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Crimson Lust - CH 3

Fandom: Ateez Rating: Mature Genre: Dark Romance Pairing: Seonghwa/Hongjoong, San/Wooyoung/Yunho/Mingi/Yeosang/Jongho AO3 Masterlist Artwork

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Chapter Three

“Have you seen or heard from Seonghwa?”

Yunho looked up from his desk, rubbing roughly at his eyes strained from hours of staring at his computer screen. “No,” he shook his head, “I tried to call him but he hasn’t answered.”

“It’s been days!” San said, checking the calendar on his phone to confirm. “I even stopped by his apartment but he didn’t answer the door.”

“Did you use your key? We both have one, did you go inside?”

San shook his head. “I tried, but I couldn’t get in. Either he’s changed the lock or jammed something inside. I’m worried about him.”

Yunho yawned and turned back to boredly scrolling. “He’s fine, San, don’t worry about him. He just needs some time to work through what I found in the case. You know how he gets over the Demon Killer.”

“Yes, I do,” San balked, “and that’s why I’m as worried as I am. He’s obsessed with him. What if he’s spiraling and we’re just sitting here while you scroll through… is that Facebook!? Really, Yunho!?”

“San, he’s fine, trust me,” he answered boredly.

“Trust you!? Do you have eyes on him somehow? Do you know something I don’t!? Because any information about his current conduction inside that apartment would be very comforting right now.”

Yunho turned in his chair, leaned back as far as it would go, and peered up at San. “I don’t have eyes on him, nor don’t know anymore than you do. But I do know Seonghwa. He’s strong, very strong, and I know he just needs his time. That’s all. I’m very confident that, given a few days, he’ll come back ready to work through this and finally catch the Demon Killer.”

“And if he doesn’t?” San retorted. “What’s the cut off for having a swat team break into his apartment and haul him out of there.”

Yunho gave him his most comforting, reassuring smile. “I don’t think it’ll come to that, but if he doesn’t come out in a couple days, then let’s you and I go to his apartment together, and we

won’t leave until he either opens the door or we find a way inside. Sound good?”

San nodded slowly, but eventually agreed. “Yeah, alright.”

“Okay,” Yunho said, and reached out to place a hand on San’s hip, “but honestly, I think you’re worrying for nothing. It’s Seonghwa, he can be a bit crazy sometimes, but he always comes around.”

“I hope you’re right.”

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He’d lost track of the days, the time. He didn’t know if it was day or night, or how long he’d been sitting in the ruined mess of his living room. Crime scene pictures littered the floor between him and the wall, where more pictures had been pinned, along with what had been there before. The couch had been pushed back to the far wall, the coffee table violently flipped over in the kitchen, countless empty alcohol bottles created a second layer atop the pictures, and Seonghwa sat amongst it all, just as much of a mess as the rest of his apartment.

He could barely open his eyes against his raging headache. Despite the lights being turned off and the curtains wrenched closed, it was all still too much. His hand stuck to his skin as he lifted it to run his palm over his forehead and toward his hair, and his fingers caught on knots so matted they didn’t even make it through. He’d been in the same clothes since he left the station, the only time he got any relief was when the alcohol took its mercy, and Seonghwa couldn’t bother to bring himself to care. All he could think about, the only thing he could obsess over was the case, his parents, the Demon Killer. He spent every moment trying to connect the dots, but at the same time the storm inside him raged over whether or not he really wanted to. Were his parents really a part of something like this? Is that why they were taken from him so violently? All of this, all the pain he’d carried with him through the years, could it all be because his parents had been associated with someone the likes of the Demon Killer? Worse, could his parents and the Demon Killer have been the same kind of person?

The crime scene photos weren’t helping him, and had more so begun to blur together rather than give him any clarity. The bracelet had been no help either, same as the note from the last scene, but still he groaned when his door opened and a set of solid footfalls made their way toward him. He needed nor wanted no help from anyone, his closest friends included. He’d changed the lock the first day he holed himself inside the apartment, ran to the hardware store down the street before sinking fully into the spiral. Seonghwa knew that sooner or later someone would come looking for him, and the last thing he wanted was to be disturbed. He wanted, needed the time to think everything through in peace. It had been the only time he regretted giving San and Yunho spare keys.

“Leave!” He croaked, half waving his heavy hand to shoo whoever had come to collect him. He assumed either San or Yunho. More likely San since he’d been trying to get into his apartment for days now, but Seonghwa had no patience left for him. “I’m not leaving until… until something makes sense.” The alcohol still flowed through him, he only hoped the slur wouldn’t be noticed, or at least be passed off as lack of sleep. “My parents, and.. and gangs, and murders, and Demon Killers… it has to make sense, something has to make sense… it needs to make sense…”

“That’s why I’m here.” Whoever was behind him answered, the voice seemed familiar but the throbbing in his head made him unsure. “I’m here to help you figure it out, to help it all finally make sense. I’m sorry I made it worse, I was only trying to help.”

Before Seonghwa could answer or find the strength in him to turn his head to look upon his guest, he was grabbed. An arm held his chest against his attacker and a hand pressed a damp rag over his mouth and nose. Chloroform filled his airways, and as desperately as he tried to struggle against the man behind him and free himself before the chemical took hold, he was too drunk and his limbs were far too numb to do more then simply catch the man behind him with an elbow to the face before his vision darkened.

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Seonghwa's head was throbbing with a new kind of rhythm, and his nose and throat burned from something that was definitely not alcohol. He no longer felt the buzz from the countless bottles strewn across his living room floor, but the smell of the chloroform still lingered in his nose.

He sat up slowly, cradling his head in both hands as he leaned forward on his knees. He barely remembered the past week, let alone how he’d ended up in his current position. The last he did remember he was in his living room, staring at the pictures on the wall and the floor in a blissfully drunken haze. The door had opened and he recalled hearing footsteps behind him, he’d assumed it was San come to drag him out by his hair. Then the chloroform came into play, he could still smell it even now, clearly hours after he’d been taken from his own home. he’d been grabbed from behind and knocked out, and vague snippets of broken moments flitted through his mind of the elevator in his apartment building, the trunk of a car being shut before he was enveloped in darkness. Now he was in a room he didn’t recognize, in a bed that was far too big for one person, and covered in sheets and blankets much too lavish for his humble lifestyle. It was certainly not his place nor the place of anyone he knew. But he wasn’t tied up or injured, so clearly he wasn’t a captive, now he just needed to find out where he was and why.

“Welcome back.”

Seonghwa startled, jumping back against the headboard with a thud. His eyes found a man, barely visible where he sat in the darkest corner of the room, hidden by the shadows while he watched Seonghwa sleep. His gruff voice betrayed his beauty, for even shrouded in darkness it seemed to Seonghwa that the man glowed with a light the heavens were afraid to take away from him, though he could still see the malice that encircled him. It sent a thrill through him, one Seonghwa had felt before and had become very familiar with. It was a thrumming that surged through his veins every time he stepped foot on a crime scene left by the Demon Killer because he knew deep down, each scene was left in offering for him. It wasn’t fear, or terror, or any other synonym of the word. It was desire.

“You…” It took a second for Seonghwa to find his voice, whether it was from the chloroform or the rush that came over him when he saw this man, he couldn’t be sure. “You’re him, aren’t you, you have to be him. I-”

The man stood, raising his hand to stop the endless questions he could see about to break loose from Seonghwa. “Before you say anything, you need to take care of yourself first. Take these.” The man reached out and passed Seonghwa a small pile of clothes and a towel, which he took hesitantly. “There’s a bathroom through the door to your left. Shower, change, and someone will come to fetch you in half an hour.”

To Seonghwa’s absolute dismay, the man meandered toward him, bringing their faces nearly nose to nose before reaching out and running the backs of his fingers down Seonghwa’s cheeks. It was a more gentle touch than he’d ever felt, and Seonghwa was completely speechless.

“Once you’re more comfortable and better settled, I’ll answer all of your questions.” The man pulled back, turned and left the room as if nothing as intimate as what had just transpired between them had even happened, and Seonghwa was left to sit on the bed gaping at the closed door.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling a burning over the skin the man had touched. At some point he managed to snap himself out of his trance, remembering that someone would be coming for him in a short time, and he really did need a shower. So he stood, took the clothes and towel he'd been given, and walked into the bathroom. He hurried to shower and change, making himself as presentable as he could manage given the circumstances, because the second someone came to collect him and take him back to the angelic man who’d watched over him while he slept, he wanted to make sure he was ready. He wanted answers to his questions, of which he had many, but above all else he found himself craving simply being near the man again. Even being within eyesight was an exhilarating thought. So once he was ready he perched himself back on the edge of the bed, faced the door to the room, and waited, hoping with everything he had that they would come for him soon.

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When someone finally knocked on the door, Seonghwa launched from the bed. He opened the door with so much force he nearly fell backward, and then stumbled a second time when he was faced with the man who’d come to collect him. He stared wide eyed and shocked, completely speechless, at the last person he ever expected to see.

“Good to see you’re awake. How do you feel, considering that was the drunkest I’ve seen you in years?”

“Yunho…” He could barely find words as his throat tightened. He swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in his throat, and looked his friend (or so he thought) over. He was dressed much the same as he usually was at the station, with his black slacks and white button up. But where he looked very put together at the station, here he looked far more relaxed. His shirt was undone by at least two buttons with the third barely holding on, tight across his broad chest but stopped from bursting open by his double shoulder holster. The collar was slightly popped, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and his hair was mussed rather than its typical slicked back style. But what caught Seonghwa’s attention the most was something he knew Yunho did not have the last time he’d seen him, a very dark black eye. Seonghwa subconsciously rubbed his elbow as he tried to answer. “I… Yeah, I’m fine, surprisingly.”

Despite the intense scrutiny he’d been under, Yunho huffed and cracked a smirk. “Well, adrenaline does wonders in sobering people up.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Seonghwa shook his head, trying desperately to wrack his mind to find some explination as to what exactly was going on. How he hadn’t seen this? How could Yunho be involved in whatever was going on here? But even in his newly sobered state his mind was a thick fog. “What… What exactly is going on? Why are you here? What is this? I-”

He raised a hand, in much the same way as the man who’d been watching him sleep had, and Seonghwa had no will to do anything more than clamp his mouth shut. “I know you have a lot of questions, and I know that all of this is a lot to take in. But just wait a few more minutes. I’m going to take you downstairs to meet my boss, and he’ll tell you everything.”

“Your boss?” The fog cleared slightly as that sank in, and Seonghwa let the anger begin to bubble again. “Chief Lee is your boss.”

“Chief Lee is an inconvenience at best,” Yunho answered, firm and with no room for argument, “clearly you’ve figured out by now he was never my boss, the man you met earlier is and has been my entire life. And now, if you’ll nicely cooperate with me since, despite it all, we are friends and I hope we still remain so, I’ll take you downstairs and everything will finally make sense. Please, just don’t fight this and come with me.”

Yunho waited, staring intently and slightly nervously at Seonghwa. He was right, they had been friends for years. Since they met on day one of the academy, both of them along with San had been inseparable. So much so that he knew just by looking at Yunho, the tense lines of his shoulders, the slight bend in his knees, the intensity of his gaze, that he was worried Seonghwa would turn into a flight risk. He was ready to lunge at him should he dare to attempt to dart past him, but just as Seonghwa could see all of that in his friend, he could also see the sincerity, and the way his eyes begged for him to trust him as he always had because in the end it was true, there was no one he trusted with his life more then San and Yunho.

Seonghwa took a calming breath, quelled the nibble of anger he’d felt starting to boil, and nodded his head. Yunho finally relaxed, let his shoulders fall and stood straight then turned, and just as Seonghwa was giving him his trust, in turn he trusted Seonghwa not to bolt.

He followed silently behind Yunho, partly because he didn’t know what to say, but also because the house they were in was the most magnificent piece of architecture Seonghwa had ever seen. Correction, mansion, not house, quite possibly a castle. They walked for what seemed like a lifetime through halls wide enough to fit ten people wall to wall, and with ceilings as high as an opera house. Small glass chandeliers hung above him every few feet, illuminating the halls and casting rainbows of light along the walls and deep red carpets. Paintings that, in Seonghwa’s opinion, belonged in the most prestigious of museums, lined the walls. Pictures of landscapes in acrylic, portraits of men from ancient times on horseback, adorning swords and standing bravely amongst chaotic battlefields, beautiful women in hanbok amongst the most proud cherry blossom trees, with painted cheeks the same colour as the petals that rained down over them, and all encased in shimmering gold frames that contrasted perfectly with the deep sultry hues around them. It was the likes of which Seonghwa had never laid eyes upon in his life, and it made him all the more curious about the man who reigned here.

They exited the hallway and found themselves in a grand lobby. There were more hallways leading deeper into the mansion, another chandelier in the centre, this one larger and more spectacular then those in the hallway, and several sets of doors. Yunho moved to stand in the centre of the lobby while Seonghwa slowly circled it, inspecting the paintings with a deep scrutiny, and the marble statues that rested on tables beneath them.

“I’m sure you’re curious, so before I take you to my boss, I’ll give you a quick tour. Each wing of the mansion is different. The hallway we came from is all suites, that’s the Family Wing. Through this hallway.” He pointed to the next hallway to the right. “Are more bedrooms, but those are only for guests, hence the Guest Wing. The next one is where we do all of our work for the boss, meeting rooms, labs, research centres, that’s the Business Wing. And the last one is the dining hall where we occasionally have meals together, screening room, gun range, more the fun side of the mansion, or the Recreation Wing. And through those doors.” He pointed behind Seonghwa to a set of double doors, wooden, and carved with magnificent and intricate engravings of angels and devils and everything in between. “That’s the ballroom, not that we throw many party’s, or any party’s. It’s just always been there.”

“And where are we going to meet this so-called boss of yours?” Seonghwa asked, but his attention was fixed on one of the marble statues along the wall. He ran his fingers over the delicate marble, gentle as not to break it, and followed the statue from top to bottom. He traced the lines of the human, desperately trying to be released from the hold he’d been put in, and then down and along the arms of the one holding the human, the devil, with a sneer and no visible inclination of ever letting the man be free again. His eyes then cast to the side of the statue and his fingers followed them, he then traced his fingers down the delicate petal of a freshly cut Mugunghwa flower, one amongst twenty others in a crystal vase. When he turned he noticed this vase was not the only one strewn about the mansion.

“We’re going to the Business Wing, he’s waiting for you in the meeting room.”

Yunho walked past him and toward the hallway he’d pointed out earlier, and again Seonghwa fell into step behind him.

“He put me in the Family Wing.”

“What?” Yunho tossed over his shoulder, barely hearing the mumble Seonghwa had just let loose.

