwave. I really don’t care, I'm just so hungry.”

You maneuver around his kitchen area like an expert, as if you’ve been here too many times – wait, you have. Upon turning to ask him if he has some sort of pain reliever medications, you catch his eyes watching your lower half. You squint at him, expecting for him to speak for being caught.

He hums as if he didn’t hear you say anything when his attention snaps back to your face. Taehyung’s eyebrows raise as he raises a questionable eyebrow.

“What?”

“Pain? Medication?” you enunciate.

Taehyung shrugs in his seat, he leans back while taking a hit from his juul. He exhales the smoke from his nostrils, phone completely abandoned.

“Did you put your underwear back on?”

So, he’s allowed to just completely avoid your questions? Some guy.

You scoff, turning your head back to the microwave that’s counting down the seconds for your food.

“I’m seriously asking,” he laughs. His hand props his head up, elbow placing on the counter as he leans forward. “They’re probably all disgusting with how dirty they got.”

“To answer your curiosity, no, I didn’t. They’re still somewhere on the floor in your room.”

The smug look across your face annoys you. Not fair how he looks so naturally pretty and handsome all at once, even whenever he’s being cheeky you find him quite adorable. You take the first slurp of noodles from your bowl; they aren’t as good as you hope but they’ll do their job with satisfying your hunger.

“I’m surprised you have your dress on, are you leaving?”

You pause your actions for a second, contemplating the choices you have.

“Well, I have nothing else to wear. And I'm not walking around naked.”

“That would have been a nice sight,” he adds. His tongue comes prodding out of his mouth, licking his lips wet.

“Are you really flirting with me right now? After having just fucked me?” You criticize, dumbfounded at him.

Taehyung stands up from his seat, paddles his way around to your side of the island to step close to you. You try to not let his proximity affect your eating, minding him no business and not giving into the attention.

His knuckle runs along the length of your arm all the way down to your elbow. When you don’t budge, he takes more drastic measures. Taehyung makes comfort behind you, latching his body against you as his chin rests on your shoulder.

You give him a sound of warning, protesting his sudden movements.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you grumble with noodles in your mouth.

Taehyung groans with displeasure, his cheek pressing against yours. “Hurry up, Y/n,” – his hands grip the hem of your dress, raising it up your body – “I want to fuck you again.”

You argue back as you shove another mouthful of ramyeon in your mouth, “You can wait. Plus the condoms are in your room, so you really need to wait.”

To spite him, you push yourself back onto him.

His grip tightens when his hands rest on your waist, controlling your hips as he takes the reins and pulls you back onto him a few times. Replicating the motion of how his body feels when he thrusts into you… minus the presence of his cock inside of you.

“Then I guess we need to make our way back into my room for round two…”

fantastic moodboard made by @/jeonjcngkook! <3

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Hello! Can you write anything for Barbatos in Obey Me, since his birthday event is live? It's okay if not, I just figured it couldn't hurt to ask? Hope you're doing well!

Thanks for the idea! I wasn't sure if you wanted anything fluffy or smutty so I decided to do a fluffy story with a smutty bonus. <3 This is one of the first times I'm writing (publicly) for Barbatos so I hope I did him justice because he is PRECIOUS. Also I haven't finished the event yet so sorry if anything in here is contrary to that.

TW: Nothing for the SFW part, except maybe slight angst with a happy ending. :) GN!Reader (the smut is AFAB Reader)

“Good morning, MC!” the booming voice of the demon prince Diavolo echoed throughout the corridor as you walked to your classroom.

“Good morning, Dia! How are you today?” You responded, stifling a yawn from another late night gaming session with Leviathan. Doing a double-take, you could see the often esteemed demon looked a little unruly, his red hair slightly sticking up in the back and a few buttons undone on his uniform. “Uh...you okay this morning?”

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“Is it that obvious? I apologize MC, as my intentions were not completely innocent. I’m trying to rely less on Barbatos this week, as his birthday is coming up soon and well...I guess it’s not going as well as I originally planned.”

Your hand flew to your face. “His birthday is coming up?! We need to celebrate it. Diavolo, can you call a student council meeting so we can plan something? Make sure not to let Barbatos know and we’ll brainstorm!”

He nodded in agreement and pulled out his D.D.D to text Lucifer and the others. You walked to class, nearly running into Barbatos.

“Apologies, MC. Are you alright? You seem out of sorts.” His voice was tinged with worry. You plastered a bright grin and shook your head.

“I’m fine! Great actually! Just heading to class!” Your voice was uncharacteristically cheery and he fixed a concerned look at you.

“Are you quite sure? If the House of Lamentation is causing you any distress, you are welcome to join the young master for dinner tonight –” You cut him off with a shake of your head.

“Actually Barbatos, I’m swamped with stuff so I’ll have to turn that invite down. And I think Diavolo said something about meeting with Lucifer so he’ll probably be busy anyway.” You turned to leave, desperate to leave the conversation as his eyes seemed to stare into your soul.

“The young master didn’t tell me he had meetings today.” He pulled out his D.D.D and frowned at the screen. “Hm, it seems you’re correct. I apologize for doubting you MC. Would you like me to walk you to class?”

You shook your head again, practically sprinting away. “No thanks! I got it, bye!” you yelled as you ran to your classroom, fighting a smile. Time to get planning.

The rest of the day was a blur of excitement and secrecy. You knew from your conversation earlier that Barbatos was beginning to get suspicious, but you also knew it would be so worth it to see the look on his face when all of you surprised him. You had just finished up your emergency meeting when you opened the door to see Barbatos standing in the corridor.

“I was not informed you were having a student council meeting today.” He said with a raised eyebrow. You turned to see if anyone would help you out but they all seemed preoccupied with each other, and you forced a grin.

“Oh, uh, it wasn’t really a meeting. Just kind of hanging out and stuff…”, your voice trailed off and you tugged on Asmo’s sleeve.

“Ah, Barbatos! You’re looking so youthful today!” He reached to pinch the butler’s cheek, who swiftly dodged Asmo’s grip.

“It seems you are keeping something from me, MC.” Barbatos’ eyes flashed with something, not anger but sadness? Disappointment maybe? You had no time to dwell on it before Lucifer bowed his head.

“I apologize Barbatos, but I must take my brothers and MC back to the House of Lamentation. Have a good night.” He turned and you were swept away with the rest of the brothers. You heard Simeon mumble something akin to a goodbye and him, Luke, and Solomon were also off, leaving Diavolo with the butler.

“Young Master, if I didn’t know any better, I would believe you and the others are avoiding me.” Barbatos’ voice tinged with concern.

“Nonsense! Let’s go.” Diavolo said, a little too brightly. Barbatos bowed slightly.

“Of course. I shall get started on dinner. Do you have a preference for anything tonight?”

Diavolo inhaled sharply.

“No need! I will actually be joining the others for dinner. Please stay at the castle and relax for the night.” His voice was pleasant but also clearly an order. Barbatos cleared his throat.

“As you wish, young master.”

----

Your D.D.D buzzed with a text from Simeon.

“Would you like any more cakes?”

You groaned, your belly full from sweets. Planning Barbatos’ birthday was going well, but it seems with no duties to perform since Diavolo was often at the House of Lamentation, he had taken to stress baking. Every one of you had been showered in extra cakes, cookies, and other treats from the butler and it was taking a toll on all of you. Except Beel, obviously.

That wasn’t the worst of it though. Barbatos had also become shorter and snapped more at anyone who spoke to him, except for Diavolo of course. His usual sarcastic yet good-natured comments were now closer to something Satan might say.

“I’m not sure how long we can keep this up, MC.” Simeon’s next message read and you sighed.

“Just one more day and then it will all be worth it.” You tried to reassure the angel, and yourself.

You walked downstairs to breakfast where another platter layered with treats sat on the table.

“Mornin’ MC.” Mammon mumbled from the table. “Barbatos sent more of these this morning. Ya would think he’d be nice with a plate of sweets and yet, he’s still a –”

“Mammon’s just mad because Barbatos asked if he lost a bet or if he willingly chose to dress like that.” Levi snickered, and Mammon tossed a cookie at the otaku’s head.

“Oi! Why are we even throwin’ him a party, he’s ungrateful!” Mammon scowled and you rubbed your temples. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

“Barbatos is obviously under stress with the secrecy. He’s done quite a lot for every one of you.” His voice was even and domineering.

“Of course. You know Lucifer, it’s quite big of you to feel that way even after Barbatos compared you to a mother hen.” Satan said wryly, his grin hidden by his teacup.

Lucifer’s eyes flashed dangerously and you put your hand out. “Okay! Calm down everyone. I’ll talk to Barbatos.”

After breakfast, you headed to the demon lord’s castle and let yourself in. You walked into the kitchen after following the sound of clattering pans and light swearing.

“Barbatos? Are you okay?”

The butler looked up, flour dusting his face and uniform. There was frosting on his cheek and his hair was disheveled.

“Of course! Do you need something MC, or have you come to poke your head into my business for no other reason besides your own amusement?” He snapped, yanking open the oven and slamming another tray inside. You winced at his words but steadied yourself.

“Look I know you’re stressed…” You began and he cut you off.

“Stressed? There is no reason for me to be stressed. The young master has not required my services for days and you have all decided to stay far away from the castle. There is no reason to stress when I finally have some freedom.” His voice betrayed his words and you reached out, resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Wait...Barbatos are you...lonely?”

Barbatos was silent and without thinking, you pulled him in an embrace.

“Barbatos! I’m so sorry you feel left out. That was never our intention!” You felt his body go slack before he tentatively wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I have been so out of sorts lately MC. As difficult as it is to admit, it seems I may have felt somewhat unneeded by the young master and the rest of you. I am quite devoted to the prince and it is only my natural inclination to care for you and the others as well.” His voice was soft, the edge dissipating.

You pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. “Barbatos, can you please trust me? Just for a little bit longer? I promise it will all make sense soon.”

His brow slightly furrowed and you bit your lip to hide how adorable he looked.

“For you MC, I will attempt to ‘relax’ as the young master suggests.”

You patted his hair affectionately and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Now, do you want a bit of help cleaning up?”

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The next day you were in a frenzy. Levi had pulled his computer to the ballroom, as he was in charge of the music. Belphie was sleepily swatting away Beel’s hand from the food table and Asmo and Mammon were bickering over the banner they were hanging. Diavolo clasped his hands together in delight from where he was standing with Lucifer.

“This looks wonderful! He will be extremely pleased!”

Simeon and Luke walked in, carrying a large cake with Solomon a few steps behind.

“We’ve got the cake! I finished decorating it just in time!” Luke said cheerily as they placed it on the buffet table and Beel looked at it longingly. Satan and Belphie steered the redhead away from the table quickly and Solomon turned to you.

“I have sent a message to Barbatos to meet us here. He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Places everyone!” You yelled and the group hid...as well as 8 large demons, two angels and two humans could.

“Solomon?” The butler called out, switching on the lights.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you all cried out. Luke and Simeon ran towards him, placing a colorful party hat on his head.

“A party?” Barbatos scanned the room, taking in all the details. His eyes rested on yours. “I must say, I am extremely touched by the effort you have all taken for me.”

Diavolo clapped him on the back, smiling widely.

“Barbatos, you have never been anything but loyal to all of us in the Devildom and we wanted to show you how much you mean to all of us. However, I must credit MC as the mastermind of this plan so to speak.”

Barbatos turned to you, and you could see a slight blush dusting his face.

“MC...I am truly honored. You have made my birthday one of the most special days in my life. And I thank you...for everything.” The last bit was whispered so only you could hear him and you smiled.

He turned back towards the group. “Thank you all. I apologize for my behavior the past week. I realized, I consider all of you my friends and you are all quite important to me.”

Mammon opened his mouth to say something and Lucifer shot him a look before he could speak.

“No need to apologize, Barbatos. Now, I suggest we continue the celebrations.”

Levi turned on the music and you grinned as the party continued.

NSFW BONUS (TW: slight dom Barb, gagging, slight bdsm aspects but nothing too intense, AFAB!Reader)

“MC, I must thank you again for this lovely soiree.” Barbatos said quietly. The two of you were the only ones still awake, and you were picking up plates and cups to clean up after the celebrations. You placed the dishes in the sink and wiped your hands on the dish towel. Turning around, you realized you were face to face with the jade-haired demon.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the party, Barbatos. Though I never gave you your gift.” You smirked. He cocked his head.

“I assumed the celebration was your gift. You’ve already done so much for me MC.” He responded and you giggled.

“Well...I wanted to give you something a little more...intimate.”

He inhaled sharply and you took this time to push him against the counter. His hand rested on your lower back and you pressed your lips to his. He tasted sweet and his grip tightened around you. You let out a soft moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hungrily.

Spinning you around so you were pressed against the countertop he smirked into your kiss.

“As it is my birthday, I believe I should be the one to unwrap my present. Wouldn’t you agree, darling?”

You nodded and he lifted you onto the countertop, pressing warm wet kisses to your neck. His gloved hands unbuttoned your shirt and grazed over your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine. Pressing himself between your legs, you could feel his growing erection against his pants and you ran your hands down his front in an attempt to feel more of him. He pushed your hands away, and you let out an impatient whine.

“Patience darling. I would like to take my time and fully enjoy this gift.” His voice was teasing and pushed you back. Running his hands under your skirt, he grazed your aroused cunt and chuckled quietly.

“Making quite the mess, aren’t you, love? You must have been waiting for me.” He pushed finger into you and your face burned as you knew you were covering his gloves with your arousal. Still, you couldn’t help but clench around him, desperate for anything he was willing to give you. His thumb grazed your swollen clit and you pressed your hand to your mouth in an attempt to hide your moans. He brought his other hand down swiftly on your breast and you yelped.

“I want to hear all of your lovely noises. Let me hear how much you desire this. After all, you did have me feeling so neglected these past few days. It is the least you could do, darling. Or do I have to hold you down and punish you?” The split tendrils of his tail wrapped around your wrists pinning you in place and you could feel yourself squeeze around his fingers, which had gone back to teasing your hole. Panting, you shook your head.

“P-please Barbatos, I need you.” Your voice was breathy and filled with desire. Barbatos pressed another finger inside you, and your body stretched to accommodate. His other hand circled your breast, tugging at the hardened peaks of your nipples, almost painfully. He was enjoying you as his plaything and you winced as he pulled out of you. He pulled off his white gloves, now covered in your slick and balled it up before shoving the material in your mouth. You could taste yourself on the soft material, tangy and tart and you could feel drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Barbatos surveyed the sight in front of him. You, the beautiful exchange student at his mercy, begging for him to use your body for his pleasure.

Undoing his pants, he pressed himself against you, his cock grazing the outside of your cunt. You knew better than to try and grind on him, though you were shaking in anticipation. Still, you held still, waiting.

“How obedient, MC.” He licked his lips before plunging himself into you. You squealed around the gag in your mouth and he slid agonizingly slow inside you. You could feel every ridge of his cock press against your tight walls and your body sucked him in deep. He pushed into you again and again, his hands holding your hips and rocking you on his cock.

“Such a needy little human, aren’t you? Your body is practically milking every drop out of me.” His voice was steady, though you could see the sheen of sweat on his brow as he fucked into you faster. His tail gripped your wrists tighter and you knew you would have marks on them in the morning. Spit spilled down your chin as you moaned around the glove in your mouth and you could feel his sharp nails digging into the skin of your hips.

With each thrust he seemed to go deeper, hitting every spot in you that made you see stars. And yet, he was relentless. The normally prim and proper butler was precise in his actions though you could feel his thrusts becoming more frantic.

Your body tensed around him, and you screamed, grateful for the gag in your mouth as you knew you would be heard throughout the castle. Tears spilled from your eyes and you felt yourself gush around his cock. Your body arched off the cold countertop and you were sure if not for him holding you down, you would fly off the surface.

His nails embedded into your flesh and he let out a groan as he slammed himself deep inside you. His cock pulsed and you felt him release, the sticky fluids filling you and dripping down the swell of your ass, covering the countertop. Panting, he pressed a kiss to your tear streaked face and gently worked the glove out of your mouth, before placing it aside. He helped you up, and you rested your forehead to his as you tried to catch your breath.

He rubbed at the sore spots on your wrists, pulling out his softening cock from you and once he was sure you were stable, turning to pull a rag and clean you up, whispering soft praises into your skin. Your fingers intertwined with his and you held him close, kissing him on the lips.

“Happy Birthday.”

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guessimwritingficsagain · 3 years

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To been seen, part Four (Frankie Morales x Reader)

Summary : You get a text. You freak out.

Author’s note : I am very very soft for Frankie.

Also, I have a few days off and I thought I have been really self-indulgent so : the cheese gift really happened to me (best birthday ever, he got me a Mont d'Or because he knew I had planned on eating one with my best friend to celebrate), the Edward Scissorchands movie thing really happened to me, and the "date" with the grandma too. In France, the Opera is often showed in movie theaters. When I was a teenager, I thought it was quite the event, though. So I got invited. Next thing we saw together with that guy was the movie Black Swan and I made sure someone was tagged along.

The holidays came and went in a blur of laughter, hot chocolate was big sweaters. You were happy. And Jessie was happy too. January came, and went, too. Everything was slow. So you watched the movie you’d bought, and a bunch of others too.

February was over before you knew it, and when March warmed up the air, you found yourself, one morning, looking at the screen of your phone like the message would disappear if you blinked. You turned your eyes to the cupboard that contained the empty box of chocolate that sat there, hidden from the sniggering remarks of Linda, and looked back at the screen. The text message was still there. You put the phone down, abruptly, fingers tingling and burning and went to get a glass of water. Your eyes landed on the bottle of wine, still unopened, and you almost spilled your drink. You went back to your phone in a hurry, opened the chat you shared with your friends and sent

Who the fuck gave Francisco fucking Morales my phone number ?????

You waited, breathing hard, hoping anyone would answer. Nothing came, not right away. Phone on the table again, you slumped on the couch, nervous breakdown on its way. You couldn’t do it, there was no way you could do that, you couldn’t, that would kill you, you wouldn’t survive this.

Time floated for a while, up until your phone vibrated and you jumped. You’d been so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed everyone had answer, Anna, Jessie and Linda with a simple « not me » but James …

James had sent a

Go get some

And an eggplant emoji.

James, then.

Okay.

You were fine. You could answer a text. You knew the drill, by now. You knew how to pretend you were not freaking out every time Frankie did something unexpected and kind, like that time he offered you chocolate and a bottle of wine for Christmas. You had coping mechanisms, now, to hide the fact you had a doctorate in yearning.

You’d replayed the Christmas Scene so many times in your head you sometimes thought you made it up, but the reminders were there, in your flat.

You’re replaying it now.

You’re getting out of your car, with ten minutes to spare before work starts. It’s almost six. You spot Frankie’s truck on the parking lot and you’re a bit surprised but mostly delighted, even more so when you see the man himself jogging towards you. It takes you a minute to see he’s holding presents. By the time he gets to you, you’re confused. He smiles a breathy hello before handing you what he’s got in his hands. You stare at the neatly wrapped packages for a bit, like the dumbass you are, unable to put two and two together. Maybe it’s for Clara ?

It must be for Clara.

You take them. Say thank you. And Frankie answers :

« Open them. »

Your braincells must have left the building like God in Supernatural, gone off to do the Macarena dance somewhere very far away because all you can answer is what and you know you sound like a dumbass and you feel like one too.

The lack of reaction is getting to Frankie, you can tell, because he’s rubbing the back of his neck and you feel bad that he’s embarrassed so you say :

« You got me presents ? »

Well, except you don’t really say it. More squeal it. Or shriek it. You’re not sure. It feels like a repeat of that moment a boy you’d liked but never made a move on offered you fucking cheese on your birthday and was all embarrassed about it and you didn’t know what to do or say because his birthday had been a few days before yours and you didn’t get him anything.

You add, for good measure, because why the hell not :

« But I didn’t get you anything. »

Like maybe he’s going to take them back, or maybe the moment is going to rewind except you don’t want it to rewind because Frankie has gifts for you, just for you.

Maybe he got something for Jessie and Anna, too ? You wonder. And Linda. You know he goes there to buy books. Maybe he showed up and got her some stuff. Not books, you hope. Stupid to buy books to a bookseller.

All of this goes through your mind and in the meanwhile Frankie’s waiting and when you finally put your bag down on the hood of your car to carefully open the first present, your body finally moving, you don’t miss the sigh of relief that escapes Frankie. It’s a box of chocolate, a fancy one at that. You recognize the brand. You hold it for a while, before you set it down with your bag and say thank you in a voice that’s way too small. You open the second one, then. Wine. White wine. Wine that you actually love. Your favorite. You wonder how he knows that.

You’re holding the bottle the way he’s holding his breath : tight. You lift your eyes to meet his and you can tell he’s embarrassed and a bit blushing. He rearranges the cap on his head and announces :

« Merry Christmas. »

You say it back, smile so big your cheeks hurt because Frankie got you presents for Christmas. You put the bottle with the rest of your stuff and then, on a whim, you throw yourself at him for a hug. He closes his arms around you, and one hand comes up right between your shoulder-blades, his thumb just here, sitting on the back of your neck, skin against skin and maybe you’re dead and in heaven right now.

You stay like this way too long and at some point you mumble against his shoulder that you really didn’t get him anything.

« It’s fine », he answers as he lets go, hands squeezing your side briefly.

You get into work late.

And now, you got a text. You opened it, read it again.

Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could take it to the next level. After all, you’d became closer to the boys over the last two months. Santi could have sent you that text, right ? That text didn’t have the word date in it. Maybe you were friends now. Frankie’d gotten you Christmas presents, after all.

So you read the words again, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you sent a yeah, sure, I’m in !

Your eyes went over his message once again, just to make sure the words would be burnt into your brain.

Hey, it’s Frankie. I know Friday’s your day off this week. I got two tickets to that new Marvel movie and one with your name on it. You in ?

You could spend two hours in a dark room with Francisco Morales right next to you. No problem. None at all.

———

He’d picked a screening that ended around seven. Your mind supplied just in time for dinner, and you kicked the two remaining braincells you had. You’d decided to drive there separately and were now sitting next to each other, you explaining the Marvel timeline and him listening intently. You were a nerd, but, him, not as much. You didn’t try to think too hard about the fact that he was doing this for you, because he was not as much into comics or movies as you were.

The whole thing was pleasant and relaxed.

This was not a date, you reminded yourself.

You got dinner after that, dissecting the movie as you ate - nothing fancy, but it was nice. The conversation shifted, at some point.

