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doofus-and-dragons · 8 months

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Thoughts on Red, White, and Royal Blue(Taking notes helps me retain information so ofc I do it about my media like a goddamn nerd)

Overall thoughts:

I give this movie a 4/10. The actors were incredible and the jokes landed where they were suppose to. I was really excited for the movie, and I probably would have loved it if I hadn't read the book first (I don't regret reading it first. I adore the book, probably going to reread it). For me, the pacing was just extremely distracting. I didn't know where I was at any point in time. By the time I would figure it out, I was somewhere else. I also think that the removal of certain characters (June,Rafael, and Leo), the sugar coating of Zahra, and the microdosing (idk what else to call it) of other characters (Nora, Bea, Percy, and Shaan) really takes allies away from Henry and Alex, along with major plot devices within the main story. I felt like the movie cut out a lot of scenes (Star Wars, historical letters, the Rumors, Henry's date with June, the campaign, Nora in general, Alex's reaction to the leak, and the exposing Richards to name a few) really hurt the integrity of this movie for me. I was super excited going in, but now I'm just kind of bitter.

I did like how Henry and Alex's actors had some (from my pov) really good chemistry. That or they're just really good actors. They are, but like...differently. loved Oscar, loved the charcarization as a whole (other than maybe Bea (she felt kind of bland) and Zarha (she felt sugar coated). As a whole, all the actors (and yes, I do mean all) did an amazing job. Set design was absolutely breath taking. Most of the music was spot on (still salty about "Your Song" being cut out but yknow), and I'm a band kid and a theater kid so music means a lot to me. I loved the little metaphors, like when Alex gave Henry the key to his house (a bold choice, but it worked). I feel like Ellen deserved more of a "Im struggling to find an election balance and a mom balance" arc that Book!Ellen got, but Uma Thurman did a great job with Ellen. She didn't play too hard into the accent, and it was tasteful (much appreciated by the by). Loved Amy (wish we could have seen he do crafts tho...and her dog). LOVED it when they decked Henry out in commoner clothes!

So, yeah. My review of the movie is a 4/10. Here are the notes that better explain my personal opinion. If you enjoyed it, I'm so happy for you/gen.

Notes:

• The lack of June as a character takes away so many plot points and character building opportunities from all of the characters

• The loss of Leo as a character takes away from much of the drama not only within the First Family but also within the debate

• Who decided Miguell as a character???seems like they took that Post reporter from the book and turned his affection to Alex instead, which I guess they had to since the tossed June.

• I love Ellen, Oscar, Zahra, Amy, Pez (why can't they ever call him pez?), Nora, and Shaan.

• The movie is moving really fast. I can hardly keep up with. I'm constantly in a state of "Wait, where am I? Why am I here? This isn't supposed to happen yet is it?"

• I can't explain it, but Henry has very gay

• Where's Rafael? He's like the reason for the climax (lmao)

• Sending him to Texas? But he's not supposed to be there yet!

• I'm so lost that I can't keep up with the movie. I can't even enjoy the sap from the email reading because I'm really confused.

• The acting is really good! The pacing is just off.

• I hate this Miguel guy.

• HENRY IS SUPPOSE TO BE CONFORTING HIM BECAUSE OF THE BETRAYAL

• Not enough Bea

• I am enjoying this 20 Questions scene, very cute yet very sad

• Zarha is suppose to be angrier at him for being awake.

• Henry in the closet will never not be funny to me.

• "...good morning!" -Prince Henry of Wales, 2023

• "And my sister" "awww I didn't know that!" "Yeah she was really happy for us."

• "Tetnhically I'm the spare!" "Not talking to you sir!" So funny!

• I'm assuming Miguel is the leak

• I'm back to being confused. Also, not enough Amy. I need more of her. I need to see her dog Johnathan

• "She happens to be a he....and he happens to be henry..."

• Ellen is the best mom I love her

• I WANTED TO SEE ELLEN'S POWER POINT COME ON AMAZON :(

• Love how he's got a University of Texas Austin hat (it's not UT to me I'm from Tennessee, UT is University of Tennessee)

• Love how they Texas-ified Henry

• Sad we didn't get the kimonos

• So Oscar is Sen. Of Texas??? I thought that was Ellen before elected?

• Haha gays

• Needs more Pez

• Ok, wait, I know where I am! The start of the week of sad!

• Already? It feels like I've been sitting here for like half an hour. I'm not retaining any of this. God the pacing is killing me

• Also they didn't include them Skinny dipping which is honestly tragic

• Sad gay prince hours

• *megamind meme* No bunk beds?

• Bea calling him Hen is the world. That's it.

• WHY AM I ONLY GETTING ONE SCENE WITH SHAAN?

• Alex was suppose to be angrier, making a scene. Shaan needed to almost throw him out. I need more Shaan.

• Eye opening for Henry time ehe

• Did he put his ring on the mantle I didn't catch it.

• He was suppose to have make up time THEN go to the museum I'm lost again

• I can't help falling in love" and not "your song is" a choice

• They didn't bring up Sampson :(

• Wait he was suppose to put the ring on the chain. It was sweet to give him the key tho. I see you "key to my heart" symbolism. I see you and I love you.

• DAVID!!!BABY BOY!!!

• Where's Zarha's anger? Alex's concern? AHA Zarha and Shaan engagement real??? 👀

• Miguel is the leak and I dispise him.

• No meeting with the king? No Catherine? No Phillip getting hot tea spilled on him? Tragic.

• Henry not getting to get a word in is tragic.

• I love Alex's speech it's so heart wrenching

• I need to see zarha's anger- oh Shaan is into it isnt he? Love those two! They are the true heros of this movie.

• "I'll break the sound barrier for you" 🥺😭

• Henry playing Yankie doodle and Alex playing God Save The Queen is wonderful

• "Im white and upperclass so my affection comes on strings"

• Alex fidgeting with Henry's ring 🥺

• Stfu Pip, the fact you're the only one sitting on the side of the king is telling

• Stfu king Mary (he has no name just king so he's king Mary now).

• "Uh-bec-becu-because!!" 🙄

• Bea needs to spill tea on Phillip pls

• We don't get to see Alex's rslley speech? We're already at the election?

• No Zarha/Shaan makeouts? Srsly?

• No Liam? Where did the bikes come from?

• This movie has so many plot holes, it's like driving down a secret highway...

#red white and royal blue

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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Could I get a fluffy and maybe flirty Childe imagine set during his story quest? Instead of the Traveler and Paimon accompanying him, the reader (who works at the Northland Bank as one of Childe’s subordinates) gets slapped with the duty of babysitting Teucer and covering for Childe and his façade as a toy seller in Liyue.

"I must say that your brother is quite cute, sir."

"...I guess it must run in the family."

"Hm? Did you say something, comrade?"

"Oh. Um. Nothing, sir."

Of course, being the perceptive man he is, Childe heard all of what they said. What he ends up doing or saying to the reader? Seeing the magic you’ve worked when anon previously gave you the liberty of it, I leave it entirely up to you. :)

featuring: childe x gn!reader

warnings: a teeny bit suggestive at the end

published: april 27 2021

form: imagine

a/n: i’m gonna be real with you, i was stuck on ar35 for the longest time because i was too cowardly to level up my world so i finally did it today and i jumped from 35 to 41 T_T and now my enemies are stupidly strong. but anyways i just started the childe quest today so im just gonna stick to the part when they’re still in liyue and there’s no fighting wwww

“teucer, i swear to celestia-” you muttered under your breath, as the little redhead slipped from your grasp yet again, running ahead to go look at some kite vendors. “come back here, kid! otherwise you’re gonna be in a heck of a lot of trouble!”

earlier in the day, you were out running errands for the bank, under tartaglia’s orders, when you had come across rumors of a ruin guard running amok. figuring you would use your spare time and save some local liyue citizens the trouble of having to deal with the feral robot, you defeated the machine with efficient ease. however, in the vicinity, you discovered a lone child showing great excitement at a deactivated ruin guard, jumping and leaping while calling it “mr. cyclops” with a strange elation.

you figured the boy was snezhnayan, what with his features and clothing reminiscent of the cold climate of your homeland. but why in the world was he out by a ruin hunter all alone? he kept mentioning his brother, a toy seller in liyue, but you could think of absolutely nobody that fit that description.

so, out of the goodness of your own heart, you decided to take the little boy-- teucer, he called himself--back to liyue harbor with you, and see if you could find this older brother of his.

however, once you arrived back in the city, your plans were quickly derailed as the little brat seemed to have the attention span of a fruit fly, and was constantly trying to weasel his way into some other dangerous situation without you knowing.

“god dammit teucer”, you huffed, trying to keep up with the child. who let children have so much energy? your age must finally be catching up to you, you thought. “how about we go back to northland bank? you might like it there” you thought taking him back to your headquarters would stall the boy for enough time for you to find someone who might know the whereabouts of teucer’s brother. there weren’t too many snezhnayans in liyue--whoever his brother is, he can’t be far.

the little boy looked up at you with his big, blue puppy eyes, but you knew his act by now. “no buts, kid. if you’re lucky, we’ll be able to track down you’re brother there.” he sighed, relenting to your orders and following you back to northland bank.

the two of you climbed up the stairwell leading to the entrance of the bank on the second floor, teucer clearly dejected and pouting like a baby. exhausted, you pushed open the doors that you were so familiar with, and ushered the child inside.

much to your surprise, you see tartaglia talking with ekaterina in the lobby. it had been quite a while since you had seen your superior in person, and the surprise certainly was not unwelcome. sometimes you couldn’t stand the man’s smug attitude, yet there was something in his rogueish charisma that you simple couldnt deny attracted you to him.

teucer also seemed to be excited by this sighting of the red-headed harbinger, the little boy’s eyes lighting up with unbridled excitement.

“brother!”

wait. was tartaglia the older brother teucer had been talking about all along?

childe turned around, distracted by teucer’s voice, and upon seeing the little boy, his eyes lit up—first with surprise, then with confusion.

“teucer? what the heck are you doing here in liyue?”

he left the fatui agent with a befuddled look upon her face, and ran towards the child. teucer jumped up into his brother’s broad arms, and they grasped each other in a tight hug, like they had not seen each other for at least an eternity.

ruffling teucer’s hair, tartaglia softened, with an expression unlike anything you had really seen him wear before. he really must care about his family, you thought to yourself.

“so you’re the older brother this little tyke has been talking nonstop about”, you teased tartaglia, elbowing him in his side. “you know, he’s thrown me for a loop this entire day. i didnt think babysitting was part of the job requirement.”

the red-head chuckled abashedly, scratching his head. “sorry about that, [y/n]. the little guy can’t seem to bear being away from his favorite big brother.”

teucer laughed. he truly looked so happy to be with tartaglia again, which made you wonder what the harbinger was like when not on the job. you had known him to be a ruthless war machine, a hedonistic killer who thrived off of the rush battle and bloodshed gave him. childe could take down a dozen men, twice his size, in a matter of minutes, hardly breaking a sweat. yet seeing him interact with teucer, almost a little mini-sized version of himself, his gentleness and care surprised you. perhaps there was more to the man than you had initially thought.

teucer finally detaching himself from tartaglia, looked up at his brother with those same puppy eyes, now full of admiration. “are you here to sell toys to the liyue children, too?”, the child asked. toys? what toys could he possibly be referring to? you and ekaterina, both, looked at childe with confusion.

tartaglia stuttered for a moment. “oh! uhh— yes! yes i am! i was just talking with the nice lady, ms. ekaterina, on how many toys we can sell to all the children in liyue!” he responded, hardly missing a beat. did teucer not know what childe’s actual occupation was?

“wow! my brother really is the coolest person ever!” teucer leaped up and down, hanging onto tartaglia’s pantlegs. looking at this young, untainted innocence, you begun to understand why childe might try and shield the child from the truth.

childe detached the excitable child from his clothing, and beckoned ekaterina over. “ms. ekaterina, would you do me the grand favor of watching teucer for the rest of the day? i’d hate to burden our friend [y/n] after they have already brought him to liyue from celestia-knows-where.” he turns to teucer, telling him “big brother ajax is going to sell many, many toys now! so you need to behave yourself when i’m gone, okay? miss ekaterina will be watching you, and she’s very nice.” he pinches his brother’s cheek, teasing him lightly, and ushering him away with the fatui agent.

it’s now just you and tartaglia in the bank, as the sun was setting and all the other employees had gone home for the day. you heaved a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of baby-sitting duty, after having to deal with teucer’s antics for several hours now.

“i’m really sorry about all of that. i had no idea he would be coming, as a stowaway, no less.” the man looked at you with genuine gratitude. “i don’t want to imagine what might’ve happened to the little brat if you hadn’t been there.”

you chuckled, not quite used to seeing such sincerity coming from the harbinger. most of the time, you had been accustomed to his charismatic facade that he puts on when he becomes childe, the eleventh and one of the most dangerous members of the fatui harbingers.

“don’t worry, it really was no problem. your brother is certainly a handful, but undeniably adorable”, you said, mindlessly gathering your belongings again as you prepared to head out again. “he takes after his older brother quite a bit, i must say.”

“come again?” childe looked behind him, eyebrow cocked.

“oh— nothing. i didnt say anything”, you muttered. shit. you really need to get better at keeping your mouth shut. you refused to be known as the insolent fool with the puppy-love crush on the goddamn eleventh fatui harbinger.

“oh? that didnt really sound like nothing, my dear [y/n].” he smirked. whenever he called you “my dear”, you knew you were in for major teasing. he was definitely having fun with this. he strode towards you innocently, with that usual swagger of his, that tinted everything he did. his walk, his talk, his appearance all oozed confidence, and it was utterly intoxicating.

tartaglia now looked at you with a glint in his eye, the same look he gave enemies before he was about to utterly obliterate them. it was frightening, yet terribly alluring, and you despised how much you fell for it.

suddenly, you felt your back hit the cold, marble wall. you hadn’t even realized that tartaglia had cornered you against a gold pillar, his mere presence forcing you to unconsciously move away from him as he approached you, calculatedly. a lump growing in your throat, you couldn’t bring yourself to even utter a single word in defense, only feeling your cheeks grow hotter and your legs grow weaker.

tartaglia leaned his arm against the pillar, dangerously close to your head, effectively propping himself up with only you between him. you were far too aware of the space—or rather, the lack thereof—separating the two of you, the man’s hot breath audible in the dead, echoing silence of the golden bank.

tartaglia smirked, bringing his face close to yours. “you flatter me greatly, [y/n].” smirking, his breath grazed against your neck, his stare burning into your flesh. the way your name sounded on his lips made your breath hitched in your throat. too hot, you felt way too hot. it was impossible for a hydro user to make you feel such unbearable heat.

“seems as if your clever words aren’t of any use to you now, hmm?” you could feel the mans lips brushing against your jaw, each touch against you leaving a stinging trail. he brought his free hand to caress your own, fingers clasping yours as if you were made of a delicate porcelain, the finest kind liyue had to offer. slowly, as if dragging out each second as long as he could, tartaglia brought your hand to his lips, and planted a long, slow kiss to the back of your palm.

your eyes widened at the sheer eroticism with which he kissed your hand—an act commonly of etiquette somehow being much more lustful, even debauched when tartaglia did it. all you could feel was where his lips met your hand, the phantom burn it left, the slight string of saliva connecting his lips to your hand as he left it, the dark gaze in his eyes as he looked back up at you, clearly aware of how vulnerable you were in his grasp.

“thank you again, my dear. i hope we can continue to work together in the future.”

a/n: jesus christ this got really horny at the end LMFAO anyways i hope you like it! its kinda long but wtv

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe imagines #childe headcanons #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia imagines #childe x y/n #tartaglia x y/n

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buckyskorpion · 4 years

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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 5

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of violence

A/N: sooooo..... lets not mention the last time i updated this fic was four years, and get excited that im finally updating!! woo!! i really hope this was worth the wait, im very anxious about letting you guys down. let me know what you honestly think! love u all, thank u for sticking with me

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You stay in Nat’s apartment in the Tower for the rest of your heat, which lasts an entire week. Nat comes and goes throughout that time to make sure you’re drinking enough water, to make you dinner or run you a bath, or sometimes just to keep you company when you’re capable of that. She doesn’t stay long, though, aware her presence just makes the unbearableness of going through heat even worse. She also doesn’t mention Bucky’s clothes or anything about that first day, which you’re immeasurably grateful for. You don’t think you could talk about it without crying.

To say you’re humiliated is an understatement. Mixed with that is all this guilt and shame and self-hatred for inflicting that situation on you and Bucky. Mostly for Bucky. He had made it so very clear he was only comfortable helping you with the scent thing, and even with that there were boundaries. You had blown through them all by showing up to his apartment, triggering both your instincts to do things you couldn’t control, and now he probably resented you enough to never want to see you again.

You don’t blame him. It doesn’t stop it from hurting so much, though.

You’ve well and truly fucked yourself now. Not only is it omega instincts driving you towards Bucky now, but also your own stupid, naive heart. You miss his giant hands and broad shoulders that block out the world for a second, narrowing your scope to just the two of you. You miss the way you can breathe around him, how the world doesn’t feel so scary and foreign to you when he’s by your side. It’s crazy because you weren’t even close, you weren’t even really friends, but now you never will be because you’re so goddamn stupid it’s actually astounding.

Nat’s plan had not worked. And this time, you couldn’t even blame her for this colossal backfire. This is all your handiwork.

You’re back in your office, returning to work once your fever died down and you could stand to be in the vicinity of other alphas without passing out. Maybe you’re tapping rather aggressively on your keyboard, and maybe all the techies on the floor can hear you sigh and groan in frustration every two seconds and are sending you strange looks through the glass. Whatever, you’re their boss, they can’t say anything. Besides, your boss has requested some rather strange security upgrades and you’re not sure if it’s within your job description to email Tony Stark and say what the fuck?

It turns out you don’t have to, because Tony Stark comes to you. It’s not often he takes part in the day to day workings of Stark Industries - that’s your job, after all. But he comes striding into your office eating an apple and wearing sunglasses during the middle of the day, and points a ringed finger at you.

“You’re back,” he says, and you find yourself glancing down at your baby-blue pantsuit just to make sure you are, in fact, back. Stark takes a very pointed breath through his nose and adds, “You smell terrible. This is great!”

“Great?” You can’t help but sound bitter. Your smell is hardly great to you. Even after sweating out your entire body-weight and taking more showers than is considered healthy, you still smell like Bucky. You can’t escape him - not your thoughts, not your heart, and certainly not the way your skin seems to emanate him like he’s crawled underneath and set up shop. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, because it’s not real, and just serves to remind you of the terrible mistake you’ve made. You hope beyond hope Stark doesn’t recognise the other alpha scent clinging to your pores.

“Yes, great. I need your help,” he says, sitting down in a chair opposite your desk. You glance at the specs you have open on your computer, the strange security upgrades he wants you to make to the Tower, and then back to Stark’s million-dollar smile. It’s unsettling. You feel a headache forming before he even opens his mouth.

“If this has anything to do with these emails-“

“Those can wait,” Stark says, waving a dismissive hand at your computer. He lobs his applecore into the bin beside your desk as if to punctuate his point, then says, “This is a request on behalf of the Avengers.”

“Um,” you say, rather eloquently. Avengers? What on earth could they want with you, unless- you groan, rolling your eyes to the ceiling. “Natasha.”

“She highly recommended your expertise,” Stark says, and that headache brewing in your temples blooms into a full-blown migraine. He stands, smooths out his slacks, and says without room for question, “Follow me.”

This is how you end up back in the residential floors of the Tower, much to your chagrin, which Stark seems to pick up on. The closer you get to Bucky’s floor the more fidgety you become, heart racing and skin turning clammy until you watch the numbers fly by and you leave him somewhere in the clouds above Manhattan. The elevator doors ding open to a floor that seems to go on forever, full of gym equipment and fancy simulation tech you figure the Avengers must use to train. You find Natasha’s red head on the sparring mats, tackling someone to the ground with her thighs, and glare daggers as you follow Stark into the room.