“He put me in the Family Wing.” Seonghwa repeated. “You said you have the Guest Wing for passersby with extra rooms, but he put me in the Family Wing, in a suite.”

Yunho stopped halfway down the hallway and turned to face another smaller set of double doors. Before he opened them he turned to Seonghwa with a smirk. “And that should say something for itself, shouldn’t it?”

Before Seonghwa could answer, Yunho pushed the doors open and walked in. The room was huge. Decorated in the same way the rest of the mansion was with the exception of a large monitor hung on the right wall, with several smaller ones around it. There was a table big enough to seat a hundred people comfortably, but when they entered the room there was only one other person in there, sitting and waiting patiently at the head of the table.

“Welcome to the meeting room.” It was the man from earlier, presumably Yunho's ‘boss’, with that seemingly ever present smirk that had Seonghwa’s stomach doing flips.

When Seonghwa said nothing and just stood in the doorway like a nervous teen at prom, the man rose from his chair and sauntered closer. He visibly and shamelessly raked his eyes over Seonghwa, from top to bottom and back. The intensity in his gaze made Seonghwa’s skin feel hot, and with every step he took closer, Seonghwa vibrated with anticipation.

The man got close enough to lean into Seonghwa, though he did not touch him. “You look… delicious.” Then he leaned even closer, a breadth away from the skin just below his neck, and inhaled long and deep. “Just as sweet as I thought you’d smell.”

He backed away, though barely, and all Seonghwa could do was hold his gaze and swallow hard.

“Ease up, Hongjoong,” Yunho said from where he’d taken up a spot leaning on the table, rather than occupying one of the many chairs surrounding it, “he just got here, don’t freak him out or he’ll leave before you get the chance to explain anything.”

“Well, he hasn’t bolted yet so it would seem he’s at least somewhat enjoying it.” The man, Hongjoong, chuckled, then reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind Seonghwa’s ear. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, so go ahead and ask them, and I will answer every one.”

It took Seonghwa a second, but eventually he managed to find his voice and clear the remaining fog from his brain. “How am I supposed to trust anything you say to me? How can I be sure you’re telling me the truth and not just lying to get what you want?”

“Ask me a question you already know the answer to, and I will give you my answer. You can decide for yourself if it’s an honest one or not based on the information you already have.”

There was only one question Seonghwa could ask this man that he was sure he already knew the answer to, and it was perhaps the most important question he had to ask. “Are you the Demon Killer?”

Hongjoong smirked, lifting his chin with a sense of pride. “Yunho told me I’d been given that name.”

“Not by us.” Seonghwa shook his head. “By your so-called loyal followers. Random citizens worshipping a killer.”

Hongjoong nodded, considering how he felt about that, and by the looks of it he’d decided he loved it. “And your next question?”

“You did this, all of this, the crime scenes, the murders, all for me. Why?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Seonghwa just tilted his head. “Because you deserve justice, Seonghwa, your parents deserve justice.”

“And these men you’ve killed, they were all a part of the gang that murdered my parents?”

Hongjoong nodded. “They consist of the goons of a rival gang, low level thugs within their organization who were sent by their leader to kill your parents.”

“And how do you know them? My parents? I…” Seonghwa trailed off, suddenly finding the floor at his feet very interesting. “I never thought they could be involved in something like this.”

“They were.” Hongjoong confirmed. “They were a part of my parents gang for years, and were their closest friends. At times they were the only people my parents thought they could trust, and almost always the only people they could. I knew them too, when I was young, they were always good to me and my parents. They were great people, I’m very sorry you lost them.”

Seonghwa nodded and took a second to process everything. His parents were part of a gang, they were everything he believed they never could be, everything that Seonghwa worked to fight against. Hongjoong said they were good people, but were they really? Could they truly be if they were part of such a dark world?

Seonghwa then reached into his pocket and grabbed the bracelet he’d tucked in there after his shower. He held it in his palm and toward Hongjoong. “Do you know this?”

Hongjoong smiled and plucked it from his palm, turned it over a few times and admired it before returning it, and closing Seonghwa’s fingers over it. “My father gave it to your father, not long after you were born. Your mother worried that their lifestyle would one day come after you, that because of them you would be put in danger. So after he and my father spoke about their worries, he gave him this bracelet and told him that no matter what happened, my family would always be there to take care of you if they weren’t there to do it themselves. Eight points on the star, in every direction, no matter what, you are always safe.”

“My father always told me the same thing.” Seonghwa said, clenching his fist tighter around the bracelet. “But how can you say you held to that oath when I don’t even know you? I’ve never seen you in my entire life, and I’ve actually been chasing you since the first crime scene you left! You say you’ve been killing all these people for me, to get revenge for my parents and enact their justice, but in the end I… I got left behind! The eight point star didn’t apply to me!”

“You think it didn’t? Doesn’t still?” Hongjoong stepped closer, not with malice or intimidation, but in an almost comforting manner. “My parents never forgave themselves for your parents' deaths, they blamed themselves for making you an orphan, so they made sure your entire life you were taken care of. You ended up in foster care, yes, but you were the only child of your foster parents who raised you until you went to the academy, and they took very good care of you, they were well off. That’s because they weren't really foster parents or even together, they were two of my fathers closest body guards.

When my parents passed, the duty of taking care of you fell to me, and when you decided to leave your foster parents house and go to the academy, I sent my best fighter and gunman to train at the academy alongside you, Yunho. You lived with him all through the academy and even a few years after, and now that you’re a pretty accomplished fighter yourself, he lives just around the corner from you, and keeps an eye on you at the station and on missions. There has always been someone there to have your back if you ever needed it, I ensured it.”

“Why… why not just take me in themselves?” Seonghwa asked, still feeling defeated. “Why go through all that trouble to set up fake foster parents, and a fake friend turned bodyguard? Why not just bring me here to protect me?”

Hongjoong smiled, the most sincere one Seonghwa had seen on him yet. “Because my parents wanted to honour yours by not forcing you into this life. My parents wanted you to have the normal life your parents wanted you to have, and if you ended up here in the future, they wanted it to be your choice, not a forced action.”

“And is it?” He asked, barely a whisper. “Is it my choice? Because I was kind of kidnapped and forced here against my will.”

“Only because I was worried about you, and you still needed a little bit more of a push to put the last pieces together. But yes,” he nodded, “you still have a choice, you have a few choices actually.”

Seonghwa tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Hongjoong looked to Yunho where he still leaned casually on the table, watching the entire interaction intently. Yunho nodded once, which seemed to be all that Hongjoong needed, and he turned back to Seonghwa. “Come with me.”

He walked past Seonghwa and out the door, back into the lobby. Seonghwa followed him with Yunho right on his heels, but where Hongjoong began to cross the lobby, Seonghwa stopped at the same table and statue he’d been admiring earlier. Before he’d thought the statue depicted a human trying to escape the clutches of the devil holding him down, but after meeting the very Demon Killer himself, he reconsidered his previous stance. Perhaps the human and devil weren’t fighting each other, perhaps they were working together, and the devil was actually holding him up.

Then he moved once again to the flowers in the vase beside it, and a glance up had his eyes locked with Hongjoong’s who was again, watching him with such intensity it made his stomach flip.

“Mugunghwa,” Seonghwa said as his fingers ghosted over the fragile petals.

“Your mothers favourite.”

“I guess this is proof enough.” Seonghwa turned fully and faced Hongjoong, who had been closer than he thought, to the point where they were nearly nose to nose. “You knew my parents, you know this is my mothers favourite flower, you probably also know that when I visit them I take a fresh bouquet to her grave.”

“I do.”

Seonghwa scoffed. “Every move I’ve ever made has been clocked by either you or Yunho, hasn’t it?. You’ve stalked me my entire life.”

“Not stalked.” Hongjoong shook his head. “I’ve protected you your entire life.”

“I’m not sure I can call it that.”

“Maybe not yet,” Hongjoong smiled, “but I know you’ll come to see it my way eventually. Everything I’ve done, watching you, the murders, planting Yunho next to you, it’s all been in your best interest. My parents may have initially taken up the mantle of watching over you after your parents died, but when they passed that duty onto me, the second I laid eyes on you I knew nothing else in this world mattered except for you, and that still stands. It always will, even if you hate me in the end.”

Seonghwa’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t force the words out. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Hongjoong had done everything for him, that was true, but it didn’t change the fact that he was a murderer. But at the same time, a small part of him ignited at the thought that this man, this powerful, intense, beautiful man before him only had eyes for Seonghwa.

Without looking away, Hongjoong reached over to the table and plucked one of the flowers from the vase and held it between them. “Your mother loved these flowers so much that she planted a garden of them behind the mansion.” He held the flower out for Seonghwa to take. “I’ll take you there the next time you join us here.”

“Next time?”

But Seonghwa got no answer. Hongjoong so far hadn’t dared touch Seonghwa, no matter how close he’d gotten or how many times Seonghwa had seen his hand twitch toward him. Now he offered his arm, again not touching or grabbing or assuming in any way, he simply waited. Choice number one.

Seonghwa contemplated it for a moment, still unsure of the entire situation, but the pull toward Hongjoong was too much for him to fight and he took his arm.

Hongjoong lead him toward a wall between two hallways, and before Seonghwa could question him, he reached out and tilted the picture that hung there. The wall opened inward, and Hongjoong pushed it forward, pulling Seonghwa alongside him to step into the hidden hallway.

“Make sure no one tries to join us,” he turned back and said to Yunho, who nodded and plopped down in one of the luxurious and extremely comfortable looking arm chairs nearby. Then Seonghwa followed Hongjoong inside.

When the door closed behind them, thankfully the endless hallway was lit, though by very dim light bulbs hanging from wires on the ceiling. It was the complete opposite from the rest of the house, which had been so warm and welcoming, nicely decorated and extremely well kept, whereas this hidden section was gloomy, with cement walls and floors, covered in dust and cobwebs, with a smell that reminded him of an old damp basement. Once they finally reached the end there was another door, this one made of solid metal. It looked thick, like the kind of door that wasn’t meant to let just anyone in. But of course Hongjoong easily typed in the code on the pad in the centre, and it clicked open.

Stairs lead them down, deeper into the depths of the house, and when they reached the bottom Seonghwa felt that drop in his stomach again. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling above a very gruff looking man tied to a chair and gagged. He had a decent sized gash over his left eye that had trailed blood down his face, dripping off his chin. His breathing was laboured and his head hung, seemingly still unconscious from the blunt force trauma he’d received.

“What is this!?” Seonghwa’s blood turned to ice instantly and he clutched tighter to Hongjoong’s arm.

“Your chance at redemption.” He left Seonghwa and walked over to the man in the centre of the room. He grabbed his hair and tossed his head back, slapping his cheek a few times to rouse him. “Time to wake now, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to.”

The man slowly came around, and when he caught his surroundings and the cheshire grin that Hongjoong was giving him, he squirmed against his bindings.

“That’s not going to help you. Yunho does not mess up his knots.” Then he turned the man’s head toward Seonghwa, made him look him dead in the eyes, and leaned down to say right beside his ear. “This is Seonghwa, you don’t know him, but he knows you, don’t you, Seonghwa.”

The second the man in the chair locked eyes with Seonghwa he was taken back to that day years ago, hiding in the closet, watching through the slits in the door as the very man sat before him killed his father. He’d never forget his face.

Seonghwa’s jaw dropped and his held breath released slowly as he breathed, “The eighth point of the star.” He stepped forward, oddly calm. “The last of the men who broke into my house and killed my parents.”

Hongjoong smiled, more like leered, as Seonghwa continued to creep forward until he was standing against the man’s knees. “And yet another choice stands before you now.” Then Hongjoong stood and moved to stand beside Seonghwa. He reached out and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, then dropped the hand to rest against the small of his back as he leaned in to whisper, “What will you do with him?”

Seonghwa couldn’t take his eyes off the man. “He killed my parents.” He could feel the anger boiling under his skin. “He should be thrown in a jail cell for the rest of his life and forced to rot.”

Hongjoong hummed, then stepped impossibly closer and pressed his mouth against the shell of his ear, and this time asked, “That’s what you should do, but what do you want to do to him?”

The anger continued to rage within him, threatening to bubble over. “I… I want…” And then it did, and Seonghwa had no control. “I want to kill him.”

Hongjoong chuckled, the sound vibrating against Seonghwa’s ear. “Good boy.” He leaned in and dug his nose into the crook behind Seonghwa’s ear, ran his hand once up and down his back, then turned and sat in a chair along the wall. “But why not have some fun before you do that? Take your time, Seonghwa, let him know how you feel, make him feel the pain he inflicted on you the day he took your parents from you. And feel free to use any of the toys on the walls.”

Hongjoong lifted his hand and flicked a switch above his head. The walls surrounding the room were illuminated with an almost blinding light, and on every wall, from floor to ceiling, there were all kinds of weapons. Knives, ropes, guns, things Seonghwa had never seen before and didn’t think he ever wanted to know what they were used for. But he shook his head.

“I don’t need any of those.”

Even though Seonghwa couldn’t see it, Hongjoong smiled behind him, crossed his legs, and sat back in his chair with his eyes ever fixed on Seonghwa.

Seonghwa stared at the man in the chair, and for the first time broke eye contact when he lifted the flower in his hand to his face. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet calming scents of the flower and let the memories of his mother flood his mind. “These flowers were my mothers favourite. The night you broke into my house and killed my parents there was a vase of them by the front door. She’d picked them that day, there was a field near our house that was rampant with them. We would go there together, every week, and I’d pick the best flowers with the biggest petals and she’d cut them for me. Then we’d walk home and put them in the crystal vase my father got her for her birthday.” He lifted his eyes to lock with the man’s again and lowered the flower. “When the police finally came and took me out of the house, I stepped over the broken glass from the shattered vase. The flowers had been destroyed, petals ripped and trampled beneath the feet of you and the other men who ruined my life that night.” He let the flower fall into the man’s lap, and though the man’s eyes flicked to the flower, Seonghwa’s didn’t shift. “Do you remember them?”

The man growled and gurgled around his gag, Seonghwa reached out and roughly yanked it down.

“Do you remember my parents?”

“I remember everyone.”

Seonghwa nodded, then asked another question. “Who told you to kill them?”

“No one-”

“Don’t lie to me.” He stopped him, then repeated the question, “Who ordered you to kill my parents?”

“No one. I decided to kill them all on my own. And it was the most fun I’d had in years. Listening to their screams, hearing them beg, if I’d have known you were there I would have killed you too-”

Seonghwa stopped him again, this time with the back of his hand across his face. “Hongjoong’s right. I’m going to take my time with you, and make sure you feel all of my pain.”