« Yeah, I get what you mean : movies are not the place to make a move. Especially when there’s a hot guy on the screen. I mean, what chance do you get when you’re watching a movie and Oscar Isaac is right there ? » Frankie laughed.

You nodded, getting another sip of your drink, and, as an afterthought, added :

« You know, Santi kinda looks like Oscar Isaac … »

Frankie grunted :

« Never, ever, tell him that. »

You promised you wouldn’t. After that, the two of you told each other stories about your worst dates, and you remembered :

« You know, when I was younger, before I met James, I hung out with a bunch of guys. I was like, fourteen, and they were sort of … beginning to understand I was a girl, you know. There was this guy, a good friend of mine, who actually told this other guy we weren’t going to see a movie. I remember, it was a special screening of Edward Scissorshands. So, my other friend never showed up and the guy told me he couldn’t make it. »

« Let me guess, the other guy told you later he thought you weren’t going ? »

You laughed.

« Yeah, basically. And then this guy I went to see the movie with invited me to a really fancy thing. It was a Wednesday afternoon, I remember. We got lunch. I didn’t pay for anything because he’d invited to come along with him and his grandma. Let me tell you : after that, I made sure to always have someone with us when he invited me somewhere. »

Frankie’s laugh was something you’d never grew tired of, you knew that.

———

Months went on, like that, with you and Frankie hanging out to see movies, and everybody showing up for Benny’s fight when you could (Jessie and you had to keep James updated, those nights, because he’d gone back to Washington after new year’s eve but wanted to know everything). Jessie had started dating a guy, at some point, and you didn’t find him that great but Will hated him.

« When are you gonna make a move ? » You asked, one evening as you were sipping beers with him at his place.

« When she doesn’t have a boyfriend dull as dishwater » He answered without missing a beat.

You knew this was the moment, then. You had two options : say nothing and let things be, or say something and get those idiots together. You thought hard, about the phrasing of your next sentence, and settled with :

« For you, she’d dump him. »

Will froze at that, just for a second, and quipped back :

« I’ll make a move when you make a move on ‘Fish. »

So that conversation was happening. You’d hoped none of the guys had noticed but obviously, at least one of them had. And you knew, by now, that his ex-wife had left him, had left Maria too. You knew he was available. You sputtered a bit and Will, kind Will, let it be. You enjoyed a nice evening with him, not once wondering why he sought you out, because Will and you didn’t hang out.

The answer came a few days later, with a simple text from Frankie.

Come over please

———

« I need you to take care of Maria », Frankie said as he opened the door. He looked really tired, like he hadn’t slept in days.

Please, he added, begging but you didn’t quite understand what he was begging for.

You complied, never stopping to think that this was the first time you saw Maria, never stopping to think about what might be possibly happening, even as Frankie went to his room, muttering apologies. It hit you when you put the girl to bed, and you remembered Frankie and the way he’d been looking at you that day, when he’d asked if they could throw a birthday party for their late friend’s daughter.

It was around that time, last year.

You walked hesitantly towards Frankie’s bedroom and stared at the white paint in it for a while. You were nervous, and actually turned around to smoke a cigarette outside, the air a bit too chilly for you, but cold enough to wake you up and give you the strength to walk to Frankie’s bedroom and knock.

So you did it.

He didn’t answer, but, feeling bold - or rather, feeling like you needed to do it - you opened the door anyway. The room was almost dark, the moonlight giving you an idea that Frankie was curled up, on his side. You put a hand on his shoulder. He put his on top of yours. You chose - you chose - to take it at a silent invitation, lifted the covers, and got, fully dressed, right next to him. Because friends do that.

———

When you woke up, he was staring at you. While your brain tried to make sense of the situation, you asked, voice heavy with sleep :

« What time is it ? »

Seven, Frankie answered. Maria’s gonna wake up soon, he added. You were too tired to say anything else, because when you’d laid down next to him you’d felt like your heart had been about to burst so you’d just listened to him, his breath steadying as he’d got to sleep. You’d finally got to sleep too, but it was too damn early for you.

Later, you’d blame what happened on your foggy brain : you snuggled closer, and Frankie let you. Then, it hit you. At that moment, right next to him, it hit you : you were not friends with him. You were pretending to be, but you were not and never would.

You couldn’t.

You wanted to wake up everyday like that, to Frankie telling you it’s seven, Maria’s gonna be awake soon. You wanted everything and friends just wouldn’t cut it.

Two things happened at once, then : you were realizing how much you liked - loved - Frankie when he gently took one of your forearm and brought it to his lips. All of the feelings hit home just as he was kissing the soft skin on your wrist and you froze.

He saw it and let go immediately, muttering apologies, while you were still processing what you felt about him. When you reached to grab him, to tell him how good that was and how wanted him to do it again, it was already too late.

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #triple frontier #Pedro Pascal x reader

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Extra (Tom Holland)

A/N: What is this? I have finished something? Me?? posting?? A FIC? WHAT? Is the world actually ending!?!? I think I’m funny but I’m not, clearly. Glad to be out of my writing rot tho aha. Hope you guys like this one!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Summary: You get a sweet but very extra surprise on your birthday nearing the end of your show.

Warnings: Fluff and my usual typos

Word Count: 5.5k+

Masterlist in Bio

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The sound of your phone just going off uncontrollably was what woke you up, and you were completely sure that it wasn't your alarm.

You squint your eyes at the bright glare of the screen, a huge contrast to your still dim hotel room. You literally had just woken up hence why the curtains aren't open yet, it's still a bit too early after all.

Flicking the ringer on silent, birthday greetings and messages from friends and families were still flooding through, your phone now vibrating instead of your loud ringtone, giving your ears a break.

As you read through and responded to all of them, you couldn't help but feel a little down after you realized you haven't seen his name yet.

Of course you feel grateful for all the sweet messages everyone has sent you, your heart is melting from all the love. But there's that slight disheartened feeling that you can't seem to shake, slight worry that your boyfriend might have forgotten about your birthday.

You haven't heard from Tom since yesterday morning, which now makes it almost a full day. After he texted you that he was going to be doing a lot of stunts and is probably going to be super busy, he then just disappeared, not even slipping in a text good night. You did let it pass though, because he might have been quite knackered after the shoot.

Message to Tom: Good morning bub <3 Just checking up on you since you haven't read or replied to any of my messages at all. Hope you're okay and haven't injured yourself Thomas. I really miss you a lot and I love you loads x

Your frown could only deepen as you hit send, still no response nor any sign that he's got your messages whatsoever.

Normally, it wouldn't really be a big deal but the last you've seen him in person was three months ago. He was busy shooting the third installment of Spider-Man all while doing a few projects on the side. And you, well, you're touring around the world.

You could be patient and blame it on the time difference why he hasn't greeted yet, but he's just behind a couple hours. Tom has made it a habit of always greeting you at midnight no matter what and where, he's just cliché like that, and it was definitely passed midnight in New York.

God, you sound so much like a whiny and ungrateful brat, but you can't help it, you just miss him so much.

Maybe you've gotten so used to always spending your birthdays with him so the first time that you're celebrating it from different parts of the globe, it does makes you sad.

You did try to make ends meet, but a week before today, he's brought you the news that he can't fly out due to conflicting schedules with some of the actors he's working with, and that it's critical that he's there on the day. To be the leading role of a gigantic movie, asking a few days off is never that simple.

On the other hand, you have a show today and tomorrow, so flying to him isn't exactly ideal either. You understand of course, you are sort of in the same line of work, but still, it doesn't make you feel any less gloomy.

With one big stretch, you placed your phone back on your side table as you slowly got out of bed, opting to go and take a shower to then head down and meet the crew for breakfast.

Maybe you'll hear from him later in the day.

* * *

It was late in the afternoon and still not a single word from Tom.

You were growing worried because it was so unlike him to be very cut off and silent.

Did he lose his phone?

You tried to contact Harry—who's with Tom currently—but he too wasn't responding. Everything was just off and odd altogether, the tiny pit in your stomach only growing bigger the more you worry and think about where your man is.

"Have you heard from Tom?" You asked with furrowed brows the moment Molly, your manager approached you on stage. Your hand found its way to fish your phone out of your pocket to check it for the umpteenth time, but still, no sign of him.

You were finishing up your final soundcheck before you were off to a mini get-together—snacks and drinks included—with some of your fans. It was your alternative to a meet and greet because you'd rather hang out and have real conversations with them than the whole quick snap and go.

She shook her head at you all confused, a slight glimmer in her eyes that you didn't quite catch. "Uh no, why?"

You sighed. Tom doesn't really contact your manager unless its important matters, so you don't even know why you're asking, maybe you've just grown desperate to hear even the smallest thing from him, just anything. "Never mind. Is it time?"

"Yeah, they're all waiting for you."

You simply nodded as you followed her off stage, handing the guitar over to your guy on the way.

Walking through the hallway, you kept your head down, eyes glued to your phone as you respond to more messages from people, but also checking if Tom has come back from ghost town.

You were aimlessly following Molly to wherever room or space they set up the get-together in, just watching her shoes and never looking up from your device. That, until you heard a few shuffling of rushed feet and a door being slammed shut.

"What was that? And what's in here?" You asked, eyes now trained on a door of what looks like another dressing room. Molly continued walking, so you kept following but with your gaze still glued to the door, curios as to what's going on inside because you definitely can hear a bit of ruckus.

"Oh just the staff, that's one of their rooms." She answered casually, not even bothering to give you or the room a glance.

"Is it weird if I just go inside and say thank you? Would that be too... intrusive?" You pondered, halting in your tracks as you contemplated on knocking. You just wanted to extend your gratitude for all their hard work, but you aren't sure if they were comfortable with you suddenly just strolling in.

"It's not weird at all hun, but you've got a schedule." She smiled at you sweetly, nodding her head towards the direction of the get-together.

"Oh right, yeah, let's go."

You gave the door one last look before turning on your heel to follow Molly once again, up until you reached another space covered in curtains. And the moment your bodyguard pulled it open, wide smiles on faces greeted you as they all sang in tune.

"Happy birthday to you!"

You laughed as you shyly shook your head at them. Warmth coated your whole body in an instant as love and pure adoration radiated off of the space, off of your fans.

You did as much as wave your fingers in the air as they sang, serving as a conductor because for the number of years you've been on this earth, you still have no idea what to do when people sing the birthday song to you.

* * *

"I can't thank you guys enough for being here with me tonight. You guys have been so incredible, you always are." You breathed out as your voice echoed throughout the whole arena. You looked at the thousands of people who came tonight to see you perform with a proud grin, their energy never wavering as they sing your songs back to you from each melody to lyric.

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you tried to catch your breath, taking the water bottle off of the floor and lifting it up to your lips to have a quick drink.

"Now, give me everything you've got for this last song alright?" You spoke into the mic once you've rehydrated.

"Wait, wait. Don't you guys agree that Y/N is killing it tonight?" Your pianist, Sara, interrupts, the crowd cheering in agreement at her input. "And judging by today's occasion, I think we all owe her a little song." She added, earning a hearty laugh from you as you brought the mic back to your lips.

"You guys don't have to—"

"Happy birthday to you!"

The song was played no matter your protest, Sara leading the crowd as she plays the tune on her keys, the rest of the band following suit.

Your laugh bounced off the walls as you stood there in complete awe. It was a beautiful sight to see, the crowd all singing in unison, lights up in the air as they pour all their heart to the simple yet special song. The song still filling you up with joy and warmth despite having heard it countless of times for the whole day, and the fact that all these people were there for you? It was definitely the icing on the cake.

"Thank you so much you lovely people, y'all are making me emotional. And they say the best way to spend your birthdays is with the people you love and the ones who love you, and they were absolutely right. I'm so blessed to have you guys tonight, because I do love you all very much." You stated fondly the moment they finished with a loud cheer, a hand placed right atop your heart as you feel it grow ten times its size.

"Y/N, we've got another something for you." Sara spoke before you could even get another word out, hand gesturing towards the large screen right behind you.

"Oh god, is this mission make Y/N ugly cry today?" You laughed, turning around just in time too see the tour artwork turning pitch black to then be replaced by a huge countdown.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The crowd roared in delight as Mr. Niall Horan joined with Lewis Capaldi appeared on screen, large pints of Guinness on hand with their arms around each other as they give you their birthday greeting.

"Happy birthday Y/N! But since we're halfway across the world, we'll be there with you in spirit. Also, Lewis and I decided to celebrate anyway so cheers to you and have an amazing day." Niall chuckled as he lifted his beer up. "I'll make sure to have a good drink for you Y/N! We miss ya and we love ya!" Lewis added with a cheeky grin, and you couldn't help but shake your head at the two with a big smile of your own.

You've worked with them both on a few songs, and both were the funniest yet sweetest gentlemen you've met in the industry, especially when you put the two together.

Both of them emptied their glasses as they bid their goodbyes, Niall's loud laugh echoing throughout the arena when Lewis spilled before they disappeared on screen.

The crowd went even louder once Shawn Mendes' pretty face appeared on it next, sporting his usual bright smile as he gave you his short but sweet greeting. "Happy birthday Y/N! Wishing you all the best in life since you deserve all of it! Can't wait to work with you again soon! Have fun on your birthday honey!"

You shook your head in disbelief. An amused smile was plastered on your face, still unable to fathom that a few years ago you were a huge fan of him. And now you can say you've worked with him, even call him a friend. Funny, how the universe works.

Alessia Cara came up next with a smile, wide and bright, you're heart melting to see one of your greatest and closest friends. She's just a pure and kindhearted soul, a rare beauty. "Hey there you lovely and amazing woman! Happy birthday! I miss hanging out with you a lot but I shall see you soon! Keep conquering the world Y/N! I am so proud of how far you've come and you deserve every bit of success that comes your way. Again happy birthday! Have an amazing one and I love you!" She blew you a sweet kiss and waved you goodbye, tears already brimming in your eyes at all the love and appreciation thrown your way.

Next were Zendaya and Jacob Batalon, who you've grown close with through no other person than Tom. Both were clearly on set sitting on directors' chair in their characters' outfits. Both looked a little tired but they still greeted you with wide smiles nonetheless.

"Happy birthday Y/N!" They screamed in unison. "We wished we could be there with you to celebrate your birthday but you already know how these things go." Z pouted, Jacob copying her as well and you couldn't help but giggle. "But soon when we get a break we will catch up and celebrate your birthday." Jacob added with a knowing grin. "Anyway! Duty calls so enjoy your birthday and have great one! We love you!"

Then friends and family came up on screen, ones who you've missed most having been away from them for so long and that's when you felt your heart ache a little. Happy tears were brimming in your eyes as each of them shared their lovely messages, saying how proud they are for how far you've come. And when those words come from the people who you truly care about, it means the absolute world.

The next person to share their video message didn't help with the tears either, a hushed sob escaping your lips the moment you saw his familiar face.

The crowd behind you screamed at the top of their lungs the moment Thomas Stanley Holland appeared on screen, handsome face sporting that sweet and charming smile as he sat in his trailer wearing his Spider-Man suit.

"Hello darling. My love, I'm so gutted that I'm not there so celebrate your birthday with you. If I could teleport myself by your side right now, I would in a heartbeat, but anyway, happy birthday sweetheart!" Tom exclaimed joyfully, grin all beaming and you couldn't help but miss him even more.

"Oh, where do I start? Well, I can start by saying how proud I am of you, so so proud of the gorgeous, powerful, strong and successful woman that you've grown to become. You've worked so hard to get where you are today and it fills me with so much happiness knowing that you're out there traveling the world and doing what you love the most." The crowd cooed at Tom's sweet words, your heart was already melting at the seams as more tears threaten to spill, and he wasn't even done yet.

"You deserve the whole world if not more with how kindhearted and compassionate you are. And gosh you make me feel so happy and loved. I feel so lucky to have someone like you in my life, I can't even begin to describe to you exactly how much, and if I tried? Then we'd be here for hours on end. And lastly—because I'm being called to set right now, if I wasn't I'd be talking about how amazing you are some more—I am truly, madly and deeply in love with you Y/N. You are my world and I hope I make you feel loved every single day, because you truly deserved to be."

"Tom they're waiting for you."

"Yeah, just one more minute." Tom calls out to someone off shot before his eyes landed back on the camera, staring straight at you through the screen with a guilty smile. Guilty because it pains him that he's not there with you. "I love you dearly, and I miss you so much. I'll make it up to you I promise. Once again, happy birthday to my beautiful girl and I shall see you soo—"

All of a sudden the screen went static, Tom's words being cut off as you heard nothing but white noise. Then everything just went black, the whole arena dark as the night as gasps of surprise and screams of panic echoed throughout its walls.

Tell everyone to stay calm Y/N, we're fixing things up.

Your sound guy spoke in your in-ear. You nodded despite the fact that they probably can't see you due to the darkness. Turning back around to the audience, you spoke into the mic. "I'm sorry guys, just technical difficulties. Just stay in your seats in be calm, the lights should be back on in a minute."

And as if on cue, the crowd screamed as the power turned back on. However, after a few seconds, they turned unusually rowdy, too rowdy for it to be only that reason. Slowly you got the feeling it wasn't only because of that, judging by the volume and power of their cheer, and by a few fans pointing at the stage as if they're seeing something you aren't.

For a split second, you met eyes with Molly who was right by the side of the stage. She had that all-knowing grin on her face as she pointed towards something behind you.

Confused, you turned around, jumping in sheer shock when you were met by a hanging, upside-down person dressed in a red and black Lycra suit, face all covered with a mask making the identity of the person pretty much unknown.

Your heart beat quickened as you stumbled back on your feet at the sight of the person, your brain registering it back to a specific boy—one who you saw on screen minutes ago wearing the exact same outfit—even if there was no confirmation as their face wasn't even shown. Your whole body was trembling from surprise, excitement but also worry that it might not be who you think it is under that mask.

Emotions were all over the place as you stared right at upside-down, masked-face of Spider-Man who held a birthday cupcake in hand.

"No, no, stop, please, is this a prank?" You croaked out, shaking your head as tears started to escape your eyes, question a must because you're having a really hard time believing what you're seeing.

It's been a long day, you just really wanted to make sure that what's happening is real and not just a figment of your imagination. You had to make sure that it wasn't the desperation of you missing your boyfriend painting pictures in your head. Not only that, but to really be sure that it's actually him under that mask.

"Guys! Don't even play! Please don't get my hopes up. That's a stunt double right?" You asked into the mic as you looked at your band and the rest of the crew for answers, who gave you nothing but wide smiles. You just feel like it would be too good to be true, and you really don't want to face disappointment if it wasn't him.

On the other hand, out of all the things they could have done to prank you, why would they choose this? It's a bit cruel to prank someone on their birthday now doesn't it? Especially when it involves playing with their emotions?

Unless, it's not a prank at all and you're getting way too ahead of yourself.

Mr. Spider-Man beckons you over, finger pointing at your hand to which you held the mic. With tears already clouding your vision, you moved closer slowly.

Reaching a close enough proximity, you had one hand over your mouth to silence your whimpers as the other lifted the microphone up to where Spider-Man's mouth is supposed to be. And the moment he spoke, you've lost any sense of control over your emotions or your sanity, his voice just too familiar for it to be someone else's.

"Why don't you take off the mask and find out yourself darling?"

You shook your head at the upside down boy as joyful tears streamed down your face, shaking hands lifting up to hook your fingers on the edge of the mask, pulling it down and removing it fully to reveal the face of the man you love.

"You sneaky bastard." You laughed tearfully, Tom only grinning at you all proud, his face now turning redder as the seconds pass by, being upside-down and all.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." He chuckled, offering you the cupcake, which you took gladly, balancing it with the mic on your hand. You were unable to form any more words as you stared at Tom, still unable to believe that it's actually him, and that he's here, in the flesh.

The crowd started to chant the word "kiss" over and over, making you throw your head back in pure laughter.

"We should do the kiss." Tom wriggled his eyes brows at you, mischievous smirk in play and you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling at your boy. But still, you gave in anyway as you cupped his face softly, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of his warm skin against your palm.

You brushed the tip of your nose with his with a hum, moving closer until there was no space between you two as you captured his lips in yours, all while trying to manage the whole upside-down situation.

Tom sighed in pure satisfaction to finally feel your lips on his after months of being deprived from it, your touch making him feel like he's floating, which says a lot given the fact that he was already hanging mid-air all while being upside-down.

The kiss didn't last long though, too many prying for you two to cherish the moment. The crowd, on the other hand, cheered in amusement at the extremely cliché but sweet gesture, you and Tom giggling between the kiss at the loud support.

"Okay, I'm actually getting dizzy now." Tom laughed once you pulled away, hand gesturing for you to move just a little bit farther, and when you did, he flipped himself right-side-up with ease. A few guys then rushed on stage to help him with the wires, and once they were off, Tom turned to you with a sweet smile, face coated with wholesome contentment to finally see you in person again.

"You're actually here." You whimpered, fresh tears wetting your cheeks some more once he stood right in front of you.

"Aww darling, come here." Tom cooed with a soft chuckle, arms wrapping around your frame as he held you close to his chest, pressing a sweet kiss on top of your head. You couldn't contain your sobs as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, the smell of his perfume filling you up quickly and it only made your grip around him tighten.

You just miss him so damn much, and to actually have him here on your birthday, to be holding him so close after months, it was making every fiber of your being emotional.

"I haven't missed your birthday, not a single one, ever. Why would I start now?" He whispered against your hair, swaying you from side to side in a comforting manner, a soft sigh coming out of you as you felt your heart grow with even more love for this man.

"I still haven't decided if I hate you or love you for doing this." You giggled with tiny sniffles, pulling away to get a proper look at his handsome face, the face that you'll always be glad to see. Hate because he almost gave you a heart attack and for making you worry about him for being gone for a day, and love because, well, he's here now isn't he?

Tom only shot you a wink. "I'll tell you all about it later." He says, hand reaching down to take the microphone from you.

"Hey everyone, I'm Spider-Man." The crowd roared at that, Tom laughing in pure glee, all proud of his choice of words as he slings his arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side. "I just want to thank you guys for supporting this amazing woman right here. I've been watching the show from the very start and you guys have been incredible."

Tom turned to look at you lovingly, smile coated with delight and adoration, voice layered with nothing but certainty. "I love this woman a lot, so thank you for making her dreams come true and for making her happy."

With just that, you were able to conjure even more tears as you looked at Tom all adoringly with a small pout. The boy stared at you with just as much love, cooing at your reaction as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

How have you managed to get so lucky?

