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#that we both enjoy watching! its stupid but it's fun to watch it and make fun of it u know
littyhoney · 9 months
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Can we please have Earth 1610! Miles x reader where throughout their journey, the reader has been envious of Gwen because of Miles' feelings for her and he was completely oblivious about Y/N's feelings for him. Then comes the events and reveal of Earth 42! Miles, which he and Y/N were together but his Y/N ended up dying. As the story goes, both our Miles and Reader gets taken and when our Miles wakes up being tied against the punching bag, Y/N comes after him to save him but Earth 42! Miles is blinded with envy and was still in love with Y/N so he pins them on the ground in front of our Miles as he watched his other self trapped Y/N in his arms and praising their beauty. This makes Miles realize that seeing his other self worship Y/N makes his heart burn with Jealousy and realize that he has been in love with Y/N all along, not Gwen. Thank you so much!
Treasure to him.
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(Earth 1610! Miles x F!Reader x Earth 42! Miles)
Warnings: Heavy angst, mention of gun, slight toxic, manipulation, very long story
Word count: 5.3K words (longest one fic i have ever write)
Ps: This is an apology piece from me for the delay of chapter five of Right person,Wrong time. I can't promise you guys when i would release it but i hope with this piece it would be something fun for yall to read. I appreciate every single reblogs and words of encouragement for me to write i love yall are so sweet. Enjoy spiders! <3<3
(In earth 1610, before the ATSV events)
You and Miles have known each other since he first step in the Vision Academy, you knew him by the tittle 'cop kid' since like half of the school witnessed Miles embarrassing moment of him and his dad. But you found out that the 'cop kid' is actually a sweet,charming yet awkward boy. You always wait with anticipation for him to walk in the class that you two had in the same time just so that you can see what’s new in his sketchbook, his graffiti sketches some of his portraits its so well drawn that you are mesmerized by it. You also hang out together either to study or you just want to sit together listening to music while you watch the master creating his masterpiece.
Day by day you just start to like his stupid corny jokes about science, his eyes that reminds you of the warm sun and that stupid sweet smile of his. It’s hard not to fall for him, whenever you hang out he would hold your hand to cross the road because he doesn’t want you to fall behind or trip. The little banter you both have when you both come up with a stupid question like “does pineapple belong on pizza”.
But it all changes when he met this ‘Gwanda’ girl or Gwen is her real name since you been in the same class as her after she got transferred here apparently. Ever since he met Gwen he has been weird, that’s when you know he is the new Spider-man of Brooklyn. How do you know? You walk into his room with Ganke one day to his dorm room to return his notes, you look up to see not only Miles on the ceiling but with Gwen and seems to be more spider people. Resulting to Ganke falling back pass out while you got web by one of them.
As the months pass by you and Miles grew closer, you been with him through thick and thin. He need notes? You lend him yours, need someone to dial cops on criminal or villain that he caught? Your phone is ready, need someone to let out some pent up frustration? You will listen to him and be there for him every time. You understand being a hero for the city and a student in such a prestige school in Brooklyn can be too much for him, not to mention he is a freaking teenager. You show him support and love to him hoping that he would notice you feelings for him, of course you did all of that not only because of love,but because you genuinely care for him. But the moment the two of you would just sit together and chatting away through the evening at the ‘Foam Part’ coffee shop, everything just feels right again.
Today is the day that you will admit your feeling for Miles,feet tapping nervously on wood tile with your drink have gone down half of the cup after you keep sipping on it. You been waiting for Miles for half an hour now,you have left him a few messages but he doesn’t respond to it. But he did promise to meet here today, but thanks to his delay you keep reciting the script in your head on how you going to confess to him. Maybe make it quick and straight to the point like “Hey miles look, I like you” or make it sentimental like “Miles,ever since I met you a year ago-” your train of though got interrupted by a ring of a bell from the entrance of the coffee shop.
There standing by the door, slightly out of breath stand Miles Morales. He look around the coffee shop trying to see a familiar face, when his eyes land on you a smile is send to your direction. He make his ways to you before sitting down with a big sigh “Finally! Im done dealing with that guy” he muster up the best puppy face that he can at you “Im sorry that im late (Y/N), as a sorry I’ll buy your (favorite dessert) what do you say?” he tilt his head to the side leaning forward.
Oh how can you be mad at him after that very tempting deal so you roll your eyes and smile at him “Alright alright apology accepted,but this will be the last okay?”. He laugh and nodding his head “Aigh I’ll make sure next time I won’t be late, I be right back” he give you a wink before walking to the counter to order his drink and getting your dessert. You sit there smilling to yourself,the butterfly fluttering in your stomach.
Few minutes later Miles return with the set items “here ya go! Enjoy” he put the small plate in front of you and keeping his hot coco to himself. “You don’t have to you know,a sorry would suffice” you insist while picking up the spoon. Miles shake his head waving his hand “Nah nah I feel bad keeping you hangin man, that’s the least I could do for you”. You just let out a chuckle and nod,it’s free food so.
Like always, you are curious as to what he have been drawing this week so as you feed yourself a spoonful of sweetness “So,anything new you been cooking up?”. Miles put down his cup before nodding “Yeah yeah I have a few new pieces, here” he turn his body slightly reach for his bag pulling out his black sketchbook that is decorated by stickers “Here,check it out” he slide the book to you.
You open up the book skipping few pages back until you see a new art have been drawn by him “Whoa, these are neat Miles” you smile wide as you take in the details and bright colors of the pieces he drawn. “I wanna put up that one up on a wall,I’ll let you know when though” he says as he watches you going through his precious book. You chuckle “can’t wait Miles” you flip to another page, seeing the familiar spider people like that particular black and white spider, Miles told you his name is Spider Noir.
Your eyes trail to another piece in the page, your smile fell slightly. It’s a drawing of the familiar blonde girl, Gwen. You can’t lie that Gwen is a beautiful girl and very talented, the drawing capture her smile and her cool shaved hair that gives her more personality. The envy feeling return but you swallow it down “Wow someone is having a crush huh” you said teasingly at Miles lifting your head to look at him,with a soft but pain smile. “What do you mean?” Miles says furrowed his eyebrows. You turn the book held it up towards him lifting one of your eyebrow “Come onn don’t lie,it’s pretty obvious Miles”. Miles eyes widened “What?! no no nahh you got it wrong im not pfff that’s funny nah nah” he says as he cross his arms over his chest after waving his hand side to side.
You roll your eyes snapping the book shut putting it down on the table “Please you been talking and drawing the same spider people these past months, and you been drawing Gwen a lot too” you give him a pointed look. Miles sigh and put his arms on the table “Look (N/N) whatever it is you’re thinking it’s not that I like her its just that I…I miss her,I miss them” he gesture his hand to the book “It’s, kind of lonely being the only spider-man you know”.
You purse your lips before sigh lightly “I hope one day you can meet them again Miles” you reach for his hand,holding it both in yours. “You’re not alone here Miles, you have Ganke…you have me”
Miles look into your eyes,he is stunned. For as long as they have been friends, Miles does have a tiny crush on her. Miles just like the sound of her laughter or when she scrunched her face at his corny joke makes him forget his problem for a while. He feel comfortable with her,he feel free to be himself with or without the mask. He knows that she’ll be there whenever he needed her help, he also put an extra work to his drawings because he wanted to show you only the best pieces of art from him. But when he met Gwen and to know that she is also a spider,it feels different to him. He know how much Gwen understands him, he doesn’t feel different of being the odd one. He is confuse, over his own feelings.
“Look Miles I been wanting to tell you something” your voice snap him out of his thoughts. “W-what is it (N/N)?” Miles look at you with anticipation.
You on the other hand is having a battle with yourself in your head going back and forth with ‘tell him you feel better’ or ‘Don’t tell him and pretend’. You squeeze his hand in your palm slightly, building up the courage. ‘this is it,if he won’t return my feelings at least I get it off my chest’ you blew out an air and open your mouth “Miles, I…” the word is stuck in your throat. ‘Just say it,say it!’ you mentally scolding yourself.
Just as you open your mouth a loud crash and a panic yelling come from outsdie of the cafe, you and Miles turn to look at scene to see few robbers went inside a car while the owner is screaming for help. ‘Wow…the universe hates me huh’ you look back at Miles to see him already looking at you with a clear ‘I gotta go sorry’ in his eyes. You just tilt your head to it with an understanding smile “Go get em spidey”. Miles smiles at you, and starts to stand up but be he stops “Wait,what is it that you want to tell me?”. You shake your head “No no it���s nothing important really,just school stuff”. But Miles know better and reassure you “Look i know its important, so tell me later okay?” he says as he start to walk backward to the door “Got it?”. You nod your head “got it now go!” watching him runs out of the cafe.
Well there goes your moment to confess, you sight as you take out your phone calling your best friend.
(In earth-42 before the ATSV event)
You climb up the fire escape to Miles hideout,where he and uncle Aaron would do their plans and fixing on his Prowler suit. You know this when the day his father died he sworn to keep the neighborhood safer,not only for his mom but for you too. He try his very best not to let two of his most beloved people in his life have the same fate as his dad.
You being a lovely partner support him and his ambition, you help him provide some of the material he needed. When he got hurt or beaten up, you would be there tending him on the couch, When some day comes the day where he is drown by guilt of not saving or do anything to save his dad, you will be there either holding him or be on the phone with a gentle voice to remind him that “It’s not your fault love”. You are his anchor that keep him grounded in the sea of his big responsibilities. He have to be the man of the house, helping his mom, be a student and survive in this dangerous city.
But the two of you are such a great couple, Miles would walk you to and back from school. Always walk together hand in hand through the school hallway, keeping you protected from anyone try to do anything. Secret kisses and sweet words exchange with a whisper, only a blind person could not see how in love these two couple are. The love and tenderness in his eyes whenever he look at you as you busy telling him about your day. One time the two of you spend the whole night dancing to uncle Aaron’s boombox that he borrowed, it ended with his arms around your waist while your arms around his neck gaze into one another swaying to the music.
That moment will always stuck with you, as you reach the window to his hideout. You heard music blast coming from inside, you pull the window up and crawl in making your way to your man. Miles seem busy with his claw sitting on the stool, so you gently wrap your arm around his waist from behind giving him a soft kiss on his neck “Hey love”. He hum lifting his head from hunching over the claw turning his head to give a kiss on your temple “Hey princesa” you smile at the nickname.
“You been so busy lately love, we spend little to no time together this week but on call for hours”  you push yourself away from him leaning on the table beside him. Miles continue to temper with his claw “lo siento, princesa. Promise after I finish with this I’m yours for the night” he glance at you. You look over to the other side of the table to see his black sketchbook, you reach and open it to see few of his old drawings he made. He have less and less time to draw his heart out these past weeks, you keep turning the pages when you see a beautiful drawing of you. You graze your finger over it to see the details and pop out colors. Your hear swell to see he have been drawing you on the few pages back, he drawn you when you’re in class and when you were practicing volleyball he capture your smile every single one of it.
“Aigh im done now, you good mi amada?” Miles call out to you as he grabbing his signature green and purple jacket, he turn his head to see you looking at his sketchbook eyeing on the particular piece that he draw few days back. He knows you love it when he draws you, he wrap one of his arm around your waist leaning his head on yours “Mi amada come on, you can check em out later”. You put the book down chuckling “Okay okay Mr Morales im goingg” you broke out a grin as he drag you by the waist to the same window you came in.
You spend the night getting tacos and chatting together in the cafe you love to hang out at, Miles insist of paying the drinks and your favorite dessert as you two stand patiently at the line to order. Miles held you close to him both are oblivious as what will happen to them soon. A figure dress in all black with hoodie up and mask covering half of his face, he walks up to the cashier.
“Uhm sir you need to be in line to order please” the little waitress says a bit skeptical at the man. “I’m not here for that, the register. open it” the guys says making the waitress even more confuse “E-excuse me sir?”. The guy sudden reach for his back pulling out a gun pointing straight at her “I said open the register now!”
His voice caught the attention not only to the two of you but the few teens in the cafe, once it clicked in their head what is happening some reach for the phone to dial the police but the robber turn around keeping the gun up “If any of you even think of putting your phone up I’ll fucking shoot you!”
Miles already pulling you behind him, his mind is racking for any plans so that this situation won’t get out of hand. You on the other hand holding on to your phone already dialing the 911 but you let the operator listens to the whole commotion, You hand grips tightly on Miles arm, heart beats so fast that you can hear it in your ears. “Miles, what should we do?” you whisper to him. “It’s okay, I’ll handle this okay?” you held on to him with a frown, you know he can handle a simple robbery with his Prowler suit but right now he doesn't have anything to defend himself. “don’t be ridiculous you don’t have your suit” you hiss out through your teeth furrowing your brows at him.
Miles turn his head to his face hold a serious expression,his tone is stern “Just stay out of it, let the police know what happen okay?” before you could protest Miles already make his way to the robber grabbing on to his shoulder turning him around grabbing his arm twisting it. The robber yelp at the sudden attack from Miles, the pain from his twisted arm making him let go of the gun, the weapon fall to the floor as the two struggle accidentally kicking the gun to your direction. You look at the gun and look at the two, you quickly reach down to the gun holding on to it so that the robber won’t take it.
The robber look at the gun and then up to you, the look on that guy’s face strike fear in you, you hand starts to tremble holding the gun. The robber punch Miles straight to his face,this time without his mask the pain makes Miles stumble to the side making the robber charge towards his terrified partner. “Give that to me bitch!” He grab on to your arm so hard that it is starting to hurt, but you determine to keep holding on to the gun.
Miles shake his head to relieve the pain slightly to see his partner and the robber are fighting over the gun, in panic he rush over to them “(Y/N)!”. Suddenly everything turns slow mo, the robber tug the gun hard from your grasp turning it towards you and
BAM!! BAM!
Two shots have been released, a searing pain runs through your abdomen and chest. The blows making you stumble back on your feet a few time before your knees buckle underneath you, you body slammed on the floor. The sounds of people screams muffle and your vision starts to get blur.
Miles look at the scene eyes wide, ‘no,no this can’t be happening’. He rushes to your side in his head screaming ‘Please no, god no no not her too’ his hand hover over the gunshot before he softly says to you “Okay okay I'm going to turn you around baby” trying to reassure you and to himself. He carefully lift one of your side to look at the gunshot to see if it went all the way through, it does. You are bleeding out a lot, loosing blood by the second. He look back to your face to see you are crying and gasping, he hold your face with both of his face, he try his best to hold on to his tears as he choke out the words “Baby listen to me you’re gonna be alright, just hold on for a little longer baby please”.
The robber realized what he had done run out of the cafe, but Miles paid no mind as he is grasping on to you. You feel yourself is slowly slipping away, your eyes locked on to the beautiful brown eyes of your boyfriend. Struggle to breath you choke out the words “I-im scared Miles”. He held on to your hand bringing it to his cheek “Im here baby I’m here” he says as a tear runs down his cheek dripping on to your cold cheek. You know it be the last time you will ever see his honey brown eyes, with a last energy you mustered “M-Miles I-”
Then silent…to Miles everything around him is muffled, he is staring into your eyes as you pass to the other side. Your warm hand is now cold In his, he already misses your voice. He hold your limp body to his chest sobbing as he chant
“I’m sorry”
(Back to earth 1610 Miles and Reader)
For some reason everything went wrong so fast in one day, you and Miles barely survive the spider arm. One after another happened in a such pace you could barely catch up but now Miles have successfully got both of you home,or not. You are waiting patiently on the rooftop of his apartment to help him with the Spot but your eyes widened at the big graffiti on the wall of the other building, when did Mr Morales died? You remember that Miguel says his death will be in two days. The sinking feeling in your stomach is making you panic, you pieces together that you are in a wrong home, in a wrong dimension. The once lively and beautiful city turn into this dark and grimy city,the street that are always filled with people is now silence, you're in a completely different place. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration “Oh shit shit” then you walk towards the door leading to the staircase ‘I have to get Miles!’ as your hand was about to reach the door a voice came from behind the door.
Your eyes widened quickly pressing yourself to the wall blending into the shadow to see who walk out of the door, there walk out uncle Aaron and Miles. Miles on the other hand is scare and worry about you, he left you here for while and promise to come back but after he figure out he is in a different dimension he wanted to run out of his house to get to you but instead he stumble to his supposed dead uncle. “Look uncle Aaron, I gotta uh go” he try to get out of the situation “I gotta go find” his words trail  as his eyes land on the same graffiti, his dad is dead in this dimension. Before he could do anything a figure jump from the other rooftop and sucker punch Miles making him pass out straight to the floor.
You cover your mouth as you witness everything play out in front of you, not believing this is really happening. For another dimension you would have thought that uncle Aaron will be the same as your dimension uncle Aaron but no, this guy is something else. You have to save Miles and go home ASAP, you watch as Aaron slung the limp body of Miles over his shoulder turning to the other figure seems to have an exchange of conversation before the figure leap away from the rooftop to another. Aaron on the other hand walk to the fire escape stairs making his way down to the dark alleyway.
You have no other choice, you have to save Miles. You have no one else to call for help. You’re on your own, so you follow behind a few feet away from Aaron. The quiet and empty street is dark enough for you to trail without raising any of his attention, heck the street is dark enough for people in their home not to question the limp body he is currently carrying.
After a few minutes you are in a familiar window of uncle Aaron’s house, you peek inside through the window from the fire escape stair that you once went with Miles to sneak out to visit his uncle. You wait patiently as Aaron have tied Miles to the punching bag with chains and wires, Aaron answers his phone call it seems to be urgent. ‘please go out please go out’ you chant in your head and your prayer is answered as Aaron walk out of the room after he shut his phone, huh that was easy.
You push the window up and goes in as quietly as you can, your eyes glance around the dark room, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes are watching your every move from the beginning. He hope the person that his other self is looking for will be you and you walk right in to him. He got a second chance to see you again,and he intended to keep you here all to himself.
As you walk right under him, the figure dangle himself down with one of his hand try not to make any sudden noise to startle you. Before you could reach to his counterpart, he reach his hand to your shoulder gently hold on to it. You startle by the sudden contact make you turn around to see a purple neon mask staring at you, you gasp out in surprise stumble back on your feet “W-wait!” you are scare of him. You used to love his mask, you thought it look ‘cool’.