“She’s alive!” Natasha calls across the room, ignoring your death glare for a knowing smirk. Her voice echoes through the warehouse-style gym floor, drawing the attention of the others in the room. The Avengers, and all of a sudden you feel like an eighteen year old kid watching aliens attack New York on a grainy satellite TV in the desert again. This is like meeting celebrities on another level. Steve Rogers finishes wrapping his hands as he walks over to you and Stark, Sam Wilson beside him, and Natasha gives Clint Barton a hand to help him up from the mats.

“What have you roped me into now, Nat?” you ask, not bothering to hide your frustration. You’ve just about had it with her meddling, but you should’ve known it was a pipe dream to think she would stop.

“We know you’re very busy, we won’t take up much of your time,” Steve Rogers says, extending a hand and introducing himself like he needs to. Captain America needs no introduction.

“I know who you all are,” you say, giving them a nod. “And you’re right, I am busy. So why am I here?”

“You and Nat must get along like a house on fire,” Clint says, earning him an elbow in the gut from Nat herself. You grin, all sharp in the way Nat tells you looks scary in a hot way, and watch as he subtly shifts behind Nat as if to hide behind her smaller frame. It’s only then that you register the scents mingling between them, and realise that Clint Barton is Nat’s omega. She grins at you, beatific and serene, as if she can read your thoughts and knows exactly what you’ve just figured out.

“Let’s not hold (Y/n) up any longer,” Nat says, grinning in a way that always spells trouble for you. “She’s a woman in high demand.”

Stark leads them to what seems to be a large empty space in the training facility, but it’s soon filled with hologram projections from a tiny Starkpad he pulls from his pocket. You fall into step beside Nat, using your height advantage to glare down at her and convey the level to which you want to strangle her right now. She just loops her arm with yours and kisses you on the cheek, frustrating your attempts at intimidation before you can even begin. Bloody Russian spies, you grumble to yourself as you come a halt in front of the holograms.

You’re looking at building specs, that much is obvious. Why, though, is entirely lost on you. The structure is a tall hexagonal building reminding you of a panopticon, with security floors in the centre and what seem to be prison cells surrounding them. Details jump out from Stark’s hologram - security cameras, miniature guards patrolling the floors, thermally sealed doors and electromagnetic force-fields on the cells. It’s a prison, you surmise, and you’re starting to get a bad feeling as to why you’re here.

You turn to Nat and say, “I’m not going back in the field.”

She pats your arm with only a tiny bit of condescension and says, “I’m not asking you to.”

“You’re my Head of Security,” Stark says, then gestures to the hologram building, “If you can design impenetrable security systems, surely you can undo them.”

“You want me to help you break into this place?” you ask. The team all nod, and you look back at the intimidating, virtual-blue building in front of you. “It’s a fortress.”

“Yeah, they really upped the anti on security since I was in there,” Sam Wilson says, earning him a reproachful look from Steve. It does nothing to soothe the anxiety starting to thread through your chest. Failing the Avengers doesn’t seem like an option, but from where you’re standing, neither is breaking into this facility.

“I’ll need to know what it is first,” you say, “Then I can try and help you. Emphasis on try. I’m not a miracle worker.”

“It’s called the Raft,” Steve says, his face growing stony and set as he talks. “It’s a prison designed for enhanced persons by Secretary Ross. After Germany, I broke Sam, Scott, and Clint out. But Wanda-“

“We need to get her out of there,” Clint says. You pretend not to notice as beside you Nat discreetly takes his hand, rubbing her thumb across his bruised knuckles.

“Leave the search and rescue to us,” Stark says, and you watch him shift uncomfortably under some inscrutable looks Steve and Sam are giving him, “We just need your help on how to get into the joint.”

“Simple,” you breathe, but only Nat laughs. This seems like an impossible task, but from the look of everyone around you, failure isn’t an option. You’re going to have to make the impossible possible. It’s a good thing you’ve had some experience with that - in the military, trapped into sand-filled corners with no foreseeable way out, it really did seem like you were working miracles to stay alive out there. You swallow past a dry mouth and blink through desert-gunked eyes, say, “I’ll need that Starkpad, and some time.”

“You have forty-eight hours,” Stark says. The hologram disappears in a blink as he throws the Starkpad, no bigger than your palm, which you only just manage to catch. Stark clicks his fingers, as if an idea as just occurred to him, and says, “Oh, I almost forget to tell you! The Raft is underwater. Completely submerged, middle of the ocean, super top-secret. Fun, right?”

Your heart drops to your stomach. Fun is not the word you you would use. Only forty-eight hours to break into the most secure facility in the country, if not the world? This day couldn’t possibly blindside you anymore.

As if the universe is conspiring against you, FRIDAY’s voice chimes in from overhead speakers to say, “Mr Stark, Sergeant Barnes is on his way to the gym floor.”

You feel your whole body lock up, heart seizing in your chest - Bucky? Here? You weren’t prepared to see him yet, or speak to him. What would you say? How could you apologise for one of the worst crimes you may have ever committed, and you’ve killed people? Natasha unloops her arm from yours, tries to soothe you with a hand on your back but it does nothing for the anxiety shooting sparks throughout your blood stream.

“How many times have I got to tell that illiterate Soviet popsicle, he’s not on the fucking team,” Stark grumbles, storming towards the elevators with a scowl. Steve clenches his fists, glaring after Stark but Sam holds him back. He mutters something only Steve can hear which makes him close his eyes and exhale sharp through his nose - frustrated, but calming by the nanosecond.

It’s a shame nobody thought to do the same for you.

“What did you just call him?” you say, ignoring Natasha’s warning murmur of your name as you follow after Stark. Maybe you still have some residually elevated hormones from your heat, or you really are just a lovesick idiot who can’t control her temper, but whatever it is has you absolutely incensed. Stark stops dead, clearly caught off guard by the venom in your voice, and spins on his heel to stare at you incredulously.

“Excuse me?” he says, blinking owlishly at you as you lean up into his space. You’re aware you’re overstepping the boss/employee line, but you can’t help yourself. The rage is brewing, and with each laboured breath Bucky’s scent grows stronger and stronger until it’s all you can smell. It settles over your skin like armour, and the urge to protect that hold on you, to protect him, is beyond your control - it’s primal.

“Don’t talk about him like that, ever,” you snarl, watching with satisfaction as Stark’s eyes turn round and wide.

He glances behind you towards his friends and says, “Are we sure she isn’t an alpha? Sheesh.”

“Tony,” Natasha warns, but it’s too late. You use the palm of your hand to slam into Stark’s solar plexus. You kick out his kneecap and he drops on one knee, wheezing and gasping for air. It all happens so fast you can’t even think about the repercussions of assaulting your boss, let alone what’s driven you to do it in the first place.

“I don’t need to be an alpha to kick your ass,” you hiss, glaring down at Stark who looks up at you like you have, in fact, lost your mind.

At that moment, the elevator dings and reveals Bucky practically seething behind the elevator doors. He storms in, larger than life - in the week or so it’s been since you’ve seen him, you’ve somehow forgotten how physically intimidating he actually is. You immediately step back from Stark’s kneeling figure, feeling the strange need to hide your hands behind your back like a kid caught with the cookie jar. Bucky glances wildly between you, Stark on the ground, and the ring of Avengers in different states of attempting to intervene. He heaves ragged breaths and is emitting a scent that threatens to take you to your knees, too. Authoritative, powerful, protective.

That submissive, animalistic side of you makes you really hate being an omega sometimes.

“Why is she here?” Bucky asks someone behind you, probably Natasha. He swings his, frankly, frightening gaze to Stark and demands with just as much venom as you had, “What did you do to her.”

“Jesus Christ, nothing!” Stark wheezes, clutching at the spot on his chest you’ve definitely bruised. He points an accusing finger at you and cries, “She hit me!”

“I’m so sorry,” you say, feeling your hands start to shake where you clutch them behind your back. You look to Bucky like maybe he can explain, which makes you sick to your stomach because he’s not yours to look towards. Now, more than ever, that is abundantly clear. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“I do!” Natasha pipes up behind you, helpful as ever. Bucky glares at her for you this time, releasing you of his burning-hot stare. His gaze has the power to paralyse you, and you need to get away from him, this, all of it - right now. You don’t get a chance to, however, before Natasha once again sticks her foot in it and says, “She was defending your honour, James.”

“Yeah, and I’ve no idea why. One quick google search should tell you he doesn’t need any-“

It takes you a second to realise the snarling, growling sound echoing through the gym is coming from you. Your face burns as you roll your lips together, cutting the sound off completely. For your entire life you’ve been headstrong and confident, but this whole experience with Bucky from the very first day you met him has shaken your entire self-perception. Everything you’ve known has been turned upside down - it was easy when all alphas were assholes, and you were one omega they couldn’t fuck with. Now, you stare down at your shoes and refuse to look in Bucky’s direction because he’s affected you so much you can’t even control yourself anymore. The worst part is that it’s entirely your own doing, because Bucky made it very clear you aren’t the one he wants, so everything you’re doing right now is just incredibly humiliating.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky’s voice makes you shudder. Looking at him would surely make you burst into flames, from embarrassment of the last time you saw him which you can’t even think about, or from the shame of pathetically defending a man who doesn’t want anything to do with you. He doesn’t even want you here, storming up to ask why you’re in his home in the first place.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, giving Bucky a wide berth as you head for the elevators. You can’t get there fast enough, practically sprinting to press the close-door button as fast as you can.

“Wait-“

And then, the absolute worst thing happens. You almost crush the Starkpad still in your hand from clenching your fist so hard - you have to, in order to keep your hands by your sides and not in Bucky’s personal space. Because just as the doors are about to slide closed, he slips in between them and FRIDAY seals you both in. The elevator fills with Bucky Bucky Bucky, just like your heat-addled brain has been chanting at you since you stumbled into his apartment a week ago.

Bucky stares at you wide-eyed, and you stare back just the same. This could possibly be your worst nightmare come to life, especially when the elevator screeches to a halt and FRIDAY’s dulcet tones hammer your fate home.

“I appear to be having some technical difficulties,” FRIDAY says, sounding confused if an AI can sound like anything. “I’m so sorry, I’m trying to fix this. It seems someone is manually overriding my control of the elevator.”

“Nat,” you groan, in unison with Bucky. So that’s it. You’re stuck in an elevator with Bucky and are being forced to face the music, by the powers that be. The powers being Natasha, a no good meddler who is going to be in a world of pain when you get out of here. Alpha be damned.

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interstellarflowers · 3 years

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Professor Parker Ch. 1| Professor, Peter Parker x Student, Reader

a/n this fic doesn’t follow the marvel cinematic universe but assume that peter has been what he’s been through with the exception that tony lived, and bruce is still bruce, sorry but i just can't deal with endgame hulk/bruce rn emotionally or mentally. im sorry nat is still dead but dw i'll actually treat it with respect unlike endgame like goddamn where was her funeral, am i right? the stages of grief thing they did was interesting though. im sorry i digress, this is set in nyc (because heyo im a new yorka) and the avengers/stark tower is still a thing, peter is fucking traumatized and has turned kind of cold as a result. this fic may contain a smut chapter in the future? not sure yet, where this fic goes depends on the feedback, thanks for reading also sorry im not the proudest of this first chapter so ill probably edit it but promise itll only improve from here just not in the best mental state rn

University life wasn’t exactly everything that you imagined it to be. There was hardly time to do anything that people claimed was good about coming to university. The parties, the epic heartbreaks, and romances, they were just nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing particularly extravagant about your experience thus far. You went to class, studied, and went to your internship. Your internship was probably the most exciting thing about your life at the moment, you were lucky to be accepted into the Stark Industries student internship, the company paid college tuition and only required around twenty hours of lab work a week, you couldn’t complain. Of course, the exciting part of the whole ordeal was the name attached to it, “Stark,” not that you had ever met him, but it was nice to have a unique feature like that in such an impressive student body.

So here you were on the first day of your third year of university. You lived off-campus, about a five-minute walk from the Stark Tower, but a twenty-minute subway ride to your campus. However, having an 882 square foot space to yourself was really nothing you could truly complain about despite the distance. The studio apartment being yet another benefit reaped from Stark Industries. Thank you Tony Stark, the unseen benevolent God in your life.

Typically you would start your mornings off quietly and in no rush, a shower, a cup of coffee, maybe some studying before heading off to your campus, but your phone had other plans for you today. Instead of your alarm going off like it was supposed to, you were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud car horn, and oh how grateful you were for that. As soon as you were jolted awake you shifted to grab your phone and turned it over to see an alarming 8:40am glaring back at you.

Holy shit. You were late.

You scrambled out of bed nearly face planting several times in your hurry to get dressed and only barely ran out the door with everything you needed at 8:47am.

By the time you managed to get to the subway and clamor onto the right train it was already 8:55am. Out of breath and panicking, you considered your options. You could explain after class, you could shoot an email, there were a plethora of things you could do but none of them seemed to justify being late as a third-year to a level 500 class. You had googled all of your professors while registering for classes as was common practice. You couldn’t find a RateMyProfessor on Professor...Parker? You were pretty sure it was Professor Parker, but you do remember seeing on the STEM department page that he was currently a Ph.D. student, so you could only hope that as a fellow student he would be at least a little understanding towards your lateness.

You stood outside of the lecture hall huffing and trying to catch your breath at 9:32am, psyching yourself up, you pushed open the door to the class and attempted to go unnoticed. The class was in a lecture hall despite being only composed of around thirty students, so if you were lucky maybe nobody would even see-

“Ms.(y/l/n), I presume?.” Shit.

“Professor Parker?” Shit.

“You are aware that class starts at 9am, and not 9:30am, would this be correct Ms.(y/l/n)?”

“Yes, Professor, it’s just that I had an emergency.” The lying route. Not exactly the highlight of your academic career.

“I regret to inform you that I only take valid excuses Ms.(y/l/n), please take a seat, and next time, don’t bother disrupting class halfway through the lesson.” Fuck. You mustered a quiet “ok,” and a small nod before escorting yourself to the back of the room, thirty-something eyes following you until you sat down.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the class, it was just too embarrassing, time moved forward but you couldn’t help but be stuck on what had just happened. For the first ten minutes after sitting down you felt like dropping out of the whole class out of sheer fucking humiliation. This was of course before you reminded yourself that this class was a requirement to graduate in your field of study. You quietly bargained with yourself before sighing quietly and settling on the conclusion that Professor Parker was just a dick. A dick who certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction of you switching out of his class. If he wanted to be like that, you decided, you would simply return the favor.

“I know, Ms.(y/ln), why don’t you tell us DeBroglie’s equation?”

“With pleasure, Professor Parker.” Yeah, you’d return the favor alright.

“Ms.(y/l/n), you stay.” Fuck that. You looked the other way and feigned ignorance as you kept making your way towards the door. About to leave, the door shut on your face.

“What the fuck!” You jumped before turning around and you felt your face heat up.

“Ms.(y/l/n), please refrain from using profanities in my classroom.”

“I’m sorry Professor Parker. I was just startled.”

“Mhm,” he took his glasses off and laid them on his desk, “Just don’t do it in the future Ms.(y/l/n).”

“Of course. My name is (y/n), by the way, Professor Parker, you can just call me that, actually, I prefer that people refer to me by (y/n).”

“Rest assured, I’m aware of your name, Ms.(y/l/n). My name is Peter, but you can continue to call me Professor Parker.” You could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knew what he was fucking doing, asshole. You held back from rolling your eyes into the back of your head.

“Of course, Professor Parker.”

“As you know, Ms.(y/l/n), I did request that you stay after class.”

“Oh? I sincerely apologize Professor Parker, I really didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sure, Ms.(y/l/n).” Fucking. Dick.

“Well, what exactly did you want Professor Parker? I do have another class soon.” Professor Parker narrowed his eyes at you in obvious distaste before reaching behind himself into a bin underneath his desk and pulling out a stack of papers,

“These are the handouts you missed from the beginning of the class. Textbook requirements, syllabus...Crucial information to have if you care to succeed in my class Ms.(y/l/n).” So coldly, so maliciously, Professor Parker placed the stack into your arms.

“I take my work very seriously, Ms.(y/l/n), I do my part as your professor so I only have the simple request that my students do the same.” You nodded feeling your face heat up again.

“Of course, Professor Parker, it won’t happen again,” you said with a tightlipped smile.

“Mhm,” Professor Parker turned around and began shuffling around some paper and without giving you a second glance said, “You are dismissed.” You nodded and hurriedly made your way out of his classroom. Of course, you had lied. You didn’t have another class until late in the afternoon. So you called your coworker instead,

“Hey, Harvey.”

“(y/n).”

“Wow, okay, don’t get too excited.”

“Sorry, just woke up.”

“Tsk, the early bird gets the worm, Harvey.”

“I don’t want a worm.”

“Fuck you. I’m headed to the lab, can I expect you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You had been working with Harvey for around four years now, he was quite the impressive specimen, having attended MIT and graduating Summa Cum Laude at age 20 was no easy feat, he was closer to Tony Stark than you would ever get, he was quite personable, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. You’d never tell him that though, he didn’t need another ego boost. Besides, you had some connections of your own.

“Hey, (y/n).”

“Banner!”

“Can we expect Harvey today?”

“Honestly, not sure.” You both knowingly smiled at each other before you made your way over to what he was working on,

“Do you ever get bored here?”

“With you and the other idiot always running around? How could I?” You laughed,

“No, seriously, like wouldn’t you rather be doing nerd shit with Tony or something? Isn’t it a little tiresome babysitting us?”

“Tiring? Maybe sometimes, but not nearly as tiring as doing ‘nerd shit’ with Tony. He’s exhausting,” Bruce smiled at his own joke, “I don’t mind playing babysitter at all kid.” He fiddled with the handle of a mug that read, “Don’t be so Na Cl,” which you had gotten him a year back as a joke, but he still used it.

You really loved Bruce for all he was. Since losing your family back in 2012 during the battle in NYC, you didn’t really have any familial figures. But since landing this internship you found yourself with a parental figure again, and you would never be able to put into words how much it meant to you, so you didn’t. Besides, you didn’t want him to feel pressured about it, especially after everything he had been through himself. Frying half your body and losing the love of your life in such a short span of time was really nothing less than horrifying. Yet, here he was, smiling, laughing...You loved him for it.

“First day of junior year? How was that?”

“Shit.”

“Huh?” Bruce stopped tinkering with the device in his hands and looked over at you, “I’ve never heard of a course being too hard for (y/n) (y/l/n), what is it? Aerospace? Quantum?”

“No, just one giant dick.”

“Pardon-”

“My professor, he’s a fucking asshole.”

“Ah, I see. If he’s really harassing you (y/n), I don’t mean to overstep, I really think we should alert administration, what’s his name?” Bruce took a sip of his coffee.

“Professor Parker,” Bruce choked on his coffee, “Oh my God, Bruce, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” he said, still coughing, “Just a little too strong.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce caught his breath, “What did he do kid?”

“He’s just a dick that’s all.”

“You sure you don’t want me to do something about it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I don’t know what you could do anyways. Thank you though.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

Sitting at your desk stressing over school work at 3am, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Everything appeared ordinary. The ordinary cup of tea, the familiar glow of your computer, and a morning chill creeping through your window. It was all so breathtakingly normal until there was a rap on your window. You took an earbud out of your ear, certain you were just hearing things, you looked to your window. Holy shit.

You opened your window wide so that he could crawl in.

“(y/n)?”

“Mr.Spiderman.” Still too in shock to fully process the situation you started to take in the scene in front of you,

“Please, it’s just Spiderman.”

“Oh-Oh my God, what happened?” Head to toe the suit seemed to have blood seeping through, tears in the body of the suit revealed gashes and a bullet wound.

“Bad guys. I know this guy-said he knew a medical student close by, you are (y/n)? Right?”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m really just a student, I’m not really a prof-”

“This guy, he said you might as well be.”

“I don’t know Mr.Spiderman, really, maybe I could take you to the hospital though.”