"Right, I'm done crashing your show so take it away my love." Tom finished as he handed the microphone back to you. Giving you one last warm squeeze and a peck on the lips to match, Tom was then waving goodbye to the audience and disappearing side-stage to watch the rest of the show.

Taking in deep long breaths, you turned to the audience with a laugh. "Okay, wow. Mission Ugly Cry is a success then. I haven't see him in months okay I couldn't help the tears."

"I wasn't expecting that at all as you can probably tell by my reaction. How am I supposed to top that now?" You rubbed your temple in feign worry, the audience cheering you in mere support.

You were still sniffling from all the crying along with your throat being little dry. And you were thankful for waterproof mascara otherwise you would've looked even more horrifying.

"God I'm such a mess, can I have some tissues please?" You asked, looking around the crew for help as you attempted to wipe off the tears with your fingers.

Instead of the staff, Tom ran back out with a box of tissues and a bottle of water in hand, making you shake your head in utter hilarity at how corny he is. You couldn't hold back your laughter when he handed you the box of tissues, pulled a couple pieces and held his fingers under your chin as he wiped your tears for you, all gingerly as if he was retouching your make up. After that, he opened up the water bottle to help you drink, then fixed your hair up jokingly and squeezed your nose playfully right after.

Once he was done with, he gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek, waving one last time at the crowd before returning back to side-stage.

"My new assistant everyone." You joked, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend with a grin you can't seem to wipe off. Tom mirrored your expression as he gave you two thumbs up in support for the last song, and with that you turned back to the crowd with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Right, let's go out on a high note."

* * *

"Absolutely killed it." Tom praised, engulfing you in a warm embrace the moment you got off stage, a soft thank you coming out of you as you squeezed him back.

On your way back to your dressing room, You kept each other close, his arm slung over your shoulder with yours around his waist as you walked through the hallway.

"I'm not leaving your side by the way. I missed you too damn much and I'm not going to waste any second by being a little far from you." Tom shot you his best puppy dog eyes combined with a cute pout, a sweet giggle escaping your lips that made Tom's heart melt ten times over. "Well, I'm not complaining."

It wasn't that long of a walk from the stage to your dressing room but you had time to kill, so you turned to look at your man with a curios glint in your eyes.

"Tell me how you've managed to pull off this extremely over-the-top surprise? I mean, you could've just showed up in my dressing room and I would've cried just as much." You pointed out. Not that you didn't like what he did, you loved what just happened, every second of it, but you cannot deny that what he did was as extra and cliché as one can be.

Tom shrugged with a chuckle, "I know. But I wanted it to be special, you deserve nothing but. And you've got to admit, dangling upside-down in the middle of the stage during your show, all while dressed as Spider-Man is pretty impressive. Plus, we did the kiss. I'd say it's an amazing birthday surprise."

"It is amazing. I just happen to forget how extra you are sometimes." You teased. "I am, but you love me for it." Tom retorted back with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes with soft laugh.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you so much bub, you always make my birthdays memorable." You sighed, wrapping both your arms around him with a smile full of gratitude. Tom planted another kiss on your forehead, a bright smile on his lips to match yours as he hummed. "Anything for my angel."

"Now, details Holland."

"Right, managed to pull some strings a a week ago and was able to ask few days off, so the whole conflicting schedule wasn't entirely a lie but it wasn't as serious as I made it out to be. Flew out last night right after the shoot. I couldn't handle just lying to you which is why I didn't respond to any of your messages in case I slip up. I'm sorry about that love."

"And then out of nowhere I thought how awesome it would be to pop up as Spider-Man in the middle of your show and do the famous kiss, so I asked Marvel a favor and thank goodness they let me borrow the suit. Called Molly to tell her about my plan, she helped quite a lot. Arrived here earlier this morning, did a test run with the wires and all that while you were still back at the hotel. Changed into the suit to then wait for the time. Oh! And if you actually looked up from your phone earlier down the hall on your way to your get-together, the whole surprise would've been ruined."

You gasped as you smacked his chest lightly. "That was you! I knew something was up." You felt really played, knowing you could've seen him if you did as much as peek up from your phone. But then again, it would've ruined the whole thing, and you really don't want to change anything that has happened today, so you're glad you didn't.

Tom could only laugh at your reaction, giving your pout a sweet peck before continuing. "The video messages were planned a long, long time ago but we made a few edits at the end of my bit to make it dramatic and here we are now."

And just as he said those last words, both of you now stood in front of the door of your dressing room. If there's one thing you always tend to be surprised about Tom, it's his impeccable timing.

"You are something else Thomas." You gushed, referring to today's escapade and just in general. You really are so lucky to have someone like him in your life, so thoughtful, caring, kind and just all around amazing.

You don't really know what came over you but the moment he opened the door to your dressing room and are your way inside, just knowing that you two were finally alone, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down, crashing your lips on his as you pushed him back against the door, closing it shut in the process.

Tom chuckled lowly at the sudden change in mood, hands taking home on your waist as he relished the taste of your lips, one he's missed so bad.

The thick fabric of his suit was starting to irritate him for he just wants to feel your skin on his fingertips, especially after so long of not having to touch you. It got on Tom's nerves even more when he felt it grow even tighter than it already is.

And when you started to nibble on his bottom lip as your hands inched down his body slowly, Tom groaned, pushing you away gently, just for a little room to breathe. "Darling, it's very uncomfortable, borderline painful when I get hard in this suit, you know that." He grumbled, brown eyes a shade darker as his grip on your waist tightened.

You giggled, recalling all the times you've teased him whenever you came to visit him on set. "Hmm, let's get you out of it and go back to the hotel then."

Tom's bottom lip got caught between his teeth at your suggestion, your insides churning as he looked at you lustfully, a deep rumble erupting from his chest when he said,

"We definitely should. After all, this isn't the only surprise I have in store for you sweetheart."

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thegayfromrulid · 3 years

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Can you do a pov reader with SAO gang holiday special?

This was a fun challenge! I’ve only ever written ONE POV reader before, and it was an x Reader for a mutual’s birthday! I thought long and hard about how to fit the reader into this fic, and I think it turned out pretty decent! Let me know how I did!

As you’re walking home from school, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Since you’re on the train, you slip it out and check the notification, curious if it’s a friend texting or just your mom telling you what to do about dinner. To your delight, it’s a group text. You flip it open to see a few people have already responded to the initial message. It looks like Asuna’s invited everyone over to the log cabin for a small holiday party in ALO. Lisbeth spammed the chat with a bunch of excited emojis, and a few confirmations had already been sent from Sinon, Leafa, and Klein. You think about how much homework you have to do for a moment, and then, with a shrug, you decide that it’s just one day. You deserve to hang out with your friends, especially for the holidays.

With your confirmation typed up and sent, you smile and pocket your phone just in time to get off at your train stop. If you hurry and get a decent amount of homework done, you won’t have as much to worry about when you head to the ALO party later. You speed down the sidewalk at a quicker pace than usual, already feeling excited to have some much-needed break time from all of the school stress. Racing into your home, you barely stop long enough to slip into your house slippers and then you dash past the kitchen to grab a snack before you head into your room. You check the time. You have a couple of hours before the party.

In that time, you complete as much homework as you can, checking off each subject’s work as you go in your planner. You get a lot more done than you thought you would have; perhaps the motivation of the holiday party gave you more energy. When you’re finally closing the last tab on your homework readings, you breathe out a sigh of relief and turn your head to look at your Amusphere, sitting there on the headboard of your bed, waiting to be turned on. With an eager grin, you change into some more comfortable clothes for diving, crawl onto the bed after closing your door and putting a note on it for your family, and then you slip the Amusphere over your eyes. You say the two magic words that will take you to Alfheim, and before you know it, you’re materializing in the living area, receiving a smile from Asuna and Sinon, who are setting up the coffee table with little decorations.

“Oh, you’re a little early!” Asuna says. “Good! Can you take care of some of the decorations? Lisbeth was supposed to be here by now, but she’s running a little late because her mom needed her to do something.”

You’re eager to help, so you ask her what decorations need taking care of. As it turns out, they’ve purchased pretty much everything the game had to offer in the ways of holiday decorations. There were wreaths, decorative candles that burned in different colors to resemble holiday string lights, more traditional candles, lots of red and green ribbons and garlands, strings of popcorn, and candy canes. Asuna has even gone through the trouble of making everyone holiday outfits that fit with their ALO races. She gives you yours, and you equip it quickly to get in the spirit of the party.

Decorating goes fairly easy in ALO. All one has to do is hold something up to the wall and then press a button on the menu to say that it was where you wanted it. You take care of the wall decorations; Lisbeth and Silica show up a little after you and insist on putting up a tree by themselves. Sinon catches your eyes and rolls hers as Silica accidentally wrapps herself up in tree garlands. You can’t help but giggle at the sight. You’re stuck between untangling Silica and possibly taking a screenshot. In the end, Klein shows up and takes care of the issue—only to get himself stuck.

Alice and Eugeo are the next to arrive, closely followed by Agil. They get to work immediately, making sure everything is in place. By the time Kirito and Leafa arrive, most of the work was done. Sinon immediately accuses Kirito of trying to get out of sharing the work, and Asuna jumps to his defense quite calmly, saying that he wouldn’t have been much of a help anyways. Kirito looks as if he’d wilted. Eugeo pats him on the back, laughing and telling him that it was okay that he was late. Asuna shares the remainder of the holiday outfits with the latecomers, and soon, everyone is festively dressed.

The little log cabin looks splendid. You give Silica and Lisbeth a thumbs’ up for how nice the tree looks. The coffee and dinner tables both look grand, and they’d been filled with holiday-themed goodies, both traditional and ALO-specific treats. Asuna and Kirito said they’d paid for all of it. You think about how much yrd this all cost, and then you immediately put that thought out of your mind. They wouldn’t want you to think about that—they wanted everyone to have fun and spread cheer.

“Shall we propose a toast?” Agil suggests.

Lisbeth picks up a champagne glass and holds it in the air.

“Yeah, a toast!” she says. “To another year of successful questing!”

Kirito nods and picks up a glass of his own. You follow suit, and the others aren’t that far behind.

“It’s been a long year of adjusting,” he says. “But we’ve all come to appreciate this world as our own as much as the world we were born in. This holiday season, let’s just be grateful that we can be ourselves in VRMMOs freely.”

Sinon rolls her eyes.

“And cheers to the increased drop rate for the holiday event,” he throws in at the end.

Lisbeth snorts and starts laughing.

“Kiritooo,” she says. “Be serious!”

Asuna jumps in before Kirito could make things any less serious.

“Alright, everyone!” she says. “We’ve got the savory foods ready on the big table and the sweet ones are in here on the coffee table! Please, do, take as much as you like! There’s plenty for a few more rounds of completely filled plates! And drinks are in the kitchen!”

Not a word more needed to be said. Everyone hurries to grab a plate, and you find yourself trying to decide what all to try. The traditional treats could be found offline, but they were sure to be great, since Asuna most likely made them with her high cooking skill. On the other hand, the ALO holiday-themed treats were probably unique and interesting in their own right, and you’d never be able to recreate those in the real world—at least, not without some help from a decent cook friend, that is. In the end, you try to take a little bit of everything. After all, your virtual stomach doesn’t fill up the same way your real one did. You’d be safe trying as much food as possible.

You take a seat on the long futon in the living area, seated between Lisbeth and Sinon. Lisbeth, like you, has filled up her plate with everything she could fit on it, while Sinon has selected a few things and separated them evenly on her plate. You look across the room to see Kirito with an equally stuffed-looking plate in his usual place in the rocking chair, and Yui is seated on his head eagerly downing a gingerbread cookie. Asuna sits down beside them in the chair, and across from you, Leafa, Alice, and Silica take up the opposite futon. Klein and Agil have cornered Eugeo to ask him questions about life in the real world. Everyone seems excited and talkative.

“So, are you ready for the big New Year’s Eve quest?” Lisbeth asks you.

Nodding, you smile at her and tell her you’re making sure to have the whole night clear in order to come and complete it.

“It’s gonna be great!” she exclaimes.

Sinon chuckles and shakes her head.

“I think the eggnog is getting to her head, don’t you?” she asks.

You laugh and shake your head. Lisbeth is always easily excitable at these kinds of gatherings. You’ve been with this group long enough to know it’s just the spirit of being together that gets her going. You ask them if they’ve got any holiday plans with their families. Sinon is staying by herself. Lisbeth’s family is throwing a big gift exchange party, which apparently is mostly gag gifts for laughs. In turn, they ask you what you’ve got planned, and you tell them what your family plans to do and which parts you’re excited for and which you aren’t.

Asuna comes over and asks you if you’d like a refill on your drink. You nod and thank her as she pours you some more. It’s warm and smells delicious. It isn’t what you were drinking before, but you’re excited to drink it. Bringing it to your lips, you taste something spiced with a little tinge of apple. It’s a bit like a cider. Lisbeth sees the look on your face and excitedly leans over to ask Asuna for some of the drink. The drink, which Asuna calls Undine Spiced Wine, is a big hit with everyone in the group. By the end of the night, there’s not a drop left.

No one wants to leave, of course. There’s a bit of chatter—maybe on the actual date of the holiday, there’ll be a gift exchange. The rules are simple; the item has to cost two thousand yen or less. Kirito says everyone can meet at his house. Anyone who hasn’t been before should text him for the address. As your friends start to log out, you tell them to have a happy holiday as you tell each one goodbye. Finally, it’s just you, Asuna, and Kirito there. They turn to you and ask when you’re planning to log out. You tell them you don’t want the holiday party to end.

“Don’t worry, it’s not really the end,” Kirito says. “We’re just pausing to sleep before resuming at my place in a few days. You’ve got the address, right?”

You shake your head. You’ve only ever met up with them online.

“Oh, my bad!” Kirito says. “I’ll text it to you as soon as I log out. I look forward to seeing you! Bring something really fun! I know I’m hoping Klein will open the gag gift I’m bringing!”

Asuna jabs him in the ribcage.

“Kirito-kun!” she says. “You bring something nice!”

You laugh and thank him, telling them both that you’ll see them at school. You log out and return to your bedroom, hearing only the running heat. It sounds like your parents aren’t home just yet. You take off your Amusphere and roll over to see your phone lit up with the message from Kirito. It’s his address. You smile and clutch the phone to your chest.

The holidays have only just begun.

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murderoustedbear · 3 years

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War (unfinished but I plan to finish it)

My neighboring kingdom, Atarius, has been thriving for years under the rule of an unknown queen. None of her people have seen her face except those in her palace and they are sworn to secrecy. She is known for turning down marriage offers but I plan to win her over. If she does refuse my hand in marriage, I’ll over throw her.

Years ago, my kingdom was grand, as big as hers. However we went to war with a country suffering the plague. As men came back, they spread the illness. Our numbers are low however, her’s are lower. The plague hit them harder than us. There’s a rumor that the queen herself helped nurse her people and was killed from the plague. Of course that would leave the question of who is ruling. No one knows. All I know is her population is about half of mine. With both our kingdoms we could conquer half of Ruasiae.

A knock rings against my chamber doors as I dream of the unknown queen’s face. “Come in.” I roll my eyes.

My royal advisor enters, studying me. “Sorry to disturb you, Majesty.”

“Quill! My dear friend! You are no disturbance.”

He nods, “There’s been news that Atarius’ queen will be holding a ceremony. Invites have been sent out to several of her neighboring kingdom’s.”

At this, he has my full attention, “Ceremony? Of what sort?”

“I haven’t the slightest, sir. I believe she is looking to seek an alliance with some. It’s quite an intelligent strategy on her behalf. She’s had no problems with us, never lifted a finger to harm us nor the other countries. Rather kept to herself and her country. A spy from another kingdom has returned and has news regarding Ityal.”

“The news?”

“He’ll speak only to you, sir.”

“Send him up!” I demand, a bit too harshly. I look at the ridges on my nails hinting at the anxiety they’ve fallen victim to.

Minutes later, Quill has returned with the spy in tow, “Here’s your spy.” He leaves, shutting the door. My mouth goes dry. I can’t believe I called her a him.

“What news do you bring?”

The fragile maiden grins, golden eyes shining, “You’ll love this, sire.” She sits at the end of my bed. “I’m sure you’ve heard the news, the queen of Atarius has sent out invites for a ceremony. She’s seeking to save herself and her dear kingdom. A week ago, Ityal’s widower king sought to court the queen. She shut him down faster than lightning strikes the ground. Well he sucks at taking rejection and so he began plotting to destroy her kingdom. However, a servant that stayed in her castle for a while when he was there had grown fond of her due to her kindness and sent her a warning. She’s trying to find a way to keep her kingdom safe and if she dies in the process, someone to rule for her.”

I consider this. If she turns down my proposal and becomes allies with another country, it may become impossible to overthrow her. “Thank you, um… What’s your name?”

She didn’t answer but instead said, “I was there, at her palace.”

“Did you see her? Tell me about her.” I’m studying the spy now.

“She never spoke, rather communicated with hand symbols that a guard would translate. Her dresses never revealed any part of her body and weren’t tight at anypoint. Her face remained covered the entire time. She didn’t eat or drink around us. She wore gloves. She always had the same guards with her.” I frowned, hoping to have known what she looked like. “She was kind though. We went with her once to check on her kingdom. She doesn’t have any beggars, they all live in cabins and everyone has a job. Everyone contributes to the kingdom. She’s loved by her people. Children will run up and hug her and she hugs them back. She’s an honorable queen, the type that loves her people. The only reason she cares to continue ruling is because if someone else were to rule in her place, they may harm them. She’s compassionate.”

“Good qualities of a queen. Why hasn’t she married yet, do you know?” I inquire, considering the possibilities.

“Many reasons. She doesn’t want someone controlling her and ruling her people, tearing down what she’s built and she feels, marriage will lead to that. She wishes to not have children. She refuses to be married to a man who has a mistress or multiple mistresses in some cases. She hasn’t found someone she loves and will only marry for love.”

“So, if I want to marry her, I need to stay loyal, let her rule her people how she wishes, not pressure her into having children, and get her to love me?” That won’t be too hard.

She scoffed, “You have to love her too! There’s more to it all. She knows how many queens have been treated by their husbands and she want to be treated differently!” She walked out the room without another word. The last thing I saw as the door slammed was fire red hair swiching about.

At this point, I like this challenge.

Two days later

I’m dining alone in my chambers when Quill knocks.

“Enter.”

“Sire, a messenger has arrived.”

“Well let them in.”

A girl, no older than fifteen enters. Her blonde hair braided down her back. “King Arawn of Omirran, I bring news from Queen Myla of Atarius.” She stares me in the eyes, fearless.

“Go on.” It’s unsettling, having a servant look me in the eyes however, I cannot harm her as she is not mine and I do not want to be on Queen Myla’s bad side.

She clears her throat, “You are invited to celebrate the Queen’s twenty-fourth birthday in her palace for a fortnight. The ceremony begins overmorrow. You may bring with you a guest of whomever you like. Please note, upon reaching Atarius’ gates, you and your guests will be searched of weapons. Any weapons held by you and your party will be confiscated until you leave to ensure the safety of the people, the queen, other guests, and yourself. Please be ready to show the guards your invitation in order to be let in the gates.” The girl hands Quill the invite and leaves without another word.

Two weeks. I have two weeks to be in her palace. Can I charm her? Make her love me?

I call in every girl that lives or works in the palace, including the spy. The spy describes Queen Myla and the girls collaborate together a list of possible ways to charm her. All I need is her to develop a crush on me, I’ll propose and she’ll say yes, we’ll get married right away and my kingdom will be expanded.

The challenge is actually making this happen as there’s not much to work with. I don’t know know much about her. However, the strategy is to focus on personality. Originally, I was going to shower her with expensive gift, but everyone pointed out that every other suitor has tried this or will try it and she has turned them all down. I hope this works. I can’t afford to fail.

As the palace begins for my departure to Atarius, I decide that I shall bring her a single gift. I shall bring her a dragon flower from .the palace gardens. One that is yet to bloom so it shall bloom that night.

Two days later

On the day we’re to set out, I wake up before dawn. My thoughts are beasts, tearing my mind to shreds. There’s no way I’ll make her fall for me. No way I can charm her. Whatever higher deity that exists out there in the universe has shown me that.

My entire life, I’ve always believed there’s a higher power who sends us visions in the night. Whoever, whatever, this higher power is, they’ve sent me one and I know better than to question the message they convey.

I call Quill to my chambers and describe my dream. “I was there, with her. The more I tried to charm her, the harder it became. She grew cold in her heart towards me. I tried to tame her heart and call her mine but she did not wish to be trapped. She married me for the same of her sanity and then murdered me. Like a tigress in captivity, never meant to be tamed.”

“Sire,” Quill breaks my thoughts, “Perhaps you’re not seeing the true meaning… Only she can make herself love you. Love is not just an emotion… Love is a choice and she must choose to love you. No one and no thing can make her love you. Just be yourself and let her find you herself.”

This is why Quill is my advisor and dearest friend. He is wise and is always good with advice.

The day drags on as Quills words echo in my brain. Let her fall in love with me on her own. Why does that even make sense? I mean, I know everyone will put on a mask and treat her kindly and act like who they think she’d like so the best way to let her fall for me is to do the opposite.

We arrive at Queen Myla’s palace as dusk begins to blanket the world with her comforting shadows. I can see rulers from neighboring countries gathering to meet the mysterious queen.

Palace guards escort us to the throne room and none can help but marvel at the beauty. The floors are polished black marble filled with golden webs. Obsidian columns tower above, cradling a ceiling of stars. The illusion of stars came from gems embedded in the black ceiling. One would wonder how Queen Myla lit her throne room but she managed. Torches lounged on every column and their glow reflected off the precious stones. My gaze wandered to the front of the room. Two steps up led to a white marble platform that held a silver throne. Seated on the throne was who I assumed to be the queen. Her dark gown flowed to the floor, hiding her legs and feet. As my eyes traveled up, I noticed her gown was not form fitting at all but loose as my spy had described. Her hands were gloved with silver fabric and resting on the arms of her throne. My eyes came to rest on the veil hiding her face. Not an inch of skin could be seen.

Guards flanked her, staring ahead. My eyes noticed a guard standing rather close to the queen, closer than the others. I wonder why.

Queen Myla begins signing something and the guard who was close to her begins to translate the signs. “Welcome all, the queen is delighted to see many of you here and looks forward to celebrating with you. Since Myla has become queen, the country of Atarius has become reclusive and relied on only herself and her people but now it is time to befriend her neighbors and come out of her reclusive state.”