Miles quickly hold on to both of your forearm pulling you gently to him, he unmask himself so that you can hear his voice. His voice is gentle “Shh shh calm down mi amada its me”  he hold firmly at your forearms taking a few step closer to you. You are scare at this guy, the darkness of the room is making it hard for you to see his face but why is he talking to you like he known you before? And the voice sound so familiar. “W-who are you?”
Miles steps forward to you making you take every each step back until you are pin against the table and finally the light shine on to the person in front of you, that same honey eyes staring back at you. “M-Miles?” you stare at him eyes wide, this Miles looks different he have eye bags, slightly sunken cheek and his hair is shave and braided.
He look at you with a sad smile, you were too stun to do anything as he hold your cheek so gently “Hey mi amada, what happened to you?” his thumb grazing over a little scratch on your cheek cause by Miguel. “W-what did you just called me” you ask but this Miles pay no mind to your question “It’s alright I’m here now I won’t let anything happen to you,not this time”. Your mind is racing, why is he calling you my beloved? Why does he seem to miss you? Your other half is also here…well was here. Your eyes held sympathy at him now “Were you close?”
Miles saddened at your words “What are you saying mi vida, we are close” you shake your head at him taking his hand that is holding your cheek moving it away from your cheek “No no im not her Miles please” he grasp your hand pinning them to the table “We belong together mi amor, you belong to me” he lean closer to you, now chest to chest. You tremble slightly fear of this Miles behavior.
(1610 Miles POV)
Miles open his eyes, his head rings as he try to focus on his vision but as he open his eyes to see you are pinned down by somebody. Miles see your eyes make contact with his, your eyes are begging for him to help. But he can’t do anything but to dangle helplessly. The person pinning her to the table hold her chin turning her chin“Ah ah attention to me mi vida” Miles are even more confuse as to why this stranger is calling you endearing name that only use if you have an intimate relationship. “Please…you have to let me go, I-im not who you think I am” she whimper as you try to move away from the person but he shushed her “Shh mi princesa”
Miles heart burned slightly to see this person calling you different endearing names, its like he is talking to his lover and the tender touches is like he holding a treasure. Miles have been the few person that you trust and comfortable enough for physical touch, the warm hugs you share and the hand holding as you walk together. To see this complete stranger to just touch you it triggers his protectivenes and his, hidden feelings for you. “Hey! Let go of her man!”
(Back to third POV)
Miles lean back slightly a lopside smile tug on his lips before he lick his teeth “So, he’s awake” he still keep you pin to the table. “What so special about him hm? Tell me mi princesa” he reaches over to the side for one of his claw. “Base on the first name term you been calling him, you’re not even together,you’re not special to him” he hold his gaze onto you, hoping for you to understand his side and stay. Your heart squeeze painfully at his words, you two are nothing more than a friend.
“But to me, you’re my treasure, mi amor” his eyes is pleading at you, “He have all this fancy power but he can’t even get you home safe, mi princessa don’t you see? You’re here for a reason, to be here by my side together again”
Miles shake his head ‘no no no that’s not true (N/N) don’t listen to him’, he does care for her, he always have, you are special to him. You have been with him from the beginning, when you stand up to him to Miguel his heart swell to see you will always be by his side even when the others are againts him. He doesn’t want to lose you. “No don’t listen to him (Y/N)” Miles voice seems to annoy this other Miles.
“You’re so beautiful..I have miss your alluring voice talking to me, your soft touches” he put on his claw. “Why would you want to be with someone like him” his voice is lace with venom, he hate his other self to not cherish you like he would.
“Who are you..what do you want from her” Miles eyes glare at the back of this guy skull, he heard him chuckle “I’m” he pause before turn his head “I'm Miles Morales. But you,you can call me the Prowler” the other Miles says as he glare at the dangling spider.
Miles eyes widened to see himself with full on Prowler gear and a braided hair,he look much more mature here. Miles put the pieces of puzzle together in his head,In this dimension he too have his version of (Y/N), after hearing the names he have been calling it seems his other self is truly in love with not only earth 42 version of (Y/N) but from 1610 dimension too. “Look man…I know you have history with her but you can’t keep her here…you have to let us go”
The Prowler Miles walk up to near him “And let YOU keep her?” he raises his claws powering it up curling his claws into a fist “why would I do that” he put the fist beside his head.  
You watch the two Miles, one is glaring to the other while the other is looking at the other with an eyes burning with determination. Determined to get you out of here…but the question is
Who will you choose?
(the end)
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animehideout · 4 months
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I think a lot about jjk men being angry because their gamer girlfriend ignores them 😩
(sorry for the writing, english is not my first language
JJK Men x Gamer GF
a/n: Hello anon thank you so much for your request. I had fun writing this one. I really hope you like it 🫶🏻
( Requests are open )
Characters: Gojo Satoru / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Nanami Kento.
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Gojo Satoru:
Satoru has been very busy with endless missions lately, getting home really late.
To ease your lonliness, you started gaming.
Well till it turned into addiction.
You were kinda mad at him for not making time for you or at least speak to the higher-ups to take some days off.
But you never talked that out with him, since you didn't have the chance to express yourself.
He surprisingly arrived early tonight, excited to spend the night cuddling with you while watching movies.
But he didn't expect you to have your eyes glued on the screen in front of you while gaming like a maniac.
The room echoed with the sounds of keystrokes and game music.
He jumped in excitement to surprise you but no reaction.
“huh? baby! Im hooome”
“hey” you smiled unenthusiastically at him and quickly turned your focus back on your game.
He raised his eyebrow, watching as you delve into your virtual world, a world seemingly more captivating than his presence.
Would try everything to bring your attention towards him.
He knows his touch makes you weak, so he leaned in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, wishing to draw your attention away from your screen.
“I missed you so much babygirl”
His attempt failed miserably, you just hummed in return completely ignoring him.
When his affection didn't work he started teasing you attempting to provoke you and get a reaction out of you.
“You sure you can play this game? I feel like you suck at this”.
When his teasing fell on a deaf ear as well, his frustration reached its peak.
His calm and amused voice turned into an annoyed tone.
“ARE YOU REALLY GONNA IGNORE ME FOR THAT STUPID GAME Y/N?” he would yell in an unusual harsh tone.
The question hang in the air as it left you momentarily stunned.
“Why the hell are you yelling?” you would question.
“Oh so now I got your attention?! I've been trying to talk to you for half an hour now and all what you did is playing your stupid game”.
His anger was very evident.
He would remove his blindfold throwing it somewhere in your shared bedroom.
“So you got mad because I was focusing on playing my game but you didn't consider that I'm probably the one who's mad because you're never home” you let out of everything, confronting him.
“you're comparing this stupid game to my job?”
Oh boy he fucked up, he didn't get the whole point.
After raging and snapping at you he would give you the silent treatment.
Of course his narcissistic ass wouldn't apologize first.
He's convinced that it's your fault even though he was offensive as well.
You would eventually say sorry and he'll show you his bright smile at the spot.
Both of you would talk things out and find a solution to spend more time together.
“so we good now baby?...can we cuddle?”
“yeah Satoru just lemme finish this round” you would joke.
Toji Fushiguro:
As much as he enjoys your giggles and the way you throw cute tantrums while playing, he HATES IT when you're completely engrossed in your game, oblivious to the way he's sitting there watching you.
Kinda paradoxical.
He wished to have you in his arms.
Or having you on his lap while making out.
But all of these were just thoughts crossing his mind cuz you don't seem like you're finishing your game any time sooner.
And that annoyed him to the core.
“y/n, y/n ?”
“HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE”.
You didn't even hear him with having your headset on.
He's very possessive of you and he wants all of your attention to himself.
Especially when you started chatting with your friends, while playing together.
That shit was his last straw.
“Thats it...get your ass over here y/n”
You would look at him in disbelief.
Mouthing “my friends heard you”
“oh trust me I don't give A SINGLE FUCK” he would yell again.
You apologized to your friends and quickly paused the game.
“Are you out of your mind Toji why did you say that”.
“Why did you apologize to your friends while I'm the one you should apologize to”
He would stand up approaching you, narrowing his eyes, clearly pissed.
His giant figure making you take a step back, trapping you between him and your desk.
“Now what should I do to you for ignoring me for too long huh?” he whispered.
You started stuttering, his strong aura did things to you.
His narrow eyes piercing through you, sending shivers down your spine.
“I- I'm s-sorry” you gulped.
“What a good girl...now turn off that computer before I smash it and get your ass on the bed”
Well you had no other options, so you obeyed him.
Unless you want to act bratty which will result in him punishing the hell out of you.
Would spend the whole night cuddling you, literally smashing you in his strong arms, never letting go of you. 🫶🏻🥹
“But Toji I really need to use the bathroom”.
“Nuh-uh”.
Ryomen Sukuna:
Two possibilities, whether you're too bold or you're suicidal and have a death wish to test this man's patience.
They just released this new game and you're completely obsessed with it.
You would spend hours playing it, luckily Sukuna was busy with some things so he didn't notice the way that game took your whole attention and energy.
He wants to be the one taking all of your time and energy.
But when he does notice, oh god, run or pray for your life.
“y/n come here let me kiss you”
“one second!!!”
He would look at you in disbelief.
Cocking his eyebrow, while leaning back .
Even though your back was facing him, you could feel the daggers he was sending your way.
“I said NOW”
“Please baby, I'm winning be there in a sec-”
You didn't even get to finish your sentence when he threw your whole set up off of your desk.
Your eyes would widen in shock.
You don't know if you should feel sad that your whole gaming set up got destroyed or scared that you're the one about to get destroyed.
“You dare to ignore me.. that's bold of you y/n” he would say in his deep voice, making your chest tighten.
“I'll only allow this once, there won't be a second time... do you understand?”
You would nod immediately.
He would throw you on his shoulder taking you to your shared bedroom.
“You need to be taught a lesson after all”
Of course he wouldn't apologize that he got angry at you.
I mean, it's Sukuna we're talking about.
The next day, Sukuna would surprise you with a new gaming computer with complete setup.
You've never imagined him doing this gesture but you truly appreciated that the king of curse actually considered your feelings.
“I don't understand what humans find so entertaining in this game... you should try murder is much more fun..”
You would happily unbox it and place it on your desk.
“Now, Doll next time when I tell you to stop you stop immediately without any stupid excuses”.
Nanami Kento:
Would be home after a long day at work.
Brings dinner with him and expects both of you to eat together while talking about your day and future plans for the weekend.
Only to find you in a dark room, only your computer screen glowing.
“y/n I'm home darling!”
“oh hey there baby” you would simply say eyes still glued on the game.
He wouldn't think much of it even though you were used to jump on him, embracing him in a long hug and telling him how much you missed him.
But lately all what you've been occupied with is this game.
Would give you space, while he takes his time to shower, prepare the table for both of you to have dinner.
“y/n dinner is ready, let's eat”
“yeah yeah I'll be there in a sec Kento” you said, agressively pressing the buttons on your controller.
He would sigh and head to the kitchen, to wait for you there.
Half an hour has passed, an hour and you didn't show up yet.
“shit” you said to yourself when you checked the time.
You ran downstairs to find him on the couch watching TV.
You slowly approached him and sat next to him.
“ken-”
“you don't have to say anything y/n”.
Your heart ached because you know you screwed up.
He would ignore you, his eyes fixated on the big screen in front of him.
You would place your hand on his lap but he would reject you.
“Kento please”
He would start lecturing you.
“You know, that was extremely childish y/n.. I've been waiting for us to have dinner together since the moment I left the morning.. that's what keeps me going.. knowing that I'll come back home to find you..but you did what? you ignored me”
He would be really furious but he kept it to a low and cold tone.
No matter how much he gets pissed he'll never raise his voice at you.
You would look down, embarrassed and feeling extremely guilty.
“I'm your husband y/n , lately you're not fulfilling your duties towards me like I do to you..”.
He is a responsible man, and he believes in efforts from both sides.
You would end up crying.
And he'll end up apologizing even though it was your mistake from the beginning.
He hates seeing you cry, especially because of him.
He regretted getting angry at you.
Between sobs you managed to explain to him that you were trying to win an award by getting the first place in this game.
Would bring you to his chest, holding you close.
“shh I'm sorry.. that's okay. I understand. I'm sorry if my words were harsh”
Would wipe your tears.
Doesn't go to work the next day and spends the day with you while you teach him how to play.
Thank you for reading (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪
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Running On Sunshine (hospital AU)
Do No Harm part 3 || masterlist || previous part || next part
pairing: doctor!Aemond Targaryen x doctor!Reader
summary: You haven't spoken to Aemond. Tensions rise between the two of you and come to a head at the arrival of a disruptive patient.
word count: 6.1k
warnings: NSFW mdni medical terminology, use of needles, discussion around addiction (specifically alcohol, rehab, recovery), fighting, blood, punching, explicit sex (p in v) fingering, oral (fem receiving), creampie, praise, dirty talk, spanking, language
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dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
note: here it is! long-awaited, thank you for being so patient as my brain jumps around 😂 hope you enjoy it!!
disclaimer: yall, I am not a doctor, I am simply a Grey's Anatomy stan. If something is off or incorrect please just suspend your disbelief! I am trying my best to make it as accurate as possible but its just for fun!!
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It’s been a few days since your ultimatum with Aemond. 
No texts. 
No calls. 
You pass each other in the halls and avoid eye contact, brushing past him close enough that if you extended your little finger you’d be sure to brush against the back of his hand.
You weren’t going to chase him. 
You’d told him what you wanted. Told him you’d wanted him. And he had stayed silent. If that was the end of you and him, so be it.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t killing you inside. Watching him day in and day out walking through the halls of Citadel General in those stupid blue scrubs that he somehow wore like he was strutting down a runway not the hallway of a hospital. 
It didn’t help that observations often included surgeries he was a part of. Aemond was a model resident, often asked to assist the attendants. And he was hard to miss, always wearing his signature scrub cap with little dragons peppered all over it, mid-flight. You’d catch him glancing up at the viewing gallery, peering up over his mask every now and then. You never caught his eye, he was much too quick for that. 
“Switch with me,” you’d begged that afternoon after Baratheon had informed you of the plan to observe Dr. Cole’s surgery. There was no way Aemond wouldn't be there, Dr. Cole had chosen him as an obvious favorite. 
You’d been catching up on notes with Cory for the past ten minutes, the pair of you both trying to shove food in your mouths before your pagers inevitably went off. 
Labs. Observation. Notes. Scut work.
The never-ending revolving schedule of your internship. 
Cory reaches into her bag of salt and vinegar chips, clicking her mouse furiously, her brows pinched together in concentration. 
“I can’t,” she says through a mouthful, “Besides, you’ve already done this lab. If I don’t get these hours by the end of the week I’m about to take Jace’s place as Baratheon’s least favorite.”
You groan in frustration, letting your head rest against the keyboard of your computer. Nettles pops her head into the room, frowning at you both, “What’s wrong with her?”
Cory shrugs and you turn your head to face Nettles. 
Beep beep!
Cory groans, checking her pager, “Shit, I gotta go,” she says, crushing her chip bag and logging out of the computer before heading out of the room, “Sorry again, Y/N!”
You mumble something along the lines of don’t worry about it just as she disappears from sight. Nettles raises her eyebrows.
“McDreamy?” she asks, and you continue to pout, “Damn. Dick is so good we should change his name to McDick.”
“You suck,” you tell her, but you can’t stop your smile, “Definitely not your best work.”
“McOrgasm? I’m still thinking of one that truly encompasses the distress he’s causing you. Dr. Cum?” she makes a face, “Okay ew. Definitely not Dr. Cum.”
You groan, putting your face in your hands, “What am I going to do?”
Nettles walks towards you, slapping the back of your head. You lift your head, mouth open in shock, palming the place she slapped.
“Hey! I was recently concussed!”
“And apparently it scrambled your brains more than we thought!” she snaps, “See what you’re not going to do is spend your days moping over Dr. Sexy. I don’t care how good his dick was. You are a doctor. You are an insanely smart woman and you are in your internship.”
Nettles lowers herself to your height, taking your hands in hers. 
“He is very dreamy,” she says, her brown eyes empathetic, “But this is your time to shine. Not his. He’s not this important.”
It hurts---gods does it hurt---but she’s right. And you know it. You’ve been through situations like this before. You’ve gotten through things like this, and worse. Smiling at Nettles you squeeze her hands.
“Thank you.”
“Mhmm,” she says, smiling, “Always here for a reality check. You’re the sun, babe.”
You smile back at her, “I’m the sun.”
“Damn right,” she says, chuckling, “How’s Cece doing?”
“She was discharged this morning,” you tell her, beaming with pride, “Just finished her last round of antibiotics and her labs are clear. I’m working on her note now.”
Nettles plops down in Cory’s seat, reaching into the chip bag she left behind. Her hand comes out empty and she frowns. 
Jace opens the door, looking rather sweaty and discombobulated. He’s been running around the most, trying to get on Barartheon’s good side. 
“Hey,” he says, out of breath, “Can you guys help me in the pit?”
“No can do,” Nettles says, “We’ve got observation soon.”
You nod agreeing, but become curious noticing Jace’s panicked expression.
“Why what’s wrong?” you ask.
“Just…five minutes,” Jace says, “Please, I need someone. And I can’t find Sara and Cory--I just need someone, please.”
You turn to Nettles.
“The pit?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at you, “Really?”
“Tell Baratheon I’ll be there as soon as I can,” you tell her, “Besides, maybe it’s a good case.”
“Girl,” Nettles says, sighing and shaking her head.
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“I just really need your help,” Jace says, leading you through the emergency room, weaving between nurses and patients, “It’s just that…I mean I didn’t know the other day but now…”
“Didn’t know what?” you ask as he stops outside a curtain.
“-- he’s back again and family members--,” Jace says, brown eyes wide, “We’re not supposed to work on family members.”
Your eyebrows concave together in confusion when suddenly the curtain pulls back. A man is lying in the hospital bed, a halo of platinum hair cascading onto the pillow he lays on. His eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot, a lazy grin appearing on his face as he gives you a once-over.
“Nephew,” he sing-songs, giggling, “You brought me a present!”