“-Spiderman, it’s just Spiderman, listen, (y/n), you know I can’t go to a hospital, it would ruin this whole secret identity thing I got going on here, and this guy, he’s probably the smartest guy I know, so if he says you can handle it, you can.” You swallowed and nodded,

“Yeah-” you wring your hands together, “Yeah-Sorry, let me go get my first aid kit.”

#tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #spiderman #spiderman x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #bruce banner #tony stark #iron man #idk #sorry #ill prolly rewrite this seven times

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jojothembo · 3 years

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Love Galore (La Squadra x Reader)

so im back this is probably gonna be a hot mess but happy new year!

TW: sexual content nsfw under the cut, gangbang, orgy, slapping, slight dacryphilia, mentions of breeding (still gender neutral), face fucking, oral, creampie

“Ah, they’re playing hard to get how cute”. illuso taunted you, he twisted your nipples as Formaggio spread your legs. You were pressed onto the couch Surrounded by a huddle of hungry men as they decided who would get the first pick. The sunken living room of the new base proved quite helpful for “team meetings”. The fireplace behind the couch washed your body in a warm yellow glow as your associates began undressing you.

“Well, I guess if we’re already here I might as well start.

With that Formaggio pulled you into a kiss as he pressed and kneaded your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck giving you something to hold on to. You could still feel Illuso behind you twisting and tugging at your chest, growing impatient with the man on top of you.

“No time to get shy sugar” Formaggio teases against your neck, sliding one hand down to unzip his pants. Your breath began to hitch as the man behind you started kissing down your neck, you hardly had half a mind to feel Formaggio press the tip of his cock against your entrance. Your eyes meet his as he strokes your cheek and pushes into you. A soft moan escapes your lips causing you to turn your eyes from your room of assassins ready to defile you.

Formaggio began pressing his hips into yours folding you up into the couch losing himself in the sensation of fucking you for show. You couldn’t hold back your volume as his movements became rougher. You moaned his name as he

“Ah! Nico!”

Hearing you say his name just fueled the fire inside of him. He fucked you into the sofa causing your legs to shake and tremble with each thrust, Formaggio leans back and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Too. Fucking. Tight ah! Fucking christ honey!”

His hips snapped up into you as illuso finally grew tired of his position behind you. He hopped the wrap-around couch of the conversation pit

And gripped your jaw towards him watching you and your curves being pushed onto the sofa.

“How about you and I give them a real show?”

Illuso runs his fingers up Formaggio’s back causing him to buck his hips up one last time as he shot him inside you, spilling his cum inside of. Formaggio glares at Illuso as he zips up his pants

“Not fucking cool man.”

Illuso snickers before grabbing your arm and drags you to the coffee table before illuso could grab hold of you, slamming your face down on the chilled varnished cherry wood. You can feel the prying eyes in the sunken living room. The warm low lighting on your flushed skin as you felt a hand grip your jaw.

“Hey, Prosciutto Hold them down for me.” excitement brushed up inside of you as you heard Prosciutto's footsteps circle the table. You glanced through your peripheral as he pushed your plush thigh to your chest folding you up to get a better look.

“You're a goddamn mess, looks like we’re gonna have to whip you into shape .”

You tried to shift your face towards Prosciutto until you feel Illuso’s fingers grip the sides of your throat

“Eyes on me baby.”

Your eyes lock with his zipper, slowly unzipping his pants, anticipation building in your stomach being tugged and roughed up between two hitmen in heat. Prosciutto rushing to unbutton his pants, illuso wasting no time preparing your mouth pumping his cock with his free hand as he ran his thumb over your lips.

“You can take both of us can’t you?” with that you felt Prosciutto spit on your hole prying you open with his thumb before pressing the tip of his cock inside you. You whimper at the sensation of being filled again, hardly having half a mind to notice Illuso’s cock being pressed in between your lips, he smacks your cheek and pushes inside the warmth of your mouth causing you to choke around the base of it.

“That’s right take it all honey.” Illuso practically groans your name as he fucks your mouth, prosciutto grabbing your hips practically slamming his cock inside of you. You tried to steady yourself on the table between both bodies Prosciutto places his hand on your tummy to fell the growing bulge as he fucked you

“Do you feel me cara?” he begged for a response by picking up the pace, slamming your body down on his cock as you tried to keep steady sucking off Illuso. Tossed up and down, back and forth between the two of them as you notice another body closing in. out of the corner of your eye you can see the brush of lavender hair peak into your vision, caught up in table-top debauchery. He palmed his growing erection through his bodysuit.

“Don’t mind me, dearest, I want you when your full and ready.” Melone licks his lips at the sight of your fucked out blushing expression, Prosciutto scoffed at Melone as he continues fucking in to at a vigorous pace, his hand came down on your thigh causing you to jolt again.

“You got it bad for me don’t you, you fucking whore.” his hand came down striking your chest causing you to yelp around Illuso’s cock.the vibration of your mouth sent shivers down Illuso’s spine as he let his cock hit the back of your throat. Every time you choked around him prosciutto could feel you grip and tense around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm. Melone finally gave in to his instincts, stripping off his clothes in record time. Boldness is what took over your mind as you try to reach for Melone’s cock, drunk of voyeuristic sex, ready to be used. Melone melted into the grip of your hand as you felt your body reach full occupancy, you could here much he was enjoying it.

“Would you look at that, so eager for me already~” a blush blankets your face as your body tries it's hardest to move in time with the men hovering over you. Melone grabs your wrist leading your hand up and down his cock “touch me all you like deary~” with that you begin to stroke the base of his cock, jerking his length out of rhythm as Prosciutto cums inside you without warning, your legs twitching as he snapped his hips hard against you, watching the small strands of blonde hair plaster his forehead above you

“Take it,

“Such a good little slut for us aren't you bunny~” Illuso snaps his hips into your mouth, gripping your jaw as he empties his cum in your mouth. Both of your teammates pulled out of your used body. Watching over you in depraved Melone slips your hand off his cock and pins your wrist down on the table”looks like there’s room for two on here” he practically pounces on top of you, caging you in with his body. He scooped you up onto his lap and started kissing down your disheveled body, taking your vulnerable state into consideration as he began to wrap your arms around his neck. “This way I can really feel you amore.” Your hand held onto his back. your moans became messy and broken as he tried to “puzzle-piece” your fucked out body unto his dick .He Pressed the tip against your sex, agonisingly slow before pushing inside you your nerves felt like firecrackers as he bottomed out “Melone ah!” you wailed as he moved your hips down onto his cock, your slick allowing him to stroke off inside you, pulsing and gushing around the right curve of his cock. His pace was methodical yet unpredictable as he watched your legs sputter.

” filled to the brim with cum, you feel like a fucking dream!” He fucked up into you making you grip for dear life moaning and whining as he rocked his hips “Ah di molto darling, hmm keep me inside you ah! Fuck!”.Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, his hands moved up and pressed into your back as he lowered you down onto the coffee table, he kept you legs folded on either side of him , letting your ankles meet your elbows as he arched your back, he pulled your hips in to his, plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he buried himself inside of you.“

“Don’t struggle -Ah!God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

Melone pressed his hands into your hips

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime” your mind was slipping in and out of reality as you noticed two bodies approach the coffee table

As Melone bucked his hips you pulsed around his cock on the brink of climax, the heat rushing through your body right to your sex “your gonna cum for me aren’t you! Ah go ahead please Deary Ahh~” the tension in your core was seething hot, begging for release making you shamelessly desperate, letting prying eyes size you up and down. That’s all you were at that moment. A vessel for someone to feel pleasure. Hollowed out by moans and praises

Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, hands pressed behind you as he lowered you back down onto the coffee table, letting your ankles meet your elbows. Melone plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he stroked himself inside of you.

“Don’t struggle -Ah!, God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime orgasm crashed over your body in waves as Melone filled your body with his cum, his head fell back slowly pushing you off of his cock watching you spill out in the glossy low light.

Melone turned his attention to the couch again

“I think they might need a minute before taking another participant~”

“That it!” All you heard was someone shouting across the sunken living room, you were still hazy with satisfaction .you feel your limp body get pulled across the table and hauled over Ghiaccio’s shoulder. He threw you back down on your knees tilting your head up towards him.

“You wanna act like a slut you’ll get treated like one” he struck your cheek before unzipping his pants, starting to pump his hardens cock, you started to drag your young song the upward curve beginning to suck down the tip. He began pushing your head up and down at a punishing pace, slamming the back of your throat. You felt helpless as he used your mouth, watching you gag and choke. “I wanna here you cry” Ghiaccio pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, still holding your hair in his fist pulling you on all fours, facing away from him. He gripes you by your elbows pulling you up on your feet,your knees felt like giving out mad he pressed his cock against your entrance, pulling you into his cock by your arms, you started wailing and crying as he fucked you. You felt your knees tremble and shake every time he speed up abusing your sex from this angle, “I think you can be a little louder for me can’t you?” With that Ghiaccio warped his hands around your neck to leverage you on his cock causing you to let out a strained squeak of pleasure as you started pour out onto his cock, letting your comrade’s cum spill down your thighs while getting fucked. Ghiaccio was jackhammering into your as you sex continued to leak, his hips snapped behind you one more time as he emptied his cum inside you.

your mind was slipping in and out of as you noticed two bodies approach your body, still propped up on Ghiaccio’s cock . Sorbet and Gelato peering over your body as Ghiaccio finally let your body collapse,sprawled out on the shag carpet, the sheen layer of sweat covering your body as you scan the men above you. You notice a twitch in Gelato’s knees, sorbet with his hand in his pocket. I’d didn’t take long for you to know what was going on. “Oh we’re about to have so much fun with you.” Sorbet pulls his hand out of his pocket to reveal a small black remote pressing the button causing gelato to moan. “He’s very excited to play with you.” He tilted your face up to look at him grabbing a fistful of your hair and walked you back to the coffee table, he sat on the edge of it as you felt gelato come up behind you.

you turn your attention back to Sorbet and his jet black hair, and deep fierce eyes he was was already enjoying this. “He’s going to fuck your while I use your mouth sound good?” Before you could respond, Gelato was positioned Behind you, you heard sorbet unzip his pants. He placed his hand on The back of your head as you settled on your hands and knees between them. Sorbet guided your lips to the tip of his cock as you felt Gelato’s hands wander up and down your body, sorbet pressed the button on his remote causing gelato’s knees to cave in, his cock hard against your ass. “Start fucking them, I wanna know how they feel~” you here the sound of a belt unbuckle as gelato positions himself behind you. Coating his tip with the residual slick of your hole as Sorbet fucked your face. As gelato was pushing into you you could feel a low vibration as he pushed you down in the base of his cock which pulsed in between your hips backing just into his, you let out a moan around sobers cock any time the Gelato’s vibe hit against you at the right moment, your we’re being pulled back and forth between the two as Gelato became desperate to leave inside you, sorbet taunted the both of you from above “your taking the both of us so well, tell me how they feel, do they feel nice”

“Ah ha!- so tight- hmm! They feel so good!” Your mind was going blank as you were pumped full of cum in both ends watching the both of them exit you. There was a stillness in the room as you heard footsteps behind you.

“You didn’t think you were done did you” Risotto’s deep honeyd voice dripped from above you.all he had to do was snap his fingers and you turned in your knees following him over to the fireplace again. Risotto rested your head between his thighs. You felt his cock through his signature striped pants,looking up with pleading eyes.

“Go on now.” You unzip his pants, eying his impressive length, running your hand up the pierced shaft, you count six rungs of a silver Jacob's ladder leading up to the tip.

“I think you're more than ready.”

He grabs your wrist pulling you up on the couch, using his other hand to grip your waist, turning you around with your back on his broad chest. Your eyes hang low from exhaustion as Risotto locked you in a full nelson with your legs folded behind your head, forcing you to look down as his heavy, pierced cock. You dripped down the tip of his cock coating the tip with your less that decent display of “teamwork”

“your such a good little slut for your capo~” he starts pressing the head of his cock inside you causing you to whimper as he stretched you out. You legs twitched with in the constraint of the position, you felt like you were gonna break as you noticed the bulge in your stomach, griping and mewling as he began to move you up and down his shaft, the sensation of the silver bars rubbing inside of you as Risottos thick cock pounded you into a full break, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you screamed and moaned “ Ah! Fuck me capo! Keep fucking me please!”

Just before you cum he slams you down on his length one last time, “that's right beg for my cock beg for your capo.” making you scream and moan from all the overstimulation. You wanted him to ruin you. “Who else fucks you like this”

“Who owns you?” His hips buck one last time watching the bulge in your tummy expand being filled with your capo’s cum

Thoroughly fucked and strung out, your cheek still pressed into the table. just as you feel your eyelids flutter shut Risotto’s fingers traced gentle circles down your spine, Risotto’s touch caused goosebumps that ran in waves. He scooped you up in his arms. As everyone started to complain.

#lasquadra #la squadra x reader #n/s/f/w notsfw #notsfw #jjba #risotto x reader #jjba vento auero #RISOTTOS JACOBS LADDER #melonejjba #illusojjba #vento aureo

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personally, im also deep in the station 19 muck but like you i wish i wasn't. randomly watched it because pandemic and maya bishop is just so compelling, even with all the bad writing i still love her sm. is there anything you would want to see for season 4? your hair cut fic was so good and i cant stop thinking about how much better the season would have been had it ended like that instead.

first off, sorry to both of us for being here! but i guess let’s take escapism where can get it, hey. second, thank you so much for reading the fic!! i’m super honored you liked it <33

as for what i would want for s4...whew. a lot, lmao. i’ll put in under a cut to save my poor non-s19 followers.

mostly, i want them to please slow down the pacing. let story arcs breathe and build and develop. last season was so rushed—ryan’s death and rigo’s death and pruitt’s death all crammed in, andy and sullivan having a shotgun wedding out of nowhere, maya and carina fastforwarding to i love yous with only 30 second scenes and not a real date to be seen, vic hardly getting to process ripley—i could go on. it’s cheap and messy storytelling. cut it out.

i also really want them to let relationships do the same. i want to see the friendships that were so strained last season to grow again. show me andy, maya, and vic being friends and supporting each other!! for the love of god!! (show me andy and maya being friends, period. for the whole season. the whole goddamn season. no drama between them, only supporting each other through outside drama. if i have to see another season where these ‘best friends’ are at each other’s throats half the time, i swear to god.)

show me more team-as-family! a) i eat that shit up, and b) that’s supposed to be the underlying theme and premise of the show. show them laughing and goofing off together, show them holding each other up when things get tough, show them teasing each other to hell and back while they cook together in the beanery. invest in that again.

for the romances....develop that shit. honestly, i really hope andy and sullivan either break up or really do the fucking work to fix their relationship, because as-is, it’s a hot mess. and not a hot mess i particularly care to watch. i liked them fine in season 2, but the sullivan arc in s3 (which...not to out myself as having watched chicago fire, but which is a blatant rip-off of severide’s s1 arc in cf) puts him in a place where he’s not really ready for a relationship. and with the amount of shit they put andy through, she’s not, either. i know it’s impossible on a drama, but i would really like andy to be single this season? idk, i’m tired.

maya and carina better not be all sunshine and rainbows. they need to do the work! they need to show the work! after that rushed-ass ‘forgive me’ scene (where carina was...pressured into forgiving maya like the day after she cheated on her??? and that was framed as a good thing?? make it make sense), they deserve to show them actually navigating that broken trust and rebuilding something real. and as someone who doesn’t watch grey’s, i really don’t know carina very well? 90% of her scenes were her supporting maya through her ongoing breakdown (though a totally understandable breakdown! not criticizing maya for having trauma), so i’d like to see more of a balance of support in the relationship and more development of her as an individual apart from maya. she’ll be sticking around, and that will be much more interesting if she bonds with other members of the team.

dean and vic...look, my hands-down #1 wish for season 4 is that they treat vic hughes well, with respect, with screentime, and with a good arc. she’s the absolute best. and as much as i love dean miller (hint: a lot), he needs to start guzzling his respecting vic juice if the writers are gonna try to set up anything. personally, i’d really like to see them move past it? awkward crushes between friends happen. putting myself in dean’s shoes, living with one of my best friends who i’m also secretly crushing on, watching her play with my baby...it’d be a lot too!! but that doesn’t excuse being a dick, so i’d really like to see them take some time apart, and then start their friendship back up on a foundation of honesty and communication. because they’re so good, guys.

individual character notes!!!

well. i want every person at this goddamn station to go to therapy. they won’t, but i want them to.

andy needs to go to serious grief counseling after season 3. compounded by what’s bound to be a shitstorm from the discovery that her mother is alive? please. in regards to the whole mother arc, i really don’t want it her disappearance to have been like...gang-related. i’ve seen that posited as a theory, and that’s just a whole bundle of stereotypes we don’t need to get into. i also want the mom reveal to be the main revelation that takes up the majority of her arc the first half of the season, just to have time to process it. the captain’s race took up all of season 1—you can give this twist time to marinate properly.

vic hughes, my moon, my stars! i really loved the snippets of vic’s backstory that they gave us in s3. as someone who lost a family member to early-onset alzheimer’s in november, 3x09 was...oof. a lot. i love how they committed to fleshing out her past and her backstory more and i love the emotional depth barrett doss always brings to the screen. for season 4, i’d love to see vic get to process ripley and jackson properly. (and here i repeat my forever adage for female characters lol: let them be single for a hot sec.) i want her to move in with maya, because i think that dynamic is so fun and ripe for exploration, and then i’d love to see her digging in to her issues and getting help—going back to the firefighter group, actually talking, spending time with her found family. (sidenote: would love to see her help out with some like youth community theatre classes on her days off? developing connections with kids who have gone through losses, supporting them and in turn realizing the support she needs herself...tell me vic singing with kids wouldn’t be the cutest shit). anyway, i just rly want her to get a good storyline. but i’m not a screenwriter so like...hope they come up with one!

i’ve already written much more than i’m sure you wanted, so i’m going to condense the boys into one paragraph lol. i want jack gibson to heal himself and stop sleeping with taken women! his new found family is super sweet, so i really hope he gets to keep it throughout s4. i want travis montgomery to get only good and happy things, and the same goes for warren. actually, i’d love to see warren step into his new role as team Older Person a bit more? i think that would be a really fun and heartwarming dynamic to play with all the other characters. dean i think i already touched on, but i’d love him to take a breath, apologize to vic and explain, and lean on the rest of his found family. he’s gonna be such a good dad and i’m excited to see more of that.

finally: maya. oh, maya. she needs therapy. you can’t have a character say she’s been dealing with suicidal ideation and anxiety for nearly 20 years and just...magically make it all better. she deserves to get to unpack all the shit with her dad, and all the ways that’s impacted her. on some level, i kinda wish she’d not stayed as captain—i love her scenes so much when she’s allowed to be just chilling on the same level as her team. since that’s not the case, finding a right balance of her as captain and her as friend is gonna be super important. i want her to open up to her friends and lean on them. i’d love for mason to come back, too? i think her trying to heal herself, establish herself as a team member and leader, and rebuild her relationships with her brother as well as her found family and girlfriend would be more than enough material for an arc. it won’t always go great! this stuff isn’t an easy fix! but that’s why it’d be worth writing. plus, so many members of the team have shitty relationships with their parents that even though they won’t understand what maya went through, there’s some really fertile ground for compassion and cathartic ‘fuck our dads’ ball-busting i’d love to see seeded. bonus father’s day episode where literally none of them are happy and they decide to like...go play laser tag or something.

anyway, i’m sure that’s more than you wanted!! but thank you for the q lmao apparently i had a lot to say

#station 19 #maya bishop #vic hughes #andy herrera #like...everybody else lmao #yes i have homework due in 10 minutes i haven't started!#yes i decided to think about this instead!#what of it #....whoops #Anonymous

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Kiribaku AU Month: Day 8: 🐲 HTTYD AU 🐲

Today I did some sketches that serve as illustrations to the drabble I wrote (killing it with the writing! 💚 they say practice makes perfect).