A man from another country responds, “If Myla wants to befriend us, why won’t she talk herself? Or show her face at least?”

The guard’s hand slid to the hilt of his sword, “First off, it is Queen Myla to everyone here, you are in no position to disregard her title or disrespect her. She welcomed you into her kingdom. Secondly, watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. I will not hesitate to show you how to respect a lady. Finally, she owes no one an explanation. If you cannot respect that alone, you are free to leave and never return.”

Queen Myla had yet to move in response to the man’s comment. Her hand glided through the air to the guard’s arm. I watched as she traced something on his bicep. The guard only nodded and relaxed. Did they have a relationship? Is that why she rejected all?

As the night waltzed on, Queen Myla’s voice was never heard, but rather the guard voiced her words for her. I noted that she didn’t eat nor drink. Why? What was her reason for keeping her face covered?

At some point, my curiosity got the best of me. “Your majesty,” I began, “I mean no disrespect but I am dreadfully curious.”

Her head bowed for a moment, an invitation to ask my question.

“Why do you hide your face? Why do you not speak? Again, I mean no disrespect.”

Her hands glided through the air and the guard translated, “I hide my face for many reasons. One is for respect. If I were to show my feminine features, men would not respect me as much as they do, though I am still respected less than men are. By hiding my face, you have no way of seeing the femininity in my face, forcing you to ignore how I may look and respect me. This is why my dresses aren’t like dresses of women in other courts. As for my voice, I was mocked for my voice long before I became silent. It will not happen again.”

“Mocked? How?” I watched the guard, careful not to cross any boundaries.

“I was the only heir to the throne. My voice was soft and fragile. The court used to mock my voice, sneering at how soft it was. I was told to marry a man with a deep, strong voice as soon as I came of age so I wouldn’t have to make any decrees and would be taken more seriously.”

“Were you ever married?”

She shakes her head, “I didn’t wish to be married.”

I nodded, it was understandable. I didn’t want to be married either when I first became king. Probably for different reasons but nonetheless, I could understand. “Queen Myla, I brought you a gift.”

The guard rolls his eyes. He must’ve been tired of all her suitors bringing gifts.

I produced a small box made of midnight valadium. As I stand, I feel everyone’s eyes drift to the box. I thank my blacksmith for being good at crafting. As I handed her the box, the guard stiffens, watching me. I return to my seat and watch as he whispers to her.

Her head bows and she traces on his arm again. What did they say? Her hands glide over the lid and I know she’s admiring the box. I was right to have him engrave flowers. I noticed he had added a small proverb on the lid as well but it’d been too late to say anything. As her hands whirled through the air, the guard spoke, “Queen Myla says the box is beautiful. She loves the inscription as it rings true. Thank you kindly.”

“What’s the inscription?” Another guest asked. We’d all formally introduced ourselves earlier however, I hadn’t cared to pay attention. I was too busy admiring the castles interior. The queen had taste.

“Where there is love, there is hope.” The guard answered. I could hear venom in his voice. He was not pleased.

“Queen Myla,” I smiled, “Open the box, please?”

She nodded and opened it. Her gasp was barely audible as she gently lifted the flower out of the box. My heart gunned, hoping she was happy.

The yellow flower was just beginning to bloom. “I hope you like it. Happy birthday.” I beamed. Why was I happy over this. It was a simple flower as a gift. Well, a flower and a box.

She carefully set the flower down, and signed to a young servant. The servant nodded and left. Then she began signing to me which the guard translated, the venom dripping from his voice, “Queen Myla adores the gift. Flowers have always been among her favorite things.”

“I bet the royal garden is huge then, and lovely?”

Laughter poured from his throat, “No, we don’t have a royal garden.”

“Why not?” I tilted my head to the left.

“Queen Myla simply does not wish to have one. Her taxes are low so she doesn’t take from her people. She bought all the materials from the people of Atarius to give back to them. She believes having a garden strictly for herself would be a waste. However, the entire kingdom has a community garden. Everyone is allowed to eat the food grown and use the herbs. Farmers help tend to it.”

The next few days, we toured Atarius. The kingdom was beautiful. Most kingdoms have run down homes towards the boarders but not Atarius. Even the poorest had decent homes. I learned Queen Myla hated the idea of anyone living in poverty and did her best to ensure no one did. In return, her people were loyal. Many brought her gifts that varied from flowers to fresh baked pastries to jewelry.

She held nightly parties in which the entire kingdom attended or sent their blessings. The parties weren’t grand like others I’d attended. There was no fancy band playing music. No one to cater to you at the snap of a finger. There was a buffet of food prepared by the citizens. Even the queen had pitched in to help prepare the food.

Still, her voice was never heard. She hadn’t even slipped up and said anything. It seemed the entire kingdom knew her hand language. I suppose her voice wasn’t necessary if her people knew her language. I decided to learn her language in order to communicate with her.

On the fourth night of my stay, I asked her for a dance which she graciously accepted. As we danced, I spoke. I knew she wouldn’t respond vocally which was a bit disappointing. “I admire the way you run your kingdom. You run it well if you’re loved so much by your people. You said you were told your voice would make it harder to run a country. I don’t believe that. Your people love you dearly, I believe you’d still be respected.”

I tried to see through the veil that covered her face but even still, as close as I was I could not. “Do you think, while I am here, you could teach me your hand language?”

She nearly headbutt me when she nodded. Her eagerness was endearing. I wanted to know who silenced her and make them pay for their crime. She was nothing but admirable, how could someone be so cruel?

The days bled on and I spent every spare moment focusing on learning the hand language. I learned to say “thank you”, “please” , “hello”, and other simple phrases first. After a day of learning, I’d learned a bit. It was quite simple, though she had to slow her movements for me so I could keep up. By the end of the week, I could translate small sentences.

One day, as we were walking through the town, she and her guard were teaching me. He grew impatient and snapped at me. That’s when she slipped, “Warin! Patience!”

Two words. She silenced and excused herself. I watched as she left. Why had she snapped.

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quicksilversquared · 4 years

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A Very Jagged Take-Down Ch 3: The Last Lie

Marinette knows Jagged Stone, everyone knows that. She’s his favorite niece, never mind the fact that they aren’t actually related. And Jagged Stone is really famous, the exact kind of person that Lila loves claiming connections to.

That was never going to end the way Lila wanted it to.

(a collection of one-shots)

links in the reblog

Marinette had spent the past month getting everything absolutely perfect for Penny's birthday gift for Jagged Stone.

Shiny aluminum dragon scale beads shimmered and caught the light from between more muted scale-textured fabric on the slim-cut jacket. Uneven netting made the illusion of yet more scales, each texture carefully placed to make sure that it wouldn't impede Jagged Stone's guitar or piano playing. Marinette had gotten the idea from the Game of Thrones wardrobe and added her own spin, and she couldn't deny that both it and the pants that she had made- with the same fabric scaling texture wrapping around in uneven patches and lines- were absolute works of art.

(There had been so many hours spent frustrated as she worked at the texture, trying to get it to come out right, and then the actual pieces had taken ages, but- well, it was all worth it, both for her portfolio and for the check that she had gotten to cover the commission from Penny,)

And now- in only a couple of hours- Jagged Stone would have his birthday party and get to open his presents. The party wasn't in Paris- Jagged Stone's tour had him enjoying lovely summer weather in New Zealand while Paris shivered under a layer of snow and ice- and so obviously Marinette couldn't attend, but Penny had promised to send a video of Jagged Stone's reaction to his presents.

(Marinette was so glad that she- or rather, Penny- had paid for express shipping. Even with it, the package had only managed to arrive the day before, which was cutting it far closer than Marinette had wanted.)

"Are you going to make a piece for yourself that uses some of the dragon scale mail stuff?" Tikki wanted to know as Marinette anxiously waited for the text from Penny. "Or that texture? It turned out really cool."

"I think I'm going to give my fingers a break first," Marinette admitted with a laugh. "There was so much hand sewing on those pieces, my fingertips are pricked to bits. And it took up so much time- I haven't gone on any outings with my friends in forever, because I was trying to get that done. So I want to hang out with them a few times first, before everyone decides that I'm just flaking completely out on them, and then- yeah, I want to come up with some design to play around with."

"They wouldn't think that you're a flake if you hadn't decided to keep the commission and your gift for Jagged Stone a secret," Tikki pointed out. "I can understand why you wouldn't show anyone pieces in progress, so that the design wouldn't get leaked, but you could have told them that you had a commission for Jagged Stone, at least."

"And then everyone would be bugging me wanting to see it. No thanks." Marinette had considered it at first- after all, it would be a reminder to their class that she did know Jagged Stone, thank-you-very-much, and maybe if she said that one of Lila's stories about Jagged was a lie, people should actually consider listening- but then the cons had sunk in.

The pestering. The attempts to steal ("borrow") her sketchbook in hopes of getting a glimpse of the design. The snooping around her room- which would be a big problem now that she was also hiding the Miracle Box- to try to get a sneak peek at the piece. If she was especially unlucky, Lila or Chloe stealing or destroying her sketchbook out of jealousy.

It would be easy enough to admit to the commission after Jagged Stone had already gotten his present. That way, there would be no chances of sabotage. Then she could admit the reason why she hadn't been hanging out all month, everyone would stop complaining about her absence, and things would go back to normal.

(She had told Chat Noir, after her partner had dropped by her balcony while she was working on the texturing for the fabric scales, but he had been sworn to secrecy in return for a few pain au chocolat. Hopefully the rest of Paris never found out how incredibly easy he was to bribe.)

It was hard to do her homework with so much anticipation swirling around her gut, but Marinette forced herself through it. After all, as a superhero, she didn't exactly have time to spend just sitting around not getting her homework done, and there had been some projects that had been pushed aside towards the end of her present-sewing spree that Marinette had to get caught up on.

At least she had practice with shoving aside everything else in her life to focus on homework. Marinette had had to play catch-up after akuma attacks a few too many times for her to not know how to do that.

Two hours later, her email beeped with a new message. Marinette shoved aside her Chemistry practice problems at once, reaching for her computer mouse and opening the email from Penny.

Jagged LOVES his pants and jacket! the message read. They're absolutely gorgeous! He's gone to change into them right away because he just couldn't wait to wear them, so don't be surprised if you see a picture or two floating around on the Internet before long! Thank you so much for all of your hard work- I knew it was a fantastic idea to commission you!

Marinette had to laugh as she clicked on the video link and it started to play. That was so very Jagged, to be too excited about his new outfit to be able to wait.

Onscreen, Jagged Stone was opening a few presents, probably from his family and staff considering that they had been brought along on tour and weren't just waiting for Jagged Stone at his home studio. Marinette could tell the moment that Jagged spotted her present to him, because he lunged across the remainder of the pile to pounce on it at once. The wrapping paper- courtesy of Penny, because it was just more convenient to ship without extra packaging- went flying at once, the box was opened, and Jagged Stone crowed in delight as he pulled out the pants. A hand- Penney's by the look of it- slid another present to Jagged before he could run off and change into the pants. He opened that one eagerly, too- Marinette could just hear Penny over the music of the party telling him that she had commissioned her- and positively rocketed out of his seat with glee at the sight of the jacket.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jagged Stone exclaimed, He waved the pants and jacket at the camera. "I'm gonna go change! These are too amazing to not be wearing this very instant!"

Marinette laughed again as the video cut off. She closed the window, only to spot a new email from Penny, with a series of photos. Jagged Stone was wearing his new outfit, posing in it with the world's largest grin on his face.

She could breathe a sigh of relief, at least- everything fit just like it was supposed to. The jacket sat correctly, and the pants were a perfect fit, slim-cut but with enough room for him to move around and rock out. With one more grin, Marinette emailed Penny back, asking her to wish Jagged a happy birthday from her. With the email sent, Marinette could only beam up at the ceiling.

Mission complete. She could breathe easier now, knowing for sure that Jagged loved the pieces she made for him.

She couldn't wait to tell Alya.

"I can't believe you know the designer that did all of the Game of Thrones costumes, Lila! That's so cool!"

"Oh, what now," Marinette grumbled as she recognized Alya's voice. Couldn't she go one morning without hearing another new lie from Lila? Just once? "And why is she trying to claim a connection to a costume designer? I'm the only one that would be really interested in something like that."

Tikki was frowning as she peered out of Marinette's purse. "Marinette, she mentioned Game of Thrones. Isn't that the TV show where you got the idea for the dragon-scale patterning from?"

Marinette's stomach dropped. In a heartbeat, she knew exactly what Lila must be trying to claim. How dare she try to take credit for getting Jagged the jacket and pants that Marinette had spent hours slaving over, stealing Marinette's accomplishment away-

-but wait. There was no way that would stand. Maybe the paparazzi and the world had gotten a glimpse of Jagged Stone's birthday gift outfit already, but he probably hadn't felt like answering press questions on his birthday. If she knew Jagged Stone like she thought she did, he would no doubt gush to the press where, exactly, he had gotten the pieces, and who had made them, probably within the next day.

Marinette grinned. Lila had picked the wrong lie to tell for sure this time.

"Marinette, guess what?" Alya exclaimed as soon as Marinette stepped through the door to the classroom. Just as Marinette had suspected, everyone was clustered around Lila at the front of the room. Even Adrien, for once, but he seemed far more interested in the pictures that were being shown than he was in Lila's story. "Guess who Lila knows? She knows this really amazing costume designer who did a whole bunch of the Game of Thrones costumes, and she commissioned this really awesome jacket and pants combo from that designer for Jagged Stone for his birthday!"

"He clearly loves it if he ran off to change into it before the end of the party," Rose gushed. She beamed at Lila. "That was a really great idea for a gift, Lila!"

"Yes, well, it was a bit pricey even with my connections, since of course I wouldn't ask my friend to work for free, but since he and I are friends, I wanted to get a nice gift for him," Lila told them. "And since he has Fang, well- crocodile scales and dragon scales are pretty similar, right?"

Alya nudged Marinette. "Isn't it cool that she knows such a fantastic designer?" The implied be nice, maybe she can introduce you hung heavy in the air. "That jacket- it's incredible. I bet she has a lot of tricks and tips about design and sewing!"

Lila nodded, her hair bouncing. "Yeah, she's super talented! And I was lucky enough to actually get to help her with the jacket when she came through Paris a couple weeks back! I didn't do a lot, of course, because I didn't have the time, but it was super cool to see how the scales were made." Her eyes slid sideways to Marinette, a silent challenge that she was so sure that Marinette wouldn't take. "If you wanted, Marinette, I could maybe teach you some of the things that she taught me."

…yeah, okay, Marinette was not going to stand here and pretend to play nice with Lila, not even for the few hours it would no doubt take for Jagged Stone to tell the press who, exactly, had made the pants and jacket for him. Not when Lila was actively claiming credit like this, claiming that she had made part of the outfit when it was all Marinette's work.

Whelp. Time for her to step off of the high road and for the gloves to come off.

"That would be so nice, Lila," Marinette crooned, keeping her eyes on Lila's surprised face. Then her eyes narrowed. "Except for the fact that it's all complete bullshit."

There were gasps at that, and Marinette could feel Alya's hand tighten around her arm in a silent reprimand. Lila gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as though deeply offended. "Marinette! I was just trying to be nice, and this is how you-"

"Oh, save me the sob story." Marinette's eyes slid around the group and caught on Max and Markov, who was out and clearly listening. A conversation from a couple weeks back tickled at the back of her mind, and Marinette went for it. "Markov, you record video of things you see to review later, right?"

"I do!" Markov chirped, clearly pleased that she remembered. "And I usually retain the footage for one to five hours, depending on how common or uncommon a social interaction was."

"Can you retain the story Lila just told for a bit longer?" Marinette asked, ignoring how Alya's hold was getting tighter and tighter. "For a day, maybe."

"Of course!"

"Marinette," Alya hissed through gritted teeth. "Cut it out, Lila is trying to be-"

"After all, Jagged Stone is never quiet about the gifts that he likes or about giving credit where credit is due," Marinette continued, brushing Alya's hand off of her arm without sparing it a glance. "So I'm sure he'll tell the press about who actually gave him those gifts within twenty-four hours. So I'd like to have the footage of right now to make sure that your story doesn't magically change between now and then."

Lila blanched, then pasted her usual expression back on before anyone else could notice. "Actually, I asked him to keep it on the down-low right away- after all, I didn't want people flooding my other friend with requests, because she's starting work on wardrobe for a new movie soon. Besides, I don't need any public thank-yous. I know that he likes my gift, and that's enough."

Marinette didn't even bother hiding her eye roll that time. "Sure. And I'm the Queen of France." Brushing past the group, she headed over to her desk, ignoring the stares of her classmates.

She couldn't be surprised about that, really. After all, while Marinette had called out Lila's lies on a fairly regular basis before, it had always been more of a one-off comment, not- well, not her clearly calling Lila a baldfaced liar.

"That is not okay, Marinette," Alya hissed as she passed Marinette's seat. Apparently she was headed up to sit with Lila instead for the day. "I know you don't like Lila, but-"

"I'll accept 'sorry I didn't listen to you, Marinette' apologies in the form of fabric store gift cards once you realize that I'm right," Marinette told her instead of listening to Alya's scolding again. Alya scoffed.

"Well, when Lila is proved right you can apologize to her for not listening and to us for having to deal with this nonsense by taking us all out to lunch!" Alya shot back. "Lila loves this little seafood place a couple blocks away. I'm feeling hungry for their salmon bake already!"

"Don't hold your breath for it," Marinette muttered, but Alya had already flounced off, clearly entirely convinced that she was right.

Well. Marinette had more or less been kidding about the gift cards- after all, her allowance plus the money that she got from babysitting and commissions meant that Marinette wasn't exactly scrounging for money to buy the materials that she wanted for her projects- but if Alya was going to counter her joking suggestion with a completely serious response, then Marinette would gladly welcome a little extra fabric money.

Marinette turned back to the front, ignoring the looks that she was getting from the others around the room. Oddly enough, Chloe and Sabrina weren't sneering at her- in fact, they seemed to be hunched over Sabrina's tablet, which had the pictures of Jagged Stone pulled up on it. Chloe was tracing part of the picture, saying something quietly to Sabrina, and Marinette had to wonder what they were talking about. It wasn't as though the jacket was Chloe's style at all, so why were they finding it so interesting?

And then Marinette's gaze slid further around, and she practically had a heart attack when she saw Adrien turned around to face her, his chin propped up on his arms on top of her desk and his eyes sparkling.

"Hi, Marinette!" Adrien chirped, sounding incredibly cheerful and not at all bothered by Marinette abandoning the (incredibly ineffective) high road in favor of- well, calling out the bad guys. He grabbed his tablet, nudging it onto her desk. "I was looking at the picture of Jagged Stone's new jacket and- well, maybe it's not the highest-resolution photo in the world, but I thought I noticed your signature on it, like you did on the hat. Was Jagged Stone's outfit something you made?"

Next to him, Nino startled, glancing up from his notebook and back at Marinette.

"Yeah, I made it," Marinette told him, unable to hide her grin. Adrien had noticed her signature! He had looked closely enough at the jacket to notice it threaded in amongst all of the other patterns and textures going on. "Penny commissioned me for the jacket, and then I made the pants as a gift to go along with it. And I was going to tell people about it today, since I didn't want the news getting out early and spoiling the surprise, but Little Miss Lies-A-Lot decided to throw a wrench in that plan, apparently."

Adrien winced, then reached out to pat her hand comfortingly. "Well, at least you know that that lie isn't going to last long."

"Yeah," Marinette agreed. It was the light at the end of the tunnel, at long last. "Thank goodness."

Marinette headed back to school after lunch feeling much less excited about going there than she had that morning.

Maybe every passing hour brought her closer to the time when Jagged Stone would mention to the press where his gift had come from, but ugh were those hours ever dragging. Maybe Adrien knew the truth- and Nino did now too, since he had overheard her and Adrien talking about the pieces and the work that had gone into them and other possible applications of the dragon-scale patterning- but the rest of her classmates were apparently convinced that she was being unnecessarily mean to Lila and were acting accordingly.

(Marinette really liked the idea of scaled boots. She would have to poke through thrift shops for a base shoe, probably, but when they were finished? It would be killer.)

"Cheer up, Marinette, maybe Jagged Stone has said something already!" Tikki chirped when Marinette sighed again, her footsteps still absolutely dragging. "You know it's possible, since you were too busy helping in the bakery for the last part of lunch break to be able to check!"

"But it's not likely," Marinette pointed out. "I did check at the start of break, after all. Add in the time zone differences and the fact that Jagged is probably moving to a new place for his tour, and what are the chances?" She sighed. "And now I'll have to deal with Lila's new conspiracy theory about why I got so ticked off about the pants and jacket for the rest of the afternoon."

Lila's conspiracy theory, which Marinette had overheard Lila telling their classmates just before lunch and which was possibly one of the most maddening things about this whole mess, the thing that had made her go from being willing to wait the whole thing out to being more than a little impatient. Lila had told them that she thought that Marinette had probably wanted to claim for the credit for the jacket, because she was jealous of Lila's connection to Jagged Stone and wanted the attention for once. The tantrum-throwing, Lila had continued loftily, was probably just because Lila had told the truth before she could start spreading her lie.

Ugh.

Tikki giggled at that. "Yes, but just imagine the look on Lila's face when she realizes that you were actually the one to make the pieces! She'll be so shocked!"

Marinette certainly hoped so. It had taken everything in her not to turn around, march up to Lila, and inform her that actually, I DID make that outfit, and I have the receipts and progress photos to prove it!

She could have. But Lila would shove right back, and Marinette really hadn't felt like getting into another argument, not when she would get proven right without wasting her breath.

At least Marinette had Adrien to keep her sane. He knew the truth, just like Marinette, and understood why that particular story had been the straw to break the camel's back. He had wanted to know all about the process of making the jacket, and Marinette had been happy to comply. She even had in-progress shots, which meant that by the time classes let out, Nino had been convinced, too. He had been furious on her behalf, but had agreed that maybe it would be best to wait for Jagged to make some sort of comment instead of trying to argue with everyone else.

(After all- well, Marinette didn't want to risk seeing doubt in her friends' eyes if she tried to tell the truth and told them that she made the pieces. That- that would just hurt.)

With one last sigh- ugh, an akuma right now wouldn't be so bad, at least then she wouldn't have to listen to Lila 'answering' questions about what getting an on-set peek of TV shows was like- Marinette headed into school and up to the classroom.