Jace sighs, pulling the curtain from his grasp. Wait a minute. Nephew? Your eyes scan the giggling man as Jace snaps something at him. The silvery hair, the violet eyes. Seven hells.
How many Targaryens are there?
“Excuse me?”
“He’s kidding,” Jace says, forcing a smile and turning to his uncle, “You’re kidding.”
His uncle shakes his head, lower lip jutting out in a pout, “I’ve never told a joke in my life. She’s pretty Jacey, well done.”
Your cheeks burn at the compliment, at the way his eyes cascade down your body. You’ve never felt more exposed in simple scrubs. 
“Stop calling me that,” Jace snaps, cheeks reddening.
“I didn’t know you had it in you, Jacey boy,” he croons, “Thought Baela had taken your balls when she dumped your ass--”
“Funnier every time I see you, Aegon,” Jace interrupts, closing the curtain once more. 
Aegon’s mouth drops open in surprise before he’s hidden from sight. You raise an eyebrow at Jace, folding your arms across your chest. 
“He’s harmless,” Jace assures you, “Please, please just help get him out of here as soon as possible.”
“Well, that’s sort of difficult when we don’t know what’s wrong--”
“I know what’s wrong.”
You frown, raising an eyebrow at him, “You know?”
“Yeah, he’s fucking drunk. He’s always drunk. Just give him a banana bag, let him sober up, and get him out of here,” Jace instructs.
“How do you know he’s drunk?”
“Considering the fact he hasn’t been sober since I was eight years old, it’s not hard to guess,” Jace tells you, “He’s been to more rehab programs than I can count. Trust me on this.”
“I’m still going to have to do some labs,” you tell him, not willing to go against protocol.
“That’s fine, do what you have to do just…keep him out of the way,” Jace pleads, eyes widening as though he’d just remembered something very important, “And don’t let Aemond know he’s here.”
Your gut tightens at the mention of Aemond.
“Why not?”
“Just don’t. It’s better for everyone if no one knows Aegon is here,” Jace finishes, “Thank you, I owe you big time.”
“Yeah you do,” you confirm, and then Jace hurries out of sight, eager to escape the pit.
The curtain opens once more and you turn, meeting the curious gaze of Aegon Targaryen. You try to stop the scowl that threatens to overtake your face as he grins widely, a mischievous look in his eyes. 
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“Ow!”
“Will you hold still!”
“You’re killing me!”
“Stop being so dramatic!”
“It hurts!”
“It won’t hurt if you stay still, Aegon!”
Aegon throws his opposite arm over his eyes as you attempt to find a vein for the third time. He’s too squirmy, too anxious that as soon as the needle pierces his ivory skin he’s flinching away and howling. 
“I’ve seen children do better than you,” you grumble, and he gasps in feigned shock.
“They let you torture children?”
“Hush!” you insist, and to your relief, he’s able to stay still as you start the IV, “There you go. See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Aegon peaks over his arm, glancing down at the tubes as you assemble them properly, making sure the drip is even. He frowns as you release the tourniquet. 
“I bruise like a peach,” he mumbles.
“Sounds like you need more iron in your diet,” you tell him, walking to the other side of his bed. You need to take his blood pressure and begin wrapping the band around his arm. 
“Can I have something for the pain?” he asks.
“No, you may not.”
“Not even Tylenol?”
“No.”
“Hells,” he mumbles, “You should know, I enjoy it when women are mean to me, it turns it on.”
“Of course it does.”
“Mhmm. I eat that shit up.”
You’ve been trying not to look at his face for too long. If you look at Aegon, you’ll start thinking about Aemond. 
You’ve been trying very hard not to think about Aemond.
They don’t really look alike, despite the matching hair and eye color. Though he’s sitting down you can tell Aegon has none of Aemond’s height. He’s soft whereas Aemond is sharp. Their mouths may be the most similar thing about them, both awarded beautifully pouty lips made to be kissed. 
“What’s on your mind, doc?” Aegon says, eyes narrowing.
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying, I’m very perceptive,” Aegon insists, “Come on tell me. What is it? Doctor drama? Boyfriend drama?” Your face must give something away when he asks, because his eyes light up, “Boyfriend drama.”
It’s no use, you can feel your face heating up, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Fuck off.”
Your head snaps up at him, and you remove the blood pressure sleeve. Discarding it in favor of your stethoscope you place the end against his chest.
“Breathe in.”
“D’you have a girlfriend then?” he relentlessly continues.
“No.”
“A fuck buddy?”
“Hells,” you mumble in frustration, trying to listen to his heartbeat. 
“Please tell me it isn’t my nephew,” Aegon says, making a face.
“What?” you answer, far too quickly, “No! Seven hells, Jace and I are friends! And I do not sleep with colleagues.”
“Everyone sleeps with colleagues,” Aegon argues, “How else do you meet people?”
“That working well for you?”
“Oh I don’t work,” he answers, “That’s boring.”
You choke back a laugh. The man truly is ridiculous.
“Alright then. Well, you’re all set once you’re done with your fluids we’ll check your vitals again and send you on your way,” you tell him, making a note in his chart, “I can have the nurses reach out to some detox programs if you’re interested.”
“I’m not.”
“Look, I understand a bit of your history from what Jace shared. But you should know, recovery isn’t linear, and relapse is completely normal-”
“I haven’t relapsed.”
You blink. 
“Your BAC was 1.06,” you inform him, “That’s more than a little buzzed.”
“I haven’t had a drink since Nyra birthed her last gremlin,” he insists, not elaborating on who Nyra was, “I’m just like this.”
Your eyebrows knit together. He could be lying, you know that. Addiction is one hell of a disease. 
“Don’t look at me like that,” he groans.
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t believe me.”
You’re silent for a moment, just staring into his violet eyes. 
“Your blood--”
“Fuck the labs,” he groans, “They always come back like that. I haven’t taken anything. I haven’t drank anything. Believe me, I’d be much more obvious.”
“How so?”
“Well for starters, a pretty little thing like you wouldn’t be so far away,” he comments, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, “I don’t know why this happens. I think my body got so used to being fucked up, it just does it on its own now.”
“You’re being serious,” you comment, and he nods.
It goes against everything you’ve learned in med school, and in residency thus far. Your pager beeps and you glance at it. It’s Nettles. You’re supposed to be joining her soon. 
When you hear hooves, think horses, not zebras. 
You chew your bottom lip. Aegon raises a brow, already looking better with the intake of fluids. 
Fuck it. 
You quickly page Nettles, and let her know you’re needed longer in the pit. Hopefully, Baratheon doesn’t kill you for this. 
We’re going with the zebras. 
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“Okay so I’m going to send the sample to the lab and see what comes back,” you inform Aegon, “And if you’re being honest with me, we should have some answers for you.”
Aegon swings his legs over the side of the bed. 
“Why would I lie?”
You want to roll your eyes, but you’re sure if you do in his presence once more they’ll fall out of your skull. He gives you a cheeky grin as he notices your exasperation. 
“People lie all the time,” you tell him.
“To you?” Aegon asks, snatching your hand is his, “Never, princess.”
You hear Nettles suddenly, her voice flowing through the ER and your stomach turns. Surely, it's Dr. Baratheon coming to reprimand you for missing observation to spend time in the pit ‘trolling for surgeries.’ The curtain opens then, and to your horror, it’s Aemond who has discovered you rather than Dr. Baratheon. 
His eyes fall to your face first before he turns to Aegon. His gaze drops to your interlocked hands. Something washes over him, his expression cold and calculating. 
“Out,” he says, voice quiet as death. 
Aegon chuckles, but you can hear the nervousness he’s trying to hide. You can see it in the way he wets his lips, the way he pulls his hand from yours.
“Bro…”
“Out, now,” Aemond repeats, “Don’t make me drag you out in front of all these people.”
“Careful now,” Aegon says, standing, “you know how mummy feels about you getting your hands dirty--”
Aemond steps forward, hands fisting Aegon’s shirt and dragging him forward. Your eyes widen in shock and Nettles yelps as Aemond pushes past her, dragging Aegon with him. 
The display has gathered the attention of several nurses and patients as Aemond continues to drag him through the ambulance entrance and out the automatic doors. You and Nettles remain closely on their heels as they exit the hospital.
Aemond releases his hold, sending Aegon stumbling into the road. 
“Seven hells!” Nettles says, a shocked expression on her face. 
Aegon laughs maniacally, bending over with his hands on his knees. He shakes his head several times, like a dog before looking up.
“Go home,” Aemond says, flexing his hand.
“Where’s that?”
“Wherever you’ve been staying I suppose,” Aemond quips.
Aegon is panting, staring at his brother.
“I’d like to see Helaena.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Helaena!” he yells at the sky, “She’s my sister, I know she wants to see me.”
“You’re not shaking her down for any more fucking money,” Aemond says, his voice louder this time, making you flinch, “Go home, Aegon.”
Aegon wets his lips, running a hand through his hair. His eyes meet yours. 
“You’ll call me? With the results?” he asks, and Aemond snorts.
“Another STI screening?” Aemond snarks. 
Aegon’s tongue pokes his cheek, an angry smile on his face. 
“Gotta make sure I’m all clear before saddling up with a fit bird,” he taunts, eyes falling on you as he says it, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. 
Aemond lurches forward his hand connecting with Aegon’s cheek. Nettles and you both scream as Aemond jumps back, Aegon spitting a mix of blood and saliva on the ground. He laughs again, smiling with bloody teeth. 
“Get him cleaned up and get him out of here,” Aemond instructs Nettles, before heading back inside and leaving the three of you standing there.
Aegon’s lip is split, along with a cut on his cheekbone. He spits again, wiping his face and nodding at you.
“No boyfriend eh?” he says, grinning. Your face flushes. 
“I wasn’t lying.”
His grin widens.
“One of us is,” he says, referencing your earlier conversation, “Guess we’ll find out who.”
Nettles approaches him, and he winces. She turns to you.
“You should go see if he’s okay,” she says, nodding to the doors. 
You run back inside leaving Nettles and Aegon, your eyes searching for Aemond. Hurrying to the nurses' station, they inform you which direction he took off in. A nervous sweat breaks out on the back of your neck as you hurry down the hallway. You spot him then, taller than everyone else, watching as he ducks into an on-call room. 
Quickening your pace you follow him inside. It’s quiet as you close the door, besides the sound of a noise machine echoing white noise in the dimly lit space. There are two beds in this room; truly the on-call rooms are in such sorry states. Small twin mattresses with paper-thin sheets and pillows that may as well be pieces of foam. 
Aemond sits on the bed to the left, his head resting in his hands. You close the blinds on the door, flipping the sign that says “Both Beds Occupied” along with flicking the lock. You don’t think he’ll want to be disturbed.
“Aemond,” you say softly. He doesn’t move. The knuckles of his right hand are bloody. 
Taking a step closer, you watch his shoulders rise and fall with the deep breaths he’s taking. Anxiety churns in your stomach, and you take a step back, placing your hand on the handle of the door.
“I’ll just leave you--”
“Don’t,” Aemond speaks quietly for the first time, raising his head. His gaze softens, his eyes somewhat glassy. “Please don’t go.”
Your heart starts to race, but you nod, stepping back toward him. Sitting beside him the bed creaks; you cross your ankles and place your hands on the edge of the bed. Aemond rests his chin on his hands, arms propped on his knees. The pair of you sit in silence for several moments. It begins to rain outside, fat droplets of water beating against the window. 
“You should get that looked at,” you finally say, nodding at his hand. 
Aemond merely hums in response, flexing his fingers. 
“Seriously, you’re a surgeon,” you continue, “What are you thinking, throwing punches like that?”
Aemond glances at his hand, curling and uncurling his fingers, “He brings out the worst in me.”
“Your brother.”
“Mhmm,” he answers, shaking his hand. It’s not as bad as it looks, thankfully. He could have done some serious damage.
“I’m sorry. Jace told me…well I’m just sorry.”
“It’s alright. Someone has to treat him. I’m sorry if he was inappropriate to you.”
“It’s alright,” you assure him, “We don’t get to choose how patients behave.”
“Aegon can be a lot. Take it from someone who knows him rather well.”
“Noted.”
You sit in silence some more. The sky outside has begun to turn dark as clouds roll in, the sound of thunder audible in the distance. A storm is looming.
“I’ve missed you,” he says so softly you almost don’t catch it.
Your hands dig into the side of the bed, your heart pounding against your ribs making your chest feel painfully tight.
“Don’t-”
“Y/N..”
“Please Aemond,” you cut him off, eyes watery, “Please. Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
“I do mean it,” he insists, turning his head toward you, “It’s just…Y/N that day I didn’t give you an answer. And you deserve one. I like you. I like you so much. You’re an incredibly intelligent person, funny, adorable, and…” he trails off, shaking his head slightly as he chuckles to himself. 
“And what?”
“And that scares the shit out of me. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I wasn’t expecting you. When I moved here I just planned on keeping my head down and then….then there was you,” he looked away, his eyes lit up in wonder, “I saw you in that bar, and it was like the sun came out.” 
Your lips part, your stomach flutters pleasantly at his words, and goosebumps erupt on your skin. He glances at you shyly, the tips of his ears tinged pink.
“And then I saw you here and you’re an intern, at the beginning of your residency I just….I mess things up. I don’t want to mess things up for you. Or with you.”
You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, “Okay.”
“But…I miss you. I miss talking to you, kissing you,” Aemond continues, the top of his cheeks turning pink, matching his ears, “You asked me if I’m in or out. I didn’t answer, and I should have. I’m all in.”
“Aemond…”
“If you’ll have me,” he adds, “If you…if you want to give this a try.”
You smile at him softly.
“It’s all I wanted from the start.”
Aemond smiles, leaning toward you and connecting his lips to yours. You sigh against his mouth, as his hand snakes around the back of your neck, keeping you from going anywhere. His tongue runs along the seam of your lips, and you part them eagerly accepting the warm muscle into your mouth. 
Your hands bury themselves in his scrubs as he turns his head, deepening the kiss. His opposite hand reaches for your waist, sliding down to rest on the meat of your thigh. He rubs soothing circles there for a moment, before gripping you hard and pulling you on top of him. 
You straddle his waist as he scoots backward, pressing his back flat against the wall. He breaks the kiss for only a moment, tugging your blue scrub top over your head, before desperately chasing your lips once more. Shivering in the cool air, your nipples harden in your bra. You almost wish you’d worn something a little sexier, the plain black bra making you feel underdressed. 
Aemond eyes your tits like a madman as his skilled hands eagerly unclasp your bra, pulling it from your torso. 
“Should we be doing this--” you gasp, grinding against the hardness between his thighs. 
“Yes, yes we should,” he says, kissing you once more before pausing, his eyebrows knitting together, “Unless you don’t want..”
“No! I mean--fuck, yes, yes we should and I want to,” you whimper as his teeth graze against your neck, “But I mean, here…” Aemond continues his attention to your neck, his perfect mouth nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.
“No one’s coming,” he murmurs, “You locked the door, yes?”
You nod, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, groaning as you clench your fists, tugging at his hair.
He catches your lips once more and you arch your back, pressing yourself against him trying to get as close as humanly possible. Moaning against his mouth he chuckles softly, the sound reverberating against you. 
“Shh,” he croons, brushing some hair from your face, “You have to be quiet.” He nips your lower lip as he says it, smoothing his tongue along where he bit, “Something you have trouble with, I recall.”
Your cheeks warm at the memory of your first night together, the puddle he’d turned you into with such little effort. Lashes fluttering, you look up at him as he admires you.
“You’ll have to remind me,” you tease, earning a growl from him as he flips you onto your back beginning to pull your scrub pants from your body.
Eager to assist, you kick wildly trying to get the soft material off. Aemond catches your right calf in his large hand, trying to avoid being kicked.
“Careful,” he chuckles, pressing a hot kiss to your calf, helping you out of your scrubs, shoes, and underwear. 
“Sorry,” you manage to say through your giggles as he tosses the ball of clothes toward the opposite bed, “We’re a bit uneven now, wouldn’t you agree?”
Grinning, Aemond pulls his scrub top from his body as thunder crashes outside. The sky has darkened considerably and lightning flashes, illuminating the room. Aemond’s hands travel up your calves, hooking against your knees as he cocks an eyebrow at you. 
“Better?”
Your eyes trace down his exposed front following the planes of his chest, the chiseled outline of his abdominal muscles. You swallow, feeling yourself clench as your gaze rests on the outline of his hard bulge.
Nodding, you take your lower lip between your teeth, dragging your gaze back to his face. Aemond’s breathing is heavy as he sits on his haunches, eyes raking down your naked body.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he breathes appreciatively, “Gods…” He lets one hand move up your body, fingers dancing against the skin of your waist, up the side of your ribs to your breast. He explores higher and higher until with a desperate whine you reach up pulling him toward you.
You could kiss him forever.
You want to kiss him forever. 
The hand that rests on your leg curls inward, stroking the soft flesh of your inner thigh before inching higher. Your breathing has started to turn to pants as Aemond lets one of his long fingers part through your silky folds, spreading your arousal. 
“Seven hells,” he groans, swirling his finger against your clit, “All this for me?”
“Mhmm,” you tell him, biting your lip and trembling against him already.
Aemond only smirks, that familiar look of confidence in his eye, “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” you tell him, as the tip of his finger sinks inside of you, “Fuck-- just for you.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, pushing further inside of you, stretching you out on his forefinger. A second finger soon joins and he scissors the digits against your fluttering walls.
You’re trying to be quiet---really you are trying--- but it feels too good. He’s too precise with his movements, too insistent on bullying that sensitive rough patch that causes your eyes to roll back in your head. “Aemond…I can’t--”
“Shhh baby, I know, it feels too good to be quiet, huh?” he says, voice full of mock sympathy, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum really quick, let me take care of you, yeah?”
You nod furiously, a choked moan escaping you as Aemond presses a tender kiss to your forehead. Moving away from you, he keeps up his relentless pace with his fingers as he slides onto his stomach on the bed. Your eyes widen as Aemond glances up at you from between your legs, a cheeky smile on his handsome face. 
“Aem----oh fuck!” your concern is short-lived as Aemond presses his mouth against you.
His tongue traces lazy circles over your clit, groaning, “Hells, I missed this sweet little pussy,” he mumbles, taking the sensitive button between his lips and suctioning around it. 