Basically Kirishima is Hiccup based and Bakugou is Astrid based 💙 Bakugou meets Kirishima when he's still an insecure mess, but he falls in love with him and believes in him. Together they hunt down the Night Fury, but it escapes and Kirishima finds it on his own later and tries to befriend it. Kirishima is the sunshine boy that wants to befriend dragons. Bakugou despises them and wants to kill them, but his love for Kirishima makes him slowly change his approach. There are situations I pictured with them that I couldn't include in the drabble so there they are, here:

Kiri trains the dragon in Bakugou's presence, and Bakugou is standing in the safe distance angrily like "Iook im not going to tell the rest but keep that disgusting thing away from me" while he eventually slowly grows to love the dragon as much as Kiri does.

Kirishima: Look, this is Bakugou. I know both of you started off pretty badly but Bakugou means no harm. There is no need to be afraid of Bakugou. See? Bakugou put the knife down.

One day the dragon licks Bakugou's face and it's hilarious.

Kirishima: See? He loves you!

Bakugou: *grumpily wipes his face* It's a fucking one-sided love then.

Remember the moment when Hiccup took Astrid to that wild ride on Toothless? Kirishima does the same to Bakugou to prove a point. Bakugou just stubbornly refuses to accept the concept of riding dragons and Kirishima had no other choice than to get to him like this.

Kirishima: Let me just show you something, that's all! And then I'll put you down!

Bakugou: *clinging to dragon's tail for life and screaming* Fuck no, you better put me the fuck down now!

Bakugou ends up enjoying the ride, but he's lowkey scared being this high for the first time in his life, so he clinged to Kirishima's back and held him tight.

Bakugou: *hits Kirishima* That's for forcing me to ride the fucking dragon.

Bakugou: *kisses Kirishima* And that's for...the rest.

@kiribakumonth2019

Now for the ✨drabble✨ You can read it under the cut!

"Fuck!"

Bakugou's scream suddenly broke the peaceful, calm silence of the forest. Both him and Kirishima were wandering around the place for quite a time, and while it was completely understandable for Bakugou to get frustrated, Kirishima genuinly enjoyed it. If it wasn't for the reason why they were here, he would consider it just a nice walk, a date even. But Kirishima knew that today they meant business, and he shouldn't let his thoughts get away from it too much. If he wanted Bakugou not to be angry with him, that is.

"That shitty dragon really couldn't have found itself a better place than a fucking forest to crash, huh?" Bakugou snarled as he vented his frustration by kicking the nearest rock. Kirishima smiled at him. At this point he was so used to Bakugou's outbursts that he found them amusing, in a way.

"Dude, there's hardly even anything else here apart from forests, what did you expect? Hey, c'mon. Don't worry so much about that. I'm sure we'll find it."

Bakugou didn't feel like calming down at all, although he did have to admit that Kirishima's warm smile was probably the only thing in the entire world that would ever come this near to soothing his nerves. He rolled his eyes in response, but the tone of his voice did calm significantly.

"I'm not worried, idiot. I'm sure we'll find it, because I am not leaving the damn place without a dragon. I will tear down every fucking tree if that's what it takes to bring the bastard to the village."

"Yeah, right, that's what I'm talking about! I can't wait to see their faces when we show them that we actually DID take a real Night Fury down! I'm so excited just thinking about it. Aren't you excited Katsuki?"

Bakugou laughed. He couldn't help it that Kirishima's excitement was getting through to him.

"Fuck, you bet I am. Those idiots kept laughing at me for saying I shot this stupid Night Fury bullshit down with my own hands. But now that you're going to kill it, we'll make them all choke on those words."

"Oh damn right we- wait, what? Me?"

Kirishima stopped and blinked in surprise, not quite believing what he has just heard. All of a sudden, his enthusiasm faded away, leaving him visibly nervous.

"Since when it's me who is supposed to kill the dragon, Katsuki? I mean it was you who shot it so wouldn't it be fair for you to, uh, finish the work you started?

Bakugou raised his eyebrow. Such a sudden change in Kirishima's behavior seemed suspicious and unusual for him. He didn't like it.

"What are you even saying, shithead? Of course the fuck not! We're a team. I did my part of the job which means now is your turn. That is what I call fair. Besides, I already killed my first dragon, and you didn't. If this keeps up those idiots out there in the village will eat you alive."

"Are you saying that they still talk about me behind my back...? About the not-killing-a-dragon thing?"

Bakugou sighed. Now he understood exactly what the sudden change of attitude was about. How could he not get it before? He knew too well about Kirishima's biggest insecurity and mentioning the villagers was one fast way to trigger it even more. Bakugou felt like he was the actual idiot here and he hated that. He looked Kirishima in the eyes, dead serious.

"Not when i beat the goddamn shit out of them when they do so. Listen, you don't deserve to be put down like that. You're strong and manly, and totally capable of killing dragons. I'm sure of that. And you know it too. It's just the rest that don't know. Wouldn't it be thrilling to prove them wrong?"

Kirishima didn't look convinced. In fact he looked like he was having a hard time processing the situation. Bakugou reflected on his words and tried again with different approach.

"...Look, I-

...I may have used the wrong words for it. It doesn't fucking matter at all what others think about you, as long as you yourself know your own worth. But what matters is that killing a dragon is a powerful experience. It really makes you feel like you have enormous strenght, like you're some kind of a god. I want you to be able to experience it and be as satisfied and fulfilled as me. Only a fool would reject the opportunity to kill a dragon that is basically served to him on a silver plate. Listen, if you don't want to kill the dragon for yourself, do it for me. Do it for us, Ei."

The thing was that no matter how bad Kirishima's doubts were, he couldn't deny that he was madly in love with Bakugou, and therefore extremely weak for all those moments when he spoke to him in [that] voice he was using on him right now. The soft, loving, encouraging, lower toned kind of voice Bakugou wouldn't use on anyone else except Kirishima.

"I guess you do have a point here Katsuki."

Bakugou responded with a satisfied, fierce smile, one of those that Kirishima really enjoyed seeing. He gave in completely as Bakugou pulled him closer for a nice, deep kiss.

"There you go... There's my brave, unbreakable Eijirou. I think I might have something just for the occasion."

Bakugou reached to his belt and grabbed a knife he then gave to Kirishima. But that was no ordinary knife. Kirishima's eyes went open wide as he realised what he was holding. It was Katsuki's lucky knife, the exact one he killed his first dragon with. Kirishima was still amazed everytime he remembered that fight. To take down a dragon having only a knife on you for many seemed impossible. But for Katsuki, there was no such thing as impossible. That's why he admired him so much and still found it hard to believe that someone like Bakugou would consider someone like him his equal.

"What, why so surprised? You need it more than I do. Keep it. Make a good use of it and make me proud. No, make yourself proud."

Now that Kirishima thought about it, he has never actually seen Bakugou allowing anyone to touch it, ever, let alone make any use of it. The fact he was gifted such a meaningful thing filled Kirishima's heart with sudden wave of courage and will to act. Will to be strong and to prove himself that there is no such thing he's not capable of. The big, bright smile came back to Kirishima's face.

"Thank you, Katsuki. Thank you so much."

As they continued to search through the woods, Kirishima's excitement was in the right place. Even though he still felt nervous, he decided not to let it control him. At some point he reached for another kiss but Bakugou pushed him away and pointed to the ground with visible satisfaction.

"Ei, look! You see those traces here? I bet that's where the dragon fell. It was too weak to fly away, it's most probably very near. Fuck, we've found it!"

Next thing they saw when they looked around the place was a familiar net, and under it, a big, black pile of something that was most probably their dragon. Sparks of excitement appeared in Bakugou's eyes as he gave Kirishima a push forward.

"Go get it."

"Right!"

Kirishima took a deep breath as he began carefully approaching the dragon. He could do it. He totally could. "I have Katsu's lucky knife and a taste of his lips on mine, what could possibly go wrong?" he mumbled to himself as he was getting close to the infamous Night Fury. Bakugou decided to watch him from the distance.

First thing that Kirishima did as soon as he reached the dragon was to kneel down beside it and gently place his hand on it, then move it across its smooth, black scales. For a brief second he thought that maybe the dragon was already dead? That would certainly spare him a lot of trouble. But then he felt his hand being gently lifted as the dragon inhaled. He gasped in surprise and quickly took his hand back. The dragon was very much alive. Kirishima felt absolutely terrified, yet absolutely amazed at the same time. Not only it was his first time seing a dragon this close, but also seeing a dragon that nobody has ever seen before at all. This felt like enough of a thrilling experience for Kirishima. When he remembered what he was supposed to do, it brought up a weird feeling of sadness in him. The dragon was so...beautiful. It looked so peaceful and vulnerable while it was asleep like this. Kirishima sighed heavily.

"How am I supposed to take your life away while you can't even fight me back...?"

"What the fuck is taking you so long, shitty hair?!"

Kirishima twitched. Bakugou's yelling brought him down to earth yet once again.

"Katsu, I-...I don't think I can do it!"

That was most probably the worst possible way to express what he was feeling right now. He regretted those words the moment he spoke. Bakugou approached him quickly and angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem again?! You want to back away now that we're so close? After I gave you the knife and did my fucking best to make you feel better about yourself, even though I can't comfort others for shit and you know it? Listen here, you-"

"No, no, I'm not going to back away, please let me explain!" Kirishima interrupted Bakugou halfway through his outburst, hoping it wouldn't last. "I mean just look at him. He seems so vulnerable lying helplessly like this on the ground like he's already defeated. All I'm saying is that...you know, is there really a pride to be taken in butchering an unconcious dragon? I mean, it's no effort, there's not even a fight. That's not very manly nor thrilling if you ask me."

For a second Bakugou looked like he was about to lose his shit and explode again, but as soon as Kirishima spoke, his face expression changed. Now he was smiling, and it was one of those sly, fierce grins of his that always meant trouble.

"Right, sure. Of course you want a fight. That's understandable. Should have just said exactly that, babe. Let's rile the beast up then."

Bakugou got down on his knees and started cutting the strings of the net that was tangled around the dragon's limbs.

"Wait, no, that's not what I-"

Before Kirishima could say anything more, he was interrupted with the sound of a loud hit of Bakugou's hand on the dragon's hard scaled back. The Night Fury's eyes opened up right away and its pupils narrowed in a sign of hostility.

"this is bad-"

The dragon stood up on all fours, spreading its wings and roaring loudly and terrifyingly right in Bakugou and Kirishima's face. Kirishima's heart stopped, but Bakugou? Bakugou yelled back.

"That's right, that's more like it! Bring it on, fucker! They don't call you the Night Fury for no fucking reason, do they?!"

That's when it all went down to shit.

***

what a terrible way to finish a drabble XDDDD but thats all, thank you for attention <3

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a little gift for @luminescentlyricist ! i just... have some intense clown brainrot. also, excuse how jumbled and weird it might be at the end, I was passing out (still am) while writing it and im too excited to share it to revise much. fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 1426 words pov: 3rd person (jezakk)

touch.

that was one way othamo would communicate with jezakk.

a pat at the shoulders to access where the smaller was, a grab at his arm to signal he needed help walking. he could be a bit rough but usually never meant to harm jezakk, told by the small apologizes that muttered from his lips. he could be verbally affectionate — but they were rarer than jezakk liked. he understood, though. being verbal about feelings was hard. jezakk couldn't get a single sentence out without his voice stuttering and cracking, no matter how hard he tried. he admired how flat his matesprit could keep his tone. sometimes he wondered if he could ask othamo how to control his voice - as othamo was one of the few troupe members who spoke with no rises in his voice at all, and spoke at a moderately quiet level compared to everyone else. but he doubted othamo would, or that it would work for long.

jezakk's internal dialogue was interrupted by a tight grip as his arm. claws dug into his flesh and jezakk had to quickly brief a glance towards his matesprit, before giving his vice gripped claws a gentle pat. "Uh," jezakk sort of grumbled low, to his best ability. he still held his claws over othamos, resisting the urge to try and pry them off. even if he tried, othamo would likely just grab on at a different section of his arm. "hEy.. cOUld yOU Uh... rElAx A lIttlE, Oth?" he sort of stammered. his eyes flickered back and forth from the emotionless grin on his matesprit's face to the near wall, his shoulders tense. luckily for him the claws relaxed and jezakk could feel the blood start to return to his arm. "i gEt yOUr nErvOUs-" othamo blunted overspoke jezakk, claws digging in once more. "im n⊙t nerv⊙us." he grunted. jezakk could hear othamo's breath hissing through his irregular, pin prick teeth, his smile much more open than his resting one. jezakk was near convinced that othamo grinned when he was nervous, and that othamo was a nervous wreck at all times. which wasn't rather farfetched from what jezakk had gathered from previous drops of othamo's cool facade, or the comments he made, but jezakk could hardly tell when othamo was being sincere or not. he couldn't even tell when othamo's rage was genuine. jezakk's eyes landed at the floor, where he could just barely see his foot tapping against the cold cement. he near became fully absorbed with his nervous leg bouncing before an idea sparked in the back of his mind. "hEy, I hAd An IdEA..." he could feel othamo's claws loosen more, before they eventually relaxed and let go. jezakk gingerly touched at where the claws had sunk in and left indents, feeling the small bumps. there was a few greasy smears of the oils from othamo's marionette strings that made jezakk briefly grimace. "what is it?" jezakk could've sworn that was more of a demand than a question. the way othamo's raspy voice spoke was a bit unnerving at times. othamo had told jezakk that when he was younger, he didn't start talking till he was around 6 or 7 sweeps old, which at first sounded somewhat ridiculous. but ... it did make some sense. "I wAs thInkIng.. AbOUt hOw yOU strUgglE wIth shOwIng AffEctIOn?" jezakk tried to word this in the kindess way possible. he could see othamo's eyebrow quirk out of the corner of his eyes. "whAt If I shOwEd yOU A wAy tO dO It wIthOUt wOrds?" "y⊙u mean asl?" for once his voice changed at the end, but went deeper instead of higher. it still registered as a questioning tone, but a grumpy one. "yEAh! wEll, Uh, nO, nOt cOmplEtEly, bEcAUsE.. yOU knOw," he gave a few vague hand movements, even though they'd go unnoticed. "yes. because im blind. i kn⊙w." it almost sounded like a sigh coming from him. jezakk frowned.

"AnywAys. wEll.. I knOw yOU lIkE drUmmIng yOUr fIngErs On stUff, sO mAybE sOmEthIng wIth thAt?" jezakk could see othamo's smile growing more forced, signalling a zone out on othamo's end. jezakk jabbed an elbow at othamo and he straighted up again. he gave no apology for his brief lack of consciousness, simply giving jezakk a smile. "... hOw dOEs thAt sOUnd?" "h⊙w d⊙es what s⊙und." jezakk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. sometimes his matesprit was so goddamn stubborn. instead of making a mistake like last time where the question spiraled out of control, he just gave a small shake of his head. he reached his claws forward, placing them on othamo's shoulder gently. underneath the three different layers othamo tensed up at the touch. after a brief few seconds to let othamo's shoulders relax did jezakk drum his claws against his matesprit, giving a reassuring smile. "I lOvE yOU." jezakk said gently. he could feel othamo's blind gaze near bore through his skull. the taller's claws drifted forward, resting against jezakk's arm. he drums his fingers against it much gentler than expected, almost lost between the sweater fabric. this caused a wide smile to form on jezakk's face and a gentle flush fill his heart, and he lowered his hand. a few moments passed before othamo moved his hand to jezakk's face and drummed there as well. othamo's smile had visible softened. it was almost like his icy exterior melted away, revealing the personality that jezakk knew as his matesprit. othamo slowly crouched - trying to avoid popping his knees, as he understood the sound wasnt very desirable - and quickly after engulfed jezakk into a hug. he pulled jezakk close as a loud purr begun to rumble from deep within his chest and he nuzzled his face against jezakk's shoulder. his claws drummed rhythmically against jezakk's back, over and over, as he gave the tinkerer a squeeze. jezakk was rather surprised, but also quite elated, at the sudden affection. his cheeks turned lilac as he wrapped his arms around his matesprit, placing his chin on othamo's shoulder. his own claws gently rolled against othamo’s back, able to feel the scutes that decorated the spine of the puppeteers spine. it was a nice feeling. a few minutes pass, and they depart from their embrace. othamo remained crouched for a little bit, simply facing jezakk. the smaller purpleblood didn't move, as othamo still his claws on his shoulders.

"hey jazzy." "hm?" he blinked, tilting his head as a force of habit. "want t⊙ kn⊙w s⊙mething?" othamo asked, grin still present. jezakk lets out a soft chuckle. "sUrE, whAt Is It?" "when i think ⊙f y⊙u, i d⊙nt try t⊙ imagine the bits and pieces put t⊙gether ⊙f what y⊙u might l◎‿◉k like. i think ⊙f the stars. ⊙r at least my mem⊙ries ⊙f them. i used t⊙ marvel at the night sky, enam⊙red by them. they were s⊙ beautiful. y⊙u remind me ⊙f th⊙se stars, jazzy. s⊙ bright, interw⊙ven int⊙ the cl⊙uds ⊙f stardust."

a long pause came from jezakk. he stared at othamo, unable to find words. eventually he found a smile and another giggle leaves his lips. "Oth... thAts sO swEEt. I dIdn't knOw yOU wErE A rOmAntIc." othamo gives a playful nudge, leaning back onto his heels. "d⊙n't get t◎‿◉ c⊙cky ab⊙ut it, ⊙r else i w⊙nt tell y⊙u my pent up l⊙ve p⊙ems at all." othamo holds a genuine smile though, shoulders lax. he leaned forward and gently pressed his cold nose against jezakk's before giving the tinkerer a drum on the shoulders, and then standing straight. his previous fears seemed to have long since left him, his matesprit bringing his mood up significantly. othamo's smile can only widen more as another troll pops into jezakk's practice tent - where the two trolls currently were. he could hear the troll mutter something about "i knew id find you here" before informing the puppeteer his show was to begin soon, and othamo gives a simple nod. he looked to jezakk's direction once more before leaning down to place an affectionate kiss on jezakk's forehead, murmuring a few soft words and then making his way out. he paused at the entrance of the tent, glancing back again. he reached to the nearby beam and gave it a drum, smile perked. and then he leaves, vanishing into the bright big top to preform. jezakk could only watch, grin soft and his heart still beating firmly in his chest.

othamo could communicate verbally with jezakk, too. and boy does he love when he did.