“Bring it on-”

This time Seonghwa punched the man with every ounce of force he had in his body. Then he hit him again, and again, and again and didn’t stop, and there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to. The last thing he heard was Hongjoong’s low chuckles in the background of his mind before he let the rage take over.

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Seonghwa swung his arm with the last dregs of strength he had left and slammed his fist into the man’s face. The front of his shirt was covered in splattered blood, the top three buttons had fallen open, his tie was askew and barely hanging on. His knuckles were bruised from the endless torrent he’d imposed upon his parents' killer, the man was barely alive at this point but Seonghwa didn’t care. He was out of breath and completely exhausted, to the point where his entire body felt numb and heavy, but he still leaned in, and with a heavy grunt hit the man one last time.

Hongjoong stood from the chair behind him where he’d watched the entire session and walked over. He rested his hand on Seonghwa’s back, urging him to take a step away as he wedged himself between them. Hongjoong grabbed the man’s hair as he had before and wrenched his head back. There was blood covering every inch of his face, his eyes were swollen along with his lips, bruises had already started to form. Seonghwa could barely recognize him now.

Hongjoong leaned in and said to the man. “One more chance to answer his question. Who ordered you to kill his parents?”

The man laughed, and when he looked up at Hongjoong, he growled and spit, “Fuck you!”

Hongjoong simply let his head fall from his grasp and wiped the blood from his cheek as he walked to one of the walls lined with guns. He plucked one from the middle, one that Seonghwa had been eying from the moment the walls had been illuminated. It was a Colt pistol, encased completely in gold with black engravings encompassing it. On the grip was the eight point star, perfectly symmetrical and strong in its lines, and on the barrel was flowers, Mugunghwa flowers. He’d been drawn to it the very moment he laid eyes on its beauty.

Hongjoong walked back, this time to stand behind Seonghwa. He wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled the hem of his shirt free from his pants. Seonghwa’s skin instantly burned when Hongjoong’s hand found its way underneath and started roaming, exploring every inch of Seonghwa he could reach beneath his shirt. Seonghwa leaned back into his touch, tilting his head to rest against Hongjoong’s shoulder as he arched into his hand, and Hongjoong took the invitation to turn into him and let his lips traverse his neck.

“Your next choice.” Hongjoong moved his lips to Seonghwa’s ear, whispering in a tone that had his entire body wracked with shivers. Then Seonghwa felt something pressed into his hand, cold against his skin, but a perfect fit.

Hongjoong lifted his arm, helped Seonghwa point the gun at the man’s forehead. “What will you do, Seonghwa? Will you let this man, this scum who murdered your parents and stole your childhood, live? Or will you pull the trigger and get your revenge?”

“He should die for what he did, but I…”

“If you want him to die, but can’t pull the trigger yourself.” Hongjoong leaned in, pressed a soft kiss on Seonghwa’s neck, his actions contradictory of what he was suggesting. “Then you can turn into me and I will do it for you. Otherwise I will not leave your side if you choose to do it yourself.”

Seonghwa stared at the man, barely clinging to life, a deed done by his own hands. The evidence was all over him, his bloodied shirt, his bruised knuckles, his laboured breathing, and now the gun in his hands. He should’ve stopped himself but he couldn’t find the fight in him to do so. All he could see was what this man did, the memory of watching this man kill his father, then sitting in the closet with his fathers dead body in front of him for hours before someone found him. It all played over and over again in his mind no matter how hard Seonghwa tried to will it away. Seonghwa pulled the trigger. He steeled himself, gripped tighter on the gun, tensed his arm and fired. The man’s head fell forward the second the sound hit Seonghwa’s ears and it was over. The man who killed his father was dead, the others who’d helped him were long in the ground, and this hellish nightmare with the Demon Killer had finally ended.

Seonghwa sighed and dropped his arm, letting the gun hang limply at his side. He ran his free hand over his face, rubbed his eyes free of their haze, and when he opened them again he looked upon the scene with a different view, a darker one that made his body shake from more than exhaustion.

“I killed someone,” he whispered, his eyes wide and fixed on the slumped man in the chair, the fresh gunshot wound staring him right in the face, “I… I killed someone…”

Hongjoong could feel the tremor beneath his hands, could hear the sudden change in his voice, and he knew Seonghwa was ready to spiral. “You didn’t just kill anyone, Seonghwa, you killed the man responsible for your fathers death.” Hongjoong tried to soothe him, moving both of his hands to his hips to rub circles into his skin. “Did it not feel good to avenge him? Do you not feel relief knowing he’s paid for what he’s done?”

“I do, it… it does,” Seonghwa answered, then turned to face Hongjoong and whispered, “but that’s what terrifies me.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “You did the right thing.”

Seonghwa’s face suddenly drained of all its colour. His breathing picked up and became ragged. He chanted over and over again the words, “I killed someone,”, and despite Hongjoong’s comforting hands on him and his endless soothing words, it was no use.

Hongjoong caught him the second his legs gave out and he passed out in his arms. He cradled him against his chest for a moment, admiring his perfect angelic features, and ran a hand across his sweat slicked forehead, pushing back the hair caught there. He heard the door upstairs creak open and lifted Seonghwa into his arms, never taking his eyes off him.

“You left the sound proof door open, which I’m assuming was done on purpose.” Hongjoong said nothing, confirming Yunho's theory. “Heard the shot, figured that was my cue to come down. Is he okay?” He nodded his head toward Seonghwa.

“He’ll be alright.” Hongjoong smiled down at him, then turned and passed him to Yunho. “Take him home and let him rest. Once he wakes, inform him of the offer we discussed. Do not leave him.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll keep watch over him, as I always have.”

“Thank you, Yunho.”

Hongjoong couldn’t take his eyes off Seonghwa, frankly he wasn’t sure how he’d been able to stay hidden from him all these years. He was perfect, Hongjoong had always thought so, and he’d give anything to have him stay right by his side and never leave. But now was not the time, not yet.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Seonghwa’s forehead. “Go, I’ll clean up this mess.”

Hongjoong watched Yunho carry Seonghwa up the stairs until he couldn’t see them anymore, then he turned to the mess in question. It wasn’t the worst scene he’d had to dispose of. He shuffled forward and sighed as he rolled up his sleeves, watching as deep crimson dripped from the man’s fresh head wound and onto the petals of the Mugunghwa flower still on his lap.

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backstabbersblog · 3 years ago

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Was Loving Him My Punishment?

Summary: Season 2 Episode 8 Finale of Euphoria

(I changed it a little bit because honestly didn’t like the finale)

I hope you guys enjoy it, this is my first Tumblr post I ever written.

Enjoy!

Shit. Where was I? Those bright white lights burning through my eye sockets. I close my eyes again. I heard a familiar voice screaming my name. “Reese! baby, baby it’s okay, baby please wake up!” It was Fezco. What the fuck is going on?

“Sir I'm gonna need you to take a step back” One of the nurses kept pushing Fez away from me.

“Nah you don’t understand that’s my wife” Fezco said pleading with the nurse.

“The doctor’s taking her to surgery right now, we’ll let you know what happens next”.

5 hours earlier

Tonight was Lexi’s play. We had promised to go, I mean I wouldn’t miss it, Lexi’s my best friend. And besides I was fucking excited, I wanted to see her expose Cassie and the rest of Euphoria high. I was getting ready to put on my white dress, when I looked over at the trash bin, the pregnancy test sticking out. Positive. It was like I was memorizing it. I haven’t told Fez, I mean I haven’t had the chance to because Custer kept ruining the moment. “it’s about Mouse” he said. I decided I should tell him after the play. I mean he deserved to know, he was the father of my child. I quickly covered it.

“Wow babe, you look so good” I said as I finished putting on some blush.

“You don’t look bad yourself ma” Fezco said kissing my cheek.

“Alright Reeses Pieces, I need your opinion, Tie or No Tie?”

“Mmm I think you would look really good with no tie”.

“Yeah Faye said the same thing. Alright fuck this shit, you almost ready?”

“Yeah just give me a minute” I said putting on my lipstick.

“Okay I'm done! Hurry up Fezco we’re gonna be late, I promised Lexi I'd be the first one there”.

“Babe, you do realize we’re like an hour early right?”

“Doesn’t matter I want front row seats”.

“Alright, alright I'm coming hold up” Fez said laughing while putting on his jacket.

I didn’t realize it would be the last name I’d face normalcy again with Fezco, with Ash, even with Faye. I never thought I’d end up losing myself, my relationship, my happiness until tonight.

“A’ight we finna head out” Fez said grabbing the card and flowers we got for Lexi.

“Wait, you’re uh leaving?” Custer said facing us.

“Yeah, we’re gonna be late Fez” I said to Custer annoyingly.

Suddenly it got too quiet. I looked over at Faye who was sipping her water in silence. She kept looking at Custer.

‘‘Yeah before you go bro, I really gotta talk to you about something”

“Like what man?”

“Everything”.

“The fuck is you talking about bruh?”

“Bro, the fucking cops found Mouse’s body”.

Suddenly after what it felt like an eternity of silence, glass shattered.

We all turned to face Faye.

“Sorry” She said as she kneeled down. As I looked down at the ground, Faye mentioned for me to come down with her.

“Be quiet, their listening”

I nodded.

“Babe, do you mind helping me with my dress, I think my zipper is stuck”

“Give me a minute babe”

“No, because this zipper is stuck and it’s bothering me”

Fezco groaned.

I turned to face him.

“Whatever you do, don’t say anything” I whispered as a kissed his cheek.

“Thanks babe”.

“Didn’t you say Laurie killed Mouse?” Faye said getting closer to Custer.

“What the fuck no I didn't”

“You know Laurie and those drug people scare me Custer”

“Shut the fuck up Faye”

Suddenly Ash crept over to Custer holding the knife he hid in his sleeve. Without warning, he stuck the knife through Custer’s throat.

“No!” Fez yelled at Ash.

I just stood there watching in horror. Fez told me to keep quiet. I went over to Ash and I just held him.

“Fez” I said tearing up.

He went over to Ash. He slapped him.

“Fez!”

“Alright I need you to get the fuck outta this house Reese I ain’t playin”

“What? No! I’m not leaving!”

“That wasn’t a fucking question Sharise! I need you to take fucking Ash and get the fuck outta this house now before these motherfuckers show up!”

“Fez” I said crying.

He gave me a kiss on the lips. Before I could make it, a whole entire SWAT team came crashing through the door like one big fucking tornado.

“Everyone get down on the ground now!”

“Ash no!” I said holding him back. He grabbed a gun and starting shooting.

Suddenly it got quiet. I felt something sharp in my stomach. I felt insane pain on my left side of my stomach. I went to look down, there was a pool of blood pooling around me. I went to touch my stomach. All I felt was warm slimy blood covering my hands. I looked over at Fez, who was terrified as well. Suddenly I felt my body hit the ground.

“No, no, no, no” Fez came running toward me.

“Baby look at me, baby please”

I couldn’t, I was in shock. I kept thinking, what did I do to deserve this? Was god punishing me for choosing to love this man over anybody else? I felt my eyes getting heavy. All I kept hearing were muffles of sounds.

“Baby it’s okay, baby see it’s just blood, baby please wake up, I can’t do this without you please!” Fez said sobbing.

God. Please don’t take away my baby, please. Please don’t punish me by taking our baby away.

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peakywitch · 3 years ago

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Old Chapters - Michael Gray

A/N: Season 6 spoilers AND PURE PURE PURE MICHAEL ANGST, quite the harsh vocabulary, mentions of a hypothetic abusive partner (there's no violence towards anyone!), almost a love triangle, michael x reader & tommy x reader, harshness level season 6! If you dont understand the story, don't worry neither do i lmaoo anyways enjoy xx

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The bell on the door rang, snitching on whoever got into the bookstore. Maybe it was Adam, who couldn’t take a no for an answer and came today to bother, yet again. But the guards that watched over the shop had strict rules from Tommy himself to not let him anyway near the door. Y/N listened carefully, trying to decipher the noise, if the intruder did any. She was kneeling down, and the stranger interrupted her while she was doing some stock review. Slowly, the small notepad that was in her hand was placed on the floor, and this helped her to find balance with the shelf in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” she said a few seconds after not hearing anything, “we’re already closed, we close at six, please come back tomorrow!”

She heard nothing in return, so maybe it was Tommy. But even the man announced himself every time. She waited a few more seconds but still, no noise. Not even Adam tumbling around and making books fly down. This silence was more dreadful than the Welsh curses that came from her suitor.

With a trembling hand, Y/N found reassurance when she hid the small gun in the pocket of her long, brown skirt. Before leaving the room she took a deep breath, trying to force a steady, undoubtful grip if needed. But, when she entered the main salon, a man was looking through pages of a book that had been bought more often than any other. But it wasn’t just any man.

It was Michael.

He was just standing there as if he owned the place and was doing some stock research.

“Hello, Y/N.” his low voice vibrated through her whole body, “long time no see.”

Indeed, long time no see.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. There was no possible answer, there was no need for a warm welcome. He didn’t deserve the Welcome back to Birmingham Michael! nor did he deserve her tears. Yet, she couldn't control those.

“You own this place now?” He asked, and for the first time in years, she saw his eyes, again. The last time she had seen him, it was at Polly’s funeral. His eyes expressed many more things than he had ever expressed. But now, he looked shallow, bored to death and stuck in limbo.

“Only one thing has changed in the last few years, and it’s something I thought you’d never lose. Your way with words.” He closed the book softly and left it in its original place. Now, all of his attention was directed to her.

“I ran out of words that morning, Michael. I don’t have anything else to say to you. Not that you would care, or that they would matter.”

When Michael left for Boston, it was a Thursday morning. She found out after she spent the night at Polly’s because of a fight the afternoon before. She was in Tommy’s office, and the leather couch was acting as a safety net because after he left without her she found herself spiralling out of control in her anxiousness. In the shatters of her heart, now scattered all over the place. Tommy took matters into his own hands when he found out that his cousin didn’t have the courtesy to tell his girlfriend that he was leaving. Without her.

Michael cleared his throat.

“I’m not here to talk about the past-” he took both of his gloves off, and the shinny wedding band that was hiding under the leather twisted a knife that she thought was long lost.

“There’s no past to talk about.” She muttered, trying to sound confident. He stared at her while taking off his hat. Those same, deep blue eyes always gave him a smug look, yet a kind one. His hair was smoothly brushed, and there wasn't a strand out of place. He was looking as if he had a nice life.

“I’ll be quick, and I’ll be blunt, too. Tommy wants me dead-” His voice sounded loud and clear, he obviously developed confidence out of nowhere.

“That much I know.” Y/N voiced out with a bit of sarcasm and Michael raised his eyebrows, surprised at her newfound tone and continued.