Throwing your head back against the pillows, your back arches, and your mouth opens in a silent scream. The rain continues to pour outside, the drumming against the window matching that of your racing heart. 
“Oh yeah, I know that’s so good, huh?” Aemond mumbles between licks of your clit, his free hand snaking upwards to grope at your breasts, “Fuck you look so pretty…all whiny and desperate.”
He curls his fingers as he says it, massaging the tender spot inside of you causing your pussy to spasm against his fingers. His tongue traces nonsensical patterns around your clit, his lips sucking and releasing causing lewd wet noises to echo through the room.
“Next time,” he murmurs a quiet promise, “Next time, when I’ve got lots of time…we’ll see how long I can keep you like this.” His fingers pinch your right nipple, tweaking it harshly.
Your belly tenses, muscles constricting against his fingers as he returns his sweet torture on your clit, and you finish with a muffled sob as you turn your head, pressing your mouth against your shoulder. Aemond murmurs soft praises, talking you through your orgasm as your legs shake around him. 
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you hiss through your teeth as he slowly pulls his fingers from your fluttering pussy, bringing them to his mouth. 
You watch, wide-eyed as he sucks the lengthy digits, moaning at the taste of you.
“Turn around baby,” he says, sitting up, “Put your face in the pillow.”
Shakily, you turn on your hands and knees, before letting yourself fall to your forearms. Aemond slides his hand down your back, admiring the curve of your spine, spreading your cheeks wide. 
“Goddamn,” he murmurs, slapping your cheeks, causing you to yelp, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re an ass man?” you tease, looking back over your shoulder.
“I’m a ‘you’ man,” he argues, grabbing his length and sliding it against your folds, “Now be a good girl, and let me take care of you.” The fat head of his cock pokes at your entrance.
“Please,” you breathe as he starts to slide in. Aemond pauses, groaning slightly.
“Fuck baby, you can’t say that all sweet right now,” he growls, “We don’t have time.”
“Please, put it in,” you whimper, cheek pressed against the pillow, drool forming a wet patch under your cheek.
Aemond’s hand cracks down on your ass once more, “Be a good girl you little brat.”
You whimper, your begging ceasing as he slides fully inside your tight, wet heat. The stretch of his fingers was nothing compared to his thick cock. Your walls tense around him, pulsating around his thick length as he bottoms out. Rocking backward, he slides nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. 
Electricity bursts through your veins, pleasure crackling through your limbs like the lightning outside of the window. The force of his thrusts sends your face deep into the pillow, muffling the sharp cries of pleasure you emit. You couldn’t stop if you wanted to, it feels too fucking good, the head of his cock rubbing ceaselessly against your g-spot as he ruts against you; he’s grunting softly, muttering praises all the while, his fingers digging into your hips. 
“Fuck,” he gasps as your knees slide down, legs shaking so bad you’re unable to keep them upright, “It’s okay baby, just relax I got you.”
Your legs bend against the mattress, thighs splayed, hip flexors burning with the deep stretch it awards you. Aemond never relents, just continues to slap his hips against the softness of your ass, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out, in and out.
“Aemond,” you moan, “Fuck it feels--”
“Yeah?” he groans, “How’s it feel baby?”
“S-s’good, Aem, fuck, it’s so good,” you whimper, hands fisting the sheets, the bed shaking with every harsh thrust. 
The bed grinds against your sensitive nipples and clit sending sparks of pleasure burning through you.
“Gonna make this pussy feel so good,” he says, leaning some of his weight on top of you, his face next to yours, “Gonna take you home after our shifts, you’d like that, yeah?” His arms hold him up, propped on either side of your head. 
“Yes, fuck please,” you agree, turning your face, and feeling him press a kiss to your shoulder blade.
“Gonna have you ride my face,” he promises, dragging his nose between your shoulder blades, “Wanna make that pussy feel so good, till you can’t fucking take it anymore.”
“Fuck Aemond,” you shiver with delight at his filthy words, at the promise of a repeat of the first night you’d been together. A promise of more. 
“Missed you too much,” he murmurs against your shoulder, sending warmth pooling in your belly, “Need you close to me.”
“I missed you,” you whimper, “Fuck, need you so bad.”
“I’m all yours,” he says, nearly whimpering himself, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight, feel so good clenching around my cock.”
“Yeah?” you ask, lifting your head slightly, and glancing back through hooded eyes.
Aemond maneuvers himself, leaning to capture your lips in a sloppy, heated kiss as he continues to pound into you. 
“Fuck….c’mon baby, one more time,” Aemond encourages as heat winds a tight coil of pleasure in your belly, “Can’t have my baby only cumming once, now can I? Come on, that’s a good girl.”
The pitch of your cries increases and you slam your face against the pillow to muffle your strangled cry as your whole body tense, pussy constricting like a vice around his cock as you come. It’s intense, it burns with a brutal passion that paints stars behind your eyelids. 
Aemond’s thrusts become sloppier and with a few more slaps of his hips, you feel his cock pulsate inside of you and the warmth release of his cum filling you up. You turn your cheek from the pillow, your body tingling with the remnants of your orgasm as you suck in a breath. Gently, Aemond pulls out of you, peppering kisses down the length of your spine as he does so. 
You hum happily as he slides out, placing his hands under your thighs and maneuvering you out of the frog-like position you were previously in. Your hip flexors ache, but it’s a good pain--well worth being fucked into the mattress. Aemond turns you on your back, brushing some hair from your sweaty forehead. 
“Hey there,” he says softly. The room is quiet, the rain has stopped. “Are you alright?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever walk right again,” you tell him with a content sigh, “but that aside, I’d say I’m more than alright.”
Aemond chuckles, thumb smoothing your cheekbone, making you lean into his gentle touch. 
“Hold on,” he murmurs, standing up, walking to the adjacent bathroom, and flicking on the light. 
You watch him walk away, admiring his ass. He’s got a rather nice one. You hear him turn the water on and a moment later he returns with a washcloth. Not trusting yourself to stand, you simply spread your legs and let him clean up the remains of your combined releases. Your hips jerk as he carefully brushes against your swollen clit causing him to release a breathy laugh.
Beep beep!
The noise snaps you both out of your post-coital bliss bubble and you hurry to find your clothes. Aemond reaches for his pager, desperate to get his scrubs on. 
Beep beep!
It’s your pager this time. Shit, Baratheon must be pissed. 
Both of you scramble, switching scrub tops as Aemond accidentally tries to put on yours, causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter that is only stopped when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for a heated kiss. 
“Stop, stop,” you beg, pushing against his hard chest, “Shit we have to go.”
“One more--”
“You’re insatiable--”
“Oh I’ll show you insatiable,” he says, lips tugging upwards in a smirk, “You just wait until tonight.”
Your cheeks burn as you yank on your bottoms, fixing your hair. Sex hair is not an option, not when Baratheon will be up in arms about your disappearance. Glancing at your pager, you read what it says before clipping it to your waist. 
“Okay, I gotta go,” you tell him, shoving your feet into your sneakers.
“Meet me in the lobby? When you’re done?” he asks, unable to hide his smile as you walk to the door on trembling legs.
“Okay,” you tell him, leaning forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “And we could get dinner?” 
“Anything you want,” he says, cupping your cheeks and kissing you again, “Anything” another kiss, “At” and another one, “all.”
You hum happily, placing your hand over his, your entire body warming with his affection.
“I’ll see you then,” you tell him, unwillingly pulling away and unlocking the door.
You leave first, Aemond leaving a few moments later. Watching as he fixes the collar of his scrubs, you find yourself beaming. Aemond turns, catching your eye before turning down the hall, a small smile playing on his lips.
Gods, this is going to be a long shift.
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mouschiwrites · 5 months
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Creepypasta/MH - Doing Halloween Stuff With Them :)
(Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Ticci Toby)
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Tim/Masky
Hear me out... corn maze
I believe that Tim enjoys a good puzzle every now and again
He loves trying to figure things out (specifically when there's nothing at risk)
Getting to show off his navigational skills is also a major plus
He just likes to impress you, even if it comes off as annoying sometimes
"See? What'd I tell you? The exit's right there."
Though he does like the satisfaction of completing the maze, what he really treasures is that time you spend together figuring it out
Once you finally find the exit, you'll celebrate with hot cocoa :D
Eyeless Jack
This man LOVES carving pumpkins
He goes all out; definitely one of those people who makes the crazy intricate designs that look like they take hours
He'll love it if you help him!
If you have a steady hand, he'll let you do the details
If you don't, he'll task you with gutting the pumpkin/handing him tools
You guys collaborate on multiple pumpkins throughout the month, setting them in random locations for everyone to see
If there's a design you want to do, just show it to him, there's no question he'll be down
If it's too simplistic, he'll try to add more details
"Ooh, Jack, look at this one. Can we try to re-create it?"
"Of course! Though I do have some ideas on how it can be improved..."
Jeff the Killer
Another pumpkin carving enjoyer
But for a different reason... a very different reason
He loves the goriness of gutting the pumpkins
He couldn't care less about making actual designs, he just wants to get messy stabbing the pumpkin and gouging out its insides
That being said, he'll 100% gut your pumpkin if you ask him (he'll probably end up doing it even if you don't ask)
It's honestly a little disturbing watching him work
He just gets this look in his eye...
"You, uh... you doing okay there, Jeff?"
"Hm? Yup! Never better!! Say, can you grab the big knife from the kitchen for me?"
Nina the Killer
You best bet she's the costume queen
Spends the whole year planning matching horror-themed costumes
She'll settle for no less than creativity and perfection
High-quality props and articles only!! She'll even make them herself if she has to!
You can expect to spend at least an hour in front of the mirror while she does your makeup/adjusts your clothes
She's an SFX makeup legend, loves incorporating as much gore into your costume as possible
Don't ask why it's so realistic (it's not like she knows how the wound would look if it was real or anything)
"Wow, Nina... It's almost like I can feel it! It's so real!"
"No, no. If you were feeling it, you would be screaming pretty loud right now."
You can also expect to attend multiple parties where you show off your costumes
You guys dominate costume competitions
Jane the Killer
Horror movies!!
Specifically, making fun of them
You both pick apart the plot, the characters, the dialogue, the special effects, everything
No horror film is safe from your scrutiny
If you're the type to get scared during horror movies, her snide comments will help distract you
"Ooh, I can't look!"
"Oh, come on. Look—I bet they used corn syrup for that fake blood. It's way too thick."
When the movie ends, you're both feeling more amused than scared
She doesn't like to see horror films in theaters because she doesn't get to make commentary, plus she doesn't want to "waste" money on a "stupid tryhard-horror flick"
She'd much rather dig up some old indie DVD/VCR and have a home movie night with you
Ticci Toby
Halloween sweets are his bread and butter
Candy apples, fun-sized candy bars, candy corn, pumpkin bread...
He would perish if you made anything homemade for him
Spends the whole month gorging on sweets almost as fast as he can get his hands on them
He will not share with anyone but you
And even you only get a small portion of his goodies
Robs at least one child on Halloween night, mostly for the candy but also because he likes scaring little kids
"Where did you get all that candy?"
"Got it from a little birdy. By that I mean a kid in Falcon cosplay."
"Toby! ... save me the (favorite candy)."
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Thank you for reading! Have a good day/night my spooky pookies <33
(divider by saradika)
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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.
we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.
then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.
then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.
then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.
all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!
@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm
comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok
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solarwoniii · 10 months
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heyyy!! just wondering if i could request “zb1 legal line reaction to catching their s/o masturbating” hehehehheheehehe if not all goodzz 💗💗
reaction to catching you touching yourself ! zb1 legal line
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smut, crack, some fluff ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky
contains ; dacryphilia, punishments, i think thats all? lmk if i missed any T^T
a/n ; THANK U FOR UR REQUEST ♡ HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS
jiwoong ;
would laugh at you but not in a cute funny quirky silly way
that low kind of dominant chuckle that makes you realise.
you fucked up.
he'd pull up a chair beside the bed and insist for you to continue in that same scary tone ur mum talks in when u forget to wash the dishes 😰😰😰😨😨
and then he'll force you to make yourself cum until you're crying while he sat there and watched because you're not allowed to stop until he says.
then he'll finally touch you.
with his fingertips.
just to fuck with you more because he's a petty little bitch
edging you until you're shaking, eyes rolling back, body arching
and then, and only then will you get to cum.
zhanghao ;
finds it cute that you think you're so big and strong now
puts ur ass in its place so fast 🫣🫣
love bites all over you
your body is his canvas and his marks are his art 😵😶
actually, this timing is perfect
he'd been waiting for you to misbehave so he could try out the new vibrator he got for you
edges you again and again, just to rip away your orgasm and have you crying
when you finally cum you both know damn well it's not over 💀 keeps the vibrator in that exact spot and refuses to move it until you cum another three times.
i'm sorry i just think mean dom hao is extremely accurate and attractive
hanbin ;
i think he would genuinely laugh at you 💀
and you would try to be mad at him for laughing at you but his stupid laugh is unfortunately extremely contagious 😭😔
when he's done laughing at you he'll come and help you
i think it would be all giggly and fluffy and cute though
and then you would cuddle naked (i feel like hanbin wld enjoy this so much during aftercare esp idk) and gossip LMFAO
matthew ;
GETS SO SHY I SWEAR JSJSJSJS
THE PERSONIFICATION OF 😳
quickly closes the door behind him before anyone else can see what he's seeing
'd-do u want me to . . .' 'o-oh ok'
he's flustered but he will help you feel good 😭
turns into a cute little mutual masturbation session after u notice the boner building up in his pants from the sight of u T^T
when you both finish he'll clean you up and then be a little cutie patootie
'uhmmm there was this disney movie i really wanted to watch with you so could we maybe do that now ? 👉👈'
taerae ;
just smiles and locks the door behind him when he realises what you're doing
'do you need my help baby?'
he'll sit beside you and replace your hand with his
helps you reach the best orgasm of your life with his skilled fingers
idk i genuinely don't think he would get mad
but he'll remind you that you can always come to him if you're feeling needy.
kisses
so many kisses
he'll give you more than his fingers after as well if you still want more ;))
ricky ;
YEAH THATS RIGHT WE'RE BACK TO PUSSY SLAPPER RICKY BECAUSE MY LOVE MIYUKI PUT THE THOUGHT INTO MY HEAD AND I REFUSE TO LET GO
when he walks in i think he'd get flustered but he'd quickly cover it up because being seen like that by you hurts his precious ego
AGAIN LOW DOMINANT CHUCKLE he takes after jiwoong because he aspires to one day be that cool and strong but u already know he's a cute little softie
'if you wanted me to treat you like a little whore you could've just said so, baby.'
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😶🫣😵😳😰😭😶
gets you up on all fours and spanks your pussy until it's swollen and dripping.
then he'll mark your body up and take photos of you for his little collection 😨
eats you out (prolly makes u sit on his face too bc he's a little freak)
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chyckles · 3 months
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Mastermind
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━ A Bucky Banes one-shot
━ Pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
━ Summary: Where you plan a masterplan to confess your feelings for Bucky.
━ Words: 2.6k
━ Warnings: None, just my bad grammar
━ A/N: Nat is alive in this one, just wanted a little AU were everyone is happy and alive.
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Bucky isn't in his best mood. Actually, he's been in a bad mood lately, at least when he's with you. So you know that you should wait until he seems better to put the plan into action. But you just can't wait anymore, you've been having a pretty bad week yourself, and you need to get it out of your chest just yet, or it may end up killing you.
So, arming yourself with courage, you approach him that night. He seems to be doing nothing, just scrolling boringly through his phone. He looks cute, using both of his hands to hold the phone, just like old people. 
"Hey, Buck" you say when you enter his range of vision.
He looks up from his phone, he doesn't look startled, probably heard you entering the room with his super-soldier ear.
"Hey" he says, and goes back to his phone. For a man who wasn't born in this century, he seems to enjoy new technologies.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure" he says, even though he looks pissed. You don't understand why he's acting so strange around you lately, maybe you really shouldn't be doing this.
You sigh.
"So... I was planning on watching a movie with Nat, but she just went on a mission. Do you... want to watch it with me?" you ask quickly, like if you say it fast enough the words would change or something.
"I'm busy" he simply says, frowning. He doesn't look busy at all.
You look around as if looking for something or someone that's keeping him busy. You, of course, don't find anything, so you nod sadly and turn around "Okay, I'll ask someone else" 
Great, the plan hasn't even begun and you have already failed. You feel stupid. Why would a man like Bucky Barnes be interested in you? You're just a normal woman, there are plenty of better options out there, even inside the team. 
As you approach the door, you feel the pain of rejection wash over you. Bucky and you were always close friends, but lately, he's been acting all cold and weird with you. Maybe he found out you like him and is trying to push you away? That's the only thing that makes sense, and it hurts you. It hurts you because not only are you losing the man you have feelings for, but you're also losing a great friend.
"Wait" you hear Bucky's voice when you reach the door.
"Mhm?" you ask, turning around, he's now standing.
"You know what? A movie sounds great" he says with a nod.
You can't help but smile "Really? Cool. I was thinking of a horror movie, but if it's not your thing we can watch something else. You know, if you get scared easily?" you tease.
You're beginning to regret teasing him, now that your relationship is not at its best, but then he smiles:
"Yeah, I think I can handle myself, horror sounds good"
You nod, now excited "Great, I'll make some popcorn a prepare some drinks, we'll have fun"
"Sounds good"
You nod with a smile "You can choose the movie while I prepare everything. Choose a good one"
With that being said, you start to walk to the kitchen.
Now your plan can begin. To be completely honest, you didn’t have anything prepared with Nat, you just needed an excuse so you didn’t sound so desperate about it. You have everything planned: first, you will confirm if Bucky likes you, with subtle touches and light words. Then, you will finally confess your feelings. You just hope you don’t embarrass yourself.
Since he’s been so rude to you lately, you’re not so sure about the plan, but what can you do? Just stay there, watching him from a distance, but never making a move? You’re not like that, you have to do something, or you may combust. At least you have to find out if he likes you back, or if his sudden behavior with you is because he doesn't like you anymore, even as a friend. At least he has accepted to watch the movie, that has to mean something. Right?