#hhhim so tired but clowns are WAY more important ok #oc: othamo #friends oc: jezakk #The Troupe #fantroll #homestuck oc #homestuck #im basically incomprehensible now #gog this is so awful

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unproduciblesmackdown · 4 years

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here’s the matter of fact text post re: i guess i achieved the goal of an intermittent thing i’d do where i’d try to find anyone online talking about the ‘weird’ experience i have with masturbation which is, inherently, not exciting or anything but it’s like, even if i just Know of course it’s not just me, i want to like, hear someone else talk about anything similar ever, b/c so far it’s just a text post i saw once and can’t ever rediscover and someone talking about their experience that stems from an inapplicable physical trauma so....Yay, seeing as it’s been years i’ve been like “seriously though” lmao

i was like Lol @ myself b/c i was like “man after i try for like 30 sec to crank it it a) doesn’t go anywhere hardly and b) i lose interest Way fast and it’s like mildly annoying” and so i thought about that post that’s like [me after sex: well that was a waste of my goddamn time. anyway back to speedrunning] but that’s me after a halfhearted attempt to masturbate and not really getting anything out of it anyways lmaoo like. it’s okay or i wouldn’t even bother fairly regularly but also it tends to end with like, me going off on a distracted tangent for even a moment and it can just hit an absolute brick wall like okay i don’t even have the Interest in continuing with this anymore like i might’ve had before starting like Well That Was A Waste Of My Goddamn Time Anyway Back To [whatever it is that i do]

and then like either that same night or the next my dreams had the audacity to get deeply uncomfortable for no reason like. all i do is have Anxiety Dream Themes thrown together where like. for example as i write this, two nights ago i had a dream segment about “i’m on vacation at the beach” but it was all Anxiety b/c it’ll all be about how i can hardly visit said beach coz i keep getting sidetracked at the hotel or w/e while i’m Trying to visit it while i still can, and last night i had the same Theme but trying and failing to ride roller coasters (which i Enjoy irl) and like, the beach one in particular recurs not Too infrequently lmao where i’m surprised by the rarity of something like “you’re at the beach and it’s fun” lol.......i don’t have anything i’d call a nightmare too often but Anxiety / a somewhat threatening/worrisome situation is like, fairly constant lol, with some occasionally more neutral stuff and a really rare Fun Dream but anyways it was still Bizarre that my dreams pitched me “you’re Someone who i guess is dating this abstract Partner and the scenario is you feel obligated to have sex with them” and it was weird like, woke up the next day like “why did my brain drag me through this deeply unpleasant dream situation” like. not totally unheard of for my dreams to touch on a Scene ft. sex and/or physical intimacy and even on occasion it’ll be an “i’m (or whoever i am as a maybe semi-abstract First Person camera character lol maybe ft. some particular concept attached to the ‘role’) having some sexual encounter and it’s Fine or enjoyable” but it’s generally fleeting As Per Usual Dream Structure and it’s like why was this one that sucked like, particularly dragged out by those usual dream standard’s, come on

anyways so going “haha i’m living the Waste Of My Goddamn Time thing” and “well thank you to my own brain for a bizarre and unpleasant experience while i’m just trying to be passed tf out” i was like “let’s look up again why not only can i not seem to orgasm but also like even expecting a way lower level of stimulation still Disappoints sometime like why do i bother” and yeah after first going the “does anyone Never manage to Not slam into a brick wall / basically completely lose interest all at once or practically all at once even and it all goes back to zero even if you started at like maybe a 1 or 1.5 and sometimes it happens with going down a random mental track” route i interestingly got some cis guys going “yeah hate when that happens on occasion” but yeah by now i had of course given up on “can i come at this from an [experiencing sensory input and processing from an autistic angle] angle” like. idk still interested in that of course lmao but god is searching for it a bit exhausting. but yeah after i threw in an [-erectile] search modifier i got was like oh a result on a site about asexuality re: masturbation, why didn’t i think of That angle. idk but here we are

informative stuff but the comments section where people who wanted to read an [about: masturbation] on a site About asexuality were talking about their experiences was like. i had mentioned how it was Enlightening that one person said I Do Not Enjoy Orgasms lol like i have not really heard that angle vs “you might not enjoy sexual stimulation” and/or “you might not be able to orgasm” but not you Can orgasm but you Might Not Even Like It Really like. the person said yes they got the Peak Of Intense Pleasure out of the orgasm but not so much any kind of afterglow and felt like they get dropped back to where they were before even trying to masturbate (aka. square zero again lol) and just yeah outright mentioned Not Enjoying it and another person replied like Yep it’s like that for me too.........already i’m like man i don’t even approach anywhere near an orgasm Ever but man would not be surprised if, even if i theoretically was capable of the physical experience, it would be the same as this way lower level Waste Of My Goddamn Time deal lol.......it’s Hilarious too that like. say “being at all in the mood to try to spank it” is a Square/Level 1, i feel like yeah most of the time i’m only getting this shit going to a 1.5, maybe a 2 or 2.5 if we’re on fire......very very very rarely have i been like “hey that was like, a 3 or some shit, damn” and honestly it’s not like oh so that ruled and is motivation to continue b/c like. the Surprise of it throws me off and it’s not necessarily that Great a surprise, more just like, jeez, idk, it feels like A Bit Much that basically registers as Tension where i’m hardly encouraged to keep it up like, makes me wonder if that’s a Sensory Processing Thing aka how sometimes i try to get any more in depth info on the logistics of Experiencing Sexual Stimulation re: also being autistic and the variety of ways that can unfold (i do know that like. the Sensory thing apparently can sure be a factor in either direction, i.e. might cause some ppl to really not enjoy sexual stimulation Or to like, super enjoy it. allistic ppl who might realize “thinking sex is awesome” is “”normal,”” brilliant.....like u didnt also “realize” that stims like fidget cubes and weighted blankets can be enjoyed “”normally”” like. still having a diff experience here and shut it) and i remember one time i was like “c’est la vie i will purchase a vibrator (and i got a second, external one as some deal going on)” and it was just a No Go b/c. it didn’t feel “bad” in that it was not necessarily like, yep here’s some sexual stimulation, but it was like, overwhelming in a Not Good way, yet also not physically painful, and i realize vibrators are made w/ different intensities and i definitely got Mildest ones so it wasn’t that

anyways like yeah #tbt to a time i really gave it a go (vibrator-less) for truly just short of two solid hours......plenty of that was me at Square Zero and getting back to level 1 alone (aka like. feeling Any positive response at all lmao) was kind of an achievement and maybe there was some 1.5 or 2 in there but it wasn’t like i felt that motivated and Just Keeping At It was not necessarily helping so. that was a waste of my goddamn time

can’t really remember what i was doing differently the last time i kicked things up to maybe a solid 2-3 Zone for truly like One Moment lol.....think i was just getting a little more hands on (since usually a spike in intensity makes me go “[?? / !!] whoa :/” and i lose Any momentum and/or “progress”) and that spike in intensity made me go [?? / !!] Whoa :/ and it didn’t matter, just got back to zero as always, and it’s not like these “Achievements” are “Enlightening” where i’m then like wow everyone’s right, really Trying with this shit pays off like lol. i still make a cursory effort but really just to burn off that Level 1-ness if anything like. kinda like “yeah neat here we go” but like. probably literally a minute or two later it’s like well Anyways.......another fun detail is that it’s not Always like “oh i got off on some mental sidetrack and losing focus = losing like All of even this low level of arousal and im back at zero” like, i might be in the middle of things and Lose Interest even while i’m currently experiencing a nonzero level of “yep this is some sexual stimulation” lol but it’s just like smh Whatever @ it......like, on the one hand the Tension of the stimulation gets in its own way, but if i entirely lose that then it’s like well okay this isn’t gonna go anywhere, may as well stop

so anyhow here’s the Particular Comment where i was like “wow this is so similar to #me that i guess i’ve finally found Someone Talking About It* (*however it goes for me)”

i can’t say i’ve done the Holding My Breath thing on Purpose but now sometimes i do notice i do it (and have probably Been doing it) lol like oh there i went and Exhaled in a [was holding my breath] way lol coz like they say there with the Loss Of Any Tension and the Square Zero (Not Even Square One) thing like yeah lmao. and very same with the Five Minutes Max thing b/c yeah it really can be even less than One Minute sometimes before it’s like yeah square zero or just i lose enough interest anyways, getting bored like they say, ugh like it’s a brief description obviously lmao but i’m like god well there it is i guess, the [i know it’s not Just Me experiencing this like this but i’d still fucking like to find anyone else actually talking about it] account For Once Finally, thanks for putting it out there, Disappointed and a lil bored

naturally there are also ppl in the comments talking about how masturbation is an enjoyable thing for them and particular tips there but like it is Hilarious to me how a) some people orgasm easily or like. orgasm if they put effort into masturbation lmaooo like fucking imagine. and b) idk it’s like well i’m sure i’ve made hundreds of attempts and not even any Near Misses, it is simply like, not happening and c) yet at the same time Like This Commenter it’s like “well is there just another way of doing it i somehow haven’t hit on” like naturally i have to wonder like well idk maybe it’d be diff with a sexual partner b/c yknow, the same stimulation from Someone Else vs Yourself, and yet d) ha ha of course i haven’t had sex which people Don’t think of as Not A Joke lmao i referred to this fact abt myself with some casual humor to someone and my temper flared up when that was later taken as a Cue for someone who is not me to jokingly reference it (by Temper Flaring i mean i got annoyed enough to go Do Not Do That e.g. the post that’s like “[asserts one boundary] i’m not a people pleaser anymore i’m actually a huge cunt now”) and i probably shouldn’t feel like i have to “justify” this as well somehow other people have probably tried to Make A Move re: me but i have not been into it like well, what if nobody had ever been Interested that i knew of, that would be fine too, but. i am aware that ppl think of this as a joke still lmao, and i have to say that. im already doing letters like a) b) c) aren’t i but whatever, starting over a) well i haven’t had All the opportunity in the world as i have at various points (but basically continuously) for various reasons been pretty isolated and b) idk i have not had all these signs that point to me wanting to have sex with people exactly lmao but it’s like, c) even if i go “well maybe there’s Exceptions out there or Situations That Will Be Conducively Different Than The Limited Range Of Ones I’ve Had So Far” it’s like, okay, i could still just continue to feel “nah :/” re: any “opportunity” that ever presents itself or whatever. it is all very abstract for me anyways, so it’s like, whatever. but i’m also not the most Glad to discuss it b/c idk a lot of this stuff i know is like A Joke including how i’m still simmering with resentment from a year ago or more over some Tweet i saw trying to dunk a meme about how asexuals are Anti-Psychology like, that’s an entire Other Essay there but needless to say for one thing i just pre-resent people hearing “could being autistic factor into the particular experience i have losing interest / arousal so easily (and inevitably as it’s big time primary anorgasmia around here)” and going “aha that makes sense b/c being ace means there’s something Dysfunctional going on cuz Lbr and bieng autistic means being a Fucked Up version of an allistic person and your autistacity is going to fuck up things about you which ought to function properly” like well that feeds right into itself in a loop and i hate it. and i know the whole “hehe someone who hasn’t had sex is a loser” thing is way engrained in there lmao ppl throw that punchline out all the time and like, idk, see the (i’m autistic) thing like it’s not like this is an unprecedented concept or the only front on which im like “i Know this is a thing ppl negatively judge in general but i also Know i do not buy into that or feel bad about it” like i do not personally consider myself cringe and fail for not having had sex ever and do not consider that Premise that someone is a joke for it to be true re: anyone but at the same time i know that this whole Awareness that people are shitty about it is frustrating to me lol. plus i think it is getting into the Entire Thing where concepts as broad as Maturity and Humanity At Its Most Complex And Worthwhile are considered intrinsically linked to romance and sex, which is something that i am somewhat self-conscious of being aromantic and [having never had sex and it could well be that i will not ever have sex even if The Opportunity(tm) is there] and i know it is frustrating to me b/c sometimes when i start to even talk about “i have not had sex yes im aware this is like (spit take) what a nerd, Sure” b/c i will easily cry out of frustration like 5 seconds in lol. which i cry easily enough but Usually getting teared up b/c i feel Hyped Up / Enthusiasm for something lmfao.......anyways plenty of tangents to go down here but my point is shoutout to the other person for also never orgasming and just being bored with masturbation if anything

and also to the people who were like “i can have / have had orgasms but i don’t actually enjoy it” like considering the way that [not like i experience anything even close to an orgasm but there is sometimes An Increase in arousal achieved, either a tiny raise in the Level or on occasion a bit of a kick which is mostly like “whoa tf chill out”] is overall Underwhelming even if there is Any enjoyment in it and the whole Back To Square Zero (Not Even Square One) thing re: the entire lack of afterglow they mention and it’s like well that kinda feels like parallel experiences here lmao. which tbh is like. makes me care even less with like Humorous Annoyance at the fact that ppl are out here simply able to have orgasms and to have access to that just by like yep here i go masturbating lmaooo like okay

anyways idk how to Conclude this lmfao. Fun Fact i have hc’s about how winston billions who is autistic experiences sexual stimulation (he gets the Really Enjoys It kind of sensory processing time here lol) but i suppose the easiest simplest one to explain is the “remember the Tayston Crying Sex drawing, the idea is that things can be kinda overwhelming while still being Good if it’s handled right by his partner (or himself ig lol) and he can tear up as sort of an overflow thing” like well you probably already knew that was connected to the broader whole of Winston Billions Autistic Hc’s but in case you didn’t: it is

#me and ''Disappointed and a lil bored'' out here #round of applause from me to me....like the time i stumbled across the Source Media for some preview i remembered from a blockbuster vhs #like 20 yrs ago or whatever like ''am i making this sort of Distinctive memory up or modifying one to hell and back / combining them'' like #no i was not but it sure took me a While to mostly coincidentally find it via watching a list on youtube of like. partially Lost or just rly #obscure niche shit....it'd been a preview for a pc game for an ye olde disney series i'd never heard of in my life #anyways the point is it'd been something *i'd* been searching around for intermittently for a good while and managed to find and it was like #hooray but also i realize it's hardly relevant to like. much of anyone else but oh well good for me

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Kamusoyo genderbent (kameyo x shouyo) nsfw

It was right after the bell rang that i received a message from kouga (kagura fyi) 'hey sorry i couldn't come to school im kind of sick' I sigh and type ' dont sweat it kouga kun if you want i could get you some medicine since kameyo is probably busy "being a delinquent" ' i pressed sent and picked up my back thats when i got another message saying 'thanks shoyo i really appreciate it, im currently dying here and souko is a sadistic bitch who wouldn't even bother with me.. ' i chuckle at the message those two are cute in their own way I continue my way down the hall to the stairways as fast as I can without running (if thats even possible) so i wouldn't get in trouble. I got to my shoe locker and put my shoes on as fast as possible thats when i felt a pair of arms sneaking around my neck. I turn around to see none other than kameyo. "K- kameyo !, You scared me" shoyo said with a light blush on his cheeks. "Well its your fault for being so open" she whispered teasingly in his ears making him shiver, "t-thats not true i was just about to leave if it weren't for you" he explained "Now if you excuse me" shoyo said while brushing off kameyo's hands from his neck "im in a rush to get medicine for a friend" . " Hmm a friend ? And in any chance is that friend of yours related to me perhaps my dear younger brother ?" she asked knowing damn well what the answer is "Yes your dear younger brother who you left at home without any care" he answered slightly annoyed, "heeh~and isn't my brother lucky to have a friend like you looking out for him" she said while walking towards shouyo and putting her arm around his neck, yet again. Shoyo blushed at her actions and said "i-i- i guess s-so b-but i uh i have to go now" he said blushing furiously as he was stuttering. Kameyo found this amusing so she wanted to take this teasing to a whole another level. She started to close the gap between her and shoyo, her face now so close to his, just an inch more and she would be able to kiss him. And kiss him she did, kameyo smashed her lips with shoyo's making sure he wouldn't be able to escape this,she deepened the kiss even more by entering her tongue in his mouth wrestling him for dominance, shoyo wasn't the dominant type so he lost the battle, she let her hands travel his body from his neck to his chest all the way to his croch area. Shoyo couldn't help but get excited at her actions, but he wasn't going down, he placed his hand on her ass groping it making kameyo let a soft moan that made him even more excited than he was,he was about to pick her up from the ground if it wasn't for a certain sadistic girl. "Ahem" the blonde girl cleared her throat, "you know i would give you detention for doing these things in school grounds, but im way too lazy to do that" she said nonchalantly "Oh its souko-chan~ !" Kameyo said cheeringly, " Don't 'oh its souko-chan~★' me kameyo" she said while glaring at the Vermillion haired girl "Your brother texted me saying that hes basically dying and that hes waiting for a certain someone to bring medicine" she explained as she turned her gaze at shoyo "Oh right i completely forgot!" shouyo said while panicking how could he do this to his best friend he basically betrayed his trust by making out with his sister and leaving him to die. "Dont sweat it shoyo-san knowing him hes just being overdramatic" she said reassuring him that it was okay "Yeah its okay shoyo-kun ~ its not like hes going to actually die so lets continue where we started ★" kameyo said not caring about her sick brother. "Uh no can do kameyo thats rude I don't want to break kouga's trust, besides didn't we do it yesterday ?" He questioned the Vermillion haired girl Kameyo sighed a sigh of disappointment and said "whatever lets get going",kameyo said while walking towards the door ★★★ "Ugh" kouga groaned while looking for a comfortable position to sleep in "i hate being sick" he muttered under his breath,as soon as he said that the door bell rang "comiingg" he said as he dragged himself to open the door. Even though he said that he was coming the ringing door bell never stopped eventually he got tired of it and yelled "i said im fucking coming goddamn it !!!" He opened the door furiously to reveal the one who was ringing the bell,it was none other than his best friend shoyo,kameyo and souko. Kouga grew pale when he met the sadistic girl he calls 'his girlfriend', "yo kouga feeling any better ?" She asked "no,and why are you here ?.." he answered almost immediately. "pff silly to nurse you of course". He turned his gaze to the brunette to say "Sh- shouyo aren't you the one who's supposed to be nursing me" the poor pale boy asked worriedly. "I would but okita-san insisted that she would nurse you,and besides i would need to..you know,wash your body and stuff so it kind of embarrassing" shouyo explained. "I ,see" kouga sighed with defeat "well come on in" he opened the door to his apartment,it wasn't a small apartment but it wasn't big either its was the type of apartment that any newlywed would dream of a big kitchen,2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms and a big living room. Kouga was about to go back to his room but his vision became blurry and he lost his balance, luckily shouyo was there to prevent him from falling."woah woah,are you okay kouga ?" He asked worriedly. "Im fine,I think i just need to rest a little" he reassured the brunette. "Ya think ? Kouga a fever is not something to think lightly of, especially if it makes you dizzy" souko said in a serious tone. "Anyway im gonna make you some rice porridge so just sit back and relax" she said as she Made her way to the big kitchen." You better not put anything weird in there" he said jokingly "Well im going to my room call me if you need anything,lets go shoyo" she pointed at the brunette to follow her."wait what why ?" He was confused on how he wasn't going to be helping his friend. She sighed and made her way to him wrapping her arm around his,"shh no questions just play along okay ?" She smiles her typical smile that you would see her wear every time He sighed "okay" he said while being dragged by the arm like a kid dragging his dad to buy him candy. ••• Meanwhile in kameyo's room things were getting heated, "mn" kameyo moaned as she kissed shoyo on the mouth deepening the kiss she wrapped her arms around his neck and sat on his lap, he took this opportunity to wrap his arms around kameyos waist soon she separated the kiss and looked at him, his face was flushed and sweat formed on his face and the look on his eyes was full of lust and hunger for her, eventually he flipped kameyo and hovered over her, the two of them stared at each other as if on que both of them smashed their lips together. Shoyo licked kameyo's lips, asking for permission to put his tongue inside kameyo opened her mouth and shoyo wasted no time and entered his tongue inside her mouth deepening the kiss, the kiss was lustful filled with hunger and this time shouyo wasn't losing any battle as he was more dominant than ever, he sneaked his hands under kameyo's shirt from her abdomen all the way to her breasts he groped one of them earning him a sweat moan from kameyo "mn" she whimpered the brunette was getting excited.. way too excited he took off her shirt revealing her navy blue bra, her breasts were big (at least an e cup) he unstrapped her bra and let her breasts loose, shouyo was used to seeing her breasts since this wasn't the first time they ever done this, hell they've done this way too many times, why ?,Maybe its because they're crazy for each other. he licked and nibbled on her nipple while caressing the other, as for kameyo she was a moaning mess "ahnn" she moaned,though.kameyo was not having any of this so she grabbed shoyo by his collar and flipped their positions kameyo now on top and shouyo at the bottom, "you seem to be having way too much fun" she said seductively, while she grinded on his member "guh !" he groaned as he bit his lip.she grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, shoyo knew where this was going so he let her be, she was about to pull down his pants but the door knocked. Kameyo let out an annoyed sigh and got off of shouyo. "Oi kameyo can i eat the pudding in the fridge" Souko said behind the door, kameyo put on her shirt and made her way to the door to open it, "suit yourself souko and Don't bother me ever again im kind of busy" kameyo said annoyed that the blond girl interrupted her "time" with her lover. "Uwa" souko said disgusted realizing what she had interrupted,i mean.kameyo's face was flushed and she was sweating her hair was a little bit messy and she was only wearing her shirt.souko peeked behind her to see shoyo in the same state as his belt was unbuckled,face flushed,etc and also she realized he had a boner... "Well Sorry for intruding then" Souko said turning her back on the Vermillion haired girl "i'll be on my way" she said as she walked away.kameyo sighed and closed the door again making sure to lock it and made her way to shoyo. "Weell~ lets continue shall we"kameyo said seductively while licking her lips, earning her a nod from shoyo. ★★★ "Well well well this puddings not bad,not bad at all." Souko said satisfied she went to check on the porridge to see if its finished or not."hmm still just a little bit longer" she said as she put another spoonful of pudding in her mouth. "Nnggh" she heard a loud grunt coming from the living room 'kouga' is what popped up in her head."kouga you dying over there?" She asked sarcastically. "S- ....sou...souko..." He mumbled between his heavy pants."I feel hot like my bodies on fire." He said with a weak voice "yeah well no shit,you have a 39 degree fever" "Heh no wonder i felt like I was dying" he Chuckled nervously."wait here im gonna bring you cold water and a towel",the sick boy nodded his head "ok.." he said softly. ★★★ "Hah" kameyo moaned loudly as shouyo slammed hardly into her she looked at him in the eyes and saw how lustful and hungry he was for this,its like every time they had sex he would turn into a different man he turned her around on her stomach and bit her shoulder "ah" before she could say anything shouyo slammed into her so hard her mind went blank she was filled with pleasure and she couldn't do anything to stop him she knew she was at his mercy. "ahhn" kameyo moaned again as shoyo kept on thrusting in her. She knew she would come anytime soon and so was he, he bit harder signaling he was going to come,he thrusted hard into her showing her how thirsty and hungry he was for her "aah" kameyo moaned loudly as she was close to coming,he slammed one more time inside of her and came "mnhh" he moaned loudly,he got off her and rested beside her trying to catch his breath. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled into a hug "kameyo" he called "hm.. ?" She answered him softly "i love you" he said while smiling the Vermillion haired girl blushes at the boys statement but hugged him and buried her face in his chest "me,too". ★★★ bonus: "Kouga this should make you better say aah" souko said trying to feed her lover some porridge she made.."aah" he reluctantly opened his mouth and ate the porridge."how is it" souko asked. "it tastes horrible are you trying to kill me ?" He said teasingly. Souko deadpanned at him and said "oh god are your taste buds also? dying this is serious". " Shut up" kouga said " im going to sleep" he added."Whatever if you die while sleeping Don't blame me" she said not caring about the virmillion haired boy. As she was about to got to the kitchen to clean the dishes kouga grabbed her by her arm she was confused so she asked "what now ?" He looked at her and said "aren't going to give me a goodnight kiss" he looked at her with a pout, souko put down the dishes on the table and immediately kissed him on the lips.she didn't care about getting sick, kissing kouga was worth it.she separated from him and looked at him with a smirk "goodnight little rabbit" The end hope you liked that this is my first time writing so leave a like and a review. Thanks 👏