“And I, also, want him dead. But not just because I want to live enough to see my and Gina’s son grow up, but also because I want him to pay for what he did to my mum.”

My and Gina's son.

Lawrence Gray.

She saw the boy once, in a picture that was published in the papers in an article about Gina’s uncle, Jack, opening a new hospital for children and using his nephew and media bait. Blonde hair, and Michael’s face. There was no denying it. That’s what hurt the most. Because if the baby looked a bit more like Gina, she could have brushed it off. Maybe think of her as a whore. But it wasn’t the case. Same soft nose, long lips and that smile she had once seen in him, as he was a boy in the village.

The village.

That haunted, forsaken place that they wanted to leave way behind. That place that they left behind, together. Only for her to be left behind next.

“I want you to help me to take him down, Y/N. I can’t do it without you.” Y/N snorted out a laugh, he couldn’t be serious! He had to be joking!

“Oh my God, I think you should ease it with the snow, Michael.” she laughed out, but he remained unmovable in his place. He wasn’t joking.

“He trusts you, Y/N. And this is not for me-” his voice started to raise, letting her know that he took her laughter as an offence.

“Everything is always because and for you, Michael!” She fought back.

“This is for my mum!” he yelled. And Y/N stood in her place. The only time that she heard him yell, was the day of the fight, she would be lying if she said Michael was a verbally abusive partner. Maybe a dickhead, an idiot and sometimes a fucking twat. But he never abused her, in any way. Which made Y/N hate him more because if he was as nasty and as easy to hate as Adam, she wouldn't have had a tough time getting over him.

She stayed there, petrified in front of him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Fuck you, Michael Gray. Let me hate you.

“I want you to help me. And then, I will help you to keep the bookstore, or I can help you move out of Birmingham. I just… I need to trust someone inside.” He was trying his best to look… sensitive. To provoke something.

Y/N stared at him, not believing what he had just said. He became a stupider man.

“Gina sucked the intelligence out of you, Michael?” She laughed in disbelief.

Michael looked away. His ex-girlfriend talking about his wife and- yeah, she still had her thing with words.

“You actually want me to join you because you want to see how I'll stick with Tommy and want to convince yourself that you were right, that I would have eventually betrayed you. Or left you for Tommy or some shit like that. But guess what? I am not taking sides here-”

“There’ll be a day where you will need to choose a side.”

He sounded like a holy man, talking about judgement day. It made her crawl in her own skin.

“Jesus, Michael, who do you think I will choose? The man that left me and married someone else without notice? Or the man that took a chance on me and is now helping me? Do you want me to choose if the day comes? Fine, I will. But just know Michael, I would never betray you.” he smiled, “but then again, I will never betray Thomas. Because, unlike you, he never betrayed me, or my trust.”

“He betrayed me, and my mother!”

“You failed him first! You set him up, you sold him to Changretta, Michael! The man that killed John and almost killed you! And then, you betrayed me, I was your girlfriend! You told me you loved me!”

“Oh, come on! We were both barely 20, what did we know about love, ey!?” There it is, there it fucking is. A reason to hate him. “I heard you say that you loved me, night after night! And then, you just evaporated, and he was the one that told me, he was the one that helped me move out so I wouldn’t have to be the one to take everything out of your house, Michael! I was distraught!”

“I was young, Y/N!” he stated, trying to defend his reckless actions.

“I was younger, Michael! Three, almost four years younger! Fuck! But I always had at least a bit of human decency in m’self! I would have never, ever done something to you that would hurt you in the very least! And guess what? Age is not an indication of emotional responsibility, my son is ten times more considerate than you, and he is three years old!”

The sentence ripped apart her throat and her heart. Months of anger, nights of tears and mornings of dread. His ghost danced around the house for months on every sleepless night. Michael stood there, frozen, and she kept on speaking, allowing the words she only dreamed of saying to come out.

“So guess what? I will stand by the man that never betrayed me. You just want to see me sell you out, because you know I would if you ever told me about your plan of killing Thomas. Because he’s the only one left that I have, and I would sell you out if that meant I got to keep him. You wanted to see if you could trust me? Well, guess what? You can’t! You fucking can’t! Just like I will never, ever trust in you again!”

He laughed bitterly, and putting on his hat again, he spoke grimly.

“I always knew you’d betray me in the end.”

“No, you got this wrong. I will never betray the man that I love. Neither the man that I once loved. And.. not only did I love you, Michael. I adored you. Shit, I would have left for America with you! But… but now I’m so glad I never did. I have a loyal man by my side who cares for me and our kid. And I have barely any time to think of you and how you broke my heart. So go ahead. Go ahead and try to make me betray my husband, Michael. Because if you ever get a bullet in that fucked up brain of yours, it will be because of me. Don’t try my limits, because I am not the same stupid and disposable girl you once knew.”

The shallow and gloomy facade he once had, was now long gone. Even though he was the one to force her to move on, he was shameless enough to believe she actually would move on.

“So…” he said, putting on his gloves, “you have a son?” Was this some attempt to guilt-trip her?

“Yes, James. Causes more trouble than I ever did. But then again, it’s the Shelby blood, they were also quite the thing.” She smiled for the first time she had seen him that day. A small, shy and sad smile. Michael's eyes roamed her entire body, and smiled, after noticing one small detail.

“That they are.”

They stayed in silence looking everywhere but at each other. The books, the shelves, the chandelier, and the small cat sleeping in the staircase that everyone seemed to love. Without a word, Michael walked to the door and Y/N followed carefully every step. He placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door after twisting it softly. The cold, winter air filled the shop.

“I’m happy you have James now. But you also forgot three small details. You’re not wearing a wedding band, nor is your finger shaped to its form, I doubt Tommy would allow that. You also forget that we both, too, were quite a handful. And the last one, you were never a good liar. Goodbye, Y/N.”

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alphinias · 2 years ago

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Sorry. It needs to be said: People getting mad at every little thing a cast member says is honestly lame! I think people generally read way too much into things and it's getting to a point of overbearing. Like the way someone says something..if they pause, or a look someone gives that I don't think means what they assume after watching it. Like my feeling about Rudy & Madison is that Rudy has always seen the potential of Jiara & felt the weight that storyline has for his character, but plays it coy to not give anything away (I'm saying this like it has always been that way; this is not something that's changed in the way he's talked about them). Like do people want to be spoiled (And all the way back from Season 1?!) And idk Madison has always seemed more uncomfortable talking abt it to me but seemingly more open in addressing it, oddly (confirmed: EW interview-she says she wasnt as on board in the beginning; tho I think her feeling has always just been more so abt putting more focus on her character as an individual & not losing that). But really who cares how they personally feel about a ship on screen; it doesn't seem to have affected the chemistry, and it's not really normal for an actor to be OVERJOYED abt a ship in the way a fan is going to be--it's just different for them playing the character. This is NOT directed at you: just saying from the things I've seen.

I mean I definitely have thoughts about it, some similar to yours and some a little different, but agree people always without fail over analyze and skew negative on cast interviews. Not just for this fandom; for all fandoms. It’s been this way since I was in the stydia fandom and it’s just one of those things you have to cope with however you’re going to personally cope with it. Personally I just don’t have the emotional capacity right now to get upset over little things the cast says and in some ways they can never win with everyone. But I will say as a Bellarke shipper nothing Madison or Rudy have ever said in interviews has remotely offended me. I’ve usually got a skin of stone lmao. And they are always professional and polite when they are asked about it, which I appreciate. You’re right, they are never going to ship the way we ship and that’s fine. And I think it’s important to remember at the end of the day that they are only human. They’ve been trained for press, but everyone has stuck their foot in their mouth a little at some point. We all have some shit we lay awake for hours stressing over because we said it a certain way.

If someone comes into my inbox complaining a little though, I usually just try to give them the benefit of the doubt (unless it goes on and on. I’m not going to say the same thing over and over again because I don’t have the energy) because I think we’re all about two degrees away from having a stroke right now with the show so close. For some people it’s probably their first fandom experience so things bother them more, and for some people they’ve probably had a bad time in their last fandom and may be hypersensitive. It is what it is.

At the end of the day the only thing that really matters is what we get delivered to our screens, and so far I see nothing saying it’s not going to be amazing.

#obx cast #jiara #ask

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

#you say athena mc is smart #i say athena mc is spy #because where better to use your smarts #in war #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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soft--dragon · 4 years ago

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Tail Troubles

This is based around a headcannon I discussed with some friends on discord! Finally got around to doing it ^^ Hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 4,825

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

The life of a hybrid wasn’t easy. It had its ups and downs, instincts to follow, mannerisms to learn and upkeep. For Philza, it was preening his wings and keeping his feathers clean and straight. Techno, being part pig, meant he had to cut his hooves back a bit to prevent overgrowth. Wilbur, being Phil’s son, needed to preen his wings as well, the luscious feathers didn’t stay perfect without his help. Tommy was a raccoon hybrid, and with having a fluffy tail, one would think the boy would keep it brushed and in peak condition, not wanting to let the fur get dirty and matted.

Nope.

Tommy refused to touch his tail for reasons unbeknownst to the rest of the family. They used to do it for him when he was young but he grew up independent and didn't let them touch it past age five.

Any time Tommy brushed his hair, Phil would innocently ask him to do his tail at the same time and Tommy would just about throw the damn hairbrush across the room. Wilbur had offered to brush it for him but Tommy hissed at him and wouldn’t be in the same room as his brother for a whole day. Techno made one comment on the dirt stuck in the fur and Tommy flushed with a growl that really wasn’t that intimidating.

It was when Tommy once came home from hanging out with Tubbo and Ranboo, his tail thick with leaves, sticks, flowers and residue water, that Phil put his foot down.

Tommy was changing into more comfortable clothes in his room when he heard his dad call through the house.

“Tommy! Come here please!”

The request made the boy’s ears flick up with a confused noise. It wasn’t his night to help with cooking...was it? He’d done his chores before leaving the house to hang out with his friends, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Or at least he thinks he didn’t. Shrugging he pokes his tail through the back of his hoodie and hops down the staircase to the lounge. He poked his head through to the living room, his bright eyes on the man who was sitting on the couch. “Yeah Dad?”

Phil’s eyes were on his tail, a mix of concerned and mildly hidden dismay. “Your tail” Phil stated, “Tommy, this has got to stop, your fur is a mess.”

Tommy’s ears immediately flattened to his head with an indignant huff. “It’s fine Dad” he grumbled, very much aware that it wasn’t, but he refused to let himself care.

“It really isn't” Phil disagreed firmly.

“It’s my tail, let me look after it how I want to” Tommy growled, crossing his arms tightly.

Phil gave him an unimpressed look. “Tommy.”

Uh oh. The Dad Voice was out. Tommy refused to crumble though, squaring his shoulders and glaring at his father defiantly. “I’m not brushing my tail.”

Phil raised a singular eyebrow. “You really want to do this Toms?”

Tommy's tail subconsciously flicked nervously, ears starting to fold back without his permission. He put on a brave face and shook his head. “I’m not brushing it” he stated again.

Phil sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes. “Wil?”

Arms wrapped around Tommy’s middle and hoisted him into the air, the boy screeching in alarm and gripping onto the sturdy limbs holding him captive. “FUCK! WHAT?!” He swung his head around to see Wilbur’s wide grin, fangs bared and all.

“Where do you want him?” He asked Phil, re-adjusting his grip when Tommy started fighting tooth and nail for freedom.

Phil jabbed his thumb to the couch with a small smile. “Keep him there for now, I need to go grab a brush.”

Tommy squeaked at Phil’s words, scrabbling at Wilbur’s unrelenting hold. “Nononono! No this is against my rights! I’ll call the police! I swear to god I will!”

“And I call bullshit” Wilbur snorted, carrying Tommy to the couch and dropping him onto it before promptly sitting on his younger brother.

“Wilbur! Get the fuck off me!” Tommy shrieked, throwing his arms back in hopes of hitting Wilbur but only getting his wrists held in a gentle, but firm grip.

“Settle you feral gremlin” he chuckled. “We’re just brushing your tail, no need to go apeshit.”

“I don’t want you to! Let me up!”

“No.”

There was a sudden series of distressed chitters making Wilbur look down at his younger brother in surprise.

“Wilbur, please” Tommy begged, his ears pinned back to his blonde hair, his shoulders drawn up close.

Wilbur's eyes widened at the desperate, genuine plea. Tommy was staring up at him with wide blue eyes, his face pinched in an odd mix of nerves and fear, his tail tucked protectively against his side. Wilbur immediately recognized the defensive action and let go of his wrists, sliding off the couch to kneel beside Tommy. The boy immediately curled into a ball, his tail covering his face and his hands gripping the fluffy thing tightly.

“Toms?”

Tommy shook his head, a soft whine pulling from his throat, refusing to look at Wilbur. He stared, confused and worried in stunned silence. He barely heard Phil return but quickly pressed a finger to his lips when Phil began to speak. He held his father’s gaze for a moment, flicking his eyes between Tommy and his dad. Phil gave a slow nod, putting the brush on the table and sitting on the couch, close, but not touching his youngest son.

“Toms?” He asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

Tommy’s ears pricked at his father’s voice but quickly dipped again. He clenched his tail in his hands, the dirty appendage dropping little bits of the forest into the cushions. Phil couldn’t care less though, his boy was upset and cleaning could wait.

Wilbur hesitantly reached out brushing his fingertips over the tops of Tommy’s ears, pleased when they immediately perked at the feeling. “What’s going on sunshine?” Wilbur murmured softly, gently stroking the fluffy things.

The tip of Tommy’s tail wagged from the gentle motions and he made a low sound. “You’d think it’s dumb…” Tommy’s voice whispered from behind his tail.

“Never” Phil rested a hand on Tommy’s leg, rubbing his calf gently in a reassuring way. “Nothing you feel is invalid Toms, we’re listening.”

He briefly caught a glimpse of Tommy’s bright eyes glancing at him before being hidden behind his tail again. It was quiet for a moment before his voice muttered, “I...I don’t…” Tommy sighed, letting go of his tail to press his fists into his eyes. “It hurts…”

Wilbur glanced at Phil then gently rubbed the edge of Tommy’s ear, smiling a little at the quiet chitter he got in response. “Your tail?” He asked softly.

Tommy nodded. “I left it too long...it got matted…”

Phil hummed in understanding, “And now it hurts to brush?”

Tommy nodded again, leaning into Wilbur’s hand. “I didn’t want to bother you guys...I try to do things on my own because I’m getting older but…”

Phil gave a low, comforting sound. “It’s okay to ask for help Tommy, especially with your hybrid traits, we’re family yeah? We’re meant to help each other.”