With that in mind, you grab the popcorn and the drinks and make your way to the living room. Bucky is already there, scrolling through a streaming service with a frown on his face.
“Hey” you leave everything on the table and smile at him. He doesn’t smile back, just nods while you sit down next to him. Why is he being so reserved? You really don’t understand.
You can’t help but notice that he’s sitting in a way that his metal arm is not facing you, how convenient.
“So… have you chosen a movie yet?” you say as you eat popcorn.
“No, still trying to think what to pick” he says, turning his face back to the TV. 
"Anything's fine, really. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (horror movies normally aren't)"
“Alright” and his eyes linger on yours, maybe longer than he intended. You can’t help but notice and smile.
Then he chooses a random movie and press play. He makes himself comfortable and you catch him looking at you. Is he looking at you with happiness, discomfort or something more? You can’t tell, his face is indecipherable.
You turn away from him, you don’t want to make it so obvious that you like him, not before putting your plan into action. So you stare at the movie, but you can still feel his eyes looking at you from time to time.
The movie plays and you’re too nervous to make a move. You sigh, now unsure about everything.
Then, the perfect moment for your plan occurs. There’s a jump scare in the movie. You’re not scared at all, but you jump a little and hold his hand, wanting to see his reaction.
His face doesn't change, but you can feel his body stiffening. Maybe he doesn’t like you after all? Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe you’re making a fool of yourself?
But then he squeezes your hand and looks at you with a reassuring smile. All the doubts leave your mind when you see that smile that you love so much, when you feel his hand around yours, comforting you.
First part of your plan: done. He didn’t back off, he didn’t look at you like you’re crazy or called you out.
It still didn’t mean anything, right?
You continue watching the movie, and you proceed with the second part of the plan. This is a little more risky, but you assure yourself that it’s worth it. You fake yawn a few times.
Finally, you, slowly, rest your head on his shoulder. 
He doesn't move, maybe even being a little more frozen than he normally would be. You smile, this is a good sign, right? You wish you could see his face, or read his mind.
You continue watching the movie like this, resting your head on his shoulder and still holding his hand. There’s nowhere in the world where you wish to be more than here. 
You still have more things in your plan, but the movie ends before you can make them happen. You finally separate from him, your body hot where he was touching you.
“Hmm, not the best movie I’ve watched, but entertaining enough, right?” you ask with a smile.
“Yeah, it wasn’t bad” he nods. 
He looks at his hands, you can feel he’s nervous. Is that a good sign or a bad one? You can’t tell.
“I should get going” he suddenly says.
You feel disappointed.
You still haven’t decided if you’re gonna confess or not. He didn’t react bad to any of your moves, but you still feel unsure. What if he sees you just like a friend? What if you ruin your friendship? Then again, your friendship hasn't been in its best stage lately, you wouldn't be ruining anything.
You decide to do it. You just can’t stand this feeling. Looking at him, being close to him, but not being able to kiss him, to touch him… it’s just so painful.
“Got somewhere better to be?” you finally ask.
“Not really” he says “But… I should go. Thanks for the movie, tho”
He stands up and starts walking away.
“Wait” you say. You can’t just let him go like that, you may not have another chance like this, where you two are alone “Wait, I… need to tell you something, can you sit down for a minute?”
“Alright” he says with a confused frown, but he does as you say and sits down again.
You swallow nervously, unsure where to start. You decide to start with the beginning:
"I... I kind of lied to you. I wasn't planning on watching a movie with Nat, I haven't even seen her since yesterday. I... planned all of this to spend time with you" you confess "Alone time with you" you specify.
“You did?” he asks. He seems confused.
“Mhm, and you know why?” This is it, you’re gonna say it.
“Why?” he asks softly.
“Because I like you” you finally confess. 
The room falls completely silent. Bucky is apparently frozen. You are too.
You try to look into his eyes, looking for a sign. But he’s not looking at you.
“Well? You don’t have anything to say?” you chuckle nervously.
"I..." he stutters before he manages to get his voice back. “I like you too."
You sigh and laugh with relief "Really? I mean, I..."
“Yeah, I really do” This time he looks at you, and you can finally see his eyes. They’re shining, you have never seen them like that, you have never seen them as beautiful “I like you a lot”
You smile and lean in towards him. You look at his lips and then at his eyes, like begging him to kiss you.
You are so close… so close you can feel his breath. So close he can probably hear your fast heartbeat. “Kiss me” you whisper.
You don’t have to ask twice, he closes the space between you and kisses you. His mouth presses against yours, soft and gentle at first, then more firmly, with a hunger that has been growing for too long. His hand travels to your waist, holding you; and yours goes to his hair, holding him even closer to you. 
It feels like you two are melting into each other, his body pressed against you, every inch being touched. It feels almost surreal, almost magical.
Your tongues meet and you both let out a murmur of joy. Everything is perfect, this is how things should be.
You grab all the courage you have left and make your way towards his lap, putting each leg on either side of him. He lets it happen. Your legs are now wrapped around him, making it impossible to be closer.
He now holds you with both his arms, probably without thinking about it. Both the warm and the cold sides of him make you feel whole.
You finally separate from him to catch your breath, he seems to be just fine, tho.
He then smiles shyly, like you just did not kiss fiercely a second ago.
“I’m glad you told me”
“Yeah, I’m glad too” you say with a smile.
He shifts, making himself more comfortable, before he looks into your eyes with a smile "I… how long has it been that you feel this way about me?"
You raise your eyebrow, confused by the sudden question, but decide to answer:
“I think I liked you since the moment I met you, since the moment I saw that pretty face framed by that long hair" you laugh, and he blushes a little, making you blush too "But I thought I just liked you as a friend, I didn't realize what my feelings were until a few weeks ago, you know, after that mission... when you were injured, and I thought..."
“You thought what?”
“That I was gonna lose you” you confess and that makes him smile sweetly. Your right hand travels to his cheek and start caressing it "Yeah, and in that moment it hit me: I didn't want you as a friend anymore, I wanted to hold you, to take care of your injury, to kiss you until you feel better”
After a moment of comfortable silence you ask: 
“What about you? When did you start to have feelings for me?"
He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe contemplating if he should tell you.
"Do you remember when I told you I was having nightmares about the time I was tortured by HYDRA?"
“Yeah, that night neither of us could sleep?”
"Mhm, well... in that moment, when you comforted me... when you were there for me... I knew then. That was when I realized how much I liked and cared for you, more than any friend or teammate ever before."
You smile softly "That was a while ago, you should've told me sooner"
“I thought you would never feel the same way about me, though you were just being kind, like any friend would”
“That’s funny, I’ve been avoiding telling you because of the same reason” you chuckle slightly.
“I guess we’re both stupid”
“Yeah… But, anyways, I have a question… why were you being so… why were you avoiding me lately?” you didn’t wanna say the word ‘mean’.
“Oh, you notice?” he says, and you can feel embarrassment in his voice “I just… it hurted me being around you, but not being able to… you know… kiss you or…” he rambles.
You smile and kiss him again, this time the kiss is soft and short.
When you separate, you can’t help but laugh out loud with the thoughts that cross your mind.
“God, Nat is not gonna believe I told you”
“What? You've been telling Nat about me?" he raises an eyebrow.
“Of course, she’s my friend” you smile.
"Right, right. What else did you tell her?” he asks. Is he teasing you?
"Oh, nothing, really. Just rambling about how beautiful I think you are... you know, that kind of things girls talk about" you say caressing his cheek. That makes him blush again "I think she would be relieved that I finally confessed, because now I can tell you instead of her, she was getting irritated" you chuckle.
He chuckles too, probably imagining Nat pissed about you rambling about him. The thought of it is just too ridiculous.
"Did you always plan to confess to me at some point then?" he asks.
“Of course, I always have to make the first move” you joke.
"So, you really planned all of this? Not just the movie, but the whole confession as well?" he smirks.
"Yeah, the movie was just to make sure you liked me too. You know, holding your hand and all that... I'm a mastermind"
“And I guess that means you'll be making the first move the rest of the time as well?"
"Of course" you smile evilly.
"Of course," he mimics back. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to you taking charge then."
He smiles back at you in the same way you did and leans forward so that his face is close to you again.
"What are you planning next?" he hints with a smirk.
"Well, I was planning on asking you to be my boyfriend?" you ask with a sly smile.
"Be your boyfriend?" he repeats with a teasing smirk. "Did you plan that as well? Is this the next step in the mastermind's plan?"
"Mhm, is it working? Would you say yes?"
"Yes," he suddenly answers, not wasting any time. "I'll be your boyfriend."
"Great" you say and then give him a quick kiss.
"And now that I'm your boyfriend, what are our next steps?"
"I have to keep that a secret, don't want to spoil my masterplan" you wink.
"I should've known," he says, laughing softly. "Always a step ahead, isn't it?"
"Always" you chuckle.
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I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun
You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.
Series Masterlist
Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader
Warnings: Violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and said something stupid to Nat. Childhood trauma. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 5.4k
Author's Note: This chapter was both weird and fun to write. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, thank you for all the love and support. I see all your likes, reblogs, and comments and they make me smile.
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Chapter Six: He's Killing Me For Mercy
Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992
“Please don’t stop on my account,” your father’s heavy gaze that pinned you firmly in place turned towards Nat’s father. The white, plastic fork was warm in your tightening grip. “In fact, I apologize for intruding like this. I thought I would be occupied for the rest of the night with my company, but a friend called them away. I suddenly found myself with free time.” He smiled, and you felt yourself begin to tense as he laughed. “Such an elusive thing. So, I figured I would finally meet the only person Y/N talks about.” 
His eyes swept past you and landed on Nat. You shifted a bit in your chair. Your father’s smile was natural. His laughter sounded genuine. But you knew it was only a performance. The same one he put on whenever it was necessary. And the times it was necessary were few which meant–
“Would you like something to eat?” Nat’s mother asked. 
“That sounds wonderful,” your father looked at Nat's mother. “It smells delicious.” 
You watched as your father settled into a chair directly across the table from you. You felt chained to yours. You didn’t know what to do. You felt as if you were watching one of those nature shows on television. You were watching a predator slowly creep up on its prey. And all you wanted to do was act. You felt a buzzing beneath your skin. 
“Give him some of the rabbit,” Nat’s father called to her mother. 
Your father’s brows rose. “Rabbit? Fascinating choice. Unfortunately, it's not a very common one in this neighborhood.”
The buzzing continued. You wanted to act. You needed to. But you couldn’t figure out what to do. You felt trapped. You could only watch as the predator slowly creeped closer. You felt something warm and soft brush against your hand that gripped your plastic fork. You tore your attention away from your father and looked over at Nat. She was looking at your hand. You followed her gaze. 
“That’s something we discovered after moving here,” Nat’s father replied. 
You heard both of Nat’s parents chuckle warmly. Nat’s green eyes lifted to meet your stare. Despite the buzzing you felt, slowly your tight grip on your fork loosened. 
“But apparently we are in good company,” Nat’s father continued. “Y/N tells us that you like to hunt.” 
“Did she?” 
You lifted your head and met your father’s stare. You saw a flicker of a twitch in his casual smile. The single crack in the mask he wore. Yet, the stinging coldness of his stare persisted. It was relentless, and you just wanted him to leave. This piece of the world was yours. He could have everything else. He did have everything else. Why couldn’t he just let you have this? 
Your fork dropped from your loosened hold as every loud, piercing thought died on the tip of your tongue. 
“Well,” your father said as Nat’s mother placed a plate down in front of him. “It is a cherished hobby of mine.” He picked up a plastic knife and fork and looked over to Nat’s dad. “It’s a bit of an old family tradition. My grandfather taught my father, and in turn he taught me.” 
You watched as your father stopped to take a bite of the rabbit. You remembered the first time you saw your father throw together a believable tale with just a couple spare tidbits of truths and an imagination that stretched ever onwards. It had amazed you then. It was like a magic trick. Everything about it was fake, yet the audience applauded as if someone really could pull a rabbit from a hat. 
And all that amazement and wonder twisted into a simmering anger as he sat there and corrupted this day. 
Your father closed his eyes briefly and sat back in his chair. “This is absolutely delicious. You must send me the recipe. I would love to try it at home.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Anyways, I wanted to carry on the family tradition. Not only do I find the sport enthralling, but it instills important values. A well rounded education is what our children deserve.” 
“Then let me join you,” Nat’s father said. 
Your father’s attention shifted entirely to Nat’s father. 
“Please,” Nat’s father insisted. “It’s been too long since I’ve done a bit of hunting.”
You sat back in your chair and looked over to Nat. You already knew what your father’s answer would be. Your father allowed no one but you and your siblings on his hunts. Your interest shifted to crafting your escape plan. You wanted to spend a little bit more time with Nat before your father dragged you back home. Perhaps if you–
“I’d be delighted.”
What? 
You looked across the table at your father, but his interest still remained entirely on Nat’s dad. Did your father just…no…no that didn’t make sense. You watched as your father spoke, but you couldn’t hear a single word he said. This didn’t make sense. Your father wouldn’t let someone he just met intrude on a hunt. He…he wouldn’t…he didn’t. 
This wasn’t right. That’s not what your father said that day. 
REDACTED – 2010
You wake to a slow, steady, clinical beeping sound. Your vision is a blur of varying shades of white. Your entire body is sore, and something is wrapped around your arm. You squeeze your eyes shut and listen to three steady beeps before you open your eyes again. Your vision clears, and you stare up at bland, off white ceiling tiles. Your mind barely has time to form questions before the answers come rushing in. 
The job in the middle of nowhere. The weight of your gun in your hand. The warm droplets of your target’s blood hitting your cheeks. The stupid thing you said to Nat. 
You close your eyes again. Fuck. She probably doesn’t even want to talk to you now after that. Fuck! You open your eyes as you let out a breath. You lift your head up from the thin pillow you’ve been laying on and see your arm nestled in a blue and white sling. Oh right. The tree. You try to move your arm. The sharp, stinging pain from before has dulled considerably. Someone has taken the time to shove your arm back into your shoulder socket. It would still take awhile for your arm to heal completely, but at least it wasn’t hanging uselessly at your side anymore. 
You lay your head back down against the pillow as your attention shifts to your father. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed. His stare meets yours, and you don’t know what to say. This hasn’t happened before. You have never not completed a job. You also have never seen your father look at you the way he does now. The hard steel of his gray eyes has softened. Something you thought was impossible. 
“When my clients ask about you, do you know what I tell them?” he asks. 
A couple answers spring to life within your mind, but you stay silent. You lay there and wait. Observe. You can predict so much about your father. But not this. This is new and strange. 
He looks down at his hands in his lap. “I tell them that you are the best.”
You want to say something. You want to smile. You want to savor this sweet affection, but you don’t. It’s tantalizing bait. He wants you to follow its scent. 
“You are the best, Y/N,” he looks at you. “Your brother never had the stomach for it. Your sister’s quiet hatred kept her from achieving her potential. But you excelled. Your accomplishments eclipsed your siblings in a way I did not think possible.”
You look away from him. You need to change the subject. Better yet, when is he going to yell at you for not finishing the job? 
“I am proud of you.” 
You roll your head to the side to look over at your father again. He stands and reaches for your hand. You feel his warm calloused hands wrap around yours and your mind goes blank. You don’t like this. What is this? 
“I am proud of how far you have come,” your father says and gives your hand an uncomfortable squeeze. “And I cannot wait to see how far you will go when they are done.” 
They? 
The door to the hospital room opens. You pull your hand from your father’s hold and sit up as a doctor and three nurses enter the room. You see the syringe in the doctor’s hands. The slow, steady beeping from the heart monitor you are attached to picks up rapidly. You look at your father as he steps away.  
“No,” your voice is hoarse and you immediately fight against the many hands that reach for you. “Get off! Stop!” You see your father calmly walk towards the open door. More hands shove you back into the bed as something sharp pierces your neck. Your world disappears. 
Your House – 1992
The front door shut behind you. The last dwindling rays of the setting, golden sun were cut off as you stood in the familiar muted, stale light of your home. You looked towards the dark gray walls. They were painfully empty. Just a still sea of occasional marks and chipping paint. Your father’s voice carried throughout the house as you followed him into the family room. He pointed to a spot on the brown couch, and you sat down without question. 
You flinched when your father’s voice boomed like a deafening crack of thunder. You thought back to Nat’s room. You remember the calm you felt when she slid those headphones over your ears. The whole world had melted away. The memory slipped away from you when you felt a dip in the couch. Your sister sat down next to you while your brother stood next to the couch. 
The ringing in your ears muted your father’s words. His mask of pleasantries was abandoned. There were no smiles or laughter. The frown you were accustomed to had returned. The cold stillness of his steel gray eyes had melted into a passionate frenzy. You watched as spittle flew from his thin lips as he yelled. He pointed at you, but he didn’t look at you. His attention shifted between your sister and your brother, but he seemed to favor your brother more. 
You saw your brother tense as he stood next to the couch with his arms folded in front of his chest. He was staring at Father and you noticed the slight shake in your brother’s hands. Pieces of your father’s yells were beginning to break through the constant ringing. 
“...jeopardize…stupid…weak…”
Your brother’s arms unfolded and he stepped forward. You’ve never seen your brother this angry before. You’ve never seen him yell like this. You watched your brother’s advance as his yells triumphed over your father’s. And just as your brother got close, your father’s fist slammed into your brother’s head. Your brother collapsed, and the yelling stopped. 
Far Away – 2010
It all comes rushing to you at once when you wake. The job. The lack of fear in your target’s eyes as they choked on their own blood. The way his body shook when Nat shot him twice. Waking up in some hospital with your father. You try to move your arms, but you can’t. Something keeps them pinned down. You remember the nurses coming into the room. You remember your father’s retreat. 
You open your eyes, and you have no idea where you are. You are strapped down to a large, weird looking chair. The light of the single light bulb that hangs directly above you does a poor job of illuminating the room. Darkness swallows up the edges of the room. You can’t tell how big the room is, and you can’t see any doors or windows. But you got in here somehow. 
You look down at the thick, brown leather straps that keep you firmly in place. You thought you were well beyond your father’s ridiculous tests. Oh well. You’ll get out of this and finally go home. You pull on the bindings that keep your right arm bound to the arm of the weird chair. The bindings hold. Okay. Fine. It wouldn’t be a test if there wasn’t a challenge involved. 