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So Close, Yet so Far - Park Jisung

summary: loving someone is painful especially if they don’t love you back, you’ll die

genre: hanahaki! au, aNGST, 0.1% fluff

warnings: Death, blood, throwing up, & probably not all proof read

word count: 2.2k

note: to the anon who requested angst, this is the best i could doo (i need to improve my writting skills) i finished this at 3 am so if it doesn’t make sense iM really sOrRY

italics = thoughts

m.list

“Be careful of who you want to end up loving.”, is something your parents would always say. Luckily for both of them, they ended up falling in love with each other and no death involved there (You didn’t really care much about love, at the age of 10) Your friends- on the other hand, already had found the perfect person they wanted to spend their lives with. It’s basically like soulmates- except you can fall in love with anyone and fall out of love. Except falling in love can probably kill you, with flowers.

One great thing about you is, it wasn’t easy catching feelings.

“So anyone that interests you?” One of your highschool classmates said, called Donghyuck, with a hint of curiosity.

“Hmmm, well, uh, no.” You sighed- both, in relief and stress. You wanted to feel excitement, your heart flutter, and love. Couples were everywhere but a few people weren’t lucky. At the same time, you were scared of dying. A mere mistake of falling in love with the wrong person could give me a goddamn disease ending up with- “Don’t worry, maybe you’re destined with someone perfect for you.” Jeno, your classmate who you met a few months back who coincidentally, hasn’t been interested in anyone but his studies. “I think I should give up looking for now and focus on something else.”

It’s been 8 months and no luck. Truly, you don’t really care anymore. Jeno on the other hand, already was in love with someone and got lucky. Sadly enough for you, he stopped hanging out with you everyday. You were happy for him when he told you the news but then a bit upset after he started dating. You did miss having him next to you. But you can make a few new friends, right?

The sound of the rain made you feel- well, less lonely. The sound of thunder falling like it was the end of the world. The lighting making it feel like it was a terrifying yet beautiful sight. It made you realize life wasn’t that shitty after all.

Another start to a hellish school year. They just get worse and worse. It goes two ways: more couples or less people alive. This school year Jeno has talked to you more now since you have a few classes together. He’s also been brighter than before, “Y/n!! Today you’re gonna meet one of my closest friends!!”

“Oh? Is he going to attend this school?” You said confused about why he randomly blurted that out. Jeno nodded, excited for the day to start.

Later that day, the news spread out like wildfire that a new student was transferring. Obviously, everyone wanted to know who it was. Being highschool kids meant curious about whoever is a new transfer student.

While entering Biology class, you spotted a few familiar faces and a boy who smiled at the sight of Jeno. “Jisung!! It’s been so long! I hope you enjoy being here!” You smiled at how Jeno could easily make the atmosphere bright up in a short amount of time.

You noticed how Jisung wasn’t much of a talker, but tried his best to answer all the questions about himself that they asked. It made your heart flutter a bit. (But you obviously ingnoring it thinking it was nothing.)

You and Jisung had actually a lot of things in common. It’s like the gods heard you, wanting to meet a person who made you feel completely happy. If anyone saw the both of you together they would think both of you would be dating. You and Jisung would instantly deny it but your face would be heating up- unlike his. You didn’t want to catch on feelings so soon and denied it. (But your heart wanted to say otherwise.)

“Hey y/n, do you wanna hang out today? Like outside of school?” Jisung said, giving you a smile. It’s the last class for today and you didn’t have any plans for tonight. (Unless scrolling through your phone was a plan). You smiled to yourself and instantly answered back but waited atleast three seconds, “Sure!”

It was also the first time Jisung asked you to hang out. You felt your mind being filled with different scenarios of what could possibly happen. Some made your heart flutter a bit.

“So, Jisung, were are we going?” You smiled at him, excitement rising up.

“Let’s get ice cream?” Jisung said, sounding more like a question.

Later on, you both sat at a bench near a playground. He smiled at the children playing together. You looked at his face features. You definitely smiled without noticing. How his pink lips made him look cuter, especially with a smile plastered on him. How his eyes followed the sight of the children running around, laughing. And how his hair fell down, it looked so soft that you just wanted to run your hand through it for hours. He was so close yet so far from your reach.

He turned to see you, causing you to quickly turn away and look at a few buildings near by. “Oh, do you wanna go there?” He happily said. So is this a date or not?

“Oh! Yeah, let’s see if we can find anything before we go home” You faked smiled, questions lingered in your head about Jisung.

On the way, Jisung decided to drop you home and visit a few of his old classmates. Midway, you spotted a girl, maybe around both your ages, she was staring at Jisung with a wide smile and ran towards him and gave him a hug, to which, Jisung returned surprised at her actions. That made your heart break but you ignored it again, thinking you were jumping into conclusions. “Jisung! How have you been? How’s school so far? Have you made any friends? Do you miss me?” The girl, full of questions looked at him happily. Is she- does she like him? Perhaps you were right.

“I’ve been good, it’s actually fun, yes I have, and I do miss you and the rest of you guys!” Jisung smiled back at her. You felt out of place in the conversation since you were confused about the whole sudden meeting right infront of you. You sighed, deciding to introduce yourself to her, only about to be caught off. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Did you guys go on a date~?” She said, giving Jisung a teasingly smile.

“Hahaha no she isn’t my girlfriend and it wasn’t a date!” Jisung said playfully arguing back to her. A few minutes later you sighed, not wanting to hear more about their conversation since both of them completely ignored your presence.

“Okay, I’m gonna go home now. Bye Jisung and uh-“

“Ivy” She smiled at you, slowly waving you off.

Once you got home, you immediately went straight to your bed and layed there, thinking. I should’ve known he doesn’t like me. You tried putting all the pieces together but you couldn’t. Maybe it was how he looked at her and how she looked at him. You realized you haven’t gotten any disease meaning Jisung does like you, correct?

wrong.

You woke up and you couldn’t breathe properly. You started coughing and felt sick all of a sudden. Once you started coughing more, blood came out. So you immediately headed to the bathroom and threw up. You felt a few petals coming out of your mouth. They’re the color red- perhaps because of the blood. Red Cypress flowers; meaning death, despair, and mourning. You didn’t know what to do. How long do I have until I die? Surely not enough, right? You were nervous about going to school now. You weren’t planning on telling your friends any time soon- or your parents. Luckily since you barely started with the disease, it wouldn’t be that bad the first few days.

Heading to school was definitely painful. You felt your heart hurt and sting at random times and you didn’t know what to do or how to fix it. You felt scared and nervous. This isn’t how you wanted it to be. You were definitely unlucky- loving someone who didn’t love you back.

“Hey Y/n, sorry about what happened last week, it’s just I haven’t seen my friend since forever” Jisung said, walking with you to your next class.

“It’s fine! I know what it feels like, too. So don’t worry about anything!” You tried your best to act perfectly fine even though you were dying inside.

A few weeks have passed, and you started drifting away from Jisung and your friends. They didn’t know the reason why, so they decided to ask you. “No reason, I’m not just feeling it today.” Is all you would tell them. Eventually they gave up on you. Which caused more flowers to appear.

Every single day, you woke up to blood spilling out of your mouth and more Cypress flowers coming out of your mouth. Sometimes you woke up in the middle of the night not being able to breathe well. You could hardly sleep anymore. Your parents noticed that you were less and less brighter than before. They would atleast have a serious conversation with you once a week but you told them you were fine and that you’re happy. It was believable enough, so they left you alone.

You were running out of time.

Pushing them away made you feel worse about yourself. Nothing you did make you feel better. You tried to forget about Jisung but, it didn’t even work. Jisung was still there even though you kept trying your best to push him away. You wanted to keep quiet but of course, that didn’t happen.

“Y/n! Please just tell me. We’re all worried about you.”

You thought about telling him but it didn’t matter anymore. Lie.

“I’m- I’m moving out.”

You wish you could’ve told him- but if you did, he would’ve wanted to help you out and which you rather not.

You could’ve sworn Jisung’s eyes turned glassy.

“Oh- well I hope you’ll find other people that will make you smile once again just like we did.”

Those were the last words Jisung told you after you left. Your parents disagreed to the moving out plan but you told them about the flowers. Your mom wasn’t smiling anymore and you could hear her cry at times in the nighttime.

Days and Nights passed and you didn’t hear from Jisung anymore. Perhaps he was happy with others. Your last days were coming to an end anyways.

Jeno and Donghyuck found out about you and felt like they were terrible friends but they didn’t know how they could’ve helped. They wanted you to get surgery but you decided not to, since it was your fault for falling in love with a boy who was never going to know how you felt.

Your parents, Donghyuck, and Jeno decided to make you smile atleast for a day, and also took you outside to look at the sun shining. If a person saw all of you, it would’ve seen like all of you were one of the happiest families. Even though they didn’t know when your time was up, they felt that you still had a few months and decided to have fun again the next day.

That same night you died. There weren’t enough words to explain the situation. Sure everything was perfect hours before- perhaps they were too perfect that it made you feel so happy. Something you shouldn’t have felt.

3 days later and Jisung found out. Chenle told him not to blame himself but he did. Every single day. He felt worse and worse each day. He had Jeno and Donghyuck with him. All they did tell him was that you had written him something. They didn’t want to talk about you since the wound was still hurting.

“It’s all my fault, because of me” Is all Jisung could ever say. Was he was dying inside? Yes he was. He felt so empty without you. He realized he wouldn’t see you smile brightly at him anymore. And he was dying because of you.

Jisung was also coughing up blood and flowers. Asphodels- meaning regret. They told him to get surgery, since they didn’t want to lose him like they did to you.

The day after his surgery, he went and visited you. He noticed that it was his first time visiting you after the last time he actually saw you. He should’ve said he loved you.

There he saw there was a note that had his name and read like this; Dear Jisung, I’m sorry for falling in love with you. I’m sorry I lied to you. I couldn’t help fall in love with you- but I didn’t stand a chance. So if you see this, please find someone who will love you back. Maybe in another lifetime we will actually spend our lives together.

He knew his feelings for you were gone, but he still cried. Why was life so cruel to him? Was this how it was supposed to end? He always wanted a happy ending but unfortunately, life gave him the worst ending.

And just like that he realized that he wasn’t ever going to see you in this timeline.

#nct dream #Park Jisung #nct #nct 2018 #nct imagines #lee donghyuck #lee jeno #zhong chenle #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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doctorsorders-deathboy · 6 years

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Of All the Nights

lmfao i guess i’m back from the dead bitches. (this wip has existed for so long. i could not tell you why i decided to finally finish it tonight but AAA im so excited to be posting a fic again omg) amusingly, my last fic also involved late night baking. i hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 1941

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It was 3:07am on the third of January and Nico di Angelo was dressed in nothing but a too-small fuchsia bathrobe, soaking wet, and about ready to commit bloody murder.

It was very possible, he thought, that the bathrobe contributed to his fury.

This was the kind of disaster that he’d recount to Jason later, with countless creative swears thrown in, though as he stood shivering and fuming outside a stranger’s apartment, it occurred to him that this might be one of those stories that would get more laughs from Jason than shared anger. Asshole.

Speaking of assholes, the door finally opened, revealing a very flustered looking blond man around Nico’s age. For a moment, Nico almost backed off on his prepared rant upon seeing how miserable the blond looked, but when another draft of winter air hit Nico’s still dripping legs, his scowl only deepened.

“What the hell were you doing baking at fucking three in the morning?”

The blond blinked once, twice, three times. He opened his mouth, closed it, and Nico was about ready to break his damn nose when he finally said, “Sorry… Do I know you?”

Nico had never had height to his advantage but hell if he didn’t know how to make himself intimidating. The blond shrunk back as Nico reared himself up to hiss, “Luckily, I was able to make it through 21 years of my life without meeting you before you had to go and nearly set the damn building on fire because of your insomniac cooking. Do you have any idea what kind of night you’ve caused for me? Did it ever occur to you that maybe you should save your incompetence for the waking hours when most people will be out at work anyways? Honestly, what kind of bullshit did you pull to make the fucking fire alarms go off? Did you pull this shit on purpose? Is this some kind of a joke to you?”

The man took much too long to answer again and Nico was collecting every bit of self control he had to keep himself from wringing this jackass’s neck when the response finally came. “Why are you wet?”

Nico must have reared up spectacularly that time because the man quickly amended, “I mean―! I’m sorry, that’s not the point here, um…” He peeked out of his apartment and looked around the deserted hallway. “If you want to yell at me, can you do it in here? I don’t want to wake anyone else up.”

“Like hell, you care,” Nico grumbled but willingly stepped into the man’s apartment. In hindsight, this really wasn’t Nico’s wisest move considering this guy was a stranger and Nico was nearly naked, but the blond seemed about as threatening as a frightened mouse. A tall, blue-eyed, frightened mouse who somehow had a tan in the dead of winter.

“Sorry, who are you again?” the blond asked, closing the door behind a fuming Nico.

“Your pissed off neighbor from two floors up,” Nico snapped. Unfortunately, the blond visibly cringed, looking like a kicked puppy, so Nico muttered, “Nico. Di Angelo,” as a reconcilement.

“Will Solace,” the blond introduced himself in return. He held his hand out to shake but quickly drew it back when it was clear that Nico’s arms were not moving from where they were crossed against his chest.

They stood in uncomfortable silence until Nico repeated, “How the hell did you set off the fucking alarm?” in as dangerous a voice as he could manage.

“I, well…”

Nico shot another fierce glare and Will didn’t waste anymore time in getting to the point.

“I was making pizzelles for my sister’s birthday and the iron must’ve broken because it was making a lot of smoke. It set off the fire alarm which went off throughout the whole building and… yeah. It was a mess. I’m really sorry. I feel awful.”

Nico didn’t doubt Will’s sincerity. The poor man was hunched in on himself with bags under his hands and his hands firmly stuck in his pockets. That didn’t make his story any less ridiculous, though.

“I’m sorry,” Nico said without a hint of remorse, “I think I missed something. Why the hell were you baking at three in the fucking morning?”

Will frowned at him. “You curse a lot,” he muttered.

“Why the fuck were you―”

“I was working until 1am!” Will exclaimed, which was the first indignant comment he’d made. “And I have classes at ten in the morning, but I promised to meet my friend for coffee at eight so I figured I’d just power through and bake when I got home but―” His voice broke off.

Nico’s cheeks tinted with embarrassment upon seeing Will’s face crumple a bit. God, please don’t cry. Nico hadn’t ever been very good at comforting crying people.

“Sorry,” Will said, his voice hoarse. “I should probably… I’m just going to clean up and go to bed. No more smoke. I promise.” He attempted a laugh to lighten the mood but it came out strangled and pitiful.

Nico was about ready to leave Will to mope when he spotted a picture hanging on the wall across the room. Will stood in the center, looking much happier than he did standing in front of Nico. The Will in the picture had a smile that made you want to smile back and had each arm thrown around a friend, pulling them close. He looked jubilant; the kind of person who you felt certain you could approach without fear. It was a painful contrast to the melancholy man Nico had met.

It felt very wrong to Nico that someone so happy could look so broken.

“What about your sister’s pizzelles?” Nico asked quietly.

Will shrugged. “I’ll have to buy her something on my way over tomorrow. Hopefully she won’t mind. I just feel bad, I promised I’d bake for her. Those pizzelles are her favorite.”

Nico considered this for a moment before internally rolling his eyes at himself. “Then we’d better make some pizzelles, shouldn’t we?”

~*~

“You still never explained to me why you showed up at my apartment soaked and nearly naked,” Will said conversationally, as he stood washing the dishes while Nico carefully arranged pizzelles in a tin.

Nico cleared his throat. “That’s a conversation starter I haven’t heard before.”

“Seriously,” Will said, grinning. “Were you swimming?”

“Why would I be swimming in the dead of night?”

Will shrugged. “I dunno, that’s why I was asking.”

“I wasn’t swimming.” Nico put the lid on the tin and turned around, pulling his fuchsia bathrobe tighter around himself.

Will turned towards him, too, eyebrows still raised.

Nico exhaled very slowly before admitting, “I was taking a shower.”

Will blinked. “At… three in the morning?” When Nico’s expression darkened, he added quickly, “Not that I’m judging! Obviously. I’ve taken many middle-of-the-night showers. I just… So, are you a med student, too, or what?”

Nico scuffed his shoe across the floor and grumbled, “No.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

“So…”

“I had a dream,” Nico blurted, probably due to a combination of his lack of sleep and the way Will’s eyes had this kind, dreamy quality to them that made you feel like you could tell him anything.

Will’s eyebrows furrowed. “You showered because you had a dream?” His eyebrows shot upward. “Oh.”

“Not like that!” Nico said quickly, heat rushing to his face. “No, oh my god, no, that’s not…” And then he was laughing harder than he had in a long time and Will was laughing with him and he hardly felt embarrassed anymore. “No, it was a nightmare, not…” Nico tried to catch his breath. “Not that.”

Will tsked. “That’s a shame.”

“Yes, very disappointing.”

“So the shower was, what, to calm you down?”

Nico shifted, his mind flashing back to the dark, blurred images of a few hours ago. Bianca’s smile melting off her face, his mother screaming for him, a packed, dark room where people were crying and disappearing one by one, and he was next, he was next―

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “Basically.”

When he’d woken up, he’d had to spend what felt like eternity reminding himself how to breathe again. He’d been having more nightmares recently, ones so bad that he almost considered Jason’s advice to start seeing a therapist. I mean, shit, he knew college wasn’t doing much for him in the mental health department but things hadn’t been this bad since he was thirteen.