Oddly enough, despite the fact that class was about to start, there were a lot of people missing. Alya wasn't back yet, or a lot of the other girls. Lila was there, though, and she smirked at Marinette as she came through the door. Clearly she was still riding the high of having gotten a reaction out of Marinette earlier.

Marinette smirked right back as she slid into her seat, Tikki's words coming back to her. Lila could gloat all she wanted, but that didn't change the fact that Marinette had made those pieces and the truth would come out. Even if it was taking longer than Marinette would have liked.

She was just being impatient, honestly. After sitting through months of Lila's nonsense, one day more was really nothing.

The afternoon bell rang, and Adrien twisted around in his seat to give Marinette a questioning look, glancing around at the empty seats before quirking an eyebrow. Marinette could only shrug in return.

After all, she didn't know where everybody was, either. Normally, she would have guessed that people had gotten distracted by a Lila-story in the cafeteria, but considering that Lila actually was in class, that clearly couldn't be it. She would suggest that Adrien ask Nino since Alya was his girlfriend, except Nino wasn't back yet, either.

...odd.

Before Marinette could spare much more of a thought to wonder where in the world everyone was, the door burst open and their missing classmates tumbled in. They practically swarmed Marinette's desk, pushing Alya to the front to drop a gift card in front of her.

Marinette blinked.

"Wait, what's going on?" Lila demanded, her voice shrill. "Why- why are you giving her a gift card?"

"Because, Lila," Alya started, her voice absolutely dripping ice, "Marinette was the one that made Jagged Stone's new outfit. The jacket was commissioned from her by Penny Rolling, and the pants were a gift directly from her."

"But- no, I already told you guys that she would claim that," Lila said with a titter. All of it came out too pinched, too high-pitched, too fake. "I knew Marinette would claim-"

"Jagged Stone told the press who it was from himself. Marinette never claimed anything." Alya cast a disparaging look at Lila. "Now I have to wonder how much of what you've told us is a lie. All of it, probably. Did you even leave Paris when you tried to claim that you were out traveling around the world?"

"The packages must have gotten mixed up," Lila tried, her voice climbing higher yet. Their other classmates were sending her dirty looks now, too. "The tags on them, I'm sure that they must have been switched-"

Chloe scoffed from her seat. "Right, and Marinette's signature just magically managed to jump from the pieces she made and onto your gifts, right? What a lame little liar."

…okay, Marinette was officially going to count herself impressed that Chloe had actually noticed her signature, because she had hidden it pretty well. That must have been what she and Sabrina had been looking at in the pictures earlier.

Maybe it wasn't that big of a surprise after all. Chloe had seemed annoyed by Lila's grand claims as of late, and Marinette wouldn't be surprised to hear that Chloe had wanted to discredit Lila and have her spot as the most connected person in the class back.

For once, Lila fell silent. Her face had gone pale. Alya spared her one more glance before rounding the desk and sitting in her regular seat.

"We all chipped in the price of what we would have ordered at the cafe," Alya explained as the rest of the students dispersed to their seats and Ms. Bustier headed up to the back to collect Lila, probably to march her straight to the office. "Food and drinks, and then- well, I at least threw in a bit extra, because we've been giving you a lot of grief about the whole Lila thing."

Marinette grinned, picking up the gift card. An amount was scrawled on the back, and- wow, it was not a small amount. Marinette was willing to bet that more people than just Alya had put in extra. Either that, or people had very expensive tastes. "Thank you."

"It's our apology to you. We should have listened to you earlier." Alya looked sheepish. "I was just too excited about all of the potential scoops that I could get from Lila, I didn't stop to fact-check and really think about what she was saying. I'll do better in the future, I promise."

Marinette could only beam. This was what she had been waiting for.

"So…" Alya started, leaning forward with her eyes alight. Marinette quirked an eyebrow back at her. "You dressed Jagged Stone and made the coolest jacket and pants that I've ever seen! What was that like? Nino says that you have progress photos- can I see them before Ms. Bustier gets back from the office? I want to hear all about it!"

With a laugh, Marinette pulled out her phone and swiped to the photos that she had taken. "Of course! So a couple months ago, Penny approached me about designing something…"

Maybe it would take a couple weeks for them to really get past all of this and for their friendship to fully recover, but Marinette was confident that they could. Alya had no doubt learned a few lessons about listening to Marinette, and something told Marinette that Lila was going to get in no small amount of trouble, potentially even getting kicked out of their school. Even if she didn't, Lila's power was gone. No one would believe her now.

And that was how it was meant to be.

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Birthday Treat Part 3

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, threesome smut

Bright sun pulled you from a deep slumber. You buried your face in the pillow, turning away from the rays. A wide expanse of flesh welcomed you as you finished the roll. Steve’s strong jaw, sporting two days of stubble nuzzled into your temple. His voice was thick with sleep. “Hey, Beautiful.”

“Hey.” Your arms snaked around him and you realize the two of you were alone. “Where did Bucky go?”

“You’ll see.” The smile was evident in his voice. “He’ll be back in a while.”

“Okay,” You stretched. Feeling a delightful soreness, and a pleasant relaxation, you smiled to yourself. Waking up with nothing to do and in the arms of one of your favorite people, made for a great birthday gift. “Thank you for this.”

His lips pressed to your forehead, feeling relax and lazy. Something not commonly achieved in his life, even briefly. “Buck is right. We’re the ones who should be thanking you.” He curled into you just a little bit more. “I really have been a selfish shit. I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?” Cuddling with Steve always felt so good. He just fit.

“It’s always been about what I need, or what didn’t think I could give, or when it’s convenient for me. Looking back, I’ve been pretty awful.” Steve sighed. “I see how Bucky does things, just little things, throughout the day and I can tell how it makes you feel. When he gets you coffee, or double checks your gear, or just goes to you first to make sure you’re okay.”

“First off,” You found his hand, entwining your fingers with his. “All the time we’ve spent together has not just been about what you need. You’ve helped me through my fair share of crap too. And I’ve always accepted that you didn’t want to make our relationship known. I get that you have obligations. I understand that being the team leader makes it even more complicated. I knew what I was getting into.”

You sighed. “As for the stuff Bucky does, yes, the little things do make me feel better. I get to do those things for him too. I don’t have to keep things bottled up until no one is looking. It’s nice.” You bit your lip, unsure about admitting the rest. “It makes it hard to have to hold back with you. I want you to be able to have those little moments, too.”

“I know.” Steve sighed. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. We’ll figure something out.”

Your stomach rumbled, making you giggle.

“Hungry?” Steve laughed.

“Well, you guys helped me burn through a few calories.”

“Stay here.” Steve got up and padded from the room, not bothering to cover himself.

You happily watched that perfect ass walk across the cabin, leaning over the edge of the bed to keep him in your sight as long as possible. Once he was out of sight, you got up for a second. Fluffing up the pillows and straightened out the tangle of sheets and blankets, you finally crawled back on the bed.

Steve came back in with a tray and a smile. “This should hold us over until Buck gets back.”

Fruit, little scones, and ramekins of different jams and whipped cream. You snagged a strawberry and popped it in your mouth. He set the tray down on the bed, crawling up beside you. He watched you devour a couple of the scones and a piece of pineapple.

You licked the juice off your fingers, “You’re not eating. Aren’t you hungry?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth tipped up. He dipped his finger in the raspberry jam and delicately spread it across your nipple. His eyes remained locked on yours as he leaned forward and licked your flesh clean. He smiled, licking his lips. “That’s good.”

Dipping his finger in the strawberry jam, he spread it across the other nipple. This time, you caught his hand. Bring it to your mouth, you sucked his finger clean. A satisfied rumble came from deep in his chest. He knelt above you and sucked at your breast, cleaned away all stickiness and bringing your nipple to a near painful peak.

“Mmm,” He kissed your lips. “That was good too. I might have to sample those again.”

He nipped his way down your neck, and you ran you fingers down his chest and over his stomach. Steve sat back on his heels. Biting a strawberry in half, he slowly chewed while he dipped it in the whipped cream and used the fruit to paint the peaks of your breasts. He almost ate the rest of strawberry, pausing at his lips, he instead held it out for you to take.

You pulled it into your mouth, chewing and swallowing down the juicy sweet fruit. Steve watched your mouth, licking his own lips. He lowered his head, licking, sucking and nibbling your flesh. Your fingers combed through his hair and he worked his way lower.

He spread your legs, mouth nibbling at the sensitive skin at the junction of your hip, fingers slipping through your wetness. He spread your lips, lapping at your opening. Your back arched. Steve sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around the sensitive nub, pulling at it with tight lips. Sucking and humming, he buried his face between your legs with enthusiasm.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” You panted. The pleasant tension coiling in your core began to spread heat throughout your body. He slipped his fingers into your cunt, curling against the spot he knew so well. “Holy shit!”

Steve’s head came up, smiling at you, hand not stopping. His head cocked to one side for a moment, but before you could ask he sucked hard on your clit again. Your back arched, eyes locking shut. “Fuck!”

“You got started without me.” Bucky’s easy drawl made your eyes open. He walked over to the side of the bed, just out of your reach. He just stood there, smiling. “Make her come, Stevie. I want to watch.”

You actually felt Steve chuckle against your clit. It sent vibrations through your whole body. Your eyes locked with Bucky’s as Steve stole your breath away. You were so close. Wanting more, your pulled at your nipples, massaged your tits.

Bucky’s eyes raked over you, from the fever in your eyes to where your toes curled over Steve’s back. He released himself from his jeans, stroking his heavy cock. Steve’s fingers took on a new pace and your orgasm hit your hard, without warning.

A strangled cry tore from your throat and flooded across Steve’s face and hand. He nipped his way up your body, plunging his cock deep inside you as his mouth claimed yours in a fevered kissed. Steve pumped into you hard and fast, bringing on a second orgasm almost immediately.

“Ah fuck!” Steve pulled away from you before he came. He sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him. You straddled his lap. He rocked his hips, sliding his cock along your entrance. Bucky’s mouth rained hot wet kisses over your shoulder. One of your hands came up to tangle in his hair, the other held onto the back of Steve’s neck.

“What do you want, Sweetheart?” Steve kissed your jaw.

“Where do you want us, Doll?” Bucky’s voice dripped sinful promise.

“I want you both.” You purred. Kissing Steve, all teeth and tongues, you breathed into his mouth. “I want you in my cunt.” Turning your head, Bucky’s mouth crashed onto yours, demanding, almost violent. He bit your lower lip and you groaned. “Fuck my ass.”

Bucky dropped to his knees, pulling your hips further out onto Steve’s knees and spreading you wide. He buried his face in your cunt, lapping and sucking, making you shake. Steve’s fingers pulled at nipples as his teeth worked at your throat.

As Bucky got up, Steve pulled you forward, impaling you on his cock. He laid back and thrust up into you. You ran your tongue over his chest. His fingers knotted in your hair. Bucky’s lubed fingers slid over your ass. Oh fuck. He was using his left hand. The metal of fingers, slicked with the lube felt even cooler than usual.

He slipped his fingers inside you, preparing you. A hard smack came down over your ass, just before his cock pressed into your ass. You gasped, but he put his left hand around your throat.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Oh shit,” Bucky growled. “So fucking tight.”

“Move, dammit.” Your fingers dug into Steve’s chest. “Fuck me.”

Steve’s hand on your hip tightened. He pounded into you deep. “You want this pretty little cunt fucked?”

“Yes!”

“And this gorgeous tight ass,” Bucky’s thrust in time with Steve. “You want it fucked?”

“Yes!”

It was overwhelming. So full. So much sensation. The heat. The smell of sex and Steve and Bucky. Every nerve felt on fire.

“And what about this?” Bucky squeezed your throat a bit tighter, twisting your head back. You cunt clenched. Steve pinched you nipple hard. You began to shake.

“Oh, fuck!” Your voice was raw, deep. You knew what you wanted. “Give it, oh shit, to me. Ah, fuck, now! Fill me up!”

All your sense fried. So deep. So tight. Skin slapped on skin. Moans filled your ears. All the coiled tension snapped. You cried out. Pounding hard, until everyone collapsed. No one sure who came first.

You breath still came in little pants, but Steve was laughing beneath you. Bucky lay face down on the bed beside you. Steve reached over and picked up a piece of pineapple. “Your hair is in the food.”

“Ah,” Bucky slowly stood up. “It’s okay. I need another shower anyway.” He lift you off of Steve and swept you up in his arms. “Come on, Doll. We’ll shower while Stevie cleans up his breakfast mess.”

“Hey!” Steve called out, but he didn’t move either. It was okay. He would clean up. He closed his eyes, after a short nap.

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trufflerabbit13 · 4 years

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A Dove’s Ripped Wings | Prologue

Prologue:

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THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Volleyball was part of Ibato Chiaki's life before she could even walk. Instead of a teddy bear, she slept with a round, fluffy, cotton stuffed ball that was colored blue and yellow. Her pajamas consisted of old, no longer used uniforms from all three of her older brothers plus her own father. Her present for her very first birthday was a specially ordered volleyball jersey with Ibato #4 written on the back, something each of her brothers also had with their own numbers. Her parents even had it, only theirs' were labeled Mom and Dad on it. If someone asked who her favorite cartoon character was, she would instantly respond with Vabo-chan, a volleyball mascot which wasn't even considered a cartoon character.

It was inevitable, seeing as every single person in her family had something to do with the sport. Her own father, Ibato Hiroto, was a former representative athlete for Japan who played in the Olympics, now a coach at a male Division 1 team. Her mother, Ibato Minako, was a physical therapist who worked closely with athletes that represented Japan. Her older brothers, the eldest Ibato Minato, had played the sport throughout his life. And the same for the twins, Ibato Taiga and Ibato Kouga.

When Chiaki was born, her mother was delighted, relieved that she had finally gotten a female in the family. She had expected frills, dress up, and gossips, something she craved from her only daughter.

Chiaki's presence was surprising and unexpected, it had already been four years since she had given birth to the twins. Minako had thought she was done, however, while not planned, Chiaki was nonetheless a blessing that the mother of three boys had desperately wanted. But before she could initiate all the daughter and mother bonding she had planned, from right underneath her nose, her husband and sons had dragged little Chiaki into the courts.

And before Minako could do anything, Chiaki was in love with the sport. The little brunette with droopy grey eyes followed after her brothers, constantly watching them play and joining whenever she was allowed.

While Minako was slightly bitter about it, Hiroto laughed and cheered in glee. Of course, his little princess was going to play volleyball. And he was sure she was going to be good at it having three older brothers and him teaching her personally.

And hell, did she become good at it.

"Aki-senpai! It's all thanks to you we won nationals again this year! Like did you see the last spike? It went like 'whoosh!' And then 'Kaboom!' The opponent team didn't even know what hit them! Of course, it's expected from our ace and captain, but it was so awesome!" One of Chiaki's underclassmen gleefully cheered. Others chimed in agreement, happy smiles painted on their faces as they walked in a group.

Chiaki only smiled in response, her droopy eyes watching her teammates fondly as they spoke, all of them in a good mood with the victory of today's game.

"The boys gotta step up their games, maybe we girls should teach you some tricks. Kanoka-senpai, don't you agree?" In a teasing tone, the libero of the team Takahashi Misaki, a second-year girl, questioned as she playfully nudged the boy who walked beside her.

In response, the spiky raven-haired second year, Kindaichi Yūtarō scowled, shoving her back playfully, "no way. I won't learn crap from a shorty like you! Don't you think we're doing just fine, Kanoka-senpai?"

The short-haired female who walked beside Chiaki was slightly taken aback that she was suddenly dragged into the conversation. She swiftly turned around with her round eyes widened. She looked between her libero and the boy who spoke to her. Chiaki watched with amusement as her vice-captain stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

"U-Um, I think you're doing very well, K-Kindaichi-kun... B-But improvement is always something we should strive for...." Amanai Kanoka muttered, her cheeks tinting a slight pink, embarrassed with all the eyes on her.

Seeing this, the boy with his hair parted in the middle hit Kindaichi, a small frown on his face. "Stop causing trouble to Kanoka-senpai. And don't be too loud, remember you're not the main today. We're here to celebrate the girls' team's victory and officially send off the third years that are graduating soon." While having an indifferent expression, Kunimi Akira had a brief look of sadness in his eyes as he looked at all of the third years that walked with them.

In response, Kindaichi whined, "I know, Kunimi! But man, the last game was so quick! I'm glad the girls were able to win against their opponent without any issues. Especially because of who they were. Shukho Middle School, right?"

At his words, everyone became quiet, a worried look appearing on all of their faces. Chiaki is quick to notice, her eyebrows furrowing for a split second as she looked at her friends in question. None of them see her gaze and silent confusion, all of them seem to be thinking about the same things. Chiaki, on the other hand, is as clueless as she was a minute ago and finally looks at the boy who was silently walking beside her.

"Tobi-kun, what is everyone talking about?" Chiaki softly questions, speaking up for the first time. This immediately catches everyone's attention, including Kageyama Tobio, a second-year who walked beside her.

"I don't know, Aki-senpai. I'm just hungry," the dark-haired boy comments, seeming to be eager to hurry to the Okonomiyaki place they have a reservation at.

Kindaichi gasps, his eyes wide, "of course, it's expected that Kageyama wouldn't know, but you too, Aki-senpai? There's been a bad rumor going around that Shukho's team is associated with bad people and have caused issues with their past opponents."

Kanoka nods in agreement as Chiaki shifts her gray gaze to her fellow Wing Spiker, the short-haired girl adding on. "Y-Yeah... While it's only a floating rumor, I've heard many people talking about it at the tournament. Some of them were saying that Shukho's captain's boyfriend is a high school student that is part of a local yakuza group. And words say, he has threatened the opponent teams, and that's why they were able to become the finalist with us..." Kanoka's eyes widened in fear as she wrapped her arms around her body, hugging herself for comfort.

Kageyama, who was listening, snorted as he rolled his eyes nonchalantly, "that explains why they were so weak... They're just cowards," the boy grumbled, making a face of distaste.

This makes Kindaichi glare at his teammate, sending him a stink eye. "Well, yeah. But if the rumors are true, isn't it scary?! Like I wouldn't want anything to do with any yakuza. When we were watching on the stands, even from where I was, I could see how much the opponent team was glaring at Aki-senpai! So scary..." The boy dramatically shivered, earning a small laugh from everyone else.

Silently, Chiaki was in her own mind, thinking about Kindaichi's words. I just assumed I was just imagining they were glaring a lot, but I guess it was not just me thinking that... But I can't even remember the opponent team's captain's face, although we shook hands. Chiaki hummed as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's okay, Kindaichi-kun. There's nothing to be scared about, the game is over, and they didn't do anything to us in the end," the brunette speaks gently as she sends a smile at the slightly shorter boy. In response, Kindaichi's cheeks flushed, seeming to be a bit embarrassed under the older girl's gaze.

During this time, the girls all send a disbelieving look to their captain. The libero smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand and stopped walking, catching Chiaki's attention.

"Aki-senpai! Are you serious? When we all went to the restroom, they picked a fight with us!" Misaki exclaimed, making Chiaki tilt her head to the side in silent confusion.

Her reaction makes the girls all sigh, some of them shaking their heads.

"Aki-chan, they kinda confronted you," Kanoka spoke to her friend with concern in her round eyes, "remember, the captain was like, 'it would really be a shame if one of you guys got seriously injured.' I think that was a threat."

The other girls nod in agreement while Chiaki only blinks, pursing her lips. "I thought they were just saying that for idle talk. I didn't even realize they were our opponents."

This makes everyone sweat drop, looking at the tall female in disbelief.

Misaki snorts as she shakes her head, "no, it was definitely a threat. When you agreed to her and thanked her for her concern, her face was so scary. It was like an ogre!"

This makes everyone laugh, the atmosphere becoming a slightly bit more pleasant.

"Either way, in the end, Kitagawa Daiichi won. We shouldn't be concerned about what happened," Chiaki comments, smiling at her team, who nods in agreement.

However, Chiaki's gaze shifts to her side as a hand tugs on her jacket lightly. The brunette turns her attention to the raven-haired boy who sent her a look of concern.

"You still need to be careful, Aki-senpai," Kageyama grumbles, letting go of her jacket quickly.

Chiaki's grey eyes narrowed fondly at the slightly shorter boy, her hand landing on his head and affectionately ruffling it although he released a whine of a complaint as his cheeks flushed.

"S-Senpai! Please stop it! I'm not a child!" Kageyama groaned, ducking away from his senior, who only had a small smile on her face.

"Only when you grow taller than me, Tobi-kun. You'll soon exceed my 176 cm (5'8 ft), and I won't be able to do this," Chiaki gently sent Kageyama a smile that made his cheeks tint a darker pink as he looked away.

The conversation between the middle school students carried on as Chiaki silently listened to them. However, at the light they were waiting, the female feels a familiar buzz in her pocket, letting her know she received a text message.

Looking at her screen, a smile spreads across her face as she sees the sender, swiftly reading what he said.

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Hajime-senpai: Congrats on winning for the girls. Kusokawa and I were watching at the stadium. Are you guys going to the okonomiyaki place as usual? If that's the case, we'll treat the girls for today's victory.

Received: 5:12 pm

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Seeing the bright smile of Chiaki's face, Kageyama looked at her in question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Hajime-senpai and Oikawa-senpai said they'll treat the girls to okonomiyaki for their victory," while not loud, Chiaki's voice could be heard to all of them. An immediate ring of cheer from the girls is heard as Chiaki messages Iwaizumi back, her heart swelling as she thought about being able to see her favorite upperclassmen who had graduated last year.

Excited chatters are exchanged by everyone, many of them thrilled about being able to see their graduated senpais again.

"Both of them go to Seijoh right now, right? Most people who went to Kitagawa Daiichi ends up going there. Man, I heard they're both on the starting team already!" Kindaichi comments excitedly, a bounce to his step at the prospect of being able to ask questions related to volleyball in high school to his former senpais.

Kunimi nods in agreement as his gaze shifts to the two third-years who walk near him. "Talking about senpais and highschool, Kanoka-senpai, Aki-senpai, have you two decided which high school you'll be going to next year?"

The two girls share brief eye contact, knowing the answers to the question seeing as they've both discussed this exact topic to each other in the last few weeks.

"While Seijoh was also a choice, I decided I'll go to Niiyama Girls' High, they have a pretty strong volleyball team there," Kanoka explains with a bright smile. "And it's fairly close to where I live, so it's convenient."