Footsteps steal your attention as a man you have never seen before steps out from the shadows and into your small bubble of pale, white light. The first thing you notice is the white lab coat he wears. You remember a doctor entering your hospital room with the nurses. You remember the syringe they were carrying. You can’t tell if this is the same doctor or not. He stands tall above you with a long, angular face. His thin, dark hair is combed neatly to one side. His brown eyes examine you for a moment before his hands dip into the front pockets of his lab coat. 
“I’m certain you have some questions, Y/N,” the doctor says. 
You do, but you know voicing them would be a waste of energy. Your father has concealed your escape somewhere. You just need to figure out the puzzle. 
“I guess I’ll begin by welcoming you to the team.”
Your brow furrows. The team? You look up at the doctor as he pulls a pair of pale blue latex gloves out of his coat pocket. 
“Not everyone makes it this far,” the doctor pulls the latex gloves over his hands. “We’ve seen some real promising candidates, but you blew your competition out of the water. I’ve met so many people who do what you do. People I wouldn’t want to cross because their skills are frighteningly accurate. But you,” he pauses as his eyes examine you again, “you have a talent for killing.” 
Whatever this shit is that your father put together, you hate it. You just want to leave. 
“You’ll fit in comfortably once we correct one small problem,” the doctor says. 
“I’m more of a solo act,” you finally reply as the doctor walks towards the front of your chair and reaches into the thick darkness outside your bubble of light. He pulls a black cart into the light. Sitting on top of the cart was a wide television screen. He takes a moment to position the cart and television exactly how he wants it before moving back towards you. 
Despite being unable to move, you lean your head away from the doctor’s outreaching hand. This doesn’t seem to matter to the doctor as his hands grab hold of your head and shift it back to where he wants it. You feel cool leather press into your forehead as the doctor straps your head down against the chair’s headrest. 
You pull again against the restraints as you hear more movement happening behind you. You can’t move, and someone turns on the television. Blue light floods the room as the doctor attaches some cold metal contraption to your face. You feel the skin below your eyes pull downwards by tiny metal hands. Identical metal hands pull on your skin above your eyes. When the doctor steps away from you, the only place you can look is at the strange blue images on the television screen. 
“We are going to begin in just a few moments,” the doctor says.
You hear more movement behind you, and you try to hold onto your one singular focus: escape. There’s a way out. There’s always a way out in all of your father’s tests. And once you find it, then you can take whatever contraption the doctor put on your face and smash it into his head. Maybe stab out his eyeballs with the tiny metal hands. 
“I need you to take a deep breath, Y/N,” the doctor continues. “Calm your mind.” 
You’ll cut out the doctor’s tongue too. You hate his voice. You’ll cut it out, stab out his eyeballs, and then shove all three down his throat. That would be funny. Then you would leave wherever the hell you are and find your father. It wouldn’t be too hard to find him. He left you in that hospital room. 
He left proud of you. He left when the nurses and doctor came. 
He left you to them. 
“You know what is best.”
You stare at the blue shapes on the screen. Why did he leave you to them? 
“What is best is you comply,” the doctor’s voice drowns out the other footsteps in the room. “Compliance will be rewarded.” 
Everything – ????
The rabbit squirms in the trap. The sharp blade of your hunting knife is bigger than your hand. It was made for an adult yet your father shoved it into your small hands the moment you spotted the trapped rabbit. It feels so heavy in your hand as you near the frantic animal. Once you are close, you look over your shoulder. Your father stands behind you flanked by your brother and sister. Mud is caked across the faces of your siblings. 
When you look back down at the rabbit, you find a terrified man huddled at your feet. He looks up at you, shaking, and suddenly the hunting knife fits comfortably in your hand. The man’s face changes with every blink. First he’s barely older than your brother. Then he wears the deep wrinkles of a man far older than your father. Then his wrinkles smooth out into a rounder, heavier face. 
Then you recognize the face of one of your classmates. One of the many who stare and laugh when you aren’t looking. You see them about to break out into a giggle when your small hand reaches out and grabs a fistful of their hair. The strands of hair wrapped around your fingers are so soft. You hear their plea. You see their big black eyes begging you not to do it. But it’s all trapped inside your small body, and you need to do something. You need to let it out. 
You bring the heavy knife down and plunge it deep into their chest. The warm rush of blood wets your hands as you jerk the knife free. When you bring it down again, the young man trapped in your grip cries out. You breathe deep as the body goes limp beneath you. You kneel over them and pull the knife out. The bright red blood on the blade drips onto the fallen leaves that cover the hard ground. You bring the knife down again, but this time your target doesn’t make a sound. You only hear the sounds of your heavy breaths and the ripping of skin as your knife plunges into their chest again and again and–
The television screen goes dark. You are back in the strange dark room. The light bulb hanging above you continues its dull, endless whine. You can’t move. You can’t look anywhere except at the screen. Your clothes feel different. They don’t feel like your clothes. You stare at the blank television screen and the stranger standing next to it at the very edge of your light bubble. 
He wears all black. A black t-shirt hugs his brawny chest, and black cargo pants covers his legs and disappears into his black combat boots. His dark hair is pushed up and back away from his face. A dark stubble coats his chin as his brown eyes meet your forced stare. He turns and reaches into the darkness for something. He drags a plastic folding chair into the light and sits down next to you. He positions himself in a way that you don’t have to turn your head to look at him because you can’t. 
He slouches forward a bit and rests his arms against his thighs. “Did you really drown the mayor of Charleston in a toilet bowl of his own piss?” 
The memory comes back clear as day. The weight of your toolbelt hanging around your waist. The sound of the mayor following you down the hallway of his impressive house. The nonsense you made up as you led him into the foul smelling bathroom. The mayor didn’t seem to catch on that you weren’t really a plumber until you shoved his face into the toilet. 
The barest hint of a smile curls your lips and it is all the man needs to see before he smiles and shakes his head. He sits back in his chair. 
“Welcome to the team,” the man says. “You will call me Rumlow. I’ll be your handler.” 
You don’t need or want a handler. You don’t even care about this team they keep mentioning. But you don’t get any time to voice your opinions as the doctor steps into the light and switches the television back on. You see the doctor hand Rumlow a black journal before your attention shifts to the strange blue shapes. 
Rumlow speaks, but you can’t hear him. All you hear is the sound of muscles tearing as you yank your knife free from the rabbit. Crimson red blood stains the creature’s soft white fur. Slowly, your small fingers uncurl from its fur. Its blood is dark and warm and the sight of the dead animal eases the tension that had pounded against your chest. 
You look over at your father, and he stands alone. Dry, dead leaves crunch beneath his boots as he starts towards you. You start to stand, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. The knife in your small hands disappears as the whole world rearranges itself. You are suddenly on your back rolling down a hill. The taste of dirt fills your mouth as you roll downwards. When you finally come to a stop on your back, you spit out the stray bits of grass and dirt that made it into your mouth. 
A weight settles on top of you. You feel warmth begin to seep into your cold, numb skin as you look up at Nat. The ends of her red hair tickle your cheek. You smile as you feel your body relaxing beneath her. Your hands are still wet with the rabbit’s blood when you hear someone approach. 
You’re standing in the basement of your house. A hooded man is tied to a chair. He is sobbing. Begging. You had just walked out of your high school for the last time. You had come home hoping to sink into the blessed relief that all the pretending was over. You could finally escape. You could finally stop staring at the empty house across the street. Instead, your father hands you your first gun. Not one to borrow while on hunting trips or during training. This Beretta was yours. As long as you killed the sobbing man in your basement. 
You’re back with Nat on top of you when you feel the familiar weight settle into the palm of your hand. You don’t do anything. You just lay there looking up at your friend. Another pair of hands forcefully curl your fingers around the grip of your gun. They lift your hand up the same time you take aim at the sobbing man in your basement. You try to rip your hand free, but you can’t. All you can do is watch as the hands aim your gun towards Nat. You feel the hands press your finger down onto the trigger. 
You sit up screaming and find yourself back in the strange room. Strapped down to the same chair. Different scratchy clothes. The television is still on, but the blue screen is gone. Instead, news footage plays. Sitting next to you with a remote in his hand, is Rumlow. He seems completely enraptured by the footage, so you watch it. You read the headline running along the bottom of the screen. Aliens Invade New York City. 
What? 
You watch bizarre footage of aliens pouring forth from giant holes in the sky. People screaming and running. Large alien ships, at least that’s what you think you see, crashing into buildings. Your attention drifts to the timestamp on the bottom corner of the screen. You feel your stomach twist. You’ve been trapped here for that long? 
The footage cuts to a street cluttered with smashed cars and fallen debris. You spot her immediately. Her hair is shorter. You like it. She fights off advancing aliens, and you wonder if you’re dreaming. But you can feel the tiny metal hands forcing your eyes open. You are awake. 
“This is a recording of what happened last week,” Rumlow says. “It didn’t feel right to keep you in the dark since you were down here while everything happened.” He presses a button on the remote he holds and the footage freezes on a shot of her fighting off an alien. Rumlow stands up. “She’s an Avenger now, Y/N. She’s onto bigger and better things. You should do the same.” 
As Rumlow leaves, you memorize every inch of her image on the screen. You ignore the date. You fight back the burning behind your eyes. You focus only on her, and you imagine what it would have been like to run into her again. Would she have ever found you, or would she have stumbled into your path again? You wish for the former. You smile when the screen changes back to the same blue shapes. 
Her touch is soft when she takes your chin in her hand and gently turns your head so she can see the cut better. It’s just over an inch long going across your cheek. You struggle to meet her gaze so you stare at her blue hair instead. You feel her run her finger across your cheek right underneath the cut. 
“He did this?” she asks. 
Your silence stretches until you’re back in the strange room again. Two nurses are pushing the cart with the television on it away. You watch it get consumed by the thick shadows as the tiny metal hands are removed from your face. 
Rumlow comes to stand in front of you. “You have your first mission.” 
Triskelion, Washington D.C. – 2012
You are sweating beneath the multiple layers of clothes that hug your body. You hate the rough, navy blue fabric of the SHIELD uniform. It itches you, and you just want to peel the clothes off and wear your own. The black, tactical bulletproof vest that wraps around your chest over your uniform is heavy. It’s the first thing you plan to ditch the moment you leave for extraction. You’ll move faster without it. 
The black face mask feels suffocating, and you know your hair is slick with sweat underneath your black helmet. You stare down at the assault rifle you hold in your gloved hands through your black goggles. You listen to the idling engine of the SHIELD transport van. You are sitting in the back of the van with one other SHIELD agent who isn’t fond of talking. The back doors of the van are hanging wide open. Beyond the idling van is a large parking garage. You shift in your seat. It’s hot. You didn’t realize it was the middle of summer. Then again, you hadn’t chosen this costume to wear. Rumlow had tossed the uniform at you and waited for you to change before going over your first mission. 
You didn’t like that word. It didn’t fit you. 
The sound of approaching footsteps draws your attention to the back of the van. A minute later, two SHIELD agents appear with their prisoner in tow. The prisoner’s ugly orange uniform looks far less comfortable than yours. It doesn’t make you sweat any less, but it makes you feel a tiny bit better. When the prisoner lifts his head up to look into the transport van, you fight to remain calm. Erik Braun. He looks the same as the last time you saw him. Except for the shackles and horrible clothes. 
The SHIELD agent accompanying you in the van gets up and helps Erik into the van. The chains that link the cuffs around his feet clatter against the van’s floor. As the SHIELD agent gets Erik settled into one of the van’s seats, you see the two SHIELD agents outside the van turn their attention to something else. You feel your muscles tense as your grip tightens on your gun.
“Are you kidding?” 
Your tightening grip on your borrowed assault rifle relaxes at the familiar voice. You ignore Erik completely and stare out into the parking garage. You hear approaching footsteps. You’re tempted to get up and run out of the van so you don’t have to wait any longer. It’s been…actually time is hard for you right now. It both feels like it’s been so long since you’ve seen her and barely any time at all. You stay in your seat and you wait.
She steps into view, and you feel your teeth bite into your bottom lip. Something begins to simmer to life deep in your gut. You decide that you really like her short hair. It reminds you of her blue hair back in Ohio. She’s wearing the same jacket she wore during your London job. The black shirt she wears underneath looks far more comfortable than the heavy uniform you are trapped in. The black jeans that cover her legs reminds you of when she straddled you during the Amsterdam job.  
“I’m not done with him,” she says before looking into the van. She looks first at Erik, then at the other SHIELD agent in the van, and then at you. You stay completely still as you hold her stare. Not that she could tell with the black goggles covering your eyes. You are covered head to foot in your disguise. It shouldn’t be possible for anyone to recognize you. But you wonder if she can. You get your answer when she looks away and doesn’t make a move towards you. The bitter taste of disappointment starts to creep in. 
“We have our orders,” one of the SHIELD agents outside the van says. 
The agents and her go back and forth mentioning names you don’t recognize. You hear the growing frustration in her voice. She’s ignoring you completely, and you’re tempted to bury a round or two into the heads of the arguing agents to get her attention. From where you are seated, it wouldn’t be hard at all. A target standing mostly still? Easy. Then maybe you could toss the heavy helmet, peel off the suffocating face mask, and continue where you two left off. Minus the annoying smoke. 
When the arguing eventually stops, you stand. Your heavy footfalls are loud against the van’s floor. She looks at you again when you reach out for the hanging doors. You stop. You wait. You’re dying for her to somehow see you. She folds her arms in front of her chest and turns away. You want to jump out of the van. You want to call out to her. You want to see her reaction. 
You pull the van doors shut. The van starts moving once you sit back down in your seat. You lean your head against the cool wall of the van. You already regret following your orders. You don’t know when you’ll see her again. If you will. You are no longer a freelancer. You are part of a team now. The scope of your freedom has shrunk. You need to see her again. You can’t leave things like that. Not after the stupid thing you said to her. 
You look over at Erik. He still looks a lot like the picture your father gave you. He doesn’t make eye contact with you until the driver up front bangs against the wall dividing the front of the van from the back. Erik watches as you casually lift your gun and aim it at his bald head. The other SHIELD agent merely looks away. Your finger rests over the trigger, and you watch as Erik opens his mouth to say something. 
A single gunshot snaps him back against the wall of the van. His eyes roll up into the back of head as a stream of thick blood runs down the length of his nose. His mouth hangs open. The new hole in Erik’s forehead is a satisfying dark red circle. You lower your gun as the van continues to drive on as if nothing has happened. You uncurl your fingers from around the gun’s grip. 
Second target down. 
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iheart-urmom · 9 months
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Since we agree that Estapa is so sweet can you go some head canons for him?
YES OF COURSE I CAN MARK IS MY EVERYTHING (also this was sm fun) also ignore any grammar or spelling errors I did not proof read this
MARK HEAD CANONS BELOW THE CUT
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I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT THIS MAN IS THE BIGGEST SOFTY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU
like he'll buy you flowers whenever he knows you had a hard day or take you on cute dates he knows you enjoy
he is very very protective over you like when the two of you first started dating he didn't introduce you to his friends for like a month and then when he finally did he was so hesitant about it and didn't let you leave his line of sight the entire time
This man LOVES to show you off on his story, parties and ESPECIALLY at games
Speaking off this man goes feral seeing you with his name on your back sm he gives you any hoodie he has with or jersey he is quite literally obsessed with it
He definitely has a love hate relationship with PDA like he loves holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, etc. But hes not the type to make out with you in public (except when hes drunk he do give a crap about anything) He will give you a peck on your head cheek occasionally on your lips
on the other hand if he sees someone flirting with you or even giving you that look Mark will come over and kiss the shit out of you letting anyone and everyone know that you are his
He definitely would get in a fright over you like a guy talking shit on the ice on the other team saying how hot you are and shit Mark would not hesitate to check this man into the boards any moment he gets
the team ADORES you like wants to have you around as much as possible it has some how come around that you are the team mom? Don't entirely know how that happened but it did and Mark loves it
Mark and you are a chaos couple you do stupid shit together all the time wether its staying up late making bowls of sugar filled ice cream (Chewy cookies 🤭) or its roaming the campus together
Anytime Mark gets into a fight on the ice and has some sort of injury from it (small cuts, bruises, etc) He pleads for you to "fix" him up
His love language is physical touch and quality time he loves when it is just the two of you one of his favorite activities is cuddling together and watching a movie its feeds both of his love languages and you are just fine with it
Last but not least Mark hates going anywhere without you, Summer was such a pain for him when the two of you split up going to your respective homes but after a month in you got a call from Mark letting you know he was on his way as you spoke
This is was the funnest thing I have ever done there is no way I am not doing this again
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pierrotsmoon · 1 year
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Dorm leaders with a s/o who loves horror movies 
(and other creepy media)
Jumping back into it! Might be a little rusty :)
Warnings- horror movie discussion, slight fem implication but not really, fluff, cheesiness, a lil OOC but nothing extreme, author is so tired rn just pretend we can show them media from our world for my sake plz
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Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle is a little afraid of horror movies
His mother had never allowed him to watch anything over pg-13, so he’s really unaware of the wonders of horror media
You probably start him off with scarier kids movies, like Coraline
He’s really freaked out by the opening scene
(Probably deeply relates the other mother to his own)
If you get him into more objectively terrifying movies, like (one of my favs) Texas Chainsaw Massacre, he’ll try to distract himself by holding on to you, and talking about the camerawork, the artistic value and all that
He will sit with you on the couch, hands covering his eyes, peeking out slightly
Doesn’t love overt guts and all that, but probably enjoys the more subtle, unnerving horror, that’s what really freaks him out
Considers you to be extremely brave, probably brags to the other dorm leaders about you
“I’m not afraid! This is just distasteful!”
Leona Kingscholar
He also probably enjoys horror movies, but when he watches them with you, he feels the need to prove himself a little
Loves cheesy slasher flicks, especially if you both sit there and make fun of them together
Adores watching B horror movies with you, the worse the movie, the more fun you both have
Hates the tropes involving women in those types of films, thinks its super disrespectful to assume girls are stupid enough to just open the door for the killer
*Cue eye roll*
One of those people who either falls asleep mid movie, or talks through it with you, either way it's pretty fun
Adores the more old school horror, like 1931’s Dracula and creepy comedy, like The Addams Family
People tend to characterize him as a lazy brute, but he’s also a royal, so he probably grew up appreciating some art and vintage media, so I think he’d appreciate black and white movies
(he’d rather die than admit it, but he definitely feels all mushy inside watching the Addams Family)
He also probably gets mildly disturbed during build up scenes, jumpscares and all that, but it’s usually just because of his heightened beastman senses
“Of course it didn’t jump, stop being ridiculous.”