He tried different things each night to get himself back to sleep―whatever it took. One night he didn’t manage to properly get back to sleep afterwards; he just lay in his bed with the lights on and music playing, counting the beats of his heart as he dozed on and off. That night, after waking up, he couldn’t stand his own skin, couldn’t stand being trapped in his body any longer, couldn’t stand the way he could still feel cold, dead hands from the dream clutching him―

So he’d gotten in the fucking shower and made the water as hot as he could stand and then the goddamn fire alarm went off. Jesus Christ, of all the fucking nights.

“Must have been a pretty bad dream,” Will murmured.

Nico shrugged. “Yeah, I mean… Yeah. I was… Sorry for being so harsh on you earlier. I was still kind of shaken up, I guess. I probably wouldn’t have marched to your apartment for a stupid mistake on a normal night.”

Will grinned. “Probably?”

“Maybe.”

Will laughed. “Oh, here!” He handed a small tin to Nico. “You helped make em, you should get some for yourself.”

Nico opened it to see that it was crammed full of pizzelles. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. I love the bathrobe, by the way―I never said.”

“Oh god.” Nico groaned. “It’s not mine.”

“Your girlfriend’s?”

And then Nico was laughing again. Christ, that was twice in one night. Something must be wrong with him. “Yeah, no. It’s my sister’s.”

“Ah. Well, for the record, my next guess was that it was your boyfriend’s. I don’t mean to assume anything.”

Nico sucked his teeth. “I don’t have one of those, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Yes, very disappointing.”

Will smiled softly to himself and Nico noticed that he had a dimple on one side of his face. God. Nico really wished he smiled more.

“Well, thanks so much for the baking help. You really didn’t have to,” Will said as they walked towards the door.

Nico waved him off. “I’m the one who came to your apartment in an angry rage. I needed to make it up to you somehow.”

“Do you frequently get in angry rages?”

“Yes, but mostly just for the aesthetic. Usually I’m too tired to be properly angry.”

Will laughed.

“I’ll return the tin to you, by the way,” Nico added.

“Will you be showing up at my apartment nearly naked again?”

Nico flushed and laughed nervously. “No, I promise I will be fully clothed.”

Will hummed disappointedly. “Well, I suppose I can’t have everything,” he murmured. He smiled then, full and warm, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, and yes, Nico definitely wanted to see that smile more. “Goodnight, Nico,” he said cheerfully.

The door shut before Nico could figure out a way to respond. He stood there staring at it for a solid thirty seconds before turning and heading back to his apartment. When he got back, he decided, he’d put the pizzelles in a different container. He wanted to return the tin to Will Solace as soon as he could get away with.

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #fanfiction #fanfic #pjo #hoo #toa #fluff #request #anon #i cant believe im actually posting a fic in 2018 omg

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purge-that-urge-rhackathon · 6 years

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-gently kicks thru the door- how did i only now find ur blog hot dang. hey if ur still doing requests or prompts.. consider... a thing where jack takes care of rhys. just like in whatever way u might want to take that. im thinking like rhys is sick and is 2 pitiful to take care of himself but u can totally... smut that up to ur own tastes should u so desire. yes the first time i interact w/ u its to ask for smut and no this is not out of character for me sdjgskhhffh im so srry

It’s a big internet out there and this blog is only 3 years old…. it happens heheheh xD And you caught me in an excellent mood SO:

This labeled as Assistance. Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Rhys was frustrated.

Not just because he’d tripped over his own damn feet bringing Jack his morning coffee, nor from the resultant fracture to his left hand that the doctors told him to absolutely not use for the remaining two weeks as it healed nicely, and not even from the fact that his right hand needed recalibration after the embarrassing face-plant in front of the CEO’s desk.

No, he was frustrated because Jack– for all his teasing and braying laughter- was actually being nice about Rhys’ clumsy fall, had shunted off the majority of hand-intensive work to his secretary, and was being extra considerate and handsy with him in the office in ways that set Rhys’ heart beating faster.

In the very sense of the word, Rhys was getting desperate, and desperation lead to… creativity.

His cybernetic arm was a mechanical wonder of technology, yes, but even without the calibration it so sorely needed, it wasn’t quite the same– or welcoming- as his flesh hand.

He’d considered asking Jack to recalibrate it for him- more than a few times- but the idea of letting his boss into his subsystems and opening up his hardware was…. Well… Jack had a questionable attention span already, and coupled with his brilliant mind, Rhys was worried about what he could possibly put in there. Spyware. Weird voice commands. Or worse, with the connection to his echoeye, he might encounter all the very-specific searches Rhys had done about the man on the echonet.

Not worth it, in his opinion.

His right hand was… usable, yeah, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t what he’d call ambidextrous, and the lag in how his fingers worked– imperceptible to others but frustratingly off to him- made even the most enthusiastic jerking-session a lesson in persistence.

He was horny was the thing. Crazy horny. Unable-to-ignore and stressed-out-of-his-mind-and-required-release horny. Release was good, the relief itself a blessing, but he wasn’t satisfied. And the fact that his insanely-attractive boss almost seemed to be touching him more than normal in encouragement, watching him more keenly than usual in case he needed assistance, wasn’t helping matters.

Of course he could have just been being paranoid, and Jack himself was more observant than he was given credit for. But if Rhys didn’t figure out some way to get himself off that wasn’t shamefully sticking it in a sock and fucking between the mattress, then he was probably going to end up short-circuiting something.

And then he’d be out two hands and up one easily-encouraged boner and he could just kiss his professional reputation goodbye.

Not that he didn’t feel he was doing that already.

Jack had given him half days to rest– or more like half-weeks. Rhys spent some days working from the couch in his apartment– or his bed when feeling particularly lazy- and other days spent in the office with the CEO doing not much else than fetching coffee or looking pretty when Jack yelled at people.

He was doing that now, actually, listening to music and working remotely with his echotablet from bed to organize things for Jack’s meeting tomorrow.

Well speak of the devil. A notification popped up on his echoeye; the personal chat Jack had had him install mainly so he could write snarky comments to the younger man during meetings. Though it also proved very useful to quickly communicate since Rhys’ hands weren’t doing what he wanted them to these days.

→J4ckRule5: ive got some shit I need you to personally look through→J4ckRule5: stuff for 2morrow these idiots didnt send in the brief

Crap. What timing.

←Rhy5winz: Do you need me to come in?→J4ckRule5: nah ill drop it by your crappy little apartment after work→J4ckRule5: been meaning to see if that part of helios needs fumigating again :p←Rhy5winz: >>:|←Rhy5winz: Thanks for your kindness and consideration, sir.

There was a pause, and Rhys smirked to himself. Jack was probably laughing at his own jokes, but even more at Rhys’ overly polite response. They were hardly this courteous to one another anymore after working together so long, and his own way of handling his boss made him grin. Jack’s response met his expectations entirely; probably bored with nothing better to do than bug him.

→J4ckRule5: U mad? (:

Rhys smirked.

←Rhy5winz: I don’t know what you mean, sir.←Rhy5winz: Please take care when coming down here.←Rhy5winz: Don’t want any vermin biting our CEO.

Rhys was amused as he waited for Jack to get back to him, the CEO typing for ages it felt, when Rhys realized something.

Shit. He was getting hard over Jack’s playful messages. Really? Over a few innocent texts from his boss about work? Seriously? That’s what was getting him excited nowadays? Jesus he needed to take the edge off ASAP because this wasn’t just embarrassing, but downright insulting. Not to mention what it said about him to be getting all hot over Jack’s denigrating teasing.

Rhys stared at his tented boxer briefs with judgment as Jack’s response was overlaid right over the tip of his dick.

→J4ckRule5: dont get ur panties in a twist there pumpkin ;D

Rhys’ dick twitched at that.

Fuck.

Even as he was disappointed in his cock’s lack of taste in what was erotic, he was already palming himself through his underwear with his metallic hand. Maybe he could make this work.

→J4ckRule5: if u even own panties

Rhys’ brows shot up in interest and a spike of undue alarm at the thought that Jack knew what he was doing went through him– and made his cock harder.

→J4ckRule5: speaking of which:→J4ckRule5: do u own panties? (;

Rhys actually laughed, a husky sound as his cock liked this conversation very much so, and didn’t give much thought as to the appropriateness of the topic.

←Rhy5winz: You can’t bring up a topic and then say ‘speaking of which’, Jack.→J4ckRule5: i just did ;p→J4ckRule5: dont change the subject

Rhys’ chewed on his lips, his breathing deep and hips moving just a little of their own volition against his hand. He freed his cock from its confines and stroked himself, cursing the lag and responsiveness of his hand, but making do.

←Rhy5winz: Wouldn’t you like to know→J4ckRule5: i would ;D→J4ckRule5: answer the question kitten. im really bored here

Rhys allowed his mind to wander, to fantasize over any possible subtext. Bored. Right. The idea that Jack was bored and jerking off in his chair gave him a little thrill. That he was talking to Rhys of all people while possibly doing so made him very excited indeed.

←Rhy5winz: Sorry sir, that is classified information.←Rhy5winz: You don’t have access :p→J4ckRule5: brat→J4ckRule5: and how does one gain access? ;D

Okay, this was some next-level flirting for Jack; playing along and furthering the teasing. And that response was fast. He was either super bored and having a laugh at Rhys’ expense, or he was passing the time by playing a little five-on-one.

Good idea or not, Rhys wasn’t the one writing his responses to the older man so much as his cock was, and all the thoughts of Jack’s hands on him in the office– little innocent but overly familiar touches- was adding to the novelty of the experience.

←Rhy5winz: This is pretty privileged information←Rhy5winz: I don’t know. Maybe you should work harder→J4ckRule5: OH believe me cupcake im the hardest worker on this station

Rhys made a little noise at that, now certain Jack had his dick in hand and taking out his boredom at Rhys’ expense. Well, teasing the CEO back was probably safe at this point, right? He knew Jack appreciated some good word play, and though it was risky, he decided to let the older man know he knew what he was up to. It wasn’t like Jack didn’t make dirty jokes in the office constantly. Turnaround was fair play.

←Rhy5winz: I have no doubt you are ;)←Rhy5winz: Sucks having to take matters into your own hands

Jack was typing for several moments, Rhys’ heart beating and his cock pulsing as he awaited the response. It was shorter than all that typing lead him to expect, making him curious what the older man might’ve sent instead.

→J4ckRule5: ur killin me here cupcake

Rhys snickered at the response, waiting for more, but none came. Huh. Well, that was anticlimactic, though it was useful as he was harder than ever (or as hard as he’d been since the injury) and he quickly forgot about their conversation in lieu of inflating it for masturbation fantasies.

It was going pretty well, actually, and he’d have to thank Jack (in some roundabout way, of course… maybe a cheese and sausage basket to be funny) because he knew it wasn’t going to be a goddamn nightmare trying to get himself off this time. No lubed-up and ruined socks– which was a crime in itself- nor errant twitching of uncalibrated fingers to throw off his delicate movements on his poor neglected cock.

No, rubbing himself against his thighs was actually working pretty nicely, and the smooth metal of his fingers warmed with his body heat actually felt really good. Imagining Jack at his desk imagining Rhys was doing it for him, and rereading their conversation from earlier only added more substance to his fantasy.

So when Jack himself stuck his head around the corner of Rhys’ doorjamb, the younger man thought he was just getting really good at visualizing what he wanted– for approximately a quarter of a second.

Rhys made an impossible sound between a gulp and a squeak– impressive in Jack’s opinion- as he quickly pulled a pillow over himself, face crimson and speechless that Jack was in his apartment, let alone his bedroom.

“Heeeeey cupcake… Whatcha doin’?”

The dirty leer on Jack’s face told Rhys the older man knew exactly what he’d been doing. There was no way out of this, and Jack looked about as pleased as anyone finding someone else jerking their dick possibly could.

“H-How– How did you get in here? Why are you in here?!”

“Was gonna deliver that stuff to you but forgot it halfway after those dirty texts you sent me, kitten. Not to mention, the door locks on this level are ridiculously easy to hack.”

Jack’s grin was predatory, shark-like, and it did funny things to Rhys’ stomach, and furthermore, his cock beneath the pillow.

“This how you’ve been using these work-at-home days? It’s not like I’d stop you if you wanted to do this at the office, kiddo.”

Rhys whined, embarrassed, frustrated, tired, and goddamn horny and just wanting a little relief. His damn cock was still hard beneath the pillow.

It had flagged a little, yeah, but with the object of his fantasy right goddamn there and the way Jack was leering at him, well… Rhys’ cock was a dirty goddamn traitor and he wasn’t getting out of this situation gracefully.

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?”

Jack’s eyes were darting between his face and the pillow, interest and amusement there both but not yet moving closer, and Rhys was so close yet not, and so goddamn fucking frustrated he didn’t even care at this point and rambled quickly to the older man. “…I’ve had a rough week and shit timing and no sleep and I hate this damn cast and being useless and I can’t sleep-” he repeated, “-and nothing is working how it should and I can’t even do my job right and I feel useless here.”

“That it?” Jack asked smugly, still looking expectantly at the pillow.

Rhys knew he was not going to drop the topic, so he internally said fuck it and just blurted out: “…and I’m just really pent up and this isn’t fucking working and if I don’t get off I’m going to strangle someone… with someone else’s hands,” he growled.

A pleased shiver went up Jack’s back as a smirk took his face, and he moved closer as if his personal assistant’s dick wasn’t out and leaking beneath a Hyperion-branded pillow. “Babe, kitten, is that all? If you were horny you could’ve just said so. I’d have been down here ten minutes ago.”

Jack sat down next to him, a hand starting at his thigh and disappearing under the pillow. He heard the way Rhys’ breath hitched, the younger man’s face becoming less red with embarrassment and more pink with arousal, and his whole body very aware of the path Jack’s hand was taking. When it made contact with his shaft, Rhys made a mumbled sort of whimper in his throat, eyes shutting tightly as Jack’s big hand wrapped around his cock and gave him a gentle squeeze. Rhys whined pathetically, and Jack cozied up into his space to whisper smugly into the younger man’s ear.

“Baby,” Jack said, breath hot on Rhys’ skin as he allowed his face to touch Rhys’ own just barely. “I’m always up to get you what you need. Even if all you need is to get off.” He gave him a stroke and Rhys’ hand shot out to grab Jack at the man’s shoulder, bending a little at the waist towards Jack as it felt so damn good and was just what he needed and god he wanted Jack to stroke him.

Jack pressed his lips to Rhys’ neck where the younger man’s flesh was exposed to him, grinning and feeling his own cock rallying in his jeans as he played with Rhys.

The pillow was flung away, and Jack wrapped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the other giving him long, tight strokes that passed over his cockhead every few. It was rougher than Rhys was used to– but he was so on edge and it was so goddamn satisfying and it was Jack doing it to him- and he came relatively quickly with pleased little cries over the older man’s hand.

Jack wiped his hand on Rhys’ sheets before hooking a hand behind his neck and kissing the younger man senseless. It totally blew Rhys’ mind.

Sex was one thing, kissing was another, and Rhys was thrown through so many loops and twists and turns of defied expectations that he threw caution to the wind and wrapped his arms around his boss, the Handsome Jack, and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Jack’s heavy breathing and the way the older man’s kisses turned to nipping bites was already rallying Rhys’ cock for a second time, but he pulled away when Jack broke it, a filthy look of desire on his face that Rhys’ attention was only stolen from by the older man’s tented pants.

“Jack, I-I want to– to– fuck,” he cursed, wanting more than anything to return the favor and get his hands on his boss’s dick like something out of one of his fantasies. Neither of his hands were up to the job and the last thing he wanted to do was have the CEO think he was shit at handjobs, but the way Jack was tenting his own jeans was nothing to tease about. He’d done that to the CEO, and dammit, he really wanted to do something memorable to it.

“Maybe next time, sweet pea,” Jack laughed at Rhys’ words, a big hand on Rhys’ thigh as he bit at the younger man’s neck. “When you’re all healed up and I don’t have a meeting with distribution in an hour. Maybe in my big yellow chair, mm?”

Rhys’ eyes widened as he looked at the older man. Next time? Wait… he wanted to fuck him?

Jesus Antwerp Christ, Rhys must’ve actually fell on his head and not his hand, and he was having a coma-wet-dream right now, because that was right up there in his impossible bucket-list of imaginary jerk-off material.

“In the meantime baby, you don’t need your hands to give a blowjob, right?”

Rhys swallowed and his mouth watered, and at this point he didn’t give a shit about Jack’s smug look that said he knew he was going to get what he wanted, or that insufferable grin that knew how much Rhys wanted to give it to him.

No, the younger man slid off his unmade bed, cock still out at half-mast, to eagerly get between Jack’s knees while the older man chuckled with arousal and undid his belt and fly to remove his cock from his jeans.

It wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever given, or even in the top five, but the way Jack moaned his name, carded fingers through his messy hair, and talked dirty to him as Rhys sucked him off definitely ranked it among the most memorable of experiences to boot. The strangled curses that left the older man’s lips as he’d come down Rhys’ throat was the best of all, and knowing he was one of the few privileged enough to know the sound of Handsome Jack being thoroughly wrecked was enough to get him through this hellish period until he got full use of his hands back.

“Jesus kiddo, if that’s what you can do without your hands, I can’t wait until you’re all fixed.” He swiped a thumb under Rhys’ swollen lower lip, teasing it over his mouth before applying the barest of pressure. Rhys sucked the digit into his mouth with a pleased hum, and Jack just chuckled, pleased. “Damn buttercup, you were pent up, huh baby?”

Rhys just nodded in agree– would agree to just about anything Jack said right now- and hopped back up on the bed when Jack patted it.

The older man kissed him into the mattress, hand already back on his cock which surprised Rhys enough to make a noise about it, and Jack just laughed until he’d jerked him to full hardness and through another orgasm.

Rhys’ sheets were a ruined mess, and he was more or less feeling the same. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Jack tucked his own spent cock back into his pants, redid zip and belt, and told Rhys his work for the day was excellent. It made them both laugh, and Jack moved to leave until he gave one last look at the younger man laying there, the very picture of contentment.

“Forget something?” Rhys asked, voice teasing but dripping with satisfaction.

“Yeah, I did.”

Jack came and bent at the waist to kiss him again, moving to his neck where he sucked and bit at the younger man. It felt good until Rhys yelped, and Jack rose with a laugh, moving Rhys’ hand that had moved to the spot where he’d bit him. There was a pretty decent hickey there. Rhys bruised up nicely.

“What the hell, Jack?”

“Just making sure you don’t forget about me, cupcake.”

Rhys gave him a frown. “We work together.”

“So, so well, sugar pie.” The glare Rhys sent his way had zero effect on the older man. “Okay pumpkin, see you tomorrow, bright and early. Same old same old. Or maybe not so much.”

Rhys snorted. His neck smarted, but he was already excited about work tomorrow, clear this little liaison was going to be continued, and pleased as fucking punch about it. “Lock up after yourself, will you? Don’t want any vermin getting in. There was a big rat in here that just bit the shit out of me.”

“You little brat,” Jack laughed, himself feeling ready for the dullery that was distribution, his own edge without his pretty PA well taken off. “But guess I don’t want anyone else taking a bite of my cheese.” Rhys snorted. “See ya babe.”

Rhys laid in bed for a while after, replaying everything in his head all giddy as hell. Dream come true? Yes please and thank you for seconds if you don’t mind.

He got up later with interest as his doorbell rang, wondering if it was Jack and if the older man had remembered his manners.

A special delivery from one of Helios’ most expensive boutiques was instead waiting for him to sign, the Hyperion-yellow lace of expensive panties inside with a note that said ‘Mystery solved -J.’

Rhys told himself he was going to spite the older man by not wearing them to work tomorrow, but Jack’s pleased laugh of surprise when his face was in Rhys’ lacey-crotch the next day was worth it.