Tommy lifted his head a little to look at his dad, a wary look in his eyes but it was quickly dashed at the reassuring smile sent his way. He uncurled himself, now fully pressing his head into Wilbur’s hand, chittering softly at the soft scratching around the base. He let himself melt into the affection before glancing at his brother and sighed. “We still gotta brush it huh?”

Wilbur nodded, cupping his cheek and stroking his thumb over his cheek gently. “Yeah, gonna have to sunshine.”

Tommy smiled at the nickname but his eyes had dropped to the carpet. “Okay…”

“Hey,” Wilbur gently tilted his head up to meet his gaze. “You want me to hug you as Phil brushes it? Would that help?”

Tommy bit his lip, his tiny fangs just sticking out from the action. After a moment of consideration he nodded, stretching his arms out to his older brother. Wilbur immediately scooped him up, holding him close as he sat cross legged on the couch, Tommy pressed close and wrapped around him.

Phil shuffled a little closer. “I’ll just clean out the sticks and leaves, okay Toms?” He said gently.

Tommy nodded, head over Wilbur’s shoulder and holding the back of his soft yellow jumper. Wilbur felt the tightness of the grip and gently rubbed his ear again.

“He’ll be careful Toms,” he promised, “he’s not gonna hurt you.”

Tommy buried his face into his shoulder with another small nod, biting back a nervous whine as he felt Phil’s hands gently hold his tail to keep it still, picking at the mess within the fur. It was unbearably quiet as Phil worked, Wilbur’s hug only helping his anxiety somewhat.

“Wilby?” Tommy murmured.

“Yeah sunshine?”

Tommy hugged his older brother shyly, the nickname always made him soft. “Could...could you sing please?”

Wilbur smiled, kissing the side of his head fondly. “Of course.”

Wilbur’s warm, velvety voice made Tommy melt further into him, eyes slipping closed and content to just listen to the comforting tones, and soon enough, purrs started to emit from his throat. Wilbur gently rubbed over Tommy’s back, trying to help relax his little brother as much as possible. He had once left his wings for too long and had to get Phil to help preen the feathers, the pain was tolerable, he couldn’t imagine how bad having matted fur would be. It seemed his singing was doing enough as it was though, Tommy had relaxed into him, his head resting against his brothers and letting out a stream of gentle purring.

After a few minutes of Wilbur’s quiet singing and Phil gently removing bits from his tail, Tommy was almost asleep, he hadn’t let anyone touch his tail in a long time, he had almost forgotten the other reason why...

“Toms?” Phil murmured suddenly.

Tommy let out a small grumble, shaky with his rumbles, not lifting his head from Wilbur’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna start brushing your tail okay?”

Tommy’s purrs cut out immediately, his whole body tensing up in Wilbur’s arms and Wilbur cooed sympathetically. “It’ll be okay Tommy, he won’t hurt you.”

Tommy knew that, of course he knew that, but he still pressed his face into the crook of Wilbur’s neck and the man was surprised at how warm the kid’s face felt. “You good?”

Tommy nodded but refused to make a sound. Wilbur shared a worried look with Phil and mouthed “Be gentle.”

Phil made a soft noise of agreement, picking up the brush and resting it on the base of Tommy’s tail. The boy flinched, shoulders jumping up to his ears and letting out a small gasp.

“It’s okay Toms,” Wilbur promised, carding a hand through his hair and nudging his head gently. “It’s okay.”

Phil had softened his brushing so it just went through the top fur, easily untangling any small tufts that had stuck together. He kept a rhythmic pattern, going from the base to halfway, leaving the end of the fluffy appendage for later as it was the most knotted. He kept a gentle hold on the boy’s tail, even when it started twitching from the brushing.

He was jolted from carefully watching Tommy’s tail when he heard a muffled sound, glancing up to where Tommy’s shoulders were bouncing and his face was pressed firmly into Wilbur’s shoulder. Wilbur’s eyes were locked to his baby brother, he looked stricken and wild with worry.

“Dad- Dad stop, I think he’s crying” Wilbur quickly smacked away the brush, his wings fluffing up protectively around Tommy.

Phil immediately ceased, dropping the brush and worriedly watching as Wilbur tried to coax Tommy to look at him.

“Tommy, sunshine, hey, can you look at me, Toms?” Wilbur gently slid his hand underneath Tommy’s jaw, gently tilting his head up to catch his gaze.

To his surprise, Tommy had a wide smile on his face and a pink tinge dusted his cheeks and nose, his eyes were shy and nervous, his gaze flicking from Wilbur to the couch.

“Tommy?” Wilbur murmured in confusion. “Wha- you’re smiling? I thought you were in pain…?”

Tommy would’ve hidden his face back into Wilbur’s shoulder had his brother not been holding his cheek, keeping him still. He brought a hand from clutching Wilbur’s sweater to bring it up to his warm face, covering his eyes with a small, shaky sigh. “I-I’m...it’s fine…” he muttered quietly.

“Fine-? Tommy it sounded like you were crying-”

“I said it’s fine Wil” Tommy’s tail unintentionally lashed on instinct, managing to drag over the brush still sitting on the cushions. He squeaked loudly, bringing his tail close to himself faster than you could blink, holding it firmly in his hands. It was eerily silent for a few moments before Phil chuckled softly.

“Ah, now I remember.”

Tommy’s ears pricked up at the tone, biting his lip to stop any more noises from coming out. Wilbur tilted his head to Phil with a raised brow, still holding Tommy protectively. Phil’s eyes were fond and gentle, a familiar twinkle behind the green irises.

"You've got a ticklish tail Toms, you always have, it slipped my mind."

Tommy immediately pressed his face into Wilbur's shoulder, muffled noises slipping out as he tried to protest. Wilbur let out a gasp, eyes lighting up in realization as he hugged Tommy close.

"Oh my gosh, is that why you never let us brush it again when you were younger? Your tail was too ticklish?"

Tommy smacked Wilbur's back and growled but it was whiny and not at all angry. Wilbur awed loudly, gently ruffling his hair and squeezing him tightly.

“You’re actually the worst, piss off, die-” Tommy grumbled, his voice muffled.

If anything, Wilbur only softened more at his ramblings. “Awww bubs, you’re like an angry kitten-!"

Tommy whined loudly. “Daaaaad! Will’s bullying meeeee!”

Phil laughed, stretching his wing around to lightly hit the side of Wilbur’s head, “Ease up Songbird, you’re gonna make him combust.”

Wilbur grinned but stopped messing up Tommy’s hair to simply rest his hand in the golden curls. Tommy was still grumbling under his breath but he was relaxing into the touch, never being able to stay mad at his big brother for long. Phil smiled at his youngest then reached a wing over again to Tommy, resting it on his back to gain his attention.

“Toms, can I continue?” Phil asked softly. “We can take breaks in between if it gets a little much.”

Tommy turned his head marginally to look at his father then pressed his face further into Wilbur to hide, his ears pressed to his head in embarrassment as he gave a shy nod. Phil drew his wing back, allowing Wilbur to return rubbing his shoulders and spine soothingly. Phil gently took Tommy's tail back into his hands, huffing a small laugh at the squeak Tommy gave at his touch.

“Tommy,” Phil said, picking up the brush, “if you need a break say red, m’kay?”

Tommy giggled quietly and nodded again, gripping onto Wilbur’s jersey. Wilbur cooed fondly, kissing the side of his head again and smiling at Phil. The blonde returned it, settling the brush back on Tommy’s tail and combing the bristles through it. Tommy didn’t even last a second before breaking into a fit of breathy giggles.

“Awwww!”

Tommy’s cheeks flushed pink at his brother’s coo. “Shuhush!”

Wilbur only cooed more, "I can't believe I forgot about this, your laughter was so cute whenever we brushed it!"

Tommy would've shot back a snarky remark, but it was caught in his throat as a new bout of giggles escaped him. His shoulders bounced in his mirth as he squirmed in hopes of relieving the sensations, but the constant brushing on his tail remained undeterred.

“Ticklish little raccoon aren’t cha?” Wilbur giggled, wiggling his nails against Tommy’s neck making the boy squeak and arch away, showing his wide smile and pink tinged face. “Ah there’s my favourite, giggly gremlin~”

“Wil” Phil chuckled, giving him a look but the smile on his face told the brunette he didn’t mind his antics too much. He lifted the tail to brush on the underside of it, grinning at the squeal Tommy gave as he squirmed into Wilbur’s chest, shaking his head in his new fits of laughter.

“Ohoho gohohod” he squeaked, clenching Wilbur’s jumper.

“Awwww” Wilbur cooed, “does it tickle Toms? You’re giggling a bit so I think it might~”

“Shuhuhut uhup Wihihil!” Tommy smacked his back lightly, muffling his frantic giggling in his shoulder again. “Yohohou’re suhuch aha dihick!”

Wilbur chuckled before blowing a small raspberry into his neck, giggling at the squeal Tommy gave.

“Wilbur” Phil said again, chuckling at Tommy’s reactions.

“Yeah?” Wilbur grinned.

“He’s probably getting tickled enough with me brushing his tail.”

“He can take a little more” Wilbur snickered, “he has tickle fights with me and Techno constantly, he's got stamina.”

Phil snorted. “Can’t argue with that.” He brushed close to base and Tommy squeezed Wilbur with a short shriek, hugging his brother tightly as his laughter picked up.

Wilbur cooed, rubbing Tommy’s back gently as he noticed the sudden change in laughter. “You’re doing well Gigglechamp, it shouldn’t take too long, it's not very tangled here.”

Wilbur was right, the base of his tail was one of the few places that wasn’t too mussed up, it was still however, ticklish as fuck. Tommy kicked the couch cushions frantically before pressing his legs close to Wilbur’s back, clenching his jumper as he tried to bear the sensations. His laughter kept bouncing between hysterical giggles and squeaky hiccups, a constant stream of adorable sounds in Phil and Wilbur’s humble opinions.

“Dahahad” Tommy whined after another minute of brushing over the unbearably ticklish area.

“Yep, done Toms” Phil took the brush away, stroking over the now smooth fur, smiling at the squeak Tommy gave.

“Good job sunshine” Wilbur kissed his temple and ruffled his hair, “you did really well.”

Tommy sighed through his lingering titters, wiping at his eyes with his fist to get rid of the mirthful tears budding at the edges. “Thihis suhucks” he giggled.

“Oh sure, that’s why you’re not telling us to stop every five seconds” Wilbur smirked.

Tommy gave a flustered grumble, elbowing Wilbur lightly and making the other two chuckle.

“Ready for round two?” Phil asked.

Tommy gave a giggly groan but nodded, re-adjusting his hold on Wilbur and burying his face again. Wilbur nudged his head against Tommy’s and nodded to Phil who smiled back at his son.

The process continued, Phil combed through his tail again and again, keeping Tommy in a state of giggly hysteria. His laughter was a mix of squeals, squeaks, hiccups, and snorts as the brush ran over his tail in a smooth stroking pattern. Just when he thought he was getting used to a spot, Phil would shift the brush somewhere else and the process would begin anew. After almost three minutes of brushing, Tommy was just about at his limit. He held out for as long as he could, but the second the brush combed over the especially sensitive underside of his tail he had to call uncle.

“Rehehed dahahahad!” Tommy hiccupped, his bubbly giggles squeaking in his mirth and hands clinging to Wilbur’s jumper.

Phil ceased the brushing, running his fingers through the newly brushed fur and humming in satisfaction as he didn’t feel any knots, only soft fluff. “We’re almost there” he promised. “Just a little longer, okay Toms?”

Tommy whined a little but his eyes were dancing with excited anticipation. “F-Fihihine, j-juhuhust lehemme tuhurn rohound.”

He shifted from being wrapped around Wilbur to curl up in his lap, tucking his head underneath his brother’s chin and letting his purring restart, using it to calm himself down and show he was comfortable. Wilbur pursed his lips, staring at the ceiling and blinking rapidly much to Phil’s amusement. The brunette was wrapped around Tommy’s finger.

They let Tommy calm down for another minute or two before Phil spun the brush between his fingers. “Good to continue?”

The boy smiled, tucked against Wilbur’s chest and purring softly as he nodded. Wilbur’s eyes watched him fondly, having to bite his lip to stop squealing in adoration. Phil rolled his eyes fondly and picked up Tommy’s tail again, moving down to the end of the fluffy appendage to where the most tufts of fur were. He tried to be as gentle as possible but Tommy still flinched at the first pull on the fur.

“Is it okay?” Phil asked, pausing to let his son answer.

“Kinda hurts” Tommy mumbled, eyebrows pinching slightly as he grimaced. “Knots ‘n shit innit?”

Wilbur watched worriedly as Phil tried to brush away the tangles as gently as possible, but Tommy still winced every time it went through his fur. It was when Tommy let out an involuntary whimper that Wilbur smacked away the brush and fluffed his wings a little.

“Dad, this is hurting him” he held Tommy close and gazed imploringly at Phil, “surely that’s enough?”

Phil shook his head. “If we leave it, the fur will only get matted further Wil.”

Wilbur grit his teeth in displeasure. He hated hearing his baby brother in pain, but he also didn’t like the idea of his tail getting worse. He huffed, taking up one of Tommy’s hands and brushing his thumb over it in thought. It was quiet for a moment then Tommy gave a soft squeak.

Wilbur glanced down at Tommy and was surprised to see him curling in on himself, a shy smile on his face and ears tinged pink. “Toms?”

Tommy giggled a little, and Wilbur then noticed his thumb had slipped to trace the edge of the pad on his index finger.

“Ticklish hands Tommy?”

Tommy squeaked again, hiding his face in Wilbur’s jumper as he giggled quietly. Wilbur gently turned over his hands and started tracing the beans on his fingers, smiling as Tommy broke into breathy titters, sinking into his chest and closing his eyes.

“That feel okay?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy nodded with a sweet giggle as Wilbur wiggled his nails over his palm briefly. Phil smiled, watching the scene before him for a moment then slowly picked up the brush again, taking Tommy’s tail and moving back to the fur at the end. Tommy’s eyes fluttered open at the contact but his attention was quickly switched back to Wilbur at the small raspberry placed on the pad of his palm. He gave a hiccupy giggle, attempting to draw his hand back but Wilbur kept it there, blowing another.

“W-Wihil!” Tommy squealed, his attention fully on his older brother as he scratched his nails gently into the beans on his fingers.

“Mhm?” Wilbur hummed.

“T-That- ihihit tihickles!”

Wilbur chuckled. “Good! That’s what I was hoping for. Also Toms, you’ve taken good care of your pads, they’re nice and clean, very soft too, ” Wilbur skittered his nails quickly down his hands with a giggle of his own. “Feel all velvety, I could tickle them forever.”

“N-Nohoho Wihil!”