Azul Ashengrotto
Hes terrified, I’ll just leave that there
Jkjk I could never leave out my favorite fishman
He’s horrified during practically any part of the movie, but especially during the big finale scene (think Scream) 
However big is fear is, his need to prove himself as a big strong manly man is even bigger, so he’ll act like he’s not scared at all
He;s really bad at it tho, so expect to literally have him on your lap by the credits
He definitely sticks to the less scary movies, like The Boy which just sort of unnerved him more than anything
If you’re like, a super horror buff, he’ll stick around as best as he can
He wants to encourage your interests!
Pro tip: invite the twins to come around for a big movie night, they’ll be cracking jokes throughout while Azul looks like he’s about to combust
“Jade! Floyd! Stop laughing or I’ll cut your salary!” 
Kalim Al-Asim
You'd think he’s gonna be scared don’t you?
This man fears nothing on a screen, literally 
Honestly he probably is a bigger fan of analogue horror than anything
Loves Mandela Catalogue 
He enjoys the fresh, new format that it provides, probably because of how easily bored he gets
Literally sits through everything with a calm-to-happy expression
Every time a new flick catches your attention, he’ll get tickets
If you’re a buff who gets scared easily (Me too!) he’ll be sure to tease you about it
Lots of hugs during movies
Another one who jokes about cheesy jumpscares, somehow never even the slightest bit startled
“What's so scary? You wanna see something terrifying, look at Jamil when he realizes I’m throwing another banquet!” 
Vil Shoenheit
Tbh he’s probably acted in horror movies
As the aforementioned horror
Thinks a lot of them are distasteful
Probably because he’s scared (jk)
Has his arm around your shoulder during the whole movie, its for his sake, but you're not complaining
Loveloveloves discussing the practical effects and prosthetics with you
Unrealistic fake blood bores him severely 
Another fan of cheap B horror movies, just for the makeup
You’ve never heard him laugh harder then during some sloppy CGI scene
Literally tears in his eyes
“T-the Hair- oh my Goddess Liebling, look at his HAIR!”
Idia Shroud
 Horror?
He’s in heaven!
Idia is a BIG fan of horror media, primarily horror manga and anime
If you want to win him over for life, introduce him to the work of Junji Ito 
His favorite Junji Ito manga is his rendition of Frankenstein
Deeply personal, also he’s mildly terrified of the hubris of man
The both of you sit in your own little blanket cocoons (unless you wanna share one…) and watch horror movies in his room
Deeply analyzes horror movies with psychological aspects, it's one of his favorite things to do!
 If it's a little late at night, you’ll notice his eyes flit around the room, just keeping watch
Slasher flicks are some of his fav non-anime horror, the tropes keep him excited
“I knew it! I-I mean it was easy enough to figure out, if you check out the context clues and-”
Malleus Draconia
Hm?
He’s extremely inexperienced when it comes to modern media, and horror is completely foreign to him
Malleus probably asked why humans like scaring themselves so much, it seems silly to him
He is open to the idea of watching these films with you, as long as you are happy, he is
Probably enjoys horror comedies most of all, the morbid humor is enjoyable to him
Watching horror movies with Malleus will always include big bowls of ice cream, warm pajamas, and plenty of questions
Lover of horror movies that discuss more mundane human life, because it is so foreign to him
Like Black Christmas 1974
He thinks you are a confusing little human, for enjoying looking at things that terrify and mortify yourself and others
And he wouldn’t want you any other way
“Child of man, what is so horrifying about this movie exactly?”
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Thank you for reading! This is a new acc, but i'll probs repost this on Ao3, also, Vil with German nicknames is so
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heartsoji · 1 year
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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.
we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.
then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.
then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.
then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.
all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!
@.su.rin post made at 4:16pm
comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok
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bellaxisworld · 27 days
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february 23, @jegulus-microfic prompt: alley. word count: 519
crackfic. enjoy!
James Potter was not known for making very smart decisions. In fact, on any given day, it could be said that James Potter was undoubtedly, one-hundred-percent, certainly making bad, bad, very poor choices. His very loving friends knew to keep an eye out for his dangerous shenanigans. Mostly, his dangers were accidental. He was clumsy or did something stupid—by accident. He was labeled as a local hazard. 
Unfortunately for everyone, today was no different. 
James took a shortcut home—through a dark and dingy alley; none of its grim qualities raised any alarm bells in his head. He was skipping alone, minding his own—when he came across a miracle. 
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜。.
Regulus was having a peaceful evening—a rare occurrence, being the boyfriend of one local hazard named James Potter. Regulus was relaxed, curled up sitting with a book by the window, watching the rain pitter-patter away.
The door banged open and Regulus sighed heavily, expecting chaos to ensue. James was a storm, barging into every room like some kind of natural disaster. But oh, did Regulus adore him, and every moment spent with James was worth it. James’ chaos was simply endearing, even if Regulus needed to be on high-alert all the time. 
James crashed into the room holding a—
“What the fuck?”
James positively beamed, “Regulus! I found a—I don’t even know, honestly, what this is—I think it’s some kind of miracle!” 
The furry gray thing in James’ arms was wriggling. 
James continued, “Reg, I just found it an alley, can you believe it? It must be some kind of-of miracle animal breeding, really—it looks like a cat and a dog had a baby!” He sounded so giddy.
Regulus squealed, backing away from his boyfriend, “James—” 
“Or perhaps a panda? It has weird fur lines around its eyes—” James was looking at the animal curiously, held up to his eyeline.
Regulus held his arms around his stomach protectively. “Potter! That is not a hybrid—”
James looked up, excited. “You’ve seen this before?”
He was about to have a meltdown. James just brought an alley rodent into their shoebox apartment. “It’s a fucking racoon, James!” 
James’ childish wonder did not fade. “What’s a—a raccoon?” 
“That! That thing, with the gray fur and dark mask around its eyes—and the stripy tail. A raccoon. Raccoons, James, are not friendly animals—”
James scoffed. “Please, Reg—he’s plenty friendly. I still think he’s a panda-cat-dog mix.” 
“He’s a rodent!”
James gasped. “Like Peter?”
“Yes! Just like Peter, but bigger and probably carrying more diseases from some dingy alley.” 
James was just standing by the front door, examining the rather calm rodent in his arms. The raccoon was large—James was holding it with both arms wrapped around. James looked rather put-out. He looked up at Regulus with wide eyes. “So—you won’t—I mean, we can’t—keep him?” 
Regulus blinked at him. “No, sweetheart. We’re not keeping him. Hazard behavior, James.” 
James and the raccoon said their goodbyes, but James never forgot his miracle. He kept a picture of the raccoon in his wallet. 
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ dedicating this to everyone who fed into my raccoon fanatics the past few weeks. im losing the plot, but it's just a bit of fun <3
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nayaaatv · 2 years
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wonwoo bf headcanons ☂︎
# : fluff, gn! reader ♡
warnings ! : none (?)
wc ! : 0.6k
a/n : FINALLY OMG. i thought this writers block was gonna last forever im so sorry.
req by anon ♡
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look, yk how this man games right. okay so.. lets say one day, you got really bored and asked him if he could play roblox with u. ofc, he said yes bc he loves u. but also thought it was pretty stupid at first. but now... its a daily thing for u both!! you'd ask to play the 'stupidest' games like royale high, da hood, the mimic, whatever!! but he says yes everytime, and enjoys it everytime. hes having fun as long as ur having fun too.
u guys would have a cat together. like... fr. you'd name it like milo or tulip. cute things like that, ngl... i think he'd buy them little clothes or collars. to him, THEYRE HIS CHILD. u teased him about it before but he just replied with "im practicing." i hope we all know what that means hehe.
keeps every gift you give him. he still wears the bracelet you gave him 2 years ago. he still hugs the plushie you gave him on his birthday. he loves it when u still keep his gifts too. he appreciates it so much
can nap without u, but refuses to most of the time. he personally thinks its a need that u literally have to be there when he takes a nap, he doesnt know why, but he literally needs u to be there. he wont force you too much if you're busy, but hes gonna struggle a lot ㅠㅠ. its better if you like napping too or if ur a big cuddler. it doesn't matter to him though. you dont even have to nap with him he just wants you to be there.
computer cafe dates, like pls. your either both playing games or your just watching him do his stuff. its so comforting for the both of you. you're telling him about your day, ranting about the annoying co-worker you had at work as he games away. he always listens though, remembers every detail. he tells you about his day too, and its just a fun hobby for you both.
hes a bit shy most of the time, so you're gonna have to be the one to initiate anything physical. but he loves loves loves hand holding. you dont know why and maybe he doesnt either, it just makes him feel so safe and his hands are so warm and he says your hands are so soft to him :((
he really likes taking photos of u... don't take this in a weird way but he looks like the guy to have like a whole photo album of u looking pretty whilst doing nothing. whether its u actually posing for the camera or him just taking a photo without ur acknowledgement. little photographer bf
again with the gamer wonwoo agenda, if u were even struggling with something just a bit, he would leave his game immediately. it does not matter. it could be the simplest things! not being able to reach something, seeing a bug, literally anything!!!! he will help u everytime. okay maybe he doesn't help you everytime but he always pauses his game when he notices, and then goes back to gaming if he sees you dealing with it on your own.
secretly loves it when you kiss him out of the blue while he's reading or watching something. he always hits you with the "what was that?" in a very cool tone but his heart is actually spinning like crazy. he thinks you don't know but you can see the cutest shade of red on his cheeks everytime. he doesn't need to know that though.
[ jeonghan is next ! ]
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taglist 𖦹 : @odetoyeonjun @stuckinmyhead5 @guavagyu @starry-mins @pearlygraysky @enhacolor @khypods
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gretavanlace · 1 year
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The Emperor’s New Clothes
Jake Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, flirting, light impact play, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), etc
Inspired by this gorgeous little bit and this one, too. You’re all evil geniuses ❤️💋
“Seriously, what is wrong with you three?” Danny grabs the pool stick out of Sam’s hand and shoves him aside. “Is being a shitty pool player a prerequisite for being a Kiszka?”
“In fact, it is!” Josh sounds off, leaning against the table, finger idly dragging over the kelly green felt. “They pull us all aside in the hospital directly after birth, and say…hmm, I’ve forgotten, it seems. Samuel?”
Sammy takes a long chug of his fruity pink drink around a nod. “They say,” he gestures grandly, so much like his eldest sibling at the moment. “Be as useless as possible if you ever get your hands on a pool stick. Fuck every play up royally, for this…this is your duty. It’s all very dramatic.”
“Ah yes,” Josh raises his glass in thanks. “That’s it, little brother. Good man, better memory.”
“Idiots.” Danny shakes his head, and sinks three striped balls before scratching and turning in your direction. “Jake, you’re up.”
Jake rises from his stool beside you where he’s been watching the scene unfold with a gentle hand on your bare thigh.
“My time to shine, kitty cat.” He plunks his neat whiskey down and swaggers away, calling over his shoulder. “Prepare to witness mediocrity at its finest.”
“Mediocre would be a compliment.” Danny adds with another shake of his head that sends his mane of curls swaying.
“Hey,” Jake points a lazy finger at him, “you chose me as your partner.”
“Only because the other two are even worse, somehow.”
He sounds baffled by it, and you suppose that makes sense. Normally, the brothers Kiszka float through life with seemingly endless layers of talent. It’s more than fun for the both of you — strangers to such endless grace — to witness their struggle.
Danny hurries to your side, so that you might enjoy the moment together, falling into you as you both dissolve into a fit of half-drunken laughter when Jake flawlessly (and accidentally) sinks the 8 ball.
“Tired of this, is all.” He shrugs, lying his ass off. “We never do anything real. Let’s do something real.”
“I’m real,” You taunt jokingly after a swig of the whiskey he’s left you in charge of, “you could do me.”
“Don’t be cheeky.” He scolds half-heartedly, with a wavering point your way.
“I love it when you talk ‘shitty british accent to’ me, jakey.” You wink with another pull on his glass, draining it to the dredges.
Daniel tries an accent of his own on for size, mimicking his band mate. “Name’s Jacob, love.” He reaches forward to kiss your hand, and you allow it with a giggle and a blush Jake pretends not to see. “I’m terrible at pool…and that’s not the only stick I don’t know how to wield.”
The brothers erupt into laughter as you roll your eyes affectionately.
“Laugh it up, pricks.” Jake sounds unbothered in the sexiest way…it takes a bulldozer to get under his skin.
“Aw, that’s alright, you gorgeous thing, you,” Josh allows his stare to fall dark upon you after a conspiratorial wink. “If my perpetually stupid twin wants to waste opportunities, I’ll allow it and take care of you myself.”
“Sounds perfect, josh…” you lend a breathy tone to your words. “Upstairs in your room or right here on the pool table?”
He pretends to think it over, “I’d say table, but look at all the balls left on the felt. That doesn’t exactly scream comfort. If only Jake could actually sink one or two.”
“Yeah,” you nod with a solemn sigh, “such a shame. Upstairs then.”
“Me?” Jake sloshes more whiskey into his glass and slides it away from you while miming a kiss so you’ll know he realizes this is all in good fun. “You didn’t land a single fuckin’ ball, Josh. Why do you even have this?” He raps his knuckles quickly against the shiny wood framing the table.
“I happen to enjoy telling people I have a billiard room.” Josh smooths his shirt flippantly. “It makes me sound refined.”
“Yeah,” Sammy speaks up from the bar where he is chaotically preparing himself a refill. “Break out the brandy and Tchaikovsky, already. I’m not feeling cultured enough.”
“It makes you sound stupid, because this isn’t even a billiard table.” Jake points out. “Totally different game.”
In reply, Josh sends a square of chalk sailing through the air directly at his head. His twin ducks at the last minute, avoiding impact. “You’re just mad because your girl wants me to take her upstairs.”
“Is that true, kitty cat?” His stare lands on you with mischief glittering there. “You wanna go upstairs with the sun, or stay down here in the darkness where you like it best?”
He saunters forward and pulls you in close, lips soft against your pulse point…but for a split second, you can’t help the way your line of sight lingers, locked with Josh’s.
Jake’s knee slides between your thighs, just high enough to be a little inappropriate. He’s claiming you. Reminding the room to whom you belong, though it isn’t necessary…the whole world can see you’re his.
It’s all right there in the way you look at him. In the way you move with him like a devoted magnet. In the way your body comes alive with electric love when he walks into a room.
Yes, you’re his. Implicitly. But sometimes…..
Shoving the thought away, you push him aside as well, with an embarrassed swat. “Quit it.”
“See?” Josh teases, never one to shy away from giving his brother hell. “She’s ready for the superior twin. Aren’t you, pretty?”
He sends another wink flying in your direction. “And who could blame her? She’s seen me in a jumpsuit or two.”
“Here we fucking go.” Sam groans loudly. “If you’re going to start in on a big dick monologue, I’m calling an Uber.”
“I’ll split it with you.” Danny concurs.
“Ah, fuck off,” Josh waves a hand in the air wildly, dismissing them both “jealous bastards.”
He moves to grab his drink, drifting through the room with that careless elegance that follows him around like a shadow, and you find yourself unable to look away the way you sometimes fall victim to when he’s owning one stage or another.
At times, Josh is like a song you can’t get out of your head. You don’t want to sing it, you don’t want to listen, but there it is all the same…dominating your attention.
You shake it off, but when your eyes reluctantly abandon him, you find Jake’s gaze, narrowed and knowing, tracking and all seeing. It burns into you, lighting a tortuous flame of shame, and something else, within you.
It’s an unsteady feeling. Unsure. Mostly because you can feel emotion radiating off of him like wandering hands reaching out to stroke over your skin. He’s live-wire-alert, thrumming with galvanic energy, but he isn’t angry. Far from it.
It’s analytical, this look he has fixed upon you. It’s hot, there’s no questioning that…but it also boasts a peculiarity. He’s honed in on something you’ve tried very hard to keep hidden, and he doesn’t necessarily hate it.
Brushing away what can only be labeled as intrusive thoughts - he can’t have seen through you that easily - you watch as Dan and Sam begin a game of darts, squabbling over who should throw first.
The night drifts by languidly, becoming a little fuzzier and more dream-like with each trip to the bar to top up.
Jake has disappeared, but that’s nothing new. He tends to wander when inebriated. Likes the quiet. You’ll catch up with him sooner or later. Or perhaps you’ll find him curled up in the guest room that has been unceremoniously reserved for the two of you each time Josh hosts.
You’ve fought it as long as you can, ignoring the nagging ache in your bladder, unwilling to readily ‘break the seal’ that will render you popping off to the bathroom every ten minutes.
Josh is contemplating a song that has been trekking about in his mind, remaining hidden away despite begging to be written.
You nod sympathetically, offering up a squeeze of his hand in solidarity. “Hold that thought,” you smile, tripping on your slurred words so mildly no one but yourself would ever notice. “Off to the ladies room.”
“The ladies room?” He laughs, trotting out that barking belly laugh that is nothing short of infectious. “You make my home sound like an Applebees.”
“Applebees?” You hear Sam pipe up as you ascend the basement stairs “Are you ordering? ‘Cause they’ve got that queso I like.”
Danny’s reply comes muffled as you slip onto the main floor. “Applebees is fuckin’ disgusting, and anyway…”
Hands washed, and a smudge of eyeliner wiped away, you emerge from the bathroom, ready to rejoin the party when a hand slithers out in the dark, quick as a striking snake, to pull you into the spare bedroom.
“Hello, kitty cat.” Jake’s voice comes smoothly in the dark.
“Jake,” you’re working hard to quiet your hammering heart as your eyes fight to adjust in the darkness. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You can nearly hear the smirk in his tone.
“Have you been hiding up here all this time?” You ask, as he holds tight to your hands, barring you from actually being able to touch him.