At her explanation, many of them nod in understanding. Their gaze turns to the female who walks beside Kanoka, Chiaki nodding at the information. "I was also thinking about Niiyama as an option because of their reputation. However, there were a lot of choices, I've received a lot of scholarship offers. Some were even from out of the prefectures like Inarizaki and Itachiyama. Seijoh also gave me one. But in the end, I decided that I'll go to Shiratorizawa because they gave me the best offer and it's still fairly close by," the brunette calmly explained. "While it's inconvenient that it's mandatory to live in one of the numerous dormitories they have, Shiratorizawa really is an amazing school. Both academically as well as for the sports program they have. And my twin brothers went there a couple of years ago, and they both told me how powerful their volleyball team is."

"Wow! Isn't their entrance exam super hard?" Misaki questioned with her eyes shining in excitement and awe at the information her captain shares with them.

Chiaki nodded with a small smile. Her teammates didn't miss the way their captain's eyes shined brightly, not being able to hide the excitement as they talked about her future school.

Many of them start talking about their dream high school, and Chiaki silently listens to all of them with a fond smile. Especially Kageyama, as he uncharacteristically begins to explain why Shiratorizawa was the school he wanted to go to.

They're all walking down a small road, nearing where their favorite okonomiyaki place is located. While the street was big enough for all of them to walk together, when a car comes, they're all forced to shuffle to the side. While inconvenient, they walk in a single file line for a brief moment before stretching out again when the car moves on. Kageyama is still eagerly talking, and while the other seemed to be getting a bit tired at his endless rant, Chiaki intently listened to her underclassmen. However, her attention shifts away from him when her ear catches the sound of a scream. It wasn't loud, and many of her friends don't seem to have heard it and continue to walk as they converse.

The brunette briefly turns back, and her eyes widened in surprise as she sees a motorcyclist speed down the road, almost hitting other pedestrians who dodge with yelps of surprises. By then, the engine's loud sound makes most of them turn back and move out of the way in shock.

Except for Kageyama, who was still busily speaking.

Chiaki's hand shot out quickly, grasping Kageyama's jacket roughly and pulling him out of the way of the speeding vehicle. The female could hear her own heart in her ears, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she sees that the boy is perfectly fine although looking a bit pale.

What she and none of her fellow schoolmates expected next was for the motorcycle to do a swift u-turn, speeding back at them at an alarming pace. It takes another second for Chiaki to realize that the motorcyclist was aiming for them on purpose.

It happens in just a second. Chiaki was moving quicker than anyone else, the others only realizing then that the motorcyclist was aiming to hit them. To the young captain, it almost felt like it was happening in slow motion. Her hands and arms stretched forward and shoving Misaki, who was on the motorcycle's direct path. Chiaki can only briefly see the female she pushed falls to the floor, rolling away from the vehicle that was about to crash into her.

It takes only another second for her own body to feel the impact, and then the pain that shoots down her whole right side of her body. And then everything was happening so fast as if it didn't feel like slow motion a mere second ago.

The loud scream is deafening, and Chiaki wasn't sure if it came out of her own or her teammates' and friends' mouths.

The second impact is from the floor. Her shoulder and head smacked into the cold concrete ground, her body bouncing like a rag doll and rolling a couple of times before coming to an abrupt stop. The brunette could no longer feel her legs or arms, her mouth opening, and closing, although no sounds came out.

Black dots appeared in Chiaki's sight. She wheezed, desperately trying to suck air into her lungs. She isn't able to as the taste of salty copper fills her mouth as she gurgles, it dripping down the side of her lips at the movement. The warmth of her own blood on her skin is a drastic difference to the winter air of February that bites into her cheek.

Even with her blurry gaze, she recognized the panic-stricken face of Kageyama peering down at her, screaming something. His voice and words didn't reach her ears. Instead, Chiaki's head was filled with high pitch ringing that made her feel nauseous.

The injured female's grey orbs shifts to a new presence that appears in her sight. Beside Kageyama's youthful face, a slightly older boy, Oikawa Tōru, peers down at her.

In the past, she only interacted with Oikawa when Iwaizumi was involved seeing as he was his best friend. But without saying much, Chiaki had a feeling the former Kitagawa Daiichi boy's volleyball captain didn't exactly like her although he always kept a smile on his face. Like her, he probably only tolerated her presence because of Iwaizumi. Chiaki never did like his fake smiles. For that reason, the expression on Oikawa's face as he looked down at her was slightly refreshing. Something different from those fake, unpleasant smiles.

The usually cheeky boy's caramel orbs are filled with fear as he touches her cheek with his hand. Even with a clouded mind, Chiaki could tell it was trembling.

His mouth moves, but Chiaki can't understand him. She blinks once, the black spots increasing even more. And the next time she blinked, everything turned pitch black as she lost consciousness.

A/N

Hey Hey Hey! Welcome to the prologue of A Dove's Ripped Wings!

Being very honest, I know this is a bad idea starting a new fiction for a whole new different anime seeing as I never finish writing for them.... but I lost to the temptation as I finally began watching and reading Haikyuu during this quarantine and summer.

I just fell in love with all these characters, and what can I say, I'm a sucker for sports anime. A real sucker. Anyhow, the disclaimer is Haikyuu does not belong to me, only the OC do along with their character plot. Another disclaimer would be that I have absolutely no experience in volleyball, only playing a little bit when I was like 10 with friends, so as I read the manga and do research, I am learning. So if you find anything wrong in the storyline regarding the sport/game, please forgive me and gently point it out so I can hopefully correct it.

Also, some people may have already noticed but this is two years before the manga/anime plotline, which means all the first years such as Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, are still only in their second year of middle school. And our main protagonist is a third-year middle school student. I will definitely post the picture of character stats, but I can't do that right now without revealing the plot. So we'll probably have to go around ten to fifteen chapters in before that happens.

Another note is, this story is probably going to be similar to a lot of stories you may have read. Like, I'm sure you've all read fanfics of the oc becoming the manager because it's the most convenient way to place a female in a male's team. Honestly, it's nearly impossible to write an extremely original plot in an established story when so many fanfic writers exist. I promise you, I'm not plagiarizing, it's just there are only a few things I can do if I'm following the plot of the anime/manga.

If Haikyuu was a story part of the magic and mythical fantasy world, I'm sure there'll be more original creative things I can add, but sadly it's not like that and to continue to be realistic in their word, what I can write about gets limited. While this story will most likely be canon, I may add more scenes just to help the characters build and create relations, so warning. I'll try my best to make it entertaining!

Also, as of right now, I don't have any shipping in mind, so as the story goes on, I'm gonna have to decide if romance is going to be necessary or not. Tbh, I can't really think about a character to fit our lovely OC Ibato Chiaki as of right now. Maybe we'll figure something out, or there will be a crowd favorite. Okay, I'm lying. There is a character I'm thinking of but honestly, idk if I'll go with it. Gotta see all of you're reactions.

For this specific book, I'm going to aim for around 5.0 k to 6.0 k word count for each chapter so updates may be a bit slow. As of right now, if I'm posting this, it means I probably have a steady amount of chapters already written.

Once again, thank you for taking the time and picking up this book. And I hope you enjoy this ride!

Next update, Chapter 1 | Ripped Wings will be on 2020. 7. 24

-Ember 2020. 7. 10

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timebuzzer · 3 years

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Ever After Chapter 9.6

3rd Person

Alex went back to the dressing room to change to a white shirt. Annie and Elvz thought they were done but were surprised when Alex asked for a retouch.

"You have another performance? I thought we're leaving? Do you still need to be pretty for us? Alex, no one else needs you to be pretty, it's just us." Elvz asked.

"Ani..." Alex was interrupted.

"Ani, Sage is there. So the gift needs to be pretty." Annie hinted.

"Gift?" Elvz asked innocently.

"Sage's birthday was last week, right? Is this your birthday gift?" Annie teased then the two laughed after Elvz got what she meant.

"I see...We saw him too when we peeked from backstage and OMG! He's so hot in his military uniform, with all the sweat he wiped when he came." Annie remarked with widened eyes.

"He was still fully clothed but he was oozing with hotness already. I can already see his biceps beneath his uniform... especially, after all his military training." Elvz exclaimed as she covered her mouth to control herself.

Immediately after, Elvz and Annie shrieked together, jumping while holding each other's hands.

"You know what, my husband was not fit before enlistment. But when he came out, oh la la. I didn't know he could have some abs and toned muscles." Then she added, "Though he only got 4-pack abs. But I'm not complaining. From none to 4? That's a dream come true all ready. And besides, he was only assigned as a police officer."

"Is that the reason why you married him immediately after his enlistment? His muscles and abs?" Aira joked as she checked Alex's face.

"Yes! Too bad, after 5 years, his 4 pack abs were non-existent anymore. Only single one remained. His abs are like "once upon a time" now." Elvz narrated feeling defeated.

They all laughed at her. But they know she was just kidding. She loved her husband dearly, with or without abs.

"Going back, so how much more for Sage? Army training is different and more intense. He already had 6 before enlisting..."

"8..." Alex corrected, which was her mistake. So she added, "I think?". But it's too late now because the trio began teasing her endlessly. The riot officially sparked again.

"So you checked him out?" Elvz inquired with widened eyes.

"He had a topless scene in After All..." Alex replied with the simplest and innocent answer she could with blushed cheeks, avoiding eye contact.

"Of course, you will check your man's assets properly", Annie added as she looked at her thru the mirror.

"So you are a part-time accountant now, Alex?" Aira teased her as she sat down to the nearest chair.

"Accountant Alex, if you are willing, you could share your annual report about Sage's asset so we could assess it all together? The financial growth, the return of investment, and all... We would gladly listen, if only you want." Elvz pleaded once more.

Alex was blushing while changing her clothes as she listened to the two, and of course, her imagination was also activated. The riot only stopped because of a knock on the door. Aira immediately hushed the two.

"Ms. Elle, General Yoon is asking for your presence in his office."

"Okay. We'll follow in a minute." Aira said dismissed the officer with a smile.

Elle and Aira then went to Mr. Yoon's office.

"Thank you so much for gracing our invitation, Elle. We really appreciate your performance. You made our soldiers look so comforted and happy." General Yoon sincerely thanked her while the duo occupied the seats in front of his table.

"It's my honor, General. I'm glad that I made them happy." Alex replied with a genuine smile.

"You also gave 2 bonus songs. If you have any request today, I would gladly grant it as a token of my appreciation."

"Hmmm, actually there is, General Yoon."

"What is it? You can tell me."

"A friend of mine is currently assigned here. If he's not on duty as of the moment, could I request to see him? I mean, he is actually a family friend and his mom knew that I will be performing here today so she sent something for him. But if it's against the rules sir, then I would understand."

"May I ask the name of the friend you would like to see Miss Elle, if he's not on duty then you can see him, that won't be a problem. I gave you my word, and I'm bound to keep it, so feel free to tell me."

"It's Mr. Sage Kim General Yoon." Alex declared while stroking her fingers on her lap trying to hide her nervousness.

After hearing the name, he responded, "Okay, I'll send someone to fetch him." He then dialed a number on his telephone.

"Major Park, can you check the schedule of Mr. Sage Kim and see if he's not on duty as of the moment?... Oh, okay, send him to the private visitor's area....okay."

After the call, he instructed, "I'll leave the three of you in one of our VIP meeting rooms later. As much as you could stay here in my office, I know you might be needing some privacy."

"Thank you so much, General, for your consideration." Aira smiled in appreciation of the general.

"We won't take long because we still need to go back to the capital immediately because Elle has an early schedule tomorrow."

"Oh, how hardworking Elle is. Well if you'll be leaving after this visit, could I request a picture and autograph from Elle for my daughter? She's a fan and a shipper. So as my wife. They've watched your drama. They are already bombarding me with messages about why I didn't invite them here today. So if you won't mind..."

"Sure thing, General Yoon." Elle agreed in delight without a second thought.

"But a gentle request, Sir. Please do not post the photo of them together. It might arouse issues and this might put Elle in a bad light if this goes out to the media." Aira reminded him. She didn't want to have another dispute with the CEO. And another issue would be troublesome.

"I know. Trust me, this will solely be for my wife and daughter and I would tell them that this picture would be highly classified. Thank you very much." General Yoon assured with a serious look.

They then took a photo. Elle signed a photocard. She even gave a signed album. After signing, someone knocked on the door.

It was Sage.

When he entered the room, he expected to see the general alone. But to his surprise, he saw Aira and across her seat was Alex...his wife.

His heart started to pound like a hardly beaten drum but he had to maintain his composure. He's wearing his military uniform.

Their eyes met. Alex saw longing, love, so as confusion in his eyes. But both of them managed to look like casual friends who met after a long time and the general did not sense anything out of the ordinary.

"For childhood friends, you don't look that close." General Yoon remarked.

"We are very close, Sir." Sage responded after his salute.

Everyone laughed and since Sage was there, he was immediately asked to sign and do photo ops. After their short fan meeting moment, the General lead the three, in a small meeting room then left.

As the door closed, Aira immediately turned into a supportive bestfriend and said,

"Okay, I will turn my back on you two. You can kiss. I know you miss each other. Just tell me if you're done. I'll cover my ears too. Just tone it down."

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jenniboo311 · 3 years

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Hot Ones: Spider-Man Tries Not to Spill His Secrets While Eating Hot Wings

by jenniboo311

Part 1 of the Hot Ones: Avengers in the Hot Seat series, Part 1 of the Social Butterfly Spidey series

Teen | 17416 Words | Chapter 2/3

A nondescript grey metal door opens to admit Happy Hogan, dressed in his typical sunglasses and dark suit, who removes his sunglasses and cautiously peers around before settling his gaze on Sean Evans, who is chatting with two crew members. He marches towards him with purpose and clears his throat to gain his attention. The conversation ceases and they turn to Happy.

Sean offers him a hand to shake and they exchange names and greetings. Happy explains that he will be attending the interview to act as security. After the pleasantries are observed, Sean looks behind Happy at the closed door and asks him in a puzzled manner, "Is the guest of honor not joining us?"

"He'll be along shortly," Happy explains, "Something came up. Something usually does."

Sean gives him an uncertain smile and his eyebrows crease in confusion while Happy rolls his eyes.

"In the meantime we can go over the ground rules," Happy continues. "Spider-Man has agreed to be interviewed and filmed on your show. His identity is to remain concealed and he will not be removing his mask at any point. I've been assured by Mr. Stark's legal team that you have all signed the non-disclosure agreements that were sent over last month. Please keep in mind should you hear or see something that you shouldn't hear or see, that Tony Stark has better lawyers than you do. In short, if something slips and you witness it, keep it zipped or else."

Sean stares dumbfounded at the unfriendly man and his eyes widen as he continues to speak. The two crew members exchange wide-eyed looks and silently and hesitantly shuffle away.

"Err-" Sean begins awkwardly before being interrupted by Happy.

"I'm not done," he says impatiently as he holds up a hand as if to physically stop him. Sean blinks and Happy continues, "You are free to ask him whatever you want, however he reserves the right to not answer. The only exceptions," he inclines his head to pin Sean with an intense stare that is intended to be intimidating, "are that you may not ask him who he is, anything probing about his friends and family, the location of his residence, how he became enhanced, and probing questions on the exact nature of his abilities. He will not be entertaining any questions of that nature so you can forget about it."

Happy pauses to pull his phone from his pocket and look down to check a message, and Sean takes the distraction to flick his eyes to the right and share an alarmed look with a coworker. Sean's eyebrows climb his forehead and his mouth frowns in a moue of baffled displeasure before settling on a helpless shrug. Happy taps out a response before looking up to address Sean once again. Sean snaps his eyes back to Happy and blanks his face so as not to get caught.

"As per our agreement I have brought our own order of wings and I will supervise you opening fresh, sealed bottles of all the sauces. You will keep the wings in my sight at all times until the interview begins. No funny business or we walk."

Sean shakes his head and tries to placate him, "Hey man, we'd never poison Spider-Man. No funny business here. We're just going to eat chicken and talk. Is this strictly necessary?"

"If you understood how many people want him dead you wouldn't be saying that. It's this or nothing."

Sean pauses to regard the grumpy man and cocks his head to the side as he mutters, "'Happy', huh?"

Happy's eyes narrow at the slight and he opens his mouth to retort but is interrupted by the door slamming open and they both turn to regard the newcomers.

Tony Stark saunters in as if he owns the place, which very well could be true, and is followed by a slightly hunched over Spider-Man in civvies and mask who is tenderly holding his ribs.

"I'm just saying," Tony drawls and gestures at the air with his right hand in a careless manner.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," Spider-Man interrupts exasperated, "Everyone's a critic. Next time I guess I'll just let the nice old lady get creamed by the runaway moving truck, shall I?"

Tony rolls his eyes and grins and is about to retort when his eye catches Happy straightening importantly and tugging on his suit jacket to erase imaginary wrinkles and Tony leads them both over to meet them, forgetting about the squabble he was having with Spider-Man.

Tony arrives first and shakes Sean's hand and they exchange greetings and introductions. Sean looks relieved to have been interrupted from his conversation with Happy, and surprised to see Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I didn't know you would be joining us. It's an honor to meet you," Sean confesses in as professional a tone as he can manage, trying not to fawn in the presence of the two heroes.

"It was either this or attend that board meeting Pepper has been nagging me about for three weeks," Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

"You mean that super important board meeting that Pepper told you to attend or else?" Happy interjects helpfully.

Tony nods thoughtfully, "Yeah, that's the one."

As if on cue, Tony's cellphone rings angrily in his pocket and he promptly sends it to voicemail and smiles at them as if nothing happened.

Spider-Man snorts as he comes to a stop next to Tony and holds out his hand to greet Sean with a shake as well. "Sorry we're late, I had to take care of something."

"No worries, I'm sure you're a busy guy. No harm, no foul," he assures him. "Are you alright?" He gestures at Spider-Man holding his ribs.

Spider-Man makes an effort to straighten and lets his arms fall to his sides, "Yeah I'm good. Nothing to worry about!"

"He had an altercation with a grand piano," Tony whispers sotto voce, cupping a hand to his mouth as though imparting a secret, "Spoiler alert: the piano won."

Spider-Man sighs, aggravated. "Shall we get started?"

Sean shows the two to their dressing room to relax before the interview begins. Happy lags behind with Tony to discuss something and Sean turns to Spider-Man and attempts small talk.

"So, Happy Hogan. He's kind of...intense?"

Spider-Man waves a careless hand at him and huffs out a laugh, "Nah, he's a teddy bear!"

From over Spider-Man's right shoulder, Sean sees Tony distractedly decline another phone call and Happy's head swivel to regard him as if he heard his comment somehow, and makes a gesture with his pointer and middle fingers at his own eyes and then at Sean as if to say, 'I'm watching you'.

Sean raises an uncertain eyebrow and gives him a shaky smile.

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Spider-Man snickers quietly as he texts someone on his phone. Tony and Happy are across the room talking. A young woman working in the crew clutches a stuffed toy to her chest in a death grip as she blushes heavily and hesitantly approaches Spider-Man.

Happy catches sight of her out of the corner of his eye and abandons his discussion with Tony and yells, "Hey! You! Yeah, you!"

The young woman, Tony, and Spider-Man all jump in fright at the sudden loud noise and the woman squeaks and drops what she was holding.

Happy marches forward and steps between them and raises his hands to ward her off.

"Who are you?" He demands at once, "What do you want? Why are you approaching Spider-Man?"

He fires off the questions without giving her a chance to answer and she is visibly flustered.

Tony looks over and saves the poor girl, "Down boy. Give her a break, Hap."

Happy lowers his arms but continues to stare as she stutters.

Spider-Man abandons his texting to watch the unfolding scene before looking down to see the toy the woman had dropped. He reaches down to pick it up and sees that it is a plush Spider-Man toy.

Spider-Man gasps dramatically and Happy spins around on the spot, reaching for his hip holster.

"It's me!" Spider-Man gushes, "I have a plushie!"

Tony grins and lets out a cackle, "Stand down, double oh seven. I think we can handle this."

Spider-Man looks up at Tony and laments, "Oh man, times like this makes me want to unmask so I can license my own merch."

Tony waggles his finger at him. "Yeah that's probably not a sufficient enough reason to unmask."

Spider-Man shrugs comically and answers with a noncommittal, "Hn".

Spider-Man holds up the toy and looks at the young woman over Happy's shoulder and asks, "This yours?"

She gives a small gulp and does her best to gather her courage. "N-no. It's my little brother's. We're both big fans, of all the Avengers really, but you're my brother's favorite."

Spider-Man straightens and his eye lenses widen and then squint in delight. "Yeah?" He asks excitedly.

She nods and explains, "It's his birthday next week and I knew you were scheduled to interview this week, so I was kinda hoping I could get your autograph on the Spider-Man plush I bought him. It would make his whole birthday."

Spider-Man makes a comical cooing noise and not so subtly edges Happy out of the way. Happy huffs, offended, but stands down.

Spider-Man happily signs the toy and she gushes her thanks.

Tony pouts, which they see, and she swiftly stammers out that her brother is a big fan of Iron Man as well, and if it isn't too much trouble would he please sign it as well?

Spider-Man's mask twitches as if he is smirking and Tony perks up at once and complies.

A few crew members walking past see the heroes signing things and hesitantly linger in the doorway hopefully.

Spider-Man laughs gently and beckons them in, starting an avalanche of crew getting selfies and autographs.

Spider-Man leans close to Tony in between photos and whispers, "I'm his favorite."

Tony glares.

Happy hovers nearby, blustering and sweating.

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Spider-Man sits quietly in a chair in his t-shirt, as patiently as Spider-Man is capable of being sitting still for any length of time, while a crew member attaches his microphone.

The relative quiet is interrupted with a low rumble and Spider-Man grasps a hand to his stomach and whines, "Man, I'm starving."

Tony rolls his eyes and snorts, "You're always starving. You're like a black hole for food."

His gut expresses his displeasure again and Tony quips, "You know it's a good thing I'm a billionaire or I'd have gone poor long ago trying to keep up with your metabolism."

Spider-Man spots a complimentary basket of snacks across the room and makes an interested noise. The crew member catches the hint and reassures Spider-Man that he'll be finished soon.

Spider-Man impatiently aims his wrist at the basket and with a gesture and a soft thwip, a sticky rope of synthetic spiderweb shoots out of a cuff on his wrist to adhere to the side. The crew member swiftly forgets what he's doing and stares as his mouth drops open. With a quick yanking motion the basket soars across the room and into Spider-Man's arms with a jaunty, "Yoink!"