With Jack’s special deliveries and their new work ethic, Rhys found that fracturing his hand wasn’t so bad in retrospect, and for every stormcloud, there was a Hyperion-yellow laced-lining to look forward to.

kofi | ao3

#rhack #handsome jack #rhys the company man #fanfiction #poisonjack #my fic #LOLOL believe it or not i actually began work on this right after you sent in the ask but it did take me a few hours to fill SOOO...still fa #im still fast imo >_> AHAHAHA xD look at that i actually did something new for the moment AHAHAH #not exactly what you asked for but im currently up to my neck in hurt/comfort stuff across all fandoms and about 8 fics so i went #in this direction instead of the sick thing xD ...LOLOL did it work? i think it worked...we got fairly kinky hahah #ummmm if anything looks off or missing could anyone let me know? i havent done a read through to check cuz no time xD #gotta wash my uniform xD im pretty sure shit aint missing tho >_> i ended up catching some stuff in the coding process hahaha

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GREY AREA. (M) | 09

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“Wanting love from someone who doesn’t want to love you, will destroy your fucking heart.” - Anonymous

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader → Word Count: 4,228 → Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, → Chapter Index

When you wake up, it's to the sound of a familiar vibration that belongs to your phone, and the hum of your fan whirring from beside you.

Small droplets of rain hit your window creating a nice pitter patter sound, and you think that you've heard what could only be distinguished as thunder, roar in the distance.

The vibration from your phone goes off another second later, and you have to pull yourself up from your slumber to search for it. You find it by your feet, ignoring the question of how the hell did it get down there? Because you had learned long ago not to question you and your sleeping habits, because according to Taehyung, you slept roughly.

The fabric of your feather bedsheet is smooth as your palms run against it, momentarily forgetting about your phone as you plop back downwards against the surface of your bed. Your back hitting the mattress with a soft umfh sound that you're pretty sure only existed in cartoon shows until right then.

It's a moment after your eyes have connected with the ceiling of your room, and in the midst of you trying to figure out what you're going to do with your Saturday, when you remember just why you had woken up.

Or, for better words, are reminded.

Because your phone has just vibrated in your hand again.

You were really going to need to start turning it on silent before bed.

Your eyes almost widen when they flicker across the screen of your phone.

Not because it was ten in the morning, but rather because of the amount of missed phonecalls and messages you've received.

The person who had dared wake you from you slumber was none other than your only female friend, making her your girl-bestfriend by default (or so she liked to state) and you're astonished to see just how many times she had attempted to reach you.

You decide to scroll through the notifications settled on your homescreen.

[9:31 AM] Yoona – pls be awake

[9:32 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:33 AM] Yoona – goddamn it wake the fuck up

[9:34 AM] Jungkook – you busy 2day

[9:42 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:45 AM] Taehyung – wake tf up and answer ur damn phone cn hear it from my room u fuck

[9:47 AM] Yoona – im freakin th fuck out, coming ovr

[9:50 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:51 AM] Mom – Dad and I are coming to the city today, we're going to stop and pick you up for a late lunch! We've missed you baby girl. 2 sound okay?

[9:53 AM] Taehyung – I swr 2 god if u dont answer ur fuckin phone

Your eyes immediately dart back to the message from your mother, and immediately you're met with a mixture of happiness and nervousness.

You were excited to visit with your parents, hardly was it that you ever got to see them, let alone talk to them. But, whenever they visited you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Like they might make you pack your bags and leave with them back to the hellhole that you had grown up in – but you knew they would never ask it of you, but still, the thought made something stir uncomfortably inside of you.

You're slapped out of your thoughts when your bedroom door swings open, and you're half expecting Taehyung. So you're only taken by a little surprise when it's Yoona that's stumbles inside.

Her hair wet as it runs down her sides and soaks her tshirt, her red rainboots drenched and making ugly stains in the carpet of your bedroom, and she looks like she's just seen a ghost.

It's enough to prompt you to slowly sit upwards, confusion mixed with concern starting to overtake your body, and starting to make itself evident in your features.

“Y/N.” Yoona says a moment later, voice soft. “You didn't answer your phone?”

And she stares at you. With eyes that look traumatized.

You cross your legs in a criss cross position, bringing them up and into your own personal space, this an indication that she is more than welcome to sit on your bed, wet or not.

“I was asleep, I'm sorry. What's-” you pause. “What's going on?”

She processes your indication, eyes flickering down to your bedsheets, a million things stirring silently in her eyes. And without another word she slowly strides across your bedroom, shucking off her wet jacket and letting it fall to hit the floor beside her. She takes a seat on your bed, elbows moving to press into the material of her denim jeans, and her body sort of crouches over. Hands moving to press to her forehead.

Her actions make you nervous, because you had never seen Yoona quite like this.

So you scoot up to her body just a tad, not wanting to scare her away. And you move your right hand to the center of her back, starting to move it in slow, gentle circles across the damp material.

“Yoona,” you say with a certain gentleness etched in your words. “What's going on?”

And she breathes out a large breath, slowly. One that makes you wonder if she had been breathing before you let out that question.

And with her eyes settled somewhere below, probably your carpet, her lips part and she speaks.

“You know,” she says calmly, “how when some soulmate's meet they just know it. Like they feel something or whatever?”

You immediately think back to Yoongi, how you had felt the heat of a thousand forest fires when he had laid eyes on you, you think about how every time he stares at you, you feel that undeniable warmth.

The facts cause you to nod your head in response.

But then you think back to Park Jimin. And how nothing had been felt when you were staring at each other. It wasn't uncommon for soulmate's not to feel something when they found each other, it was as common as it was to feel something when soulmate's met.

Some people said it depended on how strong the bond was, but you didn't believe that.

Because whenever your parents stared at each other, they felt nothing. But the love they had for one another was right there, was undeniable, was impossible to discredit. You could practically feel how strong their bond was, how protected their love was.

So you believed that some soulmate's felt things, and some didn't.

Nevermind the bond.

But had you felt something with Jimin but the shock you had been faced with, when meeting your second soulmate numbed everything off? Or was there not actually anything felt there?

“Yes.” You add for good measure, eyes flickering from where they had been dazing off at – the bedsheets – and to the side of Yoona's face.

The side that is visible.

“H-have you been outside today?” She says almost immediately, and your eyebrows raise in curiosity. What did the weather have to do with soulmates?

But, you answer anyway.

“No-”

She doesn't even let you form the last syllable before she's speaking.

“Despite the storm, it's hot, Y/N. Eighty degrees out.” She turns her head towards you, hand reaching for the phone in her pocket as if you don't believe her.

You stop her though.

“I believe you.”

Her actions halt.

“It's hot outside, Y/N.” She states a second later, eyes staring directly into yours. “But I – I, felt so cold for a moment.”

You blink.

“Like I was in the worst ice storm to ever occur on this planet.”

She blinks.

“What I'm trying to say is that – I think, I think I found my soulmate.” You watch as the corner of her lips tug upwards into a small smile. “I think I felt Yugyeom.”

You're taken by surprise. Your eyes widening just a tad as the weight of her words hit you like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour.

“You-” you pause, blinking again. “You think you met--” You're rambling, unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes.” She says. “It was so cold, Y/N. So fucking cold. And there wasn't any wind, not a breeze, nothing-- and I stopped, and I immediately started to see if someone was staring at me, or if someone had bumped into me but no- I couldn't – I lost him. Just like that.”

Her voice breaks towards the end, and it's not until you come back from your stunned state, do you realize that the wet on her face is not from the rain, but rather, from tears.

“I lost him Y/N. He was there one second, and gone the next. How- how-” she lets out a deep breath as she stares at you. “What if I never see him again, Y/N? What if the Universe just gave me the chance of finding him, to only rip it away before I could even get a look at him?”

“Yoona,” you say inbetween her shallow breaths and rushed sentences. “breathe okay? I need you to breathe.”

And you say this because you know what it looks like at the start of a panic attack, and Yoona – she was showing all signs of one about to start, of one forming, like a tornado right in front of you.

She nods slowly, her words fall silently as she focuses on breathing. Her body turning towards yours a bit more, as her left hand moves out to grasp your free one – your left, as well. And she holds onto your hand, holds onto it like it's the thread holding her to a mountain. Like if she lets go, she will fall to her death. And she squeezes, and you let her.

After a moment, when the death grip she has on your hand has lessened – if only for a little bit, after you're able to form coherent thoughts about how to react to this situation, you finally part your lips to speak.

“Where were you when you felt him, Yoona?”

It takes her a second to respond.

“The library.” She says in between breaths.

“The campus one?”

She nods her head.

And you let the corner of your lips tilt upwards. “Yoona, the campus library. He was near the campus library. Meaning, he has to attend our University.”

You notice how her body is starting to calm, how the rise and fall of her chest has dropped significantly. And your eyes stare at hers, and it's then that you can practically see the gears turning in her head.

“And babe, I know you're scared. I know you're frightened at the thought of never seeing him again, or that your opportunity has diminished, but -” you breathe out. “the Universe knows what it's doing, okay? It might not make sense as of now, but sooner or later things will become clear, things will fall into place-”

You're cut off.

“But what if-” you interject.

“And if worse case scenario occurs, and you both don't run into each other before college is over, we will find a way to him, alright? We'll sneak into the office and go through every “Kim Yugyeom,” file that exists, track each and every one of them down, and then you can personally slap him for not finding you sooner. Alright?”

And it only takes her a few seconds before she's nodding. Before she's calmed down completely.

“What--” she pauses, hesitance evident in her lack of body movements and how silently she lets the one word slip out. “What if I'm not ready?” She asks.

Gaze returning to yours.

And all you can do is smile.

Let the corner of your lips uplift the tiniest amount.

And your voice is quiet when you answer, your tone soft.

“We usually never are.”

“Oh my god, your hair!”

Is the first thing your father had stated when you had stepped out of your apartment later that day.

Both of your parents were standing by your father's car, and both of their eyes had widened at the exact same time, jaws dropping when you had appeared outside.

Their reaction was priceless, you only wished you had recorded it because it was something you never wanted to forget.

And that was about as much of a reaction they had had regarding the subject. They both were pleased, and were happy you had done something you wanted.

Even if it meant drastically changing your appearance.

They had embraced you with warm hugs, and tight squeezes while pressing lingering kisses into your hair.

And seeing your parents is one thing you will never grow tired of.

Being around them is another.

Even if sometimes it hurts to see just how in love they really are.

Because watching them, is like staring at a life you will never have.

Like staring at a love you are destined to never experience.

The thought causes your heart to ache.

You're sitting in one of the booths, while they take the seat across from you. And your eyes are staring directly at their intertwined hands. How their fingers seem to fit perfectly into each others.

And for a moment you start to wonder if Jimin and Yoongi's hand's would fit the same in yours, or if one would fit better than the other.

You don't spend much time lingering on that particular thought.

“Y/N,” comes your mother's sweet honey like voice. “how's living with Taehyung and Hoseok?”

Your eyes direct themselves from your parents intertwined fingers and up to your mother's eyes. At the mention of both of your beloved roommates you can't help but smile.

“It's fantastic.” You say. “The only problem I have is their forgetfulness when it comes to their keys. And how they expect me to do their laundry, because and I quote, “You're a girl, don't girl's like doing the laundry?”

And sure, you had been living with them for almost a year, but your parent's still worried, still wondered, and still asked questions.

You can hear the way your father tries but fails to stifle a laugh, and you can see the way your mom shakes her head as a knowing smile slides across her lips.

“Sexist, isn't it?” You ask, eyes remaining on your mother's, you glance down to her lips as an amused expression covers her features, as a smile grows onto them.

“But you're happy?” She asks a moment later, curiosity evident in her voice.

And despite the recent predicaments that had caused a few heartbreaks, and more than one entire day of you just sleeping in your bed, wasting the day, you nod your head. The smile on your lips not faltering.

“I'm happy.” You reassure her.

And for the most part, it's not a lie.

“Are you sleeping well?' Your father's voice cuts in, causing your head to turn to the most important man in your life.

You can see how his eyes flicker from your own, and to the bags settled underneath them, and you, for just a moment curse yourself for leaving your phone on vibrate instead of silent.

“For the most part.” You reply, head nodding a few times. “Studies, and boy roommates can be quite obnoxious.”

You watch the grin as it spreads across his face, head shaking a few times. But then his head stills, and his eyes glance upwards to yours, having forgotten the food on his plate for the time being.

“What about sex?” He asks a heartbeat later, taking you by complete and utter surprise.

You choke on the air, moving a hand up and to cover over your mouth quickly. Mostly to hide the embarrassment that paints itself pretty across your cheeks.

“Jiwo!” Your mother almost yells in a scolding, her hand moving from his and to flick the side of his head.

He turns to her suddenly, arms moving up in surrender. “What?” He replies. “I was just --”

“Prodding yourself into business where you certainly do not belong!” She interrupts, a look you can't quite decipher forming on her face.

And even though you're afraid you might die of embarrassment any moment, you speak. Mostly to save you dad's life, because you're certain your mom was going to kill him.

“No.” You reply honestly, catching both of their attention. “No sex.” You state, a chuckle falling from your lips afterward. “But, I have to agree with mom on this one, most definitely not your business.”

Your father shrugs, his shoulders uplifting as his hands move to grab both of his chopsticks he had dropped a moment prior of being scolded.

“But,” you continue, “you wouldn't have to worry. I'm an adult, meaning I know the repercussions, I know how to protect myself.” It comes out in a slow draw.

You watch as you father's nose starts to scrunch up in distaste, obviously growing uncomfortable with the thought of his daughter having sex with someone.

“Anyway!” Your mother says, both of her hands moving to clap together. A clear attempt at changing the subject.

She scoots forward then, chest pressing to the edge of the table. Her eyebrows raising, and a smile appearing on her lips. Her head tilts downwards as her eyes rest on yours. “Met anyone?”

You don't hesitate to shake your head.

“No.” You say, perhaps a little bit too rushed to be believable.

“Well,” she says, her free hand moving to grasp one of yours. “don't worry. When the Universe see's fit, it'll happen.”

You can only nod your head in response.

“But-” you say just a moment later. Before having thought pretty much anything through. “we're uh – we're reading this novel in English,” you lie smoothly. “and I wanted your guys' opinion on it.”

This catches both of your parent's attention, your dad putting down his chopsticks, eyes falling onto yours. Your mom's attention had already been on you.

“All ears baby.” She says, gesturing you with a nod of her head to continue.

“It's about a- um, a boy,” you say, “who has two soulmate's.” You smile. “Like me. And well – he's found both of them, but one of them wants nothing to do with him- and the other, is well, with someone else.”

Your eyes glance down to the surface of the table you three are sitting at, not being able to look at your parent's faces as you lie to them so easily.

“And sh—he's caught in a predicament, you see. “

You pause, taking in a deep breath. You hardly notice the way your mom squeezes your hand.

“The one soulmate he's met – he's uh, offering him a friendship. Asking for a chance but – just to be friend's. After this boy has asked this soulmate for a chance repeatedly, after being refused several times. He's finally opening up to the idea or something. - And we're at the part in the book where he's trying to decide what to do about his soulmate's. Whether he should reveal his name to his soulmate, and if he should accept the offer from the other.”

You look upwards, eyes staring from your father's and then to your mother's where they stay for a moment.

“So what would you guys do if you were him?”

Your father clears his throat, this drawing your attention. And he holds your gaze for a moment, like he wants to say something, but at the last moment he decides against it.

“I think,” he says, deep voice reminding you of a beacon of hope in horrid situation. He turns to stare at your mother as he finishes his sentence. “This is one for your mother, I was never good at English, after all.” He lets out a chuckle, trying to clear the suddenly terse atmosphere.

You nod your head, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. And you want to ask your father if he's able to see through your lies, to see through your false feelings, because after all, he's the one who taught you how to hide them so unintentionally.

You direct your attention to your mother. Whose eyes, you find, are as sharp as knives as she stares at you. But despite her deep stare, a soft expression is written across her face.

“I think,” she says a moment later. She shakes her head. “That's – those are both two very difficult situations. Whoever wrote this book – they must not have a heart.” She nods her head as she speaks.

You let out a slow breath, and she does the same.

“In my opinion, sh-he's,” she corrects herself quickly. “has already lost one of his soulmate's. Permanently or not, we don't know. And for some reason, his other soulmate seems to be coming around. So instead of answering for him, I'd ask him one question, and one question only.”

She stops, her eyes peering into yours.

And you cannot do anything to calm the nerves in your stomach.

“What would you ask him?”

You ponder hesitantly.

It takes her just a moment to respond, her hand giving yours another gentle squeeze.

“I'd ask him if he was ready to lose another soulmate. Permanently or not.”

You let the weight of her words sink in. You allow your brain to process them slowly. You think over them. Every letter, every syllable, every vowel, every word until you've memorized that sentence.

Until you're positively sure you could recite it perfectly.

“As for the other predicament – I,” she says slowly. “I honestly don't know. Like we've told you years ago, some people find love in someone who is not their soulmate. So I guess- I guess it depends on him. Depends on his thoughts of whether he believes that soulmates not being with one another is okay. It's a very diverse topic.”

And then she's rolling her shoulders back.

“I just hope that this character knows that he has friend's and family who are there for him. No matter what happens, or so I assume he does?”

You can only nod your head in response, your brain still trying to recover from what she stated earlier.

“Well said, my love.” Your father says as he stares at your mother, a smile on his lips and admiration in his eyes. He turns back to you.

“Now, let's eat. I'm starved!”

You force a smile, trying to shake thoughts of your predicament out of your head.

You're unable to eat half of what's on your plate.

It's on your walk home from the cafe/restaurant, that you realize just what you're going to do about Park Jimin – at least for now.

Because as you're about to pass the place you saw Jimin and the stranger last, you're met with the sight of them both, again, outside. Only this time they aren't kissing, but instead planting flowerbeds in their windowsill, or at least – Jimin is.

You wanted to ask them what the use was, it had been raining and it would probably end up raining again, if the sky had anything to say about it.

But here they were, doing something so domestic it made your stomach flip.

The stranger, you have yet to discover the name of, is crouching down at their sidewalk, a pot of flowers beside her, and a small shovel in her hand. She seems to be digging up a space for the plant. The ground is wet and mud is going to stain the kneecap parts of her pants.

Good.

You think.

Hoping deep inside that those jeans were her favorite and that they would in fact be ruined.

And it's when you see Jimin turn around, watch as those beautiful eyes move to stare at the back of the girl on the ground, and something that you can't quite pinpoint, but if you had to guess would be pure and innocent love fill them, that you immediately regret your thoughts.

Because the smile that spreads across Jimin's lips, says enough.

Is one you know all too well. Because years ago, when you met the girl of your dreams in highschool, she had smiled at you that same way.

You had no right to be bitter or upset towards the girl Jimin was in love with.

In all honesty, you should be thanking her.

Because, sure, she may have stolen your soulmate from you.

But something in the way Jimin stares at her, the way that smile forms on that beautifully tan skin, says that Jimin definitely went with her willingly.

And you should be thanking her – for loving Jimin in a way, you could only hope to do someday.

And it's as you witness this, that you decide.

You were not going to give up your identity to Jimin – at least not for now.

And even though they had taken a chance of your happiness away– you were not going to ruin or take away theirs.

And even though you had lost a soulmate, to someone you could only hope would love Jimin as much as you could have, it only made you want to grasp onto the one you had left tightly.

Made you want to be in Yoongi's life.

Even if it was just for a friendship.

You turn the corner then, deciding to take a detour to Yoongi's apartment.

You've finally come to your decision.

If it was friendship Min Yoongi wanted, it was a friendship he was going to get.

Pt. 10

A/N- Before you all decide to murder me because of the length of this chapter, part 10 will be released either today, or here in a few days. Originally it was all supposed to be one big chapter, but I didn’t think it ran well together.

I am so sorry for the delay, but inspiration did not come easily for these two chapters. Any who, I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. Thoughts, opinions, theories, and speculations are always welcomed! See you soon!

Much love!

PS - I am fairly irritated because Tumblr never italicizes or bolds the words I want >:( ALSO, if this is your gif please let me know! the gif maker was lost :(

PSS - I was too nervous to read through this again, so if it’s horrible or a sentence doesn’t make sense, or there’s grammatical errors please let me know, thank you!

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