Tommy shrunk down on instinct, giggling squeakily at the soft fluttery sensations on his beans, his tail wagging happily. Phil gave an endeared huff, the movement making his job somewhat difficult but it seemed Wilbur was distracting Tommy enough to not focus on the slight tugs on his tail from the brush. Wilbur kept up the tickling until Phil’s brush went through Tommy’s tail without any bumps or tangles dragging it back. He settled back to softly tracing the pads, singing quietly again to help soothe Tommy. The boy sunk into him, letting Wilbur hold his hands and giggling from the brushing.

For a few, sweet minutes, it was simply Wilbur softly scratching over Tommy’s beans, singing quietly as Phil gently combed through his tail. Tommy was practically dead weight in Wilbur’s arms and a permanent smile on his face. The scene was endearing domestic, a perfect scene of trust between the hybrids.

“Okay, all done” Phil hummed, brushing through the end of the fluffy tail one last time before putting the comb down and patting the soft, clean fur gently.

Tommy was curled in Wilbur’s arms, a warm smile on his face and small giggles slipped through his lips as he calmed down. Wilbur had taken to rubbing the base of his ears, cheek resting against his golden curls.

“You did so good bubs” Wilbur praised, “I’m proud of you.”

Tommy chittered softly, snuggling closer to Wilbur and letting his eyes flutter closed. “That...wasn’t too bad.”

His watching family members shared an adoring smile at his admittance, Phil gently brushing his fingers through his tail’s fur.

“Think you’ll let us help you in future then? Or take better care of your fur by yourself?”

Tommy hummed in thought, the end of his tail flicking. “Maybe.”

“We could just tickle you for real if you don’t” Wilbur chuckled, his laughter only doubling at the flustered noise Tommy made.

Phil snickered, letting go of Tommy’s tail and stood. “Keep in mind Wil, Tommy does have a built-in tickle tool.”

Wilbur smirked, ruffling his sleek wings. “Yeah? Well, so do I.”

Phil snorted, rolling his eyes as Tommy glanced up at his big brother in nervous anticipation. “Not today though, let Tommy rest okay? He’s earned it.”

Wilbur nodded with an agreeing hum, using his wings to wrap around his younger brother, the boy squeaking a little when a few stray feathers brushed his cheek and ear for a moment. Wilbur sat back on the couch, protectively shielding Tommy from anything and everything that could disrupt his needed nap. Phil left them to sleep, heading to the kitchen to remove the stray fur clinging to the brush.

The door suddenly opened for Kristen and Techno to walk in, grins on their faces and an excited look dancing in their eyes. Phil quickly put a finger to his lips when Techno went to speak, nodding to the lounge.

“The other two are napping, what’s up?” He asked quietly when they seemed to get the message.

“We got so many potatos Pops! We’re gonna be feasting for days!” Techno whisper yelled, a wide grin on his face.

“Yeah?” Phil leaned on the island as Techno jumped up onto a bar stool excitedly. “Fight any big bad mobs along the way?”

“Yep, he kicked their asses like a champ” Kristen chuckled, kissing Phil’s temple and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Techno’s gonna be one of the best fighters around.”

Techno’s ears perked at the praise, a shy grin on his face as his cheeks tinged pinker than normal. Kristen smiled at Phil then noticed the brush on the counter.

“Did you manage to convince Tommy to brush his tail?” She asked in surprise.

“Well, it was a combined effort of myself and Wilbur,” Phil chuckled, “Tommy’s tail is as ticklish as it was when he was a toddler.”

Kristen coo was a high whisper and Techno snorted fondly. “I’m almost sad I missed it” Kristen giggled.

“Well he said he’s okay with us helping him in the future, so you may get your chance to experience it yourself” Phil butted his forehead against her own.

Kristen gave an excited gasp. “Really? He hasn’t let me since he was young!”

Phil chuckled again. “He hasn’t changed at all since then.”

Techno grinned. “Oh, he’s going down next time he dares to tickle me, I forgot his tail was a bad spot.”

Kristen laughed as she walked around the island, gently prodding Techno’s side in passing. “Keep in mind, he can use his tail on you Piglet.”

Techno flinched away from her fingers with a squeak, a nervous smile on his face. Kristen grinned, ruffling his ears and going through to the lounge to check on her other two boys. Techno ducked his head at the fond grin Phil sent his way.

“What?” He asked with a half hearted scowl, embarrassed by the high pitched noise that had left him from his mother’s touch.

Phil exhaled a laugh, resting his hand on his oldest son’s head to pacify him. “Nothing,” he said. “It’s just...a good day.”

Techno seemed to understand and hummed in quiet agreement, leaning into his touch. Phil let the warmth of the sun streaming into the kitchen melt his weight into the island, taking in a slow breath. It was nice, knowing his boys were happy, Kristen was home with them, and they were all safe.

Phil knew it wouldn’t last forever. Kristen would have to leave one day, unable to remain in the mortal world, and his boys would grow up. For now, he could let himself enjoy the peace and quiet, at least for a little while.

#my fanfic #fanfic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #mcyt #dsmp #lee!tommy #raccooninnit #ler!phil #ler!wilbur #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #wilbur soot

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20 Questions

Based on this request: Can you do a Ketch x Reader where they are stuck in a room during a hunt and they can’t get out so they play 20 questions to get to know each other better and in the end confess their feelings for each other

Here you are, lovelies! *I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show.*

Warnings: Trapped Together, fluff-ish?

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x reader

It was a good thing you didn't hate Ketch. Really it was. Because if you'd hated him, he wouldn't survive the night. He was driving you batty, pacing like a caged tiger. You understood why. You didn't much appreciate being trapped either, but it was that or become a monster's plaything. At least you'd been able to get into a place where you could ward against everything and the horde of demons couldn't get in.

"Ketch! Please just sit down, you're driving me nuts!" He paused long enough to glare at you before resuming his pacing. He didn't like being stuck in one space for too long. That much was obvious. Not to mention you were both exhausted from the hunt followed by the demon chase. They'd come out of nowhere after the two of you had taken out a vampire nest.

"Please. I know you're anxious to get out of here, but could you please settle down? We're safe in here for now and I called the boys. They're sending Jody and Donna to come help us." Ketch hummed before finally sitting in the only other chair in the room. It was then that you noticed the injury to his arm. "Were you bitten?" He shook his head. "No. That was from one of the demons." You hummed in response and then it got quiet again. Normally that didn't bother you, but stuck in one tiny room, the silence was almost stifling.

"Alright, rather than sitting here doing nothing, I think we should get to know each other better. If we're going to be hunting together more often, we may as well." Ketch's eyes flickered over to you for a moment before he asked, "What did you have in mind?" You felt a smile stretch over your lips. At least he was willing. You were certain you were going to have to practically pull teeth to get him to talk. From what you'd seen, Ketch was a pretty closed off man. Not that you blamed him after what he'd gone through.

"20 Questions. It's the easiest way I can think of." Ketch nodded once, his eyes regarding you as you shifted to try and get more comfortable. "Are you going to sit or stand there all night?" He arched a brow at your teasing tone. "Is that one of your questions? I must say, I expected more from you." You rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Haha. Jokes. Who knew you had it in you? Now rules: once the game starts it doesn't stop until we've both asked 20 questions. The questions can be anything from the most simple to the most deep that require thought. And we must answer truthfully. Ready?" At Ketch's nod, you proceeded to start the game.

"I'll start with a basic question. Favorite color?" A small smirk made its way onto Ketch's lips as he shook his head at you. "Purple." You let out a small noise of surprise. "I would have suspected red or black." It was Ketch's turn to roll his eyes as he replied, "Purple is the color of royalty, darling. Now, I believe it's my turn. What would you be doing if you weren't a hunter?" You laughed lightly and had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

*time skip*

You and Ketch had spent what felt like hours asking questions back and forth. Not that you minded. It was nice getting an inside look into his mind. Although, your heart hurt for all the torture he'd gone through as a child and into his adulthood. By the time you got to the last round of questions, you wanted nothing more than to wrap the man up in a hug. Unfortunately, you were also at your last question.

You glance up into Ketch's eyes and asked the question you'd been avoiding. You weren't sure how he'd react in all honesty, but you were running out of questions at the moment. "Have you ever been in love?" Ketch's small smile faltered a bit. His brows lowered over his eyes as he tried to think. His gaze flickered over to you then back toward the door. For a moment, it didn't look like he was going to answer the question.

"Perhaps." It was your turn to look confused, prompting him to sigh. "Love is considered a…weakness in Kendrick's. It isn't something encouraged. That being said, I am uncertain as to what love feels like. It is possible I've been in love without realizing." His eyes met your again and you swore they were boring into your soul. You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling the air in the room thicken with the tension he was causing.

"My last question then, is it?" he asked suddenly. The moment between you was broken in an instant. You nodded. You honestly thought you were going to get whiplash at the pace he changed the subject. Ketch stood and placed one hand in his pocket. You'd been around him long enough to know he only did that when he was grabbing a weapon or feeling unsure of himself. No one else had noticed it. They just thought it was a normal mannerism of his.

His eyes met yours again and he asked, "Do you think, after all I've done for the old men, that someone could love me? Help me have the happiness everyone around me seems to desire so much…Could you?" You blinked in surprise. That was not the question you were expecting. Ketch was very, very good at masking his feelings. There were rarely any signs of vulnerability in the man, though you were able to catch them here and there. Your mind was in a state of confusion so you said the first thing you could think of.

"That's two questions." Ketch scoffed lightly, but looked away from you. Even from his profile you could tell he was upset. You rose from your seat and closed the space between you. He turned his head so he could look at you once more. Without taking your eyes off his, you gently took the hand that wasn't in his pocket in your hand. "Truth?" you asked and he nodded. "Those were the rules after all, were they not?"

"I do. I know someone could love you. Someone doeslove you, Ke-Arthur." The only sign that Ketch was caught off guard was the slight tightening of his hand around yours. "Really?" he asked, disbelief lacing his voice. You never heard him sound so insecure before. It was odd. Still, you smiled. "Really." Your free hand moved up to cup his cheek.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest as a smirk replaced his look of disbelief. "I thought so. The sentiment is returned, darling." You wanted to be mad at him. He'd gotten you to admit something that you were petrified to admit. Still, with him so close, it was hard to think about anything other than having him as close as possible.

Just as Ketch's lips were about to meet yours, the doors burst open. The two of you sprang apart like two teenagers being caught making out on the parent's couch. "Oh, um…carry on," Donna's voice came from the doorway. She ushered Jody out, saying, "Nothing to see here, Jody. Move along." You felt your face heat up as Ketch let out a laugh, prompting you to do the same. You knew you'd never hear the end of this from Jody. Ketch took your hand again, placing a kiss to the back of it, before leading you out to the car.

(a/n: I hope you liked it!)

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azucanela · 5 years ago

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pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross.

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there.

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him.

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around.

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.”

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride.

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?”

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him.

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own.

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would.

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares.

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.”

“Cool.”

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA.

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating,

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face.

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down.

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point.

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own.

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing.

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces.

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist.

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features.

Shoto nods in agreement, “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.”

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giaourtopita · 4 years ago

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hi!! i would like to request a mc who has been personally hurt by the brothers' sin. what i mean by that is, for lucifer for example, the mc might have a parent who was too proud to acknowledge their mistakes and hurt mc or for asmo maybe mc had an ex that cheated on them, or for mammon maybe mc's sibling was too greedy so they fought with them over inheritance or something. how would they react knowing this?

it doesn't have to be really angsty or serious or anything but i thought it'd be interesting to see the brothers come to terms with that!

feel free to ignore this btw, but i hope you like writing this if you accept!!❤️❤️🙏🏼

when their sin has hurt them

thank you for requesting, this was a nice way to get my mind off of some things that have been bothering me lately. i used your examples for asmo, luci and mammon, i hope i did this justice! some of these take place early in the story btw. i also did the twins together (and i changed it a little!)

warnings: gn mc, angst, talks of self harm (satan's part) & disordered eating(?)/unhealthy habits (for the twins' part)

lucifer

- mc had been distant with him since the beginning, he didn't like it but he understood. he was a stranger after all, a dangerous one at that.

- however, after that whole thing with belphie got resolved and everyone got closer he expected that he would get closer with mc as well.

- but after a while he realized that he should probably do something about this situation...

- he went into their room, right before their alarm for rad would ring. once it did, he tried not to frighten them by towering over them so he sat in a corner and started talking to them about what was bothering him, this was something rare for the avatar of pride but he had to do it.

- once he told them everything that was on his mind, mc told him that it wasn't him, they wanted to stay away from but rather his sin.

- lucifer was glad that mc didn't reduce him and probably his brothers too as just the sins they represented, even though he knew that he was still greatly affected by his sin.

- but mc also told him that they had a parent they cut off a few years ago that was too prideful to admit it whenever they made a mistake so he reminded them of said parent.

- he thought about it and if he had to be around someone that was even in the slightest like his father he would try his best not to be near them or interact with them.

- in the end, he and mc decided to try just hanging out for small periods of time so they could get used to him.

mammon

- mc didn't like being around him, even though they didn't know him. he thought maybe he really is a worthless scumbag if not even a human can stand being around him.

- he could usually handle it when his brothers were being mean to him but he didn't like it when mc was distant. they had a pact so the fact that mc was acting like that was even more discouraging. it could've also been that he also wasn't the best towards them in the beginning but it still hurt.

- he seriously thought of apologizing many times because he didn't like being stuck in a pact with someone that avoids him.

- so he talked with them, he was glad it wasn't exactly him they didn't like but his sin. honestly, he could've started sobbing right in front of them but he tried to keep it together.

- in the end, they just started talking about how greed can affect people both directly and indirectly like what happened to mc, whose siblings got so greedy that started fighting them for their share of the inheritance to the point where they had to step away and cut them off.

- mammon felt bad. he started thinking how his behavior affects his brothers, without taking into account that his brothers aren't regular demons either. mc had to remind him that the rest of his brothers are also affected by their sins so it's okay. they just had to understand each other better.

- still, after talking to mc he started being more careful about what he's doing with his money. he tried to tone it down a little when it came to money related issues, mc didn't ask for it but it certainly was appreciated!

leviathan

- honestly, he barely even noticed that mc wasn't around him as much. he spends most of his day alone in his room so it wasn't very noticeable.

- once he did notice though, he blamed the fact that mc wasn't hanging out with him as much to fact that he's an otaku and a shut-in.

- compared to the rest of his brother, he can actually not go on a rampage as easily. really, the first time mc saw him like that was during the tsl quiz and it was scary, it reminded them of a friend that was so jealous of them that drove other people away from them.

- even though this was a bad reaction on levi's part and mc managed to still get a pact with him and although having a pact with him did give them some sort of reassurance, it wasn't enough.