“Yes. Kept myself busy by going through my brother’s things.” He whispers, licking a soft trail along the side of your pinky. “Did you know he owns a vibrator? Wonder what he uses that for?”
“Probably the same thing you use mine for.” You breathe back in the pitch black of the room, picturing the way he sometimes holds it against his cock for you when you feel like watching. “Stop teasing your poor twin. And you shouldn’t go through other people’s things, Jacob. Naughty.”
“Oh? Shouldn’t I?” His lips skate across your own as he leans in. “I wouldn’t have found this if I hadn’t.”
He has timed his moment perfectly, and as the light flips on, the ability to form truly coherent thoughts becomes unattainable.
A completely self-assured expression warms his features as you stare on with parted lips and softly panting breaths.
Josh’s jumpsuit, stark white and swimming with mermaids and winking glitter, hugs his body like a second skin. It renders the tan of his complexion even more pronounced, leaving him standing before you like a sun-kissed god.
His hair is pulled back in a loose, low slung bun. It’s lazy and effortless. Obviously not executed before a mirror, and that makes it all the more right.
“Fuck, I…” you falter, unable to find the words for your thoughts. Probably for the best, lest you come off as some fucked out ninny in a poorly scripted porno.
“Will this do?” He bites down on his lip, hiding away a flash of insecurity that you spot anyway. It’s gone as fast as it came. Replaced quickly by that cocky smirk that makes your cunt ache for his touch. “Or should I go and gather my brother?”
“Jake…”
Your eyes are fixed on his cock, half-hard and deliciously on display behind the suit. So very much like his twin.
“What?” He yanks you in close and ghosts his mouth up along your pounding jugular until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. “I see the way you watch him sometimes. You look so pretty when you stare. Do you want to fuck him? Because you can. If you want him that badly, that is. You can have him.“
A moan in the negative is all you can hope for in the moment.
“No?” He’s got you up against the door now, grinding his fully hard cock against your clit, inching his fingertips up along the outsides of your thighs, higher and higher under your skirt. “You’ll settle for me, dressed up in the emperor’s clothes?”
“You’re the fucking emperor.” You correct, burying your hands in his hair, further loosening his haphazard bun. “I just like to think about it now and then.”
Oh, where did that little bit of honesty come from? Some things are better left unsaid.
“You like to think about fucking my brothers?” He couldn’t be further from angry if he tried. You can hear it. Territorial, perhaps…but that will do perfectly.
“Never said brothers,” you gasp, clinging to his bare shoulders for dear life when his fingers curl into the sides of your panties. “Just Josh.”
“Why?” He’s beginning to shine with sweat and need.
“I like his mouth…oh, fuck…” you whine when he slips your underwear down, mid-thigh. “It’s pretty. And the way he moves his tongue sometimes…”
“Alright, shut up…” he lands a harsh crack of a smack against your swollen clit. “That’s enough.”
“Jealous?” You smile, taunting him just a little before leaning in to dip your tongue into his warm mouth. He tastes of liquor, and cinnamon, and Jake.
“Maybe.” He smiles into your kiss.
“You’ve given me permission to fuck him, but you can’t handle listening to me talk about it?” You’re taunting him mercilessly, but he loves it and you both know it.
“Maybe you’re just needy.” He teases right back, easing two fingers snug into your warmth without warning. “Yeah? Maybe you’re just feeling slutty because you need to cum. Is that it, baby? Do I need to pet my pretty kitty cat a little?”
“Please…” you’re begging, and much too loudly given that there’s an audience one floor below, but you can’t find a fuck to give.
“Mouth or cock?” He curls into you, pressing perfectly inside your silken walls as you arch away from the door.
“Mouth.” You whimper, sounding as pathetic as you feel in your desperation.
It’s the correct answer. Had you said cock, he’d have worked himself into a frenzy thinking about the way you spoke of Josh’s mouth but didn’t ask for his.
He drops to his knees, without a word, eyes on yours until he disappears beneath your skirt, beautiful features now cloaked and hidden away.
You blush under the scrutiny of no one in the empty room when you hear him draw in a deep, lingering, lungful of you with his mouth on your dampened thighs.
“Pink and pretty,” his voice rasps from between your legs. “She’s just a little messy right now. Don’t worry, kitty cat…I’m gonna kiss her all better.”
A feral sound chokes out of you as you yank his face in close, burying him in your cunt.
At first, he’s louder than you are. Murmuring hungry little grunts and moans against your slick skin…sucking at you ravenously until the room is stifled up, full and hot, with the wet sounds of your cunt and his mouth.
Soon, though, you grow hotter, and lose yourself little by little, fucking against his face as he loves on your clit obscenely. Lapping at it, nibbling delicately, drawing it into his kiss tenderly as his fingers delve deeper inside.
He fucks you slowly, nudging you along as you whine and beg above him.
“Shh…” he warns around your pulsing bundle of nerves. “Or do you want him to hear you?”
“Only you.” You promise, rocking your hips frantically to meet him. “It’s all for you. Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop.” He swears, licking away at you like the sweetest lollipop is playing over his tongue.
It’s intrusive and definitely not called upon, but when the picture begins to tumble about in your mind on loop— both of them nestled between your legs at once with those gorgeous mouths of theirs, you’re cumming hard and fast…pouring over his fingers, likely ruining the front of a jumpsuit neither of you can claim ownership of.
Its blissful and for a moment, your soul is robbed from it’s earthly confines, spending a suspended breath ruminating with the universe.
“God damn…” Jake’s winded response scratches out of him as he peeks out from under your skirt, eager to get a look at your flushed face.
He’s covered in you. Glistening and catching the light in your release. “You came everywhere.”
His observation is beyond pleased, but when your eyes slide away, he presses you for answers while still on his knees. “What? Tell me.”
“It’s nothing.” You smile, stroking a bead of sweat away from his temple.
“Liar.” He grins lazily, licking the taste of you off his plush lips. “Tell me what got you off so hard.”
It takes a massive amount of charm on his end, but eventually, you admit that you’d been thinking about them both.
The look in his eyes is nothing short of devious when he goes to speak, only to be quieted by a soft knock on the door.
Your eyes meet in panicked anticipation when a familiar voice breeches the wooden barrier. “It isn’t nice to talk about someone behind their back, you know?”
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hyunxjinnie · 5 months
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Wish you were sober
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(inspired by the Conan Gray song)
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, vaping, partying, etc !
Pairing: Hyunjin ! X Female reader ! Brief Lee Know ! X reader !
Enjoy!
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You hated party's.
And yet, here you were.
Sitting on the uncomfortable leather couch in Han Jisung and Lee Minho's home, watching your best friend, Hyunjin dance and trade drinks with some random girl.
You really didn't want to be here, but you didn't want anything to happen to Hyunjin, he was known for getting into trouble, especially when he was high or drunk.
You knew he could take care of himself though, and you knew your mutual friends, Jisung and Minho wouldn't let anything happen to him, so why did you come?
If you were being truthful, you only came because Hyunjin begged you, and you absolutely couldn't say no to the guy, he was too charming and persistent.
Even though you'd vowed that you'd never attend another party again, Hyunjin just had to beg and look at you with his stupid pretty eyes on his stupid pretty face, and you caved.
It was a cycle.
Hyunjin hears about a party and wants to go, you tell him you'll stay home, he begs, you cave in, and you let him drag you to the party, and then he gets drunk, dances and makes out with random girls, then you drag him back home, and he says dumb sweet things to you.
It hurt, it really did..Hyunjin always begged you to come along, telling you things like; "It'll be no fun if you aren't there!" And, "You love me, right?"
He basically guilt-tripped you into coming with him, telling you all those things, and then leaving you for whatever chick comes up to him, and then he acts like nothing's wrong.
Maybe nothing was wrong, maybe you were just over thinking, right?
You sighed and got up from the couch.
As you pushed past the crowd of drunk hooligans, you heard someone call your name.
You turned to see Hyunjin with a pretty blonde on his arm, who you believe was a girl named Karina.
"Where are you going?" He asked with a pout on his face and his cheeks red from all the alcohol.
"Upstairs."
He frowned. "Are you going to see Minho again?" He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
You sighed. "Look, Hyune..i'll be right back, swear." You didn't give him time to answer, and turned around and bolted up the stairs.
The upstairs of the home was less crowded. There were a few people hanging out and vaping, but that was it.
You used the spare key Minho gave you and unlocked his bedroom door.
"Minho?"
You locked the door behind you and scanned his room, but he wasn't there.
The open window caught your attention, the cold breeze blowing into the room.
You carefully peeked your head out and saw him sitting on the roof with a bottle of wine in his hands. You crawled out of the window and sat next to him.
"This party's shit, huh?" He chuckled as he took a sip of the wine.
You nodded and sighed. "I don't even know why I come anymore."
Minho snickered and turned to look at you, raising one eyebrow.
"I think we both know exactly why you came."
You huff and shake your head. "Its just-its so confusing, Min! He begs me to come with him, then he abandons me for literally anyone else, and-and then he tells me he loves me when we're alone, and then he acts like it never happened!" You scoff and take the wine from Minho, aggressively taking small sips.
"Who's he charmed up this time?" Minho chuckles.
"Karina." You sigh.
He hums and looks at you for a bit, studying your face.
"Lets dip." He says.
"Where?"
He thinks for a moment. "Do you have anywhere specific that you wanna go?"
You shake your head. "No, just anywhere but here is fine."
Minho nods and grabs the wine from you, and sets it back inside on his dresser, then he grabs onto the branch of the big oak tree and starts making his way down.
"You coming?"
You grab onto the branch and make your way down too.
...
You and Minho ended up going to an arcade. It was fun, but soon it got late, and you both headed back to the house.
The house was almost empty, everyone had gone home at that point. A few of the people from your friend group, Chaeryeong, NingNing, Chan, and Felix had stayed back to help Jisung clean up.
"Jisung, we're never throwing another party again." Minho scoffed, looking at the mess.
"Yeah, yeah." Jisung's words were slurred, indicating he was slightly drunk.
"I'm gonna go find Jin." You said quietly, walking past everyone.
After searching around the house for a few minutes, you finally found him curled up and asleep on the bathroom floor.
You sighed and shook him awake. "Hyunjin.. Wake up."
He groaned a bit before slowly opening his eyes.
He drunkenly smiled at you. "Y/nnn" he softly grinned.
You gave him a small smile. "C'mon, lets get you back home, hm?"
You helped him up. You struggled a bit, but you were used to it. You both stumbled a bit coming out of the bathroom.
"You need some help?" Chan asked.
"No, I'm fine." You shook your head.
"You sure?"
You nodded and continued helping Hyunjin out of the house, saying goodbye to everyone on your way out.
"Jinne, where are your keys?" You asked.
He mumbled a quiet, "Pocket." Before resting his head on your shoulder.
You fumbled around in his pockets for a bit before you found it and unlocked his car. You helped him into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.
Once he was settled, you hopped into the drivers seat and drove towards his apartment.
Less than ten minutes later, you had arrived. You shook Hyunjin awake and he whined.
"Jinnie get up please..only a few more minutes and you'll be inside, but you have to get up." You tried reasoning with him.
He sighed and his eyes fluttered open.
"You're pretty." He breathed out.
You hummed and reached across to unbuckle his seatbelt. He grabbed your wrist.
Confused, you looked up at him. "Hyunjin what-*
You were cut off by his lips on yours, kissing you softly for a moment.
When he broke the kiss, you stared at him in shock. He'd never ever done anything like that before.
He grabbed your face and pulled you back in for another kiss, and you didn't resist.
He pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. One hand was on your face, while the other rested on your hip, his touch light, but still burning into your skin.
He gently bit your lip and pulled away, and ended the kiss with a soft peck on the corner of your lips.
"I-we should- I should get you inside." You spoke softly, out of breath. You gently climbed off of him and helped him out of the car.
The walk and elevator ride up to his apartment was silent. When you finally got there, you help him in and to his room.
You took off his shoes and jacket. You then took off his jeans, leaving him in his boxer's and his shirt.
He groaned, calling out your name softly.
"What is it?"
"Stay, please." He pouted.
"I-" you started, but stopped when his pout turned into a frown and his eyes were getting a bit teary.
Sighing, you kicked off your shoes and let Hyunjin tug you down next to him.
His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his head in your chest, breathing in your scent deeply.
You lay there until you could hear his slight snores, and you gently got out of his hold. He whined and turned around, clutching the nearest pillow.
You turned off the light in his room and shut the door, making your way to the couch while replaying the nights events in your head.
A loud sigh escaped your lips.
Hyunjin was confusing.. He was leading you on, even though he didn't mean to.
You knew you should distance yourself from him, but you couldn't do that. He mattered to you too much... But you also were aware that Minho was annoyed with you for crawling back to Hyunjin and so were all the rest of your friends.
Everyone loved Hyunjin, but it was obvious he wasn't ready for a relationship, and everyone knew that, including you.
You just didn't want to accept it.
...
You woke up on the couch in Hyunjin's living room. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep.
The sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running indicated that Hyunjin was awake. He came out of the bathroom a minute later, holding his head.
You sat up.
"Oh, morning Y/n." He gave you a small smile, hissing as the pain in his head increased.
You hummed and got up, making your way to the kitchen and getting your best friend some much needed medicine.
He stood behind you patiently, and gladly accepted the pill when you handed it to him.
"You shouldn't drink like that anymore Hyunjin." You said in a serious tone.
Hyunjin shrugged. "I'll be fine, I do it all the time."
"Hyunjin, it's not healthy."
He shook his head. "I swear I'm fine. Plus, its fun."
"Fun? Hyunjin that's not fun at all!"
"You're telling me you didn't have any fun?" He raised his eyebrow.
"No! I didn't have fun! I sat there watching you get drunk out of your mind while you made out with Karina! Then I had to drag you all the way home and take care of you since you can't take care of yourself!" You scoffed.
Hyunjin sighed. "Well I'm sorry you felt that way, okay? I really didn't know, I swear." He says, trying his best to end the conversation..One thing you'd learned about him over the years of being friends, is that he absolutely hated confrontation.
You sighed. You couldn't stay mad at him, no matter how hard you tried.
"Just-I don't know.. Just try to be more aware, no more drinking like a maniac, okay?" He nodded.
He gave you a small smile and held out his arms and without hesitation, you eased right into them.
You let him gently push your head into his chest and he rested his chin on your forehead. "I'll do better, promise." He whispered.
You nodded, even though you knew very well that he was going to most likely do it again despite his words..but you wanted to believe him, you wanted to believe that he would stay true to his word, and that he wouldn't do it again.
You wanted to pretend that it was going to be alright.
Because in this moment, Hyunjin was yours.
He was your best friend, and he loved you and you loved him, even if the love that you had for him was a different kind of love that he had for you. It didn't matter, not now.
So for now, you'd just pretend...
And hey..at least he was sober.
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Hiii! Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, I actually intended to make this longer, but I kinda got bored? Well I just didn't know how to continue, you know? But if anyone wants a sequel or another part I'd gladly do that!❤
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gojo-mochi · 3 months
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Softy my dear! Please, I give you this star 🌠 in exchange for kissing Toji under the missile toad. Thank you for the surprise request opening & I hope you're having a wonderful holiday!
[She / Her are my pronouns 🩶]
Happy new year!!!! sorry it kinda late waHHH!
Idk why it got so….like that at the end … blame toji
You were snuggled neatly on Toji’s lap, head tucked under his chin, as he flicked through various TV channels. To your surprise, he lands on one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. He settles on the couch, pulling you back with him. An arm snugly wrapped around your waist, fingers softly tracing patterns on your hip, sometimes sneaking a thumb in your waistband and feeling the plush skin there. You thought this was like a ‘Netflix and Chill’ kind of excuse where you put on a shitty movie and pretend to pay attention. But somehow, Toji’s attention was fixated on the movie.
It was the normal storyline: a big city woman goes back home to her small country town and meets a local there. They butt heads but soon are forced to fight together against the big bad evil corpo that is threatening to ruin Christmas for the small town. Then, in the end, they fall in love, and the woman leaves the city to be with the small town guy. You were only a quarter through the movie, but every plot point was playing out like you expected. “Are you secretly a romantic or something, Toji?” You teased lightly, stealing some of the popcorn from the bowl and munching on it. Toji snorts, “I just like making fun of them; look at how stupid everyone is. Especially the female lead; I mean, she’s leaving a rich lifestyle for some country town snob.” Now, you really didn’t expect Toji to be that invested in this plot. He rolls his eyes as the male lead accidentally bumps into the female lead, causing them to topple on top of each other, looking longingly into each other's eyes.
Toji makes snide comments here and there, his hand fully making its way under your shirt at the halfway point of the movie, just keeping it there for warmth. You eventually settled in, enjoying your boyfriend’s warmth, the cheesy movie, and stealing most of the popcorn from under his nose. Toji’s hand goes to the popcorn bowl only to find it empty, and he turns to you with a small frown. “What happened to all the popcorn?” You shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Maybe the ghost of Christmas’s past got to it?” Toji narrows his eyes at you, grabbing your salt-covered hand and sticking your fingers in his mouth. "Hmm, you taste like a liar and a thief to me.” 
He purposely drools on your hand, his grip iron tight on your wrist, not letting you escape. “Ew! Toji! Stop that.” He only chuckles cruelly in response, pulling you in towards his chest and tickling your sides. You squirm and wiggle in his grasp, trying to escape, only to be pushed down on the couch with Toji on top. His hands are still glued to your sides, and fits of giggles bubble from your lips. Then both your attentions get torn back to the TV as the climax of the movie is reached and a loud and cheerful Christmas song is played as the two main leads are seen going for a kiss under a mistletoe.
Toji snorts, but an idea pops into his head as he watches the scene. He squishes your cheeks in his massive palm, making you pucker your lips together. “This is a fitting punishment for a thief like you." He leans in, his whole tongue sticking out as he licks your lips messily, chuckling at your whining and squirming. Shushing you with a proper kiss this time, his lips searing themselves to yours, his tongue coming out again to poke and prod its way into your awaiting mouth. Tasting the salt from the popcorn and some sweetness from the hot cocoa you were sipping on. He pulls away, leaving your face and lips a mess. Slick and shiny with his drool and spit all over your chin. He coos at you as he wipes away at your face, coating his hand in his own drool. 
“I think we can still use this somewhere else..”
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