Spider-Man rifles through his bounty and after a moment becomes aware that the crew member is still staring. He selects a packaged chocolate bar and sticks the end into the man's gaping maw causing him to instinctively bite down, leaving him with a bar sticking stupidly out of his mouth. This snaps him out of it and as Spider-Man throws a package of cookies at Tony and cracks into a bag of Doritos, the crew member takes the bar out of his mouth, gives a bewildered grin, and breathes, "Cool."

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Spider-Man and Sean both take their seats at the table, ready to start the interview once the crew finishes with the final adjustments to the lights and cameras.

Sean turns to Spider-Man to engage in small talk when they are interrupted with Spider-Man's cellphone ringing.

"Oh man, sorry about that. That's so rude, I forgot to turn it off."

He retrieves it from his pocket to glance at the caller ID and his eye lenses widen in panic.

"Underoos?" Tony questions, concerned.

Spider-Man quickly declines the call and silences the phone. "It's Pepper, she's started calling me now. Looks like you're in big trouble, Tony."

Tony waves away the comment and affects a blasé attitude, but the accompanying laugh sounds just a shade nervous.

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Spider-Man has one wing left on the board to tackle and he squirms uncomfortably in his chair. He looks as though he has been through a war, gasping, groaning, and sweat decorating his throat and exposed upper lip.

He squirms again and bites his lip to hold in an extremely manly whimper when Sean quirks an eyebrow and questions, "Doing okay over there, Spidey?"

"Uhhh..." He hedges, "I'm not gonna lie, man. I'm busting for a piss."

Tony snorts off camera and snarks, "He's so professional."

Spider-Man glares at him and defends himself. "Have you seen how much water and milk I've been guzzling? You try chugging that much and not need to pee!"

He turns hopefully to Sean, "Can we take a super quick break? I just gotta..." He trails off and gestures with a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his dressing room and attached bathroom.

Sean nods with an understanding grin, "Yeah sure, man. Go ahead."

Just as he's about to stand up he pauses, raises his hands near his face, and stares at them.

Sean's eyebrows furrow at the strange behaviour and he stares at him as if he has ten heads. "Spides?" He prompts.

Spider-Man jerks his head up and his eye lenses widen in horror. Sean becomes more confused.

"S-so, what's the protocol here exactly," he sputters, and continues when he only gets more confused stares, "Because I've been touching hot sauce for the past hour and now I've gotta pee and I'm terrified to touch my dick."

Sean blinks and his mouth drops open. The set is dead silent for a beat until with a roar it erupts in laughter.

Spider-Man blinks in confusion and whimpers in an extremely manly way.

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Sean chats with Spider-Man as they stand up from the table at the conclusion of the interview and prepare to take a group photo.

"Thanks again for coming on the show, that was a blast."

"You bet! Thanks for having me!"

"Man, what I wouldn't give to get some of the other Avengers on here too," Sean muses.

Spider-Man turns his head to regard him thoughtfully. Sean returns the look questioningly and he passes whatever test Spider-Man has put him through in his head. He asks for Sean's phone, who complies with a puzzled, "Oookay."

"This is my number. Keep in touch, I'll see what I can do about trapping some victims for you."

He finishes tapping in his number and passes over his own phone for Sean to input his own number.

"Dude, that's your personal number?" Sean asks incredulously.

"Well, kind of," he replies. "It's one of several numbers owned by Stark Industries, but this one is dedicated to Spider-Man. It forwards to my personal cell, so my identity isn't attached to it. It's safe, don't worry! Just keep it to yourself please, yeah? Don't want to get bombarded with marriage proposals or something. I trust you to not sell it online," he finishes with a wink.

Spider-Man turns to talk to Tony and Sean turns to a coworker to mouth, 'Oh my God!'

His coworker flaps his hands at Sean excitedly and Sean murmurs uncertainly, "I think that means we're friends now?!"

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Spider-Man stares down at his phone in horror as the dial tone continues to ring out, indicating the caller has hung up. Tony and Sean snicker at him, no sympathy for his impending murder.

"Yeah so I think I'm going to web sling my way back to the compound. It's going to take too long to go back in the car and she's pissed enough as it is," Spider-Man nervously says. Happy promptly leaves to retrieve a bag from the car.

Tony smirks, "Coward!"

Spider-Man fires back, "Yeah? When's the last time you trained with Nat, Tony?"

Tony flounders for a moment before settling on, "I'm a very busy man. Besides, I'm Iron Man. I don't need to train with Nat. I'm unbeatable and it would be an unfair fight to Nat."

Spider-Man stares at him unimpressed. "I'm telling her you said that. Then we'll see how unbeatable you are, tin can."

Tony's eyes widen in panic before he clears his throat. "Tick tock, Underoos."

Spider-Man's eye lenses flare and he turns to dash to the dressing room, grabbing the bag from Happy just as he steps back into the room. "Thanks, Hap!"

Happy grunts and crosses his arms.

After a few moments Spider-Man returns with the bag slung over his shoulder, and the set goes quiet as they catch sight of Spider-Man in full costume. He hands his bag back to Happy and tinkers obliviously with the web shooters on his wrist, making sure he has enough web fluid for the return trip.

A quiet squeal of excitement from a crew member causes Spider-Man's head to snap up in alarm before relaxing once he determines the cause. His eye lenses squint and his mask twitches in a smile and he gives a soft chuckle.

A crew member begs for another quick picture of him in full gear and he relents, causing another avalanche of pictures. He shrugs helplessly and prays Natasha will bless him with a swift death later.

Not a chance.

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Hero, Yuta, & Me

Summary: Your pet sitting job lands you at the doorstep of the magnetic Yuta Nakamoto, owner of the cutest Shiba Inu on the planet, Hero.

Multi-part series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Part 2

Word Count: 3.3k words

Sunday morning came around. The morning light peaked through the curtains. You left the door into the guest room open as Yuta suggested. He was worried about how Hero would react with a new person taking care of him. Apparently, other times it didn’t work out that Hero would get anxious and whine as he laid on Yuta’s bed. Hero really loved Yuta and since Yuta had to travel often, it was hard on both of them. It made your heart clench. When it came time for bed last night, Hero followed you into the guest room and plopped himself onto your bed. Well, that was a relief. You couldn’t wait to tell Yuta that Hero slept well. He was a snorer. But a cute one.

You changed Yuta’s contact name and your face became significantly warmer. Like you were breaking some unspoken rule.

Even though Yuta was your age, he was still your client and designated boss for the weekend.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

You: So guess what? Hero slept in the guest room with me!

Yuta: Pics or it didn’t happen

You: Hold on

You were on the fence about sending Yuta a picture of your bare face. You probably had sleepy dust in your eyes, too. You shrugged. You opened the selfie feature on your phone and saw that you looked passable and there was no way you were going to keep Yuta waiting half an hour in suspense while you scrambled to look decent. Hero was sleepy but his eyes were flickering open. He licked your face when you moved closer.

“All right, Hero. Let’s take a picture to send to Daddykins,” you said as you extended your phone out and snapped a picture of Hero sniffing your head. It tickled and you smiled wide. You looked so goofy as your one left dimple made an appearance in the photo. You were happy. The smile didn’t feel forced. It came easily. Selfies for you were usually so forced and awkward.

You sent the picture and waited for a response. You were getting antsy as the minutes ticked by that you were about to go brush your teeth. Then, he texted as if he knew you were about to leave your phone for a bit.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

Yuta: Oh my God

You: I told you

Yuta: How?

You: I charmed him with something from my family’s spellbook. What else?

Yuta: You are amazing.

You: Tell me something I don’t know, Mr. Nakamoto.

Yuta: Please. Mr. Nakamoto is my father.

You: Okay, Yuta. Now that you have physical proof that Hero did in fact sleep in my bed, you can be assured that Hero is doing okay. He hasn’t cried or thought about you AT ALL.

Yuta: You wound me. Who’s to say you haven’t been bribing him with treats? It’s on you if Hero gets fat.

You: I’ve done everything you’ve asked. Nothing more.

Yuta: Y/N, be honest.

You: Fine. I gave him one extra Beggin’ Strip last night. Sue me!

Yuta: Hypocrisy!

You: Like you don’t bend your own rules for Hero.

Yuta: Huh.

You: Well?

Yuta: You caught me. But can you blame me, though? I’m his father.

You: Hypocrisy doesn’t suit you. So I’m glad you told me the truth.

Yuta: *eyeroll emoji* This isn’t about me. I’m sorry but I gotta go. My boss wants to have a sit down before we go into our last meeting for the weekend.

You: That’s fine. I hope it goes well!

Yuta: Thanks, Y/N :) I’ll call you when I’m at the airport.

You took Hero out for his morning walk. You were very comfortable in your sweatpants and your worn out FC Barcelona tee that your mom gave you for your sixteenth birthday. Your phone rang and half hoping it’d be Yuta, you quickly grabbed it out of your pocket.

It was Kaia. Still excited to hear from your best friend, you picked up. “Yo,” you answered.

“Yo,” she replied, “How’s it going with Hero?”

Hero was fascinated with smelling a palm tree. You answered, “It’s good. He’s amazing, actually. Like I genuinely want to adopt him.”

Kaia laughed, “Marry his owner and he’ll be yours.”

You rolled your eyes. “How about you?”

Kaia hesitated over the line.

“Kai?” You asked.

“Y/N, Jaehyun is back in town,” she said, quietly.

You froze and Hero almost yanked you forward without you realizing it. You regained your balance and composure. “And?”

Kaia said, “He invited everyone from our graduating class to his place in Coconut Grove. And…”

“There’s more?”

“He reached out to me. To get back in touch with you.”

You laughed. “Kaia, your sense of humor has never been this cruel.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Jaehyun called me last night and begged me to give him your number. Of course, I said no. But he wanted me to give you a message.”

Jaehyun Jung was the last person you wanted to hear from. His smug, conceited presence left a bad taste in your mouth when you remembered high school. He asked you to go with him to senior prom, to your shock and delight. He told you to wait for him to pick you up in one of his family’s sports cars.

But he never showed.

After an hour of waiting like an idiot and seeing he messaged you on Facebook of all places. To let you know he was going with an old flame. Infuriated, you called up your friends and hitched a ride with them to the dance. There was no way you were going to sit at home and cry over a pretty face you’d probably see replicas of in college.

Sweetwater High School - Senior Prom 2012

You walked in with your friends to the Cinderella-themed prom. The pale blue lights beamed down on you and you were filled with dread at the possibility of seeing Jaehyun.

Joanna tapped your shoulder. “Y/N, he’s here.” She pointed at the snack table where Jaehyun was getting punch for another girl.

“No…” You said.

“I will cut him. Just say the word,” Joanna offered.

You sighed. How exactly could you confront him? He played you for a fool. He must have laughed with his date and his idiot friends. Why oh why did you agree to go on a date with a stereotypically popular piece of shit? How did you not know how mean he was? That he would toss you aside for someone he deemed worthier?

You went up to him, realizing his date was Candice from Pre-Calc.

“Hi Candice! Jaehyun,” you began.

Jaehyun nearly dropped the plastic cup of punch from his hand at the sight of you. “Y/N.”

Candice greeted, none the wiser. “Hi, Y/N! You look beautiful! Your date is a lucky man.”

You knew Candice didn’t have a bad bone in her body. She was a little naive and blissfully unaware of certain things, like Jaehyun’s extra promposal to you in the senior square at school. She didn’t know Jaehyun asked you first.

So you wouldn’t take it out on her.

“Thank you Candice. You look amazing!” You said as you turned to give Jaehyun and gave him a wintry cold glare.

Jaehyun was frozen in his tracks. “D-did you get my message?”

“You mean your Facebook message? When you didn’t even bother to call? When I was already dressed up and ready to pose for the pictures my parents were looking forward to?”

“Y/N…”

“Jaehyun Jung, you didn’t have to ask me to prom. You could’ve called me last night and said you changed your mind but you didn’t have it in you.”

Jaehyun looked sad, then. “I’m so sorry. I just…Candice.We dated in middle school and-“

“You’re a coward,” you said as you moved closer to him. You snatched his cup from his hand, some of the punch spilling onto your corsage-less wrist. You spilled all of the contents on his very expensive Hugo Boss tuxedo and walked away.

You danced the night away with your friends, avoided him at graduation the next week, and never saw him again.

Except on social media, television, and newspapers. When it wasn’t up to you.

You asked Kaia, “What did he say?”

Kaia replied, “He wants to apologize for how shitty he was at prom. His exact words were: “She can toss an entire punch bowl over my head in front of everyone if she comes to my party.”

You laughed. “Why does he care? It’s been seven years.”

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s turning over a new leaf. Look, I’m with you either way. It’s not like you’ll ever have to see him again after this. I say take him up on humiliating him at his own party.”

“And face the wrath of his fans?” You asked.

Jaehyun was a successful soccer player now. He played internationally. He had been with Chelsea F.C. for a while now. He probably owned half of Miami with his income, if you had to guess.

Kaia laughed, “Still tempting. What do you think?”

You would never forget the pain and humiliation he put you through. Prom didn’t have to suck. You didn’t care if you had a date or not. But when he offered, you set expectations to have a decent date, at least. It wasn’t that much to ask for.

The sting of what Jaehyun did to you hurt way less than it did back then, thankfully. You weren’t going to be buying his merch anytime soon but you decided to go and hear him out.

And drink all of his booze and eat all of his food. Maybe rearrange his sock drawer. Maybe he had some gift bags he was giving away and you would take two instead of one.

“Let’s do it!” You replied.

You and Hero made it back to the Nakamoto residence as you ended your call with Kaia. You got a text from Yuta.

HowRU Group Chat: With Yuta

Yuta: Left the airport. Should be home in 10 minutes.

You: You sure you don’t have any stops you need to make? Hero and I have to clean up from the party we threw last night.

Yuta: A party without me?

You: We saved you some pizza.

Yuta: I feel less bitter. Still bitter, though.

You: Haha. We’ll see you soon :)

Yuta: :)

Yuta unlocked the front door and Hero barked excitedly. Yuta was in more casual clothes. Looking gloriously tanned, he wore Adidas sweatpants and a plain white tee and sandals. He was a natural and effortless beauty. It physically ached you to look at someone so godlike. You reminded yourself that this man was human, just like you. You almost laughed at that. He was on a whole other level.

Hero scurried over to pounce on his dad. Yuta set his stuff down. Hero was jumping over his legs. Yuta laughed and bent down to take his kisses.

“Hi, bud,” he said, “I missed you, too.”

You stood there awkwardly with your bag packed, ready to bounce. It was weird. It was like you were leaving a place that felt like home. You didn’t like to feel that way but you couldn’t help it.

Yuta got up and smiled at you. “Y/N, thank you for taking care of Hero.”

You smiled. “Hero’s easily the best dog I’ve ever met.”

Yuta moved closer to you. “Did you have dinner?”

You choked at his proximity. “No, actually.”

His eyes never left you. “I want to thank you properly.”

You backed into the wall behind you. Your breathing was shallow. “Pet owners are never usually this nice.”

Yuta smiled knowingly. “I think you know why I’m being this nice.”

You teased. “I don��t. Enlighten me.”

Yuta leaned down and you got up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. You kissed each other with such longing. It was so unexpected to feel this way about someone you just met. You fit together. His tongue pleaded for entrance into your mouth and you allowed it. He took you higher than you’ve ever been before with that kiss. He matched every move you made in his mouth. Even your moans were oddly synchronized.

Hero barked, shocking you both out of the kiss.

Cherry red, you began. “Damn it, Yuta. Hero is just a child!”

Yuta, his cheeks flushed like yours, said. “Hero, I let you down. I’m sorry. I’ll never be able to live it down.”

Hero grabbed his hamburger squeaky toy and ran up to you. You grabbed it from his mouth and threw it to the kitchen. Hero ran and slid against the wooden floor after it.

“So,” you started, “I’m curious.”

Yuta’s eyes grew bigger. “Go on.”

“Do you like me?” A natural question.

“I don’t kiss people I don’t like, Y/N.” Yuta plopped himself on the couch. He motioned for you to join him.

“When did you realize it?” You asked as you sat next to him.

“When you sent me your picture with Hero.” He smiled softly.

“Oh.” You were surprised your morning face didn’t scare him away.

“And you?” He wondered.

You said, “I realized I liked you when I saw the way you were with Hero. And...while we’re spilling secrets, I found out that you’re a world famous soccer player.”

Yuta feigned shock. “You mean I didn't mention that during the house tour?”

“It must have slipped your mind,” you joked as Hero came back and laid down by the two of you. He was chewing on his toy.

“I admit my paycheck is my charm point but my personality and devilishly good looks are my crowning glory,” Yuta teased.

“I’ve always had a thing for soccer players, Nakamoto. The paychecks are just a bonus.”

He laughed. “Have you dated a soccer player before?”

Your mind went back to Jaehyun for a second. You pushed him to the back of your mind. “No. Well, once. Almost. He sucked.”

Yuta frowned when he saw how still you became at remembering Jaehyun. He wondered what was going on in your head. He felt a wave of jealousy over whoever must have crossed your mind then. That boy better pray he never crosses paths with Yuta.

You continued, “Anyway, dinner?”

Yuta knew how to charm you. If it wasn’t his megawatt smile that wore you down, it was his cooking. He made amazing sushi rolls and takoyaki, neither of which you’d ever tried. You wondered if the top-notch restaurants in the area could do him justice. He told you about his life in Osaka before he moved to Tokyo.

“I was the most popular boy at my school. The girls would get down and kiss my feet. Now don’t look at me like that, Y/N. My sisters have pictures. I’ll send them to you.”

Yuta loved exercise and being outdoors always. He was also an avid manga reader. He loved dancing as well and claimed that had he gone the dance route back then, by now he would have been a world famous musician.

At age sixteen. Yuta went to train with the Under-23 Japanese team. He joined the national soccer team just two years ago and became a key player. He was the star forward and Japan’s pride and joy.

Yuta went on to talk about how supportive his parents were of his dreams. His parents owned a very popular flower shop in Osaka and Yuta worked there part-time until he was sixteen. When he lived in Tokyo and wasn’t training, he worked part-time at a convenience store so as not to be a burden to his parents. This fact especially pulled at your heartstrings. Yuta’s older sister Kyoko was a very popular manga artist who specialized in romance and fantasy. His younger sister Kairi was studying in university to be a cellist. Yuta spoke of his family with such reverence and affection. After achieving success, Yuta bought his family a home outside of Tokyo, where they can visit him anytime. Yuta hoped they would come more often but he knew that his parents particularly would never truly want to leave Osaka. You could tell he missed them a lot.

Which made you wonder how Hero came into the picture.

“So what made you decide to adopt Hero?” You asked as you licked your French vanilla ice cream cone. Yuta took you and Hero out for some ice cream at the boardwalk. Yuta had Hero’s leash in one hand and his green tea ice cream cone in the other.

Yuta licked a corner of his cone that was about to drip. “My high school friend Sana’s Shiba had puppies and asked me if I would be interested. I’ve always loved dogs. We’ve had them growing up, too. But I just never made the time for one of my own.”

Hero ran up to a couple and their cocker spaniel. Hero and the sweet yet timid cocker spaniel named Lucky sniffed at each other and hopped and skipped at each other. You giggled.

The couple laughed and Yuta smiled. “Alright Hero, let’s go. Say bye!”

We kept going. You continued, “Then you met Hero.”

“Then I met Hero,” he concluded. “It was an instant connection, Y/N. He was so small but already full of personality. He wouldn’t let me leave without him.”

Your jaw dropped. “You were going to leave him? You monster.”

Yuta shook his head. “I knew I was getting him the second I saw him. I had to go to the bathroom and he yanked at the hem of my pants. Like he was begging me not to go.”

You let out your full-bellied laugh, the kind of laugh you only threw out when you were truly at ease. You hoped it didn’t scare Yuta much.

Yuta grinned. “I like your laugh. Pure evil. Just like mine.”

You blushed, then. Well, technically you’ve been blushing the entire night.

You stopped in your tracks when you realized that you forgot something.

You checked your phone to see that your family blew it up. They were asking for your status and whereabouts. You said you were going to be home at around 6 PM. It was 8:15 PM.

With how melodramatic your family was, they probably thought you were dead, by now. Or being impregnated!

Y/THREE MIDDLE NAMES/N, WHY AREN’T YOU PICKING UP? -Your youngest brother Hector, 16

Y/N he better be paying you extra. He has you working overtime. -Your second youngest brother Jaime, 21

Y/N, call me when you get this. -Your passive aggressive mother Matilde

Y/N, we brought you a present from Disney! Your father who just drove for four straight hours Jaime Sr.

“You okay?” Yuta noticed the panic on your face.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s my family.” You showed Yuta your notifications.

Yuta whistled in amazement. “Your name is really long, Y/N.”

You punched his arm.

Hero nuzzled himself against your legs. You ran your hand over his coat. You apologized, “Sorry, guys, I have to go. I’ve been summoned.”

Yuta smiled sadly. “That’s too bad. It felt like we were going to walk the boardwalk ten more times, at least. Hero wanted to, anyway.”

You smiled knowingly at him. “Me, too.”

Yuta drove you back to his place. He let you in to grab your belongings. He and Hero walked you to your car. Hero whined as put your bag in the backseat. He knew you were leaving. It broke your heart.

You got down and pet Hero. He moved closer to you so you can hug him. “Hero, oh my God, I love you so much.” He sniffed at your head, tickling you and making you laugh your “evil laugh”.

Yuta chuckled at the sight of you two. It awoke something in him. Seeing the two of you that way made him look forward to the possibility of something in the future.

Yuta knelt down because you didn’t want to let go of Hero and hurt his feelings. Once you let Hero go, Yuta swiftly kissed your cheek.

His eyes looked up at the night sky, avoiding you like an awkward middle schooler.

“But ladies’ man of Yakuen Gashina High School, you’re going to be modest now?” You joked as Hero licked your face.

Yuta met your gaze. His shyness faded instantly as he kissed you, putting you sass on hold.

Part 3 (Coming Soon)

A/N: I’m sorry for the delay! The plot thickens in Part 3 with Jaehyun’s party. Of course!

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years

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Can you write a mob boss daddy tony who is the most dangerous man but is soft with his sub Peter. Maybe Peter takes a bullet for tony? It's okay if you don't want to write it, I'll understand. 😁

Honey!!!! I love you!!! Also huge thank you to everyone who sent me a birthday message you are all too sweet and I love you.