- after getting a pact, mc and levi obviously weren't as close as them with mammon and that made the human feel a little bad for him. maybe they misjudged him?

- hearing from the rest of the brothers that levi was usually in control of his sin, made them think about it more seriously. they went into his room and talked about it with him.

- since what caused this was during the tsl quiz, levi actually apologized and the two started hanging more.

satan

- from the get-go mc would avoid him, he didn't know what he did wrong so he wanted to ask them why they were distant.

- it couldn't have been that he's a demon, they get along with the rest of his brothers just fine! maybe too fine, if we're being honest.

- still satan had to know why, if there was something wrong he would try to fix it.

- so when he finally got the chance to be around them, he asked them. and he certainly didn't expect the answer he got.

- turns out mc was avoiding him because when they get angry they can't control their reactions, much like him. only instead of destroying objects and hurting others emotionally, their reactions were basically the opposite when they got angry they would hurt themselves, they would cut, bite, scratch or hit themselves.

- he was the first person to know about this, he felt bad that it was his sin that was causing them to do all these things but he couldn't take away their anger.

- what he could help them at though was making their anger hurt less, whenever he would feel them getting angry he would take them to break things until that became a habit.

asmodeus

- being the touchy person that he is, he was very weirded out by the fact that mc wasn't being very touchy with him, but that's just what he thought it was mc just wasn't the touchy type.

- after one time asmo started full on big spooning them, mc used their pact to get him off of them and stormed off the room.

- asmo felt really bad, not knowing what to do and not wanting to upset mc he started asking his brothers, that's when he found out that mc saw their ex partner cheating on them, literally caught them on the act!

- mc heard about asmo asking his brothers and felt bad since what happened wasn't exactly his fault.

- asmo felt bad about what happened, he knew that it wasn't his fault but his sin is supposed to make people feel good, not this! especially not when it comes to mc!

beelzebub & belphegor

- mc felt uncomfortable when being around one of the twins but this discomfort tripled when the other twin was there too.

- the human had a relative who had very bad coping mechanisms. whenever said relative would feel even a little bit down they would eat excessive amounts of food and then sleep for two days straight.

- even though this was very upsetting, what made mc feel uncomfortable was the fact that their relative died due to their habits.

- so seeing them act the way their relative did, hurt them. even more because they liked the twins and they both noticed their awkwardness around them they set up a sleepover in the attic.

- during that time mc managed to explain how they feel about their sins and that they were worried about them.

- when it was the twins' turn to talk, they explained that their sins aren't exactly the same as the others'. - while some of their brothers have it better controlling the sin, the twins don't have the luxury of doing that because their sins are more physical. meaning if belphie doesn't sleep or beel doesn't eat it's going to hurt them (and make them go on a rampage) and since the twins have telepathy it's also going to hurt the other twin too.

- after hearing all that mc stopped worrying, because they're just doing what they have to do and compared to that relative they're doing a good job.

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

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Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

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Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins.

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting.

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.”

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time.

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell.

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.”

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes?

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath.

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question.

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected.

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand.

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that.

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you.

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

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Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha.

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night.

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Imagine being the childhood friend of Zuko and him getting angry when Jet starts showing an interest in you.

Your POV

To be fair Zuko had held in his fury over being banished and hunted down by his sister quite well but apparently the journey to Ba Sing Sei was where he drew the line and decided to have a break down. Zuko spat out his food and you smirked to Iroh at his dramatics. “This is disgusting” he yelled throwing the bowl down before resting his head in his hands “I’m sick of living like this”. You went to remind him you only had one more day of this boat trip left until you reached Ba Sing Sei when someone else spoke. “Aren’t we all?” a smooth voice called and you and Iroh turned to see a boy watching you all. He approached Zuko and introduced himself as Jet the freedom fighter, whatever a freedom fighter was. Zuko didn’t return the gesture but you saw this boy, Jet, swept his eyes over the three of you and he smiled. He walked around to stand between you and Zuko and leant forwards “I heard the captain’s hoarding all the food and eating like a king, how would you like to help me liberate it?”. You and Zuko exchanged a look and you smiled knowing what Zuko’s response would be. “We’re in”.

You waited for night fall and then met Jet and his friend by the kitchen. Jet picked the lock easily with his swords and waved you all inside. Jet whistled as you all stared at the large kitchen amazed at it’s size. “You two take that side” he said to Zuko and his friends “we’ll take this side” he said and gestured to you. You nodded to Zuko and followed Jet to search the room. “So you or your friend got a name?” Jet asked as you searched. “Maybe” you shrugged opening a cupboard “but ours are nowhere near as colourful as Jet”. Jet smirked at your joke and walked closely past you to search the top shelf. “So if you won’t tell me your name how about where are you from? You and your friend seem close so I’m guessing you’ve known each other a while, since children?”. “Correct” you nodded “we’ve been friends since we were 5”. “Cute” Jet smirked “childhood sweethearts escaping to Ba Sing Sei to start a life together” he grinned mockingly. “We’re not childhood sweethearts” you snapped moving away and Jet followed you “ow really so you’re not a couple?”. “NO!” you said loudly before blushing as Jet laughed at your response. You hadn’t meant to be so adamant and you looked down embarrassed “I just meant that is not at all our situation, we’re just really good friends”. Jet nodded and stepped past you “that’s good to hear”. You watched him confused and he shot you a smile over his shoulder “for me that is”. You rolled your eyes but there was something about the boy that was very attractive. Jet smirked at your response and carried on searching. He opened a cupboard and grinned “look what I’ve found”.

You packed all the food up and snook it out of the kitchen easily. You distributed it out to the other families on the ship and Iroh smiled as you passed him a bowl “thank you y/n, you and Lee did a good thing”. “Try telling him that, he’s still pouting” you replied making Iroh laugh. You returned to get more for the other families but got distracted. “So your name’s y/n?” a familiar voice asked. Jet appeared beside you “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop of course but I couldn’t help it”. “Of course not” you smiled sweetly and Jet laughed “It’s a nice name, y/n, it matches you well”. You shot him a look but were slightly amused. It was honestly nice to have someone around that didn’t have the fire nation seriousness. You didn’t make it easy for Jet though and just ignored him. You opened the remaining boxes looking for more food but it was all gone. “Well I guess that’s the last of the food y/n” Jet said pointedly emphasising your name “how about we go for a walk? To celebrate?”. “Aren’t you hungry? We just liberated all that food”. Jet shrugged “I’d say you’re far more interesting to me right now so how about it...y/n” he said smirking and you smiled. You had a pretty boring time on Zuko’s exile so you shrugged “lead the way” and took off with Jet.

Zuko’s POV

Zuko made sure all the food had been dished out before he returned to his seat beside his uncle. He was just about to start eating when he noticed something was wrong....he couldn’t see you anywhere. Zuko looked around for you and blinked "uncle did you see where y/n went?". Iroh frowned when Jet’s friend spoke up. "She left with Jet" Smeller Bee replied and Zuko blinked "why? Are they running another job?". "No, Jet just works that quick" the girl shrugged before going back to her food. Zuko paused confused and craned his neck to see if he could see you. "You mean they're....on a date?". "Sure lets call it that" Smeller Bee agreed and Zuko frowned, when on earth did that happen and how did he miss it?

Panic seized Zuko and he began to wonder how on earth he’d missed this developing. He cursed himself for allowing it to happen right infront of his own eyes and wished things were different so he could’ve told you how he felt. The truth was Zuko had liked you for a while, more than a while actually. He’d liked you for almost as long as he could remember but he’d never told you for multiple reasons. Before when he was a prince he never told you because he was worried with him being the heir that would make you feel pressured to feel the same way and Zuko was 100% certain you didn’t like him. Then when he was banished and you decided to come with him he was amazed. He still remembered you marching your way onto his ship, demanding to come with you and how impressed and in love he felt. So he agreed to let you come but he couldn’t tell you he liked you for a different reason now. He was banished, what if he told you and you did like him? Then you’d get pulled down with him, tainted through association to him. You could return to the fire nation anytime and Zuko didn’t want to do anything to make you share the same fate as him and so he never told you how he felt and it appeared someone had beaten him to it.

When you hadn’t return before they retired to their cabin Zuko wanted to go out looking for you but Iroh told him you were just off on a date and not to ruin your fun. So Zuko didn’t search for you not wanting to *ruin your fun* but there was no way he could sleep not knowing where you were and so he waited up for you. As the time passed he got more agitated and decided if you weren’t back soon he would scour the ship for you no matter what Iroh said but just as suddenly as you’d disappeared you appeared. You opened the door to the cabin quietly and then jumped violently when you saw Zuko stood there in the dark. "Zuko...what are you doing?". "Making sure you got back okay, you took off with a stranger". You rolled your eyes "we’re on a boat Zuko, it’s not like i could be whisked off somewhere plus you know Jet!". "I know of him" Zuko said pointedly and you smirked "it’s sweet of you to worry but don’t worry i can handle boys like Jet" and you disappeared into your room. You patted Zuko as you passed and he sighed. Zuko didn’t like where this was going but he didn’t see how he could stop it. So ignoring the tingling sensation where you touched his arm he stomped into his room and laid face down in the bed.

Your POV

You arrived in Ba Sing Sei the next day and were eager to get off the boat but not as eager as Zuko. He practically dragged you and Iroh off the boat just so you could get stuck waiting in line for 4 hours. After your paperwork was finally approved you got into Ba Sing Sei and realised you had no idea where to go. Iroh claimed due to his old siege days he knew the city but as you stared at a map in the train station he frowned “hmmm it appears to have changed a bit” and Zuko cried out in anger. “You said you knew the city!”. “I did but that was over 10 years ago” Iroh explained “this might take some time”. You saw Zuko was getting ready to yell again and grabbed his arm “hey how about we go get some food while we wait?”. Zuko relaxed slightly and Iroh nodded “I’d love some tea”. “Of course” you smiled and tugged Zuko away. “You have to calm down” you told him softly “Iroh will work all this out we’ll be fine”. Zuko nodded “I know I’d just rather than was sooner rather than later”. “Why?” you asked “what’s your big rush?”. Zuko glanced around you as if looking for someone and then looked down “nothing I just want to get out of this place”. You frowned, something was clearly bothering your friend but you also knew Zuko well enough to know when he was in a mood like this there was no way he would tell you what was wrong. Zuko didn’t open up often and being agitated didn’t help that. So you tried to give him space and hoped he would confide in you when he felt comfortable enough. You spotted two different food carts and nudged his arm “you go get the tea, i’ll get us some food and meet you back by Iroh”. Zuko nodded and without a word walked away. You watched him with a worried frown before you walked towards the food truck. You joined the line, waiting for your turn to order when you heard a voice “so you made it in the city okay?”. You smiled to see Jet again and nodded “obviously” making Jet grin. It was your turn to order next and you stepped up and told the man what you wanted. When it came to paying you went to get the correct money but Jet stepped forwards. “Don’t worry I got this” he said placing some coins down on the counter. “You don’t have to” you started but Jet shook his head “no, I never got you anything on our date the other night so call this payback”. You rolled your eyes as you collected the food but you were blushing slightly. “I wouldn’t really call it a date, more of a walk”. “That’s true” Jet agreed “so that means I have to take you on a proper one”. “Ow really? You have to”? you asked and Jet nodded “for sure, custom all but demands it, I have to do it if I want to or not” Jet said shooting you a wide smirk. You laughed in shock and Jet smirk grew “it’s just a coincidence that I want to”. You smiled and went to tell Jet you’d think about it when Zuko appeared. “Y/n have you got the food?”. You looked down at the bag in your hands and nodded “yeah...”. “So are you heading back?” he asked glancing at Jet or more accurately glaring and you looked down. “You go ahead I’ll be right behind you”. Zuko narrowed his eyes and took the bag from your hands “Mushi is hungry so I’ll just take it”. “Z...Lee” you sighed but Zuko just shrugged “no it’s fine you stay and talk” and he stormed away. You frowned watching Zuko walk away and Jet laughed “that might’ve been my fault. You looked at him confused and Jet shrugged “your friend clearly has a problem with me”. You shook your head confused how Jet reached that conclusion "nonsense Lee likes you he’s just...moody, sometimes". Jet smirked "that i believe but no this seems specific to me and you". "Us?" you asked and Jet nodded "i saw him watching us before he came over, he clearly doesn’t like me being around you”. “I’m not sure...” you frowned and Jet smirked “y/n he’s watching us even now!”. You glanced at Zuko where he sat on the bench beside Iroh. Like Jet said Zuko was watching you and not just watching but openly glaring. He jumped when he saw you’d spotted him and looked away. "He’s just protective" you tried "we’ve been friends forever". Jet smirked "he's protective alright but not because you’re friend, I think the fact you’re just friends is where he has the problem". You realised what Jet meant and swallowed "i...no that can’t be true". Jet shrugged and laughed slightly "hey i’m not going to try and convince you, why would i when i’m interested in you?". You looked back at Jet and smiled "you are?". "Yeah, didn’t i make that obvious? Well maybe this will help" and Jet moved closer.

Zukos’s POV

As soon as you’d all arrived in Ba Sing Sei Zuko was thrilled for one sole reason. Jet. Ever since your date Zuko was anxious to make sure you never saw that boy ever again. So he rushed you and Iroh off the ship and was frustrated to see the long lines that awaited. However he never saw Jet once and so that helped ease his mind. Then when you finally did get through his uncle didn’t know where to go and he felt his temper rising again. Any moment now Jet could appear and tag along and...Zuko didn’t want to think about what could happen, how you and Jet could actually become a proper a couple. So Zuko was not in the best of moods and then the devil himself appeared. Zuko left your side for a second and who was there? Jet. Zuko was furious and so he tried to get you to come with him but you wanted to stay with Jet! Zuko couldn’t believe you were falling for this act and he stormed away from you both angry and upset.

He sat on the bench too angry to eat, just clutching his cup of tea staring at the back of Jet’s head. "Stop watching y/n nephew" Iroh commented and Zuko jumped "i’m not i was just....don’t you think it’s suspicious how much he’s around her?". Iroh shrugged "not considering what happened on the boat, it’s called dating". Zuko glared as Jet moved closer to you "but how do we know we can trust him? He could be anyone". You looked over suddenly and Zuko tore his eyes away "y/n should be careful, what if he hurts her?". "Well it’s ultimately y/n’s decision, we can't control her and while i think your concern for her is admirable perhaps you could work on your honesty?". Zuko paused "what are you trying to say uncle you know i hate riddles". "I’m saying that rather than chasing away any boy that comes near her maybe you should recognise your feelings for her and tell her". Zuko snorted "that’s preposterous! Y/n is just a good friend nothing more". Zuko knew that was a lie but he couldn’t have anyone working out his secret. Zuko was thinking of all the ways your friendship would be ruined when he glanced over and saw Jet kiss you. He breathed in sharply and clutched his cup so hard tea spilled over the sides burning him. He groaned in pain and threw the cup down. Iroh chucked passing him tissues "still going to pretend she's just a good friend to you?".