“I have the prettiest little boy in all the world,” Tony croons, nosing at Peter’s soft throat and the boy makes a sweet little pleased sound at the praise and cuddles into Tony happily. Tony strokes his hands down Peter’s back to the swell of his ass, and Peter giggles; ticklish, and squirms.

It grinds their crotches together and Tony growls with want, teeth nipping at that slender nape.

Peter mewls and grinds down, pulling back so his big brown eyes sparkle like he’s a real life fairy. “I love you,” he says proudly, like it’s the best thing in the whole world to love Tony and Tony could just eat him up. His boy leans down to press a sugary kiss to his lips before Tony can reply-

And then the door is being pushed open and Tony glares at one of his men.

His eyes sting like a basilisk’s and the man trembles in the doorway. “M-Marco here to see you, S-S-Sir.” He stutters out.

Tony grits his teeth, and Peter pouts leaning down to press another kiss to Tony’s cheek. “Hurry back, daddy,” he whispers pleadingly, and Tony’s gonna fucking put a bullet in someone’s head if they ever interrupt him and his boy again.

“I will, baby,” he promises softly, scooping Peter up and setting him in the chair. Peter looks tiny, swamped in the big black leather, and Tony cards his fingers through his hair before sauntering out to see whatever shit Marco is bringing in with him now.

The man is a pacing, agitated mess by the time Tony reaches the section of the warehouse. It’s worse than he thought. Marco spins on his heel when he sees him and his eyes are frantic. “They know Tony, Calla’s people know, they know, and they know where my family live and-“

“Marco,” Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, “for the hundredth time, I’ve got your back. Calla doesn’t know anything, he’s a two bit hack.”

“No, no, this wasn’t like before,” Marco insists: wrecked, “this was different! They want you, Tony, they want you on a platter or I swear everything’s gonna go to shit.”

Tony nods, frowning. “Fine. I’ll get rid of Calla tomorrow. Problem solved.” It’s not ideal, he doesn’t want to kill Calla, because that means a lot more enemies, but needs must. The woman has been a thorn in his side for years now.

“No, Tony!” Marco screams, loud enough that everyone in the warehouse must be able to hear. “This isn’t like that! I told you, they want you on a platter!”

Tony scoffs, wondering just how sane Marco is. “What? You want me to offer myself up to them?”

When Marco’s shaky hand reaches into his waistband for the gleaming gun, Tony’s pauses. That he hadn’t expected. His own gun is back in the office, no one’s around, but what the-

“What are you going to do here, Marco?” He asks quietly, soothingly, “you’re thinking about killing me? I’m the only person out here looking out for you and your family. Haven’t I always done right by you?”

Marco is sobbing, distress rolling off him in waves. “I don’t want to do this, Tony, don’t you understand?” He screeches, “but they-they-“ he starts blubbering and Tony wonders if maybe he could toss that crowbar over in time-

There is no time.

Whatever wavering resolution is in Marco’s head, he hardens up and aims and fires.

Tony hits the floor but the pain isn’t- it’s not-

He looks down at himself. Nothing hurts, he feels fine, and the impact- it was like it came from the side and not-

Time seems to stop.

Peter stands, unmoving, and Marco stands unmoving, but a shot has rung out and for one long, timeless moment, nothing makes any sense at all.

And then Peter falls to his knees and red starts seeping into the baby pink of his sweater. Just above his heart.

Marco lets out a scream but Tony can’t hear it over the roaring in his ears as he scrambles over. His bodyguards run in at the commotion, but he has eyes for no one but Peter.

He gets one hand under the boy’s head and the other- the other he presses hard down onto the wound. Hot, pulsing blood presses up through his fingers, spilling down his hand.

“Tony,” Peter breathes, voice weak. Tony bites his tongue so hard he’s surprised his teeth don’t go through it, and he presses down harder on Peter’s chest. Fuck. Fuck. He can’t think, he can’t- “Tony,” Peter whispers again.

His eyes snap up to Peter’s face. Clammy, sickly pale and shiny with sweat his beautiful boy looks up at him. “Peter,” Tony chokes out, tears blurring his vision. “Peter, you- so stupid, why did you-“ something tight is clawing at his heart, something thick is causing a lump in his throat, he can’t breathe-

A diamond teardrop rolls from Peter’s eye down to his temple.

Tony roars like an animal and he doesn’t know what he says but he can feel all his men staring at him: frozen.

Marco has stopped screaming. Marco is deadly silent.

“Baby,” Tony gasps, leaning down to press their foreheads together. Peter is burning hot but at the same time- sickly cool. “Baby, don’t- don’t. You can’t.”

Peter tries to laugh, but it comes out like a gurgled retch. He reaches one hand up, soft as anything as he cups Tony’s cheek. “I love you,” he says, like he’s proud of it.

Tony’s whole body aches with an unbearable pain. It burns brilliantly bright and he wants to kill every single person in this room. He wants to buy a machine gun and not stop until the building is more bullet holes than substance. He wants to set fire to the city and watch it burn and choke on the smoke. “Don’t leave me,” he wheezes, the thought is paralysing. “Don’t leave me, baby, please,” he begs, clutching Peter tighter than what’s probably safe. “You can’t leave me.”

There’s so much blood, it’s everywhere. His fingers are slippery and it’s hard to keep purchase. There’s more sound now, in the distance, but Tony doesn’t care about any of it. Everything he cares about is slipping like blood through his fingers.

Peter’s hand drops.

“A core reactor,” Peter repeats, nose all scrunched up, as he pokes at the hard pink rock on the desk just like the one in his chest. The skin around the intrusion is itchy and he looks up at Tony for reassurance.

“A core reactor,” Tony nods gently, “I designed it, baby, it’s gonna keep you strong.”

Peter sniffles. Everything’s achey and he wants to sleep, and then Tony’s scooping him up and carrying him to bed. Tony’s been a constant presence since he woke up. He thinks he was out for a few weeks, but everything’s different now. It’s a new house and all the men he’s seen are different from Tony’s old men. Peter wonders what happened to the old ones.

He decides he probably doesn’t want to know.

He curls into Tony’s chest, feeling small and safe, and he yawns before noticing the pretty pink light emanating from his chest between him and Tony. He pulls back, a little delighted by it. “Look,” he whispers, even though Tony is already looking. Tony hasn’t stopped looking at him. “Like a nightlight!”

Tony’s eyes are wet and loving and he kisses Peter hard. “I love you, baby,” he murmurs, voice guttural and Peter smiles sleepily.

“Love you, Tony,” he whispers.

The soft pink light glows proudly, a little beacon, keeping the monsters at bay.

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argentdandelion · 5 years

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Fatal Anniversary

A celebration of Undertale’s anniversary goes horribly wrong.

Based (loosely) on a true story. ---

September 15 started as a normal day. Slender fingers tapped away at the keys of an old laptop as their owner browsed Tumblr. The user, called “ChromeTooth” on Tumblr, checked out various blogs. She briefly hovered over the name “Garbles” on a blog checker. That veteran of the Undertale fandom often published delightful things. But no: nothing today.

Perhaps I’ll get a like or two. Maybe even a reblog, ChromeTooth thought. She'd been on Tumblr for so many years, but, still, she wasn't popular. But it was only a matter of time until finally people saw the beauty of her posts, and then, then Tumblr would be worth all the time she spent there.

A post caught her eye. Happy birthday, Undertale! It said.

Today is Undertale’s 4th anniversary. I just wanted to thank this game for all I have learned in this fandom. Thanks to Undertale, I’ve learned all sorts of things, like animal byproducts and why Papyrus is probably a better boyfriend than Sans. Thank you, Undertale.

She titled it “Undertale: Thank You” and published it without much effort.

Within an hour, she noticed something strange. Her dashboard, normally so sparse, was stuffed with likes and reblogs. Oh, that’s strange. Perhaps someone really liked one of my posts again?

Danklepham liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

MalayTai liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

Googilex liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

Yeehman99 liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

It just kept going. ChromeTooth sat back in her chair, tilting her head. Perhaps they’ll pay attention to my other posts, she thought. Perhaps this little quirk will mean my worthy posts get the praise they so deserve.

Refresh.

The notes came pouring in. 15 likes, within an hour! It normally took two days to get so high before it petered off forever. And it was all for....“Undertale: Thank You”.

ChromeTooth raised an eyebrow. She noticed a few users, the bolder Tumblrites, had bothered to comment, and opened up the reblogs out of curiosity.

"Sans! More Sans plz" said one user.

"OMG soo good gimme dis stuf" said another.

What are they talking about? I barely mentioned him, ChromeTooth thought. And why would anyone respond to proper English with degenerate text-speak?...and why wouldn't they check out my other posts, too, if they wanted the good stuff?

Bafflement and tension built in the back of her brain. She clicked on the third reblog. "adsfg", they said, and in the reblog's tags: "MMM finally somethin GOOD from her".

"What." ChromeTooth's brow crinkled, and she frowned. "I make good stuff once a week, all the time. What is that user saying?"

She went to the chat window: her friends Cosmet and Vanillaspez were probably active now.

"I have a problem," she started in her messages to the two. "People just keep liking and reblogging this one post, the thank you-post I made a few hours ago. It's so brief and unremarkable that I'm baffled. Do you know what is causing this?"

A pause.

"Ummm..." Cosmet started.

"'cuz tastty. Tasty post. Yum. More."

What? ChromeTooth thought. Cosmet never talked like that..

A little blue pop-up by Vanillaspez's avatar. "Well, at least Vanillaspez can help..."

"More." was the only word in the message. In a few seconds, she saw another: “more”. No period. No capitalization.

Blue pop-up. "more more more".

ChromeTooth grimaced, her hands twitching away from the keyboard.

---

ChromeTooth laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her laptop laid in a corner of the room. If she only booted it up, there she'd see that Tumblr dashboard exploding in popularity, just as she always wanted. But if she got up...it would probably just be the same post. "Undertale: Thank You" over and over. Those little red hearts and green reblog loops, by the avatars of people who have never heard of her before. Check it, maybe it's different, a little voice in her head said. Maybe you'll get what you've wanted for years. Someone like you. Someone who loves those 1,000-word posts, who smiles at enriching, long essays and articles.

ChromeTooth turned over. No. No. It's just the same thing, that same accursed post.

The blue-and-white of the website flickered.

The hibernating computer made a brief crackle⁠—and then fell silent.

---

But she had to check the next morning. She always checked Tumblr in the mornings: some people had irregular hours, or lived at opposite sides of the world. No matter the time, Tumblr's community was always churning, always flicking up some tiny treasure from the great earth of human experience.

Her dashboard had several blue alerts. No matter the update, it always glowed blue, enticing her with its ambiguity. But it was surely something worthwhile: after all, ChromeTooth had set up her dashboard to be as relevant as possible. Those little blue bubbles were a promise: "Come here, and you shall be happy."

Mothersdaughter22 liked "Undertale: Thank You".

MordleyPink liked "Undertale: Thank You".

Jadeanemon reblogged "Undertale: Thank You".

Warugua liked...

Those splinters of broken promises just. Kept. Going. It was more than she had ever faced, stretching the dashboard, uninterrupted by anything else. ChromeTooth held a hand to her head as she hunched over. As she furrowed her brow, a bitterness rose in her throat. She scrolled and scrolled, but it said nothing else. Nothing about that popular essay post from a while back, nothing about that post about ants and ducks and dogs she had spent 12 hours making....

Likes were what she wanted, wasn't it? Those little red symbols...they meant: "I enjoy what you have to say.” “I want to keep coming back."

But that little thank-you wasn't at all like what she typically posted. It was so...minimal. So short and low-effort. Why would it attract so much attention? Why would they do this? The computer’s soft hum grew to a cicada-like drone.

EEEEAAAGKH!

ChromeTooth flinched. "Just...just a coincidence, right? This laptop is really old..." She shrugged the oddity away and returned to the screen.

Her inbox blipped. "A message? Maybe someone has something to say..."

"Sans. Please write morre."

She wasn't going to justify that with a response.

The chat window, too, was quite busy. How had she not noticed it?

Cosmet: "sans. make more. like it."

Vanillaspez: "hey can you make more sans it's the best".

And someone she had never heard of before, some “Jamesneu”, sent a message too: "Undertale: Thank You. Undertale: Thank You." "More more more."

Another message:

"sans MORE!"

Is...is there a way to screen out these people? Chrometooth wondered. I’ve never been so popular as to need that...

Finally there was something worth noting. Her auto-checker told her Garbles had updated!

Garbles's stuff always makes me happy, Chrometooth thought. I could sure use some cheering up. If...only I was...no, no, you'll get there someday.

It was a reblog, from someone who had such high reblog standards. It was:

"Undertale: Thank You."

In the comments: "I just had to spread this :)".

Her computer creaked. Its screen splintered. ChromeTooth straightened in her seat.

A few little pink droplets crept from the cracks in her screen, with a too-sweet, sickly smell.

That's...that's not normal.

A crack.

And her room was flooded with a sludge of fetid pink hearts.

Everyone liked her now.

#Story #Horror Story

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bluesakurablossom · 5 years

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Birthday Surprise NSFW (Leo x Reader)

A special request sent in for @ninjamal birthday! Hope you love it! 🎈🎁🛍🍰🎂

Today was the day. Today was your day. Your birthday to be precise. You had been looking forward to it since the first day of the month. What could be better than being in a room with all of your friends and family with a your favorite cake drizzled in icing, decorative presents just waiting for you to open them up and laughter and smiles? You were with your family and closest friends in your home, it was sure was a big party going on, but you loved it. Being in your home with everyone you cared so deeply made your heart swell. After you took another slice of your cake before serving it up with a nice scoop of your favorite ice cream on the side, you had gotten a text message on your phone on the counter. You picked it up to see who it was and as soon as you saw the contact you couldn’t help but feel a warm blush come to your cheeks and a smile spread across your lips.

“My angel, when you are able to sneak away when you can, please meet at Central Park, I have a little surprise for you <3″ - L :)

You considered yourself to be one of the luckiest girls in the world after meeting Leo, something about him just drew you in and after getting to know him better, I think you knew that love was starting to blossom for the blue masked terrapin.He was always there for you no matter what could be going on, you were his everything and the reason why his heart beats everyday....because it was for you. You couldn’t be happier than having him as a boyfriend, you didn’t care that he was a mutant or a ninja, you loved him just for who he was and not what he wasn’t. The peaceful romantic dates, the snuggly private cuddle sessions, and the making out. Oh the making out was one of your both favorite things to do when you had the alone time in his room or at your place. The way that his lips connect with yours it would feel like fireworks were exploding every time they would come apart and reconnect. It sure would get steamy at times, but you both were a bit shy on wanting to go further wanting to wait for when the right moment would come along.

After the party would end you gave everyone a hug goodbye and said goodnight to your parents walking to your bedroom door, making sure it was locked. You made sure your nice blue dress was smoothed out and your blue flats didn’t have any spilled cake on them before you gave yourself a few spritz of perfume on your neck and applied lip gloss on your lips before climbing out your window and climbing down the fire escape. You made your way over to the park and was looking around searching for Leo. “Leonardo?”, you called out softly “Leonardo?”

“Y/N”

You gasped softly and saw him appear from behind some hedges and smiled turning around to see your handsome turtle boyfriend. “Glad you can come out here”, he said

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything”, you said, as you walked up to him

You gave each other a loving peck before he pinned a blue lily behind your ear kissing your temple. “Happy Birthday love”, he said, with a loving smile “Here come with me”

He took your hand and lead you to where it was a more secluded part of the park where you two would come to sometimes to meditate and just get away from everything. Soon as you made it to your destination you saw there was glowing fire flies flying around casting an intimate glow on a blue blanket that was spread out on the grass with a basket with a bottle of wine inside and small plates of your favorite meal with a few candles spread along side the blanket. “Baby, you didn’t have to do this for me”, you said, taking in the scenery with a small gasp covering your mouth

“I know its not much, but I wanted to do something special”, he said, looking away with a coy smile

You brought him back to you and kissed him for a few moments. “Its more than perfect, thank you”, you said, making the terrapin blush red in the cheeks

After enjoying a quiet evening of eating and talking about how the party went, you were pretty satisfied. But Leo surprised you again with a small little tiramisu cake with a candle sticking out of it. You had grown to love tiramisu so much after Donnie got you addicted to it like he was. “Leo”, you said, letting your hand touch your heart that was beating hard

He smiled. “But before we do this, I have a little something for you”, he said, as he revealed a small gift wrapped box from behind his shell, holding it out to you

“Leo you know you don’t have to get me anything”, you said, as you untied the bow and slipped the top off

You gasped looking at what was inside, a beautiful silver open heart necklace with a crystal blue diamond that matched closely to his eyes. “Leonardo, I don’t know what to say”, you said, stammering from becoming over emotional at the thought he went out of his way to get you something that special. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen in your life. Leo took the necklace from you and turned you around gently before draping the necklace around our neck clipping it together. “Don’t say anything”, he said, putting his hands on your shoulders turning your back around and kissing you softly

This was the most special gift you had ever received and you were never going to take this off. You would wear it every day to feel Leo was with you wherever you went. Leo took a match lighting up the candle on the cake before holding the plate up to you. “Make a wish”, he said

You thought about it for a moment, you were so happy right now that only one thing could make this night so much better. You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candle. “What did you wish for?”, he asked, curiously

“Can’t tell silly”, you giggled “But I will give you a hint”

You crawled to him as you brought him into a loving kiss. He moaned softly melting into it as his arms snaked around your body as his giant hands ran over the soft material of your dress. The moon seemed to have cast its glow on you both like your own personal spotlight as the kiss continued to become more heated and passionate by the second. It soon started becoming faster till you pulled away from him briefly. “Leo, do you want-”, you asked, trying to catch your breath

“More than anything”, he said, stroking your cheeks

You smiled happily. This was it. You both were going to take it to the next level. He gave you a loving kiss before moving it quickly down to your neck making you gasp in delight as his hot lips touched your skin. You gripped his shoulders tightly to where your fingers were digging into his flesh as he slid down one of your dress straps before pressing his lips to your shoulder giving it a gentle kiss. Your creamy skin against his lips only made him crave more, he was hungry. He was hungry for you. He pushed down the other strap kissing his way along collarbone before kissing the other one, as each kiss touches you it feels like heat was melting you and you were becoming weak under his spell of lust. He pushed you back softly till you were laying down on the blanket and he began to take your dress pulling it down to where it was revealing your matching lingerie underneath, tossing the dress aside. He climbed over you again licking his lower lip hungrily as he took a hold of your wrist before placing them above your head as he lets one of his hands push down a bra cup revealing a perked nipple as he licked the tip of it making you shudder and moan and he does the same to other barely letting his tongue come along the bud.

He unclasped the front of your bra letting your breasts bounce out as he grabbed a hold of one kissing along the skin before licking over where he touched sending a chill down your spine forcing your back to arch. But his other hand kept you down on your waist where it was dangerously close to your heated sex. He suckled the nipple licking the taste it had to offer him before releasing it with a pop and moving to the other breast, giving it the same treatment giving the other nipple a loud pop before licking in between in the valley of your breasts looking at you with triumph. “Stay still...I want you to enjoy every second of this”, he said, giving your forehead a kiss

He moved back down kissing along down your neck, down your breasts, giving your belly a few kisses and licks which made you giggle and moan swaying side to side from the deep pleasure. His hands firmly held you still as he licked around your navel before going towards your panties. He pushed your legs open and soon as you felt his mouth go inside your inner thighs, it only ignited the fire that was growing in your belly. You wanted him so badly. You didn’t think that your first time was going to be this magical, he was a natural.

He lets his fingers curl into the material before pulling it completely off you. You were now completely naked and you didn’t even feel scared. He was treating your body like it was a treasure and it would only be a matter of time before you two would become one. He took a sniff of your aching dripping sex before licking up what has been dying for his touch. You gasped as ecstasy was being driven throughout your body, your blood rushed through your veins and goosebumps formed along your skin. He held your legs firmly open to let him have to best access to you as he only allowed his tongue to slip deeper inside of you making your orgasm build bigger and bigger. He got every spot and it was so hard to stay still and not moan and groan, your hands grasping and balling up the blanket in your fists. You were so close but he only stopped right before you were about to release you collapsed on the blanket about to tell him off for stopping, but your eyes widen as you saw him undoing his pants in front of you making the breath in your throat become stuck as you didn’t blink once. Soon as the material slid down you saw how big he was and man was he big, you wondered would you be able to handle him all. But you wanted this so much. He climbed back over you as he brought you into a loving kiss as his fingers combed through your hair. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asked

“Please....please don’t stop”, you whispered “I want you so badly”

“I’ll be ever so careful, let me know if I am hurting you”, he said, softly. He grabbed his huge erection teasing it some at your wet entrance as you shook slightly at the new weird feeling till you felt him push inside of you. Instead of feeling pain you instantly felt pleasure as he pushed in deeper getting in a slow rhythm. “How’s that?”, he asked

“So goood”, you said, looking at him with awe

He smiled as he let his arms go around you bringing you into another passionate kiss as he continued to thrust himself into you. With your legs going around his waist. The only sounds of the night were just the moans escaping from yours and his lips, the sound of passion and love making at work. He was starting to pick up his pace faster and harder as the building up your orgasm was starting to come back into play as you held on to him tighter, as his hips smacked against your skin making noises. “Leo I am going to cum”, you said, looking at him desperate

“I am ready for you baby, cum for me”, he said, as he started to move faster and harder

He gave a few more thrusts as you began to moan and yell out, feeling yourself build up like the first time but ten times more pleasuring till you finally released letting out a delightful scream. He gave a few more thrusts in till he finally came to a stop. He hovered over you smiling down at you. There you were laying beautifully underneath him, your hair slightly messy and your body was covered in sweat. He nuzzled his forehead against yours and his nose gave yours an eskimo kiss before his lips gently moved with yours. “I love you, I love you so much Y/N this is something I will never forget because its with the woman I love”, he said

You smiled and looked up at this beautiful man you called your boyfriend. This man you had just made love with. Whom you gave your heart and soul. You giggled and blushed caressing his cheek. “I love you more Leo...I will always love you”, you said “By the way that was my wish, that we finally went all the way”

“And it couldn’t have been a better wish”, he said, as you two kissed softly once more and relaxed as the night sky continued to glow on this beautiful intimate moment you both shared. He was yours forever and you were his till the very end. This couldn’t have been a better birthday. The best one so far.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo

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