Your POV

“Here it is!” Iroh called throwing open the door “home sweet home”. Finally after days of waiting around and searching you’d found a home and jobs all thanks to Iroh. Zuko however wasn’t feeling so grateful. He glanced around the room and gingerly dragged his hand across the table “it’s filthy, is everything in the earth kingdom filthy?”. Iroh shifted the plant pot in his hands and frowned “all it needs is a little cleaning and it will look as good as new. If we all chip in it won’t take long at all”. “Would you mind if we cleaned later please Iroh?” you asked and Zuko headed towards his room apparently done with this conversation. “Just I agreed to met Jet soon, we’re going to go explore the city a bit”. You didn’t notice but Zuko had stopped dead in his tracks.

“Of course we can clean later better yet me and Zuko can get it all sorted for your return! Go and have fun you deserve it” Iroh smiled at you. You grinned and hugged him tightly “thank you!”. You separated and only then noticed Zuko was watching you. “What?” you asked “would you like to come too Zuko?”. “No!” he cried disgusted “why on earth would I want to hang around with you on your date”. You sighed and nodded “just asking”. “Are you two official now then?” Zuko asked and you shook your head “no”. “So that at the train station was just nothing?” Zuko asked and you frowned “why do you care?”. “I don’t care I just don’t understand why you’re wasting your time on him, you know he hates fire benders don’t you?" Zuko commented "if he knew you were one there’s no way he'd be sniffing around you so much". You rolled your eyes determined not to let Zuko ruin this for you. "Open your eyes Zuko everyone hates the fire nation and can you blame them? If anything Jet’s disdain for the fire nation makes him more attractive" and with a shake of your head you disappeared out the door.

Zuko’s POV

The door shut behind you and Zuko gripped the table tighter. He stared at the door and breathed deeply to stop himself launching fire at it. “Nephew...” Iroh started and Zuko groaned “not now uncle!” and stormed into his room slamming the door.

Zuko flopped on his bed when he suddenly heard your voice. He walked to his open window and saw and Jet down below. Jet was smirking at you, standing way too close to you while you just looked up at him smiling. Zuko felt his stomach churn as how cocky Jet seemed with you. You started walking away and Zuko sighed, he went to turn away when suddenly Jet looked back. He looked at Zuko’s window, stared Zuko right in the eye and smiled. Zuko’s temper flipped and he glared. So Jet knew what he was doing then? Well Zuko wouldn’t let him get away with it. Zuko climbed out of the window and began to discreetly follow you.

Your POV

You and Jet explored the city all day and you were amazed. The city was huge in a way the fire nation city could never be. Endless rows of shops and houses all protected by the huge walls of Ba Sing Sei. After walking for as long as your feet could possibly manage, you and Jet retreated to a restaurant to refuel. You were quickly shown to a table and ordered immediately you were so hungry. “So what do you think of the city?” Jet asked and you smiled “it’s lovely, it feels like there’s still so much to see and we’ve been walking around all day!”. Jet nodded “well we can always walk around tomorrow....and the next day and the next....there’s nothing stopping us”. You nodded your head “good point” and Jet smiled before frowning. He focused on something behind you and leant forwards "Is that Lee?". You turned around and followed Jet’s gaze to a corner booth when a man held a menu infront of his face. “It can’t be he was back in the apartment....” you started when the man dropped his menu and you saw it was indeed Zuko. Zuko spotted you immediately and went pale. "Told you he didn’t like me and now he doesn’t trust me either" Jet commented and you sighed. “I’m so sorry can we rain check this? I have a friend to yell at".

You and Zuko argued the whole long way home. “I told you it was a coincidence!” Zuko yelled “why on earth would I be following you?”. “So you expect me to believe you were 40 minutes from home, in the same restaurant as me and Jet just by chance? You followed us Zuko and I want to know why. Do you hate Jet that much?”. “Well I don’t like him” Zuko agreed and you frowned “Jet said that! What has he ever done to you?”. “Nothing I....I just don’t like how you act around him?”. “Me? How do I act? you asked your temper rising and Zuko rolled his eyes. “I don’t know all embarrassed and quiet, you’ve never been shy in your life”. You paused ready to convince Zuko you were fine with Jet when he made it 100 times worse.

“Honestly it just seems a little fake and desperate” Zuko finished. He seemed to realise his mistake seconds later as you gasped loudly. "Desperate!" you yelled “you did not just call me that! How could you even say that?”. Zuko didn’t really see how he could back down so he carried on “all i’m saying is you’ve flung yourself at the first boy who looked at you despite the fact he’s clearly a criminal! Or did you forget how quickly he suggested breaking and entering to us? Who knows what other crimes he’s committed". "Have you forgotten we’re criminals too?" you hissed "you of all people should understand the law isn’t always black and white, fair and unfair, why are you so hard on jet? You liked him fine until i started seeing him". "Well maybe that’s why!" Zuko yelled "you shouldn't date him! He’s not good enough". "Not good enough?" you asked "Zuko i’m just having some fun, the most i’ve had since we’ve been on the run, it isn’t that serious". “Well you would see it that way you’ve been behaving immaturely ever since we got here" Zuko said coldly "throwing caution to the wind, fraternising with people who openly detest the fire nation. Did you ever wonder what danger your actions have put me and my uncle in? How you could've ruined us all with your recklessness? I think you have been away from the fire nation too long, you have clearly forgotten your honour". You gasped surprised "my honour?" you asked. Back home having a *superior* say something like that was an abrupt dismissal and you knew Zuko was aware of that. You swallowed and stared at Zuko "are you...does this mean you’re dismissing me from your company?". "Of course not! I would never leave you alone here but i do think you should consider your actions". "Are you ordering me to stop dating Jet?". "No i’d never order you..." Zuko said backtracking and you glared. "Good because i am not going to stop seeing him just because it worries you, so sorry your highness" you said bowing mockingly "but you’re going to have to get used to it" and you slammed the door.

Zuko POV

Zuko couldn’t believe the rubbish that had tumbled out of his mouth in your argument. He wanted to punch himself for somehow blaming you for all this. He knew he only had himself to blame but he’d attacked you instead. Zuko decided to apologise to you and was rehearsing it, trying to get it just right when Iroh appeared. “Zuko why aren’t you dressed we have a shift in 20 minutes!”. “It’s that time already?” Zuko asked, he’d been planning your apology for so long he’d lost track of time. “What have you been doing?” Iroh asked staring at the stacks of paper and Zuko covered them quickly “nothing just let me sort something and I’ll be ready to leave”. Iroh nodded and left. Zuko stared at his apology and sighed, it wasn’t right yet! He couldn’t find the right words to say what he needed to say and it to be perfect or else you might not forgive him. He tried rewording a line but then threw his pen down in frustration, he’d just have to finish this later. He quickly dressed in his uniform and followed Iroh to the tea shop.

The evening shift was usually dead but for some reason it was packed tonight. Zuko was rushed off his feet so much he didn’t even notice Jet when he walked in. It didn’t matter though Jet made his way straight to him. “You’re from the fire nation aren’t you?”. Jet said it loudly and Zuko froze as many people turned and stared. “No” Zuko said calmly but Jet smiled “figured you’d say that but I heard you admit it with your own words. How dare you sneak away as a refugee when you’re one of them”. “I’m not, we’re from the earth nation...” Zuko tried but Jet carried on “and if you’re fire nation then maybe you’re benders too....only one way to find out” and he drew his swords.

Zuko grabbed a sword from one of the nearby customers sheath and met Jet’s first strike. Zuko worked on defending himself only, he wasn’t interested in hurting him but the boy wasn’t making it easy. Zuko managed to take the fight outside and tried distracting Jet. “What do you mean you heard me say it, were you spying on us?” Zuko asked and Jet nodded. “After you made such a big deal following me and y/n on our date I got suspicious. Being jealous was one thing but you were downright manic! So I followed you both home and heard y/n say how you were fugitives from the fire nation, fire benders seeking aid in Ba Sing Sei” Jet glared “you’re the reason we’re all here!”. Jet carried on attacking Zuko but he deflected them easily, Jet was too emotional, he was getting easier to anticipate. "I should’ve known all along though" Jet smirked suddenly "you hated me far too much for it just to be over a girl". Zuko glared "for the record i hate you completely and utterly because you are nowhere good enough to be around y/n, you’re not worth the mud under her shoes, she’s too good for you". Jet spat on the floor "she’s a fire bender, she’s worthless and i regret the energy i wasted on scum like her". Zuko tensed and tightened his grip on his sword. Now he was interested in attacking Jet, screw defence, he was going to make this kid pay.

Your POV

You heard about the fight from passer-by. When they described a boy with brown hair and hook swords fighting a teashop worker with a burn on his face you know exactly who they were. You waited for Zuko and Iroh to arrive home and the second they walked through the door you exploded. "You got Jet arrested?" you cried and Zuko looked down. Iroh frowned "y/n it wasn’t like that...Jet was attacking Zuko!". "I’m sure it wasn’t unprovoked, was this part of your plan?" you asked Zuko. "I refused to obey your order to stop dating Jet and so you arrest him?". "You ordered her to what?" Iroh cried and Zuko sighed "i didn’t order her i just suggested she consider her honour and re-assess her choices". Iroh sighed “you two are so...” he took a deep breath and fixed Zuko with a piercing look. "Zuko this has gone far enough explain yourself to y/n and just maybe she'll forgive your awful behaviour, Y/n listen to what he has to say and afterwards then you can judge him but let him finish first, okay?" Iroh asked before storming from the room without waiting for a reply.

You and Zuko were both speechless to hear Iroh raise his voice and so you blinked and turned to Zuko “I make no promises to wait until the end but go ahead”. Zuko was quiet for a while and you could tell he was searching for the words he needed. “Zuko...” you frowned and he sighed “I was jealous okay! That’s what all this was, I was jealous of you and Jet spending so much time together”. Zuko stopped talking and you rolled your eyes "are you kidding me? So i can’t have anyone else in my life? Only you can take up my time?". Zuko shook his head "i wasn’t jealous of Jet taking up your time, if he'd just wanted to be your friend i’d have been fine but he clearly didn’t and that’s why i was jealous" Zuko snapped "he wanted to be something more and you did too and that bothered me". “Because you didn’t like Jet?” you tried and Zuko shook his head “because I liked you...like you” he said awkwardly staring at the ground. You blinked and stared at the ground too in shock “wow I....I don’t know what to say, how long have you...”. Zuko sighed “I can’t remember when it started because it’s been so long" he said softly "but I remember the moment I noticed. It was when my mom left, i was miserable all the time apart from the times i was with you. When you were around, i was still hurting but it was less and the more you were around the less and less it got until i didn’t hurt any more. You healed my pain and that’s how i knew i liked you". Zuko finished and you blinked "but Zuko your mom left when we were 11 you’ve known you liked me all this time? Why didn’t you just tell me?".

"Because it wasn’t just a small crush it was big y/n and it grew more and more every day and by the time you left the fire nation with me i didn’t just like you it was...more". You got chills as Zuko spoke but you felt unable to speak or move. "When you came with after i got banished i so wanted to tell you but you'd left the fire nation just to help me, i didn’t want to do anything to make you to throw your whole life away for me. I hoped that even if i couldn’t return to the fire nation one day you could and have the life you deserve. I planned to send you away once i got on my feet, and then again when i got my ship working well, and then again once we’d swept the four nations for the avatar. But every time i came close i delayed it because i was selfish. I didn’t want to drag you down with me but i couldn’t seem to let you go. I made a mess of everything and i’ve done it again. I was jealous of you and Jet but also too afraid to tell you and so i ended up hurting you" Zuko sighed "y/n i am so sorry for that, you’re the last person i meant to hurt but still because of my selfishness i harmed you and that will always taint my honour but i hope you can forgive me one day". Silence fell and Zuko looked up "y/n? Please say anything". You looked up as if in a daze and shook your head "You still haven’t asked me". Zuko paused "i did i just asked you to forgive me". "Not that" you said shaking your head again "you told me you liked me but didn’t ask me back" you chuckled. "You just assumed to know my answer without asking me, do you think you know me that well?" you asked staring at him. Zuko stuttered. "I....i'm sorry i didn’t mean to...wait does this mean? Do you...". You smiled "i can’t give an essay on the exact moment i knew like you just did but yes" you nodded "i like you Zuko". Zuko stared at you in shock "you...you do?" he asked grinning. You nodded again and Zuko laughed out loud hugging you tightly before he stopped "wait so all this agony watching you with jet, i could’ve avoided it all if i just told you this earlier?". "Yup" you nodded “Zuko, Jet was an angry cocky teenager who fights with swords...why do you think I liked him? He reminded me of you”. Zuko eyes widened and he promptly smacked himself in the face "idiot!" he cried. You laughed pulling his hand away gently "it’s fine we know now right?". Zuko nodded "that’s true..." and he took your hand staring at you intensely. You blushed and buried your head in his chest to escape his gaze "stop looking st me like that". "I can’t help it" Zuko laughed holding onto you "i can’t believe someone like you would like me". You moved your head out of his chest to fix him with a look “are you kidding me? You’re amazing, i’m the one that’s shocked, you’re smart and funny and kind...”. Zuko turned an ever deeper shade of red and you grinned “did I make the angry fire bender blush?”. “Stop it” Zuko said “that’s an order” and he smiled to let you know he was joking. “Well I have an order for you” you said calmly. Zuko looked at you confused and you just smiled “kiss me”. Zuko obeyed immediately and you were caught off guard but it was a pleasant surprise. You weren’t sure if it was the long time waiting or the pent up tension these past few days but Zuko was very passionate and the kiss quickly became heated.

You were enjoying it but were also very aware Iroh could walk back in any minute. “Zuko” you whispered “you’re very good at obeying orders but we’re in the middle of the living room”. Zuko immediately blushed and looked down “sorry I think I got carried away”. “Don’t be” you smiled “I liked it just Iroh will be back any minute and he’s the last person I’d want walking in on us”. Zuko nodded his head “that kiss was not as sweet and innocent as I planned it to be” Zuko frowned "i don’t know what came over me". You chuckled "it’s fine it was wonderful but a date first would be better next time". "Of course, how does tomorrow sound” Zuko asked blushing and you smiled leaning against his shoulder. “That sounds perfect”. Zuko wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours “Tomorrow night it is”.

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

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You